El Club de Rol

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>>10945
>>10947 LOL
>Her gaze drifted for a few seconds, her eyes moving from side to side with a clear expression of doubt. She didn't seem at all convinced that Rena could "handle" her father; after all, she knew all too well how dense and stubborn he could be. Still, hiding her internal insecurity, she sketched a frank smile and let out a long sigh.

Katsumi: O-Okay... I'll leave my father to you then. I trust you.

>Without erasing that spontaneous smile, she adjusted her posture to quickly change the subject.

Katsumi: And well... it's true that Japan has some really strange flavors. I, for example, love Yakult-flavored soda and the chips that come with honey and bacon flavor, they're an incredible combination!

>Suddenly, a piece of information in the conversation seemed to ignite her curiosity immensely. She opened her huge eyes with genuine surprise.

Katsumi: You lived in Latin America?! Really?! Which country were you in?! Are you perhaps hafu?

>She let out a small, pleasant laugh as she continued to share family details.

Katsumi: You know, I "escaped" being born in Venezuela. My dad was playing for the La Guaira Sharks right when my mom was pregnant with me. In fact, Venezuela is incredibly good at baseball; not too long ago they won a World Series, although, well... you have to admit it's that World Series that hardly anyone cares much about... Heh...

>She let out a childish giggle and shifted uncomfortably in her seat again. Her disproportionate physique didn't fit in the fragile plastic chair, and her enormous butt quickly got tired. Taking advantage of a moment of carelessness, she discreetly slipped her hand behind her pants to adjust her thong that had gotten stuck between her cheeks.

Katsumi: Uff... the truth is, I know almost nothing about the fantasy genre. I barely managed to watch The Lord of the Rings movies, and that was only because some cousins invited me out of pure pity. That's why my character's name is so generic... I'm sorry...

>A slight blush tinged the amazon's pale cheeks, and she gave Rena one of her sweetest and most sincere smiles.

Katsumi: Thank you so much for your words about my character sheet, Rena-chan. It means a lot to me.

>With complete gratitude, she accepted the candy Rena was offering her. She took it with the tip of her thick fingers and put it in her mouth, enjoying the sweetness instantly. Taking advantage of the warm and trusting atmosphere that had been created between them, Katsumi decided to open up emotionally, at least a little.

Katsumi: You know... I used to see you as very quiet in class. You were always there, in your own world, and to be honest, you seemed quite scary to me. But now I realize I was a complete fool for judging you wrongly without knowing you. You're a really good girl, very kind and extremely adorable.

>The giant stared at her with genuine fascination, analyzing the girl's delicate features.

Katsumi: I mean... just look at you. You have that beautiful short purplish hair, those gigantic brown eyes full of sparkle behind your round glasses... you look like a little angel or the protagonist of a cute anime! I really don't understand how someone could have a heart so rotten as to want to hit you or hurt you...

>She cupped her cheeks with her hands, savoring the candy like a happy little girl.

>A pink sheet with a floral border next to a small poster printed with fresh ink.

"Hello everyone in the Role-Playing Club!"

"I'm Sayuri Yowai. To be completely honest, I don't understand almost anything about role-playing games, twenty-sided dice, or very nerdy stuff... but I liked the group and well, here I am. My thing, my real thing, is cinema. I literally spend almost every day in an abandoned building near my house with my old projector, watching movie after movie until my eyes dry out. And I thought that, since I have this somewhat strange but nice obsession, I could use this space on the bulletin board to recommend some gems and talk about them with anyone who wants to stop by and comment. I love talking about movies, so if anyone is interested, the door to my hideout is always open."

"So anyway, I wanted to inaugurate my space on the bulletin board with a pretty crazy, colorful, but super dense film. Today I want to recommend..."

"Antiporno by Sion Sono"

"To give you a quick idea of what it's about: the story follows Kyoko, a young, brilliant, and very famous girl who works as a writer and artist. She lives in a huge apartment that looks like a hallucination full of garish colors. Kyoko spends her time belittling, humiliating, and psychologically abusing her assistant, Noriko, asking her for impossible things. So far, it seems like the typical story of a capricious and tyrannical celebrity, right? But suddenly, the movie takes a turn where the roles completely invert, the walls literally fall down, and you realize that nothing you're seeing is what it seems. It turns out it's all a film set within another film set, and the power dynamic suddenly changes."
"Now, if we get a little more analytical in terms of cinema and narrative, the film is an absolute masterpiece. Sion Sono made it as part of Nikkatsu's "Roman Porno" project —which was basically reviving a Japanese erotic genre with very strict budget rules and nude scenes every so often— but Sono did whatever he wanted and mocked the genre. Narratively, it breaks the fourth wall in a way that blows your mind. He uses meta-narrative to dismantle the illusion of cinema. Sono's camera is hyperactive, but at the same time it traps the characters; he uses claustrophobic framing despite the bright, yellow colors that flood the screen. The production design is practically a theatrical conceptual art piece, where color isn't just decoration, it's pure manipulation."

"On a personal level, what captivates me most about Antiporno is how it exposes the crushing pressure of being a woman in current Japanese society. I mean, think about it: in Japan there's a silent but very harsh expectation about how a woman 'should' behave, how she should look, be docile, fit into the male fantasy or social norms. The film talks about that in a super raw and honest way, showing how society tries to pigeonhole you, objectify you, and control your identity until you go crazy, but it does so without falling into those preachy discourses or the condescending nonsense of commercial internet feminism that can be a bit boring sometimes. Sono doesn't give you a moral sermon or tell you what to think; instead, he throws trauma, frustration, the role of victim and perpetrator in your face, and shows you oppression through art, visual pain, and absurdity. It's a pure critique of the voyeuristic male gaze and social judgment, but told like a psychedelic delirium."

"Anyway, I won't bore you any longer, if you let me I'll keep talking to myself all day. Give yourselves a chance to watch it if you can handle weird movies with a different pace. If you watch it and want to discuss it or just tell me it was too trippy, look for me. See you around here!"

"Take a picture of the link to the movie, you can watch it here for free and pirated: https://ok.ru/video/9486484638261 :D"

— Sayuri

>>10903
I have to answer something besides what they answered me here

>>10912
<Magic borrows energy from the universe, but that explanation is somewhat archaic, real magic breaks the laws of the universe and bends them to its will...

>You squint, trying to understand your great logic, were you a great witch in secret?

<Besides, aren't staffs and wands for that? condensing magic into objects and skipping some steps.

“There I have to stop you, although slow, they allow you to have magic stored and use it later, as well as being able to use them as traps and the like, although wands and staffs are magic conduits, runes allow you versatile uses.”

>Seeing the scene from The Simpsons, he is very surprised, opening his eyes.

“You are a very ambitious girl Rena-chan, it will be a difficult path, but anything can be achieved with effort and dedication, although you can always cheat, you know, like Madara getting Hashirama's cells, but don't worry, I will support you in everything you need, after all, I must protect this planet left in my care.”

<Damn...

>He moves his cape epically and magically pulls out a bottle of water from behind it and gives it to you.

“Do not fear, I am interested in your intentions, I will support you in your research to achieve it, two wise witches think better than one, so do not fear… That said, you will probably need a wand, it is very complex magic you want to do.”

>He gives you some pats on the back to encourage you and show you not to worry.

“I like hearing people talk about the things they like, seeing the happy eyes on people's faces is magic too.”

>>10916
<Many enjoy comparing me to a pig

“You could become a millionaire looking for truffles, why do you work in a school putting up with brats like us?”

>132367
Bibi's cheeks turn red, and she laughs a little.

“Don't worry Hotaru-chan, it was an accident, those things happen, besides, you forgot they are strawberry flavored, I don't mind if it's you, I know you're not a pervert.”
>He ruffles the girl's hair with a somewhat nervous smile.
<Emperor of Warhammer or King Aegon the Conqueror

"Yep, they're really scary, they look like them, their aura is relentless, compared to Genghis Khan."

>She doesn't know whether to say it with pride or fear.

<Would you like us to be friends? And I would love for you to teach me a couple of your spells to become a mage as cool as you.

>He fist bumps with a big smile while nodding.

"Whenever you want I'll teach you whatever you want, we could go out with Hotaru to see a movie or things friends do... Well, I don't know much about that, sometimes I go get ice cream with Hotaru."

<No evil shall prevail under my watch!

"Jojojo, I'm sure not, noble knight, we are 3 strong ladies and one great knight, surely the bards will sing glories about us."

>>10906
<The lore explainer videos on YouTube at three in the morning.

"How did he know I like watching 3-hour lore videos on YouTube?"

>She said fearfully, hugging Hotaru and her new friend tightly.

…

<You have exactly 15 minutes from now to choose a pre-made character sheet or create your own character on the blank sheet.

>Bibi stares at everything for a long time, very confused, not knowing what to do, delaying everyone, she swallows and scratches her head, roleplaying was very difficult.

>After boring everyone, she gets up and dictates her path.

"I WILL BE BIBI, THE PROPHET AND I WILL RETURN MY GOD TO HIS GRAND SPLENDOR"

>She bit her pride hard, she couldn't choose to be a mage because Rena had already taken that from her, and the team would be very unbalanced, but the sheet says she can do magic, so she'll take advantage of it.

"My God will be a God of magic, so I can use it, right? Anyway, it's not like he can tell me no, I'm his last believer, he should give me full stats, I'll be like Percy Jackson"

>>10944
Later I'll send the full turn and answer everything, but I'll leave this part, then delete it and put it in the real turn
I was looking at the bandage's character sheet with latent emotion in my eyes, until a voice interrupts my fantasies, a voice that was spouting a string of nonsense, and for the first time that day, my brow furrows.

<Do you disagree with me?
"No."

>Dry and blunt. I lift my gaze from the sheet and observe Valdo for a few seconds, completely serious.

"I do not agree with you at all."

"In fact, I think you're misunderstanding what it means to make a character."

>I look at Hisao's sheet again.

"Yes. It's 'saintly'."

"He'll be childish, excessively happy. His name is ridiculous, the armor is ridiculous, the sword is ridiculous, and the ability would probably be completely absurd in a serious campaign, or whatever you want to call it."

"And that's precisely why I like it."

>I slowly run my finger over the sheet, re-reading some details.

"This has something that many sheets don't have."

"Soul."

"Hisao didn't try to write what he thought you wanted to read. He didn't try to make a dark character because the setting is dark. He didn't try to invent a five-hundred-page tragedy to seem deep. He didn't try to make the most powerful warrior, the most tormented orphan, or the most interesting anti-hero."

"He wrote about a knight made of cereal boxes."

>I lift the sheet slightly.

"A knight who uses boxes because he doesn't have money for armor."

"Who uses boxing gloves to hug his enemies."

"Who faces a cat-dragon by giving it bread."

"And who ends up happy."

>I pause briefly.

"That's much more personal than making a generic character that fits perfectly into the setting."

"Do you know what the problem is with saying this 'doesn't work for this world'?"

"You're confusing the world with imagination. You're focusing on 'The' as a narrator, and not on his perspective of seeing things."
"The setting can be dark. The world can be decadent. Characters can die. There can be hunger, violence, disease, wars, and monsters."

"And?"

"Why does everyone have to react to that in the same way?"

"If the world is dark, why can't there be someone who refuses to be?"

"Didn't you think that maybe that's how his character sees this tormented world? Similar to TF2's Pyro? No, because you have no imagination"

"That makes it even more interesting, more than a 'raping rat' or 'Jorge MC Jorge', in a world of jorgitos, the abnormal, the truly 'dark' or 'lunatic' that is scary, would actually be a character like that"

"If everyone is desperate, why can't there be a character who remains happy?"

"If everything is rotten, why does the only valid response have to be rotten too?"

>I hand the token back to Hisao, very carefully.

"And there's something else."

"I think you're too worried about not looking ridiculous."

>I look directly at Valdo.

"Are you embarrassed that someone is roleplaying maxim?"

"Why?"

"We're in a roleplaying club."

"We literally came here to pretend to be people we're not."

"We're going to sit around a table and pretend to be knights, wizards, peasants, monsters, and emperors while rolling plastic dice to decide if we manage to open a door."

"And now there's a right way to be ridiculous?"

>I pause for a few seconds.

"If you want to play a character, you have to commit to them."

"A lot."

"More than seems reasonable."

"Because if you're constantly thinking 'this is too ridiculous', 'this is too cringe', 'what will others think', then you're never playing the character. You're playing a person trying to look interesting while playing the character."

"And that's much more fake."

>I point to Cajaman again.

"This, on the other hand, is authentic."

"It has E S S E N C E"

"Hisao wrote what he wanted to write."

"And yes, probably some people are going to laugh."

"So what?"

"Who are those people?"
"What have they created?"

"What have they attempted?"

"What did they do with their imagination while they were worried about not looking ridiculous?"

"At least Hisao tried."

>My expression remains completely serious.

"There's something I learned a long time ago."

"When you accept that you're ridiculous, you're freed from having to prove you're not."

"You can be weird. You can be cheesy. You can be cringe."

"And then you can be yourself."

"Because trying not to look cringe all the time also ends up being a form of falsehood."

>I pause.

"I prefer someone who says 'my character is a cereal box knight who makes his enemies happy' and says it sincerely, over someone who builds the darkest, most tragic, and brutal warrior in the world just because they think it'll make them look smart."

"An authentic person can do something ridiculous."

"A person trying to look authentic cannot."

>My gaze drops to the character sheet.

"And besides..."

"Why do you say it's a cheap copy of my character?"

>I look up at Valdo.

"Because both have a story?"

"Because both have some kind of tragedy?"

"Because both are human?"

"Because both have a skill?"

"I don't understand your statement, did you even read my sheet?"

"If we follow that logic, then all our characters are copies of someone."

"Or does my character have a monopoly on the 'Edgy Lord darkfantasy'?"

"Blegh"

>I think for a moment.

"And you say my sheet is better."

"I don't agree."

"My sheet is worse than his."

"If you analyze it, my sheet is less dedicated, more of a copy. What differentiates my sheet from a pre-selectable character from vermis? As the club leader said, it could easily pass for something Plastiboo made."

"It's not original, it's not innovative, it's not personal."

"It's just somewhat detailed, written, and the character probably works better within the setting (and that shows how bland it is)."

"That's all."

"But his has something mine doesn't."

"Soul."

"And it's completely his."

>I point to Hisao.
"He wrote it because he wanted to write it."

"That counts for more."

"One can build a perfect character. With a backstory made of lines of pretentious dialogue"

"But if I don't want to be that character, then it's not much use."

>I tap the sheet lightly with my finger.

"This character wants to be Cardboard Man."

"And I think that's a lot more important."

"So no."

"I'm not going to tell him to redo it."

"In fact, I want to see him play it."

"I want to see what happens when we put this cardboard gentleman into a horrible world."

"I want to see what he does when a monster shows up that wants to kill him."

"I want to see if he tries to hug it."

"I want to see if he can actually make anyone happy."

"And I want to see what happens when someone makes fun of him."

>I fall silent for a moment.

"Because that's where the real roleplaying begins."

"When you stop worrying about how your character looks from the outside and start asking who they are on the inside."

>I finally look at Hisao.

"Your sheet is good."

"It's ridiculous."

"It's cheesy."

"It's childish."

"And it has a whole lot of soul."

"Please don't change it so other people can be less uncomfortable reading it."

>Then I turn my gaze back to Valdo.

"And you don't need to be less cringe."

"You need to LARP more."

"A lot more."

"Because there's no shame in playing."

"If you're going to pretend to be someone else, really pretend."

"At the end of the day people will laugh at you for doing it or for not doing it."

"So what?"

"They aren't playing."

"You are."

>I shrug slightly.

"I'd rather that."

"So yes."

"Recycle Man is a good character."

"And if he turns out to be the most ridiculous character in the entire campaign, perfect."

"At least he'll be ridiculous being himself."

>I pause and look around the room.

"We're in a roleplaying club, aren't we?"

"If you don't get that..."

>I look back at Valdo, completely serious.

"...I honestly don't even understand what you're doing here in the first place.''"

>>10942
>1. You are kidnapped by a sadistic Mexican cartel and put up against the ultimate dilemma: to save your mother's life or your sister's, you must record an intimate relationship video with the one you choose and make it go viral. What do you decide?

See my dear president, my mother is an amazon and my father a conquistador, both of them had me exclusively to create a link in this planet to conquer, and although we are not that close, I couldn't take my mother, maybe one of my thousands of half-sisters? Perhaps, but I refuse that, so I would simply use my magic to cut the necks of all the cartel members.

>2. You discover that the only way to inherit your perverted and abusive grandfather's million-dollar fortune is to accept spending an entire night tied to his bed while he forces you to sodomize him. What do you do?

I copy the answer from Rena-chan >>10943, maybe I could use her insulin and give her a lot, so she receives her divine punishment.

>3. A deadly zombie virus ravages the world and the only known cure is extracted by boiling and drinking the vaginal fluids of your own sister during her period. How do you save humanity?

It's obvious that the vaginal fluids of one of my sisters can do that, but I suppose I would create a machine to extract it, like in those videos that obviously I don't watch where a dildo moves automatically, it's not like I care too much, so I'll leave her locked up producing it and selling it to scientists, I'd rather stay alive.

>4. You are caught committing an unforgivable crime and the judge gives you the choice between thirty years in a cell with serial cannibalistic rapists or legally marrying your dog and consummating the marriage in the middle of the courtroom. What do you choose?

I'm not that white to do the A, so definitely I can bribe the judge.

>5. At a clandestine and illegal orgy, you are forced to choose between having unprotected sex with your biological father or with your ninety-year-old grandmother with advanced gangrene. What do you do?

Do I have a cock? Or if I do? Who knows, who knows, it's a mystery that you will never discover, no matter how much I use the "She" you will never know if I'm a girl or a boy in reality.

>6. To prevent an atomic bomb from exploding that will kill millions, you must strangle your younger brother with your own hands while looking him in the eyes and singing a lullaby. What do you decide?

I first do option C and then the A, I think my brother will accept it to save lives, equally my father always asks us to compete against each other to inherit the space empire he builds.

>7. A group of crazy scientists offers you to be the stud of their human cloning farm: you must impregnate your aunt and your cousin sister simultaneously to create a superior race of offspring. What do you respond?

I destroy the test tubes, my aunts and cousins are horrible, I can't allow my perfect genes to mix with them.

>8. Your mother confesses to you on her deathbed that your real father is your own older brother and that your existence is a biological mistake. As her final wish, she asks you to sleep with her one last time before she dies. What do you do?

I take her out of her suffering because she is already delirious, obviously I will cry while doing it but it's necessary.

>9. You are offered billions of dollars, but the only condition is that you must live the rest of your life forced to have daily and mandatory sexual relations with a relative of your choice. What do you decide?

I accept, billions of dollars make me do everything above combined, I'm very greedy my dear Ichonose-senpai.

I recommend something that I really liked when I was very little, "Los Sin Kids" surely you'll love it Ichonose-senpai.

>>10948
>Katsumi: O-Okay... I'll leave my father to you then. I trust you.
domo arigato gozaimasu
-Rena replied, bowing her head slightly-
>Katsumi: And well... it's true that Japan has extremely strange flavors. I, for example, love Yakult-flavored soda and chips that come in honey and bacon flavor, they're an incredible combination!
mmmmm, I like Coffee, and things that taste like coffee, coffee candies, coffee cookies, coffee soda, chocotorta with coffee, coffee with coffee, coffee milkshake
-And Rena kept naming more coffee-derived things https://youtu.be/y5GcUnc9juo?si=MHbghQQYXUGNGovf▾ -
...oh, and coffee jelly
-As she said this, anime music started playing, it seemed like naming coffee jelly caused this paranormal event??? https://youtu.be/4GNTfA-seHY?si=gcQDX117BfSipCrF▾ -

Excuse me, it's my alarm, I have to take my pills
-Rena took a small bottle of antidepressants out of her backpack, grabbed a pill between two crackers, and put them in her mouth, starting to chew and talk with her mouth full-
ñam ñam, but I also like bacon flavored pampas

>Katsumi: You lived in Latin America?! Really?! Which country were you in?! Are you perhaps hafu?
-After swallowing, Katsumi asked Rena about her past. Rena took off her glasses for a moment and started taking little bites from the tip of one of the legs-

I was born in South America, in what could be called Argentina I'm not sure if countries still exist as such, you explain that OP, I read something about a confederation before, right? we lived there until I was 5 or 6, then the problems started and we began to move all over the continent with dad, mom had already returned to Japan to establish bases and while she got money, we lived with him for a few years, although he was never there and we basically went from boarding school to boarding school with my sister, she particularly has a taste for Mexico, I hated that place
-Rena frowned, remembering her stay in that place with bitterness, and at school
https://youtu.be/xmTPmRBo-c0?si=nya8V3qg_rWvhfZO▾ (something like that) -
....The only good thing they have is this -she said, taking out her cell phone and showing a video-
https://youtu.be/jNOJD2gNN_s?si=m6myMxeab2xpmDZw▾I like Dr. Simi, he reminds me of Eggman's grandfather, but well, without wanting to destroy the world

>Katsumi: You know, I "escaped" being born in Venezuela. My dad was playing for the Tiburones de La Guaira just when my mom was pregnant with me. In fact, Venezuela is incredibly good at baseball; not long ago they won a World Series, although well... we have to admit it's a World Series that hardly anyone cares much about... Heh...
Venezuela... we were there, for a short time, although we didn't leave the hotel, since everything outside was...
-Rena searched for the exact words to describe everything-
It was... like a favela, like a slum, but the whole, the whole country, at least at the hotel I made a friend, she currently lives in Panama, although we lost contact..... I suppose from what you say your father is from that place, I'm sorry if saying it was a big favela could have hurt your feelings or generational national pride
-Rena bowed slightly as she apologized, that was the Japanese standard, but manners, those came from home, they taught her to show respect above all else-
I don't know anything about Baseball, I don't like sports, except fishing, but if baseball is at least famous there and here, fishing is more niche, about the World Cup, don't they kick Japan's ass? I think that's an achievement if you live in this country, to say your home country wins, but as I said, I don't know anything, only that the best baseball movie is "Hercules: The Legendary Journeys".... if you want I can watch you play
-she wouldn't mind watching a whole game to learn, besides, she was interested in seeing how well the giant played-

>Katsumi: Uff... the truth is I know almost nothing about the fantasy genre. With great difficulty I watched The Lord of the Rings movies, and that only because some cousins invited me out of pity. That's why my character's name is so generic... I'm sorry...
-High-functioning autism-

I invite you to watch them, I have the complete trilogy on DVD and Blu-ray, but it would be best if you read the books, purists hated the movies when they came out because they had many changes, which not everyone knows, like the appearance of a guy who is basically God, or the ending where the final battle is in the Shire, cutting out all the epicness, if you want I can lend you some copies I have, although we could go to the library to see if they have some. and for The Hobbit, just watch the first one, the others completely ruined the book, and it's my favorite, more than The Lord of the Rings trilogy, from a short book they could only make 2 movies, everything they put in was ugly and if they wanted to make it a trilogy, The Battle of the Five Armies should have been that, a 3-hour movie of pure war, with 45 minutes of Return to the Shire and that's it
-The contrast between the stoic Rena and the excited Rena was noticeable, when she talks about things she likes she can seem like a normal girl, and even an expert on the subject, she gives off the air that you can't contradict her because she genuinely knows what she's talking about-
I invite you to my house to watch it on the plasma, although
-Rena turns to look at the half-open door of the club, noticing how it slowly closes-
Maybe we could have a movie night here, this building is big, I'll suggest it to the president later, it could be a sleepover night

>Katsumi: Thank you very much for your words about my character sheet, Rena-chan. It means a lot to me.
You're welcome, I just gave my opinion
>Katsumi: You know... before, I used to see you as very quiet in class. You were always there, in your own world, and to be honest, you seemed quite scary. But now I realize I was a complete fool for judging you wrongly without knowing you. You're a really good girl, very kind, and extremely adorable.

....Well, classes just started recently I think, there you confirm your OP, for me they've had at most 3 weeks, I figured since I was new to the school that scenario would happen, it was good that no one bothered me, but feeling alone is something that bothered me, that's why I thought about joining a club, but seeing the type of people who frequented those places my spirits and hopes fell, it wasn't until I saw the flyer for the role-playing club that I had a 1% chance of hope, if I had been rejected.....does Columbine High School sound familiar?
https://youtu.be/9QhZVznEmXc?si=0ZCoVVazUNK-L2-x▾-Rena was saying this in her typical serious way of speaking, but the blush on her face was noticeable for being called extremely adorable, although now for Katsumi there was surely a duality between a quiet and adorable autistic girl and someone who was 2 steps away from starting a school shooting-

>Katsumi: I mean... just look at you. You have that short, beautiful purplish hair, those gigantic brown eyes full of sparkle behind your round glasses... you look like a little angel or the protagonist of a cute anime! I really don't understand how someone could have a heart so rotten as to want to hit you or hurt you...
....
-ERROR 404, Brain stopped working, restarting...Rena swallowed and turned pale for a few moments, she didn't know what to answer first or how to react-

I...ahem....firstly, I don't know, no one bothered me until now since classes started, today's event did take me by surprise, I let my guard down and I can't forgive myself for that, but well, those girls called me to the bathroom asking for help, that's when they ambushed me, seriously, if you know their names please tell me...and about the other thing...

-Rena shakes her head while closing her eyes-
Did you call me beautiful? I don't think so... only beautiful people like angels can be beautiful, like Her -points to Bonita chan- Look at her, she's beautiful for having natural beauty, on the other hand, she -points to Seika- is similar, but she wears makeup, she has a plastic layer on top, one has angelic beauty, and the other just looks like it, then there are those two -points to Yowai and Hisao- they are cute, the cutest here, I could look at them for hours without getting tired, they are the type of people you see on the train and they make you smile, beautiful people, -Rena points to Kinoko- the president is similar, you can tell she has a good figure, but she's unkempt and her body odor isn't the best, maybe with some adjustments she could look pretty, or sexy by whatever standards one prefers, she's a pervert, so it depends on the type of lingerie she might wear that would change the standards, so I'll summarize that she has natural but hidden beauty, still, just for her figure, she's an attractive person, something similar with him -points to John- He's not ugly, you could even consider him handsome, but he doesn't stand out much, and he's blonde, his hairstyle is fine, he and the president fall under the category of just being cute... the fat one -says pointing to Kuma- is fat, and has adorable features -Rena was once again giving a compliment to Kuma, without knowing it was the opposite of what the fat one wanted- she'd look good in a teddy bear pajama... he -points to Chemelier- is a ball with legs, he looks older than he appears... but, -Rena turns her head like a confused dog- if you look at him from a certain angle, he can be somewhat adorable for being spherical, something that -points to Master Jack- He lacks, He is ugly, fat with a double chin, but that doesn't take away from the fact that he's not attractive to a certain type of person, my father used to tell my sister and me to watch out for fat people, because they're the ones who fuck the most, and honestly, it's something I can confirm from my years living in Latam, seeing how fat guys had cute and beautiful girlfriends, although, here in Japan it's similar, there's even a hentai genre for it, right? so those two have their beauty, they -points to Hotaru and Bibi- they are cute, but more so than the president and John, they are cute with attractive potential, the loli and Red are cute in base mode and that's how it should stay, he -points to GP- , at first glance he might seem weird to you, but if you analyze him well, he's handsome by gothic standards, and I'm not talking about girls who just wear black and have big asses, but about real goths who wear a lot of makeup and wigs and extravagant outfits, and finally him -points to Valdo- ....he's black, he's handsome, and he's black

I consider myself minimally cute, like the loli or Red, maybe a little less than them, I can tolerate that my behavior and appearance are adorable to you -she says, blushing again-
but...if you say I'm like an angel...then....
-she was getting redder and more nervous, struggling to finish the sentence-
a-a-am I b-beautiful?, because y-you are beautiful
-She could say what she thought, give compliments in her own way, but outside of her mother, it was the first time someone had called her beautiful, even if not with those words, the fact of associating beauty with angels was enough for Rena, but she needed confirmation to be sure-
>>10949
Rena's note:
You should organize a movie night with the president, bring your projector and watch one or two movies per night, after watching them, analyze them together and get ideas for roles

>>10952
>“I have to stop you there, although they are slow, they allow you to have stored magic and use it later, as well as being able to use them as traps and the like, although wands and staffs are magic conduits, runes allow you versatile uses.”
-Rena snaps her fingers-
Good point, think of them as military traps, grenades, or buried landmines, but they are magical runes, like Naruto's paper bombs. I don't deny the effectiveness of such tactics, but I see it more for defending a fortress, of course, first you have to cast like 20 protective barriers around the area... hmmm a character who can only use rune magic without being able to summon... you've given me an idea for a Rambo or Solid Snake type character, but with magical artifacts.

>“You are a very ambitious girl Rena-chan, it will be a difficult path, but everything can be achieved with effort and dedication, although you can always cheat, you know, like Madara getting Hashirama's cells, but don't worry, I will support you in everything you need, after all, I must protect this planet left in my care.”
-Rena's eyes shine for a few moments after the words of support, she quickly puts another video on her phone-
We can focus on psychic training to strengthen the mind and think about spells better and faster
-The video shows one of the greatest psychic battles of all time, far exceeding the feats of the famous Reigen-
https://youtu.be/22Tj_l4PcPs?si=DDTCqR_L7Z52BBSD▾
>“Don't be afraid, I'm interested in your intentions, I will support you in your research to achieve it, two wise mages think better than one, so don't be afraid... That said, you will probably need a wand, it's very complex magic you want to do.”
I think that will be for the best to start, I need a suit, and a wand, when I get home I will look for fabric and metal

>“I like hearing people talk about the things they like, seeing the happy eyes on people's faces is magic too.”
-Rena nods with a smile as she takes Bibi's hand to shake it, a friendship has been born, a sisterhood, a small coven-

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>>10944

Kuma... Overdoing it makes you lose points, you have your audience, it's just that Rena isn't part of it. Of course, both you and the rest are always free to enter my market whenever you want ;)

>After observing Kuma's multiple failures at being morbose, the professor raises his voice to get his attention. Identifying the target audience you should aim for is crucial when "selling" your body. Even the fat guy knows very well who to harass and who not to. Although in his case, that difference only means there are people he harasses more and people he harasses less, since his mere presence is considered sexual harassment anywhere. Winking one eye, the fat guy invited both Kuma and anyone else to try anything they wanted on him.

<I'd love to be able to go to your place on weekends

Place? Oh no, no, no, no, that's not going to happen. GP, being treated like a pig in a slaughterhouse by you is one thing, but bringing you home is something else entirely. We're not that close for stuff like that.

>Nervously, Jack shook his head at high speed. The folds of fat on his face were whipped back and forth repeatedly, producing an audible plap, plap as they slapped against each other.
>Just like his identity, the fat guy's house was a very well-kept secret. Not even the board of directors has been able to locate his residence, if he even has one. Any attempt to follow him after class to find his home only ends in dead-end alleys and dead ends. At best, you might catch the fat guy sleeping on garbage bags or in some sleazy motel.
>Because of that, any possible "extracurricular activity" Jack might have with a student or another teacher always takes place within the school or in some remote location like a train station bathroom or a love hotel.

<A complete waste of time

Oh come on, church isn't that bad. All those stories about moral decay—like how David cut off 200 foreskins to give to the king, or how God sent bears to kill some kids—should help spark some ideas. Even if your church ignores those parts, you can still find pleasure in the daily acts of cannibalism carried out by drinking and eating the blood and body of the savior.
<Did seeing such an atrocity give him an erection?

GP, I'm always erect. It'd be faster to list the things that don't give me an erection rather than the ones that do. About your character sheet... I'd only change one thing in this part: "violates his intestines until they're filled with his magical milk." I feel like the word "magical" breaks the visceral tone the rest of the sheet has. Especially when you pair it with the euphemism "milk." It sounds way too innocent compared to everything else.

>Kicking his chair back, the fat man revealed his erection, which had until now been hidden beneath his bloated belly.
>Settling back into place, the professor took GP's sheet and began analyzing it. As expected from someone in his line of work, Jack paid more attention to the spelling and grammatical errors than to the actual content. Correcting that "hastsa" and that "apertivio," while simultaneously telling GP not to disrupt the story's tone with ill-fitting words.

>>10952

His voice takes on a disgusting inflection, as if he's drooling while saying it. Not content with just sounding creepy, the professor makes the situation even more uncomfortable by placing his two large hands on the little student's shoulders. He massages them for a moment, then pulls away as if nothing happened.

>>10953

Can I say something? I understand Bonita-chan's point about letting Hisao express himself however he likes. However, I think Valdo also has a point about the character slightly breaking the world's aesthetic.
Oh, and I'm not talking about solving things with hugs and affection! I'm referring to the cereal boxes. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think those exist in this world. It'd be more fitting if instead of those, he carried around a plush armor or something similar. Though of course... in the end, it's up to Ichinose to decide whether it's valid or not.

>Raising his hand to speak, Jack tried to mediate between the two positions. Attempting to preserve the childish charm of Hisao's character, while also making his existence in this world feel more believable. After sharing his viewpoint, the fat man fell silent and turned his gaze toward Ichinose, who as gamemaster holds the final say in this discussion.

I'll respond to the board stuff after watching the movie

>Me and my big mouth forgot the verdetext speaking aloud and externalized everything I thought deep inside
>I begged the earth to swallow me and, soaked in tears, ran to the old cleaning supplies warehouse—the place even the janitor himself doesn't use
>I borrowed a few things. I set an experiment in motion. Not a kidnapping. Kidnappings aim to get something from someone. I only wanted to get an answer. From whom? For what? From the universe?
>Me and Voronin later shared the intimacy of a room; the sly bastard didn't resist bondage, and I silenced his cries of pleasure by stuffing his mouth with the thong and tampon aged since morning
This is wrong, so wrong! None of this is true
>I repeated myself, confused. Why did I tie up the Russian in the first place?
>Me, why
>Me, I don't know, I'm charitable toward what's amusing
>I am loving and will wrap the poor, lonely Voronin in affection
>I am larplace Kumiko
>As long as someone named Kumiko exists, the river of time will find a way to force her to resemble Kumiko
>I digress and filter the dictatorial presence of the river. It forces people to act rehearsed and participate in predetermined activities
>I concluded that the only way to escape the flow of time is to erase the people sustaining hundreds of scenes. By definition, that's a side character. Why are they secondary? They're the forgettable characters who hold together the bridges between one scene and the next. They're the invisible nails keeping the stage intact. Nobody remembers their names, which is why the world can rest upon them without anyone suspecting
>Me and Voronin will escape the flow of time today
>I don't fail, and if I do, failure doesn't refute a theory. It only reveals that the variables were too small. If Voronin vanishes and the river continues indifferent, it will mean he never occupied a position capable of distorting its course
>I startled when a slamming door announced two stowaways. More surprised by their punctuality than their untimely presence
>I didn't hesitate—the river of time wants to stop me and uses other people as its immune system
Awa, this is a terrible TERRIBLE misunderstanding, Voronin and I are dating, come on come on, explain everything Voronin
>I think drowning in menstrual blood won't contribute much
>I subdued the emotions in my eyes. After a few blinks, no one was left staring through them.
>I didn't even bother to speak. Luckily the talking tits were talkative enough that, right by the fifth-floor window, she kicked Voronin into the void with a spartan kick
>This entire world has the combined intelligence of a peanut. Including you, including me—fortunately.
>If I were in the mood, I'd make Kumiko say some nonsense just to be a smartass: "Suicide pact, just like in my anime! ewe"
>I review the counterarguments: if I surrender, I end up crippled in the hospital, and if I don't, I'm left to the mercy of whatever the disciplinary committee and their mob roleplay decide
>My will to escape is stronger than that
>The river doesn't fear failure. It fears the unpredictable. That's why it punishes any decision it can't incorporate into the story.
Oopsssy
>I deeply regretted from the bottom of my soul that Voronin ended up as a pancake
>I realized my classmates didn't share the sentiment, so I helped Titties with a water spray, aiming it at her face and, ironically, at her tits
>I think water's never killed anyone except the black guy writing this, so I go to the janitor's storage room to get the caustic soda used to unclog toilets
>I believe chemical burns on any patch of skin shouldn't take more than a few quick seconds to appear
>I grab the trombone in its case. And, dropping the DODECAHEDRON OF FATE in the rough motion as I slam the bulky suitcase down on Titties' nose.
1d100 = 37
>I hop a little and land between her neck and face, like a springboard, launching myself to cross blades with Ren. Case and sword collide, freezing them in a samurai saber clash

>>10957
>Kuma... Trying too hard makes you lose points, you have your audience, it's just that Rena isn't part of it. Of course, both you and the rest are always free to enter my market whenever you want ;).
What?...did I say something improper or wrong? Did the fatty not like her nickname? If so, I apologize, I'll have to think of a better nickname, or simply ask her what she'd like to be called... considering she said she sweated a lot, and that she's soft and fluffy.... fat sponge comes to mind, but it's better if she's the one to say it.

>Hotaru's blush intensified until her face reached an almost incandescent scarlet, far surpassing Bibi's reaction. Faced with the witch's reply, the little blue-haired girl didn't know where to hide; she pressed her lips tightly and buried her face even deeper into the fabric of her friend's chest. From her throat came a small, muffled, high-pitched squeal, as delicate and sharp as the meow of a newborn kitten. Mortified to her core, she began rubbing her face side to side against Bibi, desperately wishing the earth would swallow her up right then. Deep down, Hotaru knew perfectly well she wasn't a pervert—but the harsh truth was that accidentally seeing her only friend's underwear had pleased her. It had struck her as ridiculously cute, especially that tiny, adorable strawberry pattern decorating the red panties. Of course, she'd never confess it in her life, preferring to keep the secret safe for the sake of both their mental health and their sacred friendship. To ease her embarrassment, she simply wrapped her arms around Bibi's waist, hugging her with surprising strength for her petite frame.

>After several minutes, the excitement in the clubroom began to subside, making way for technical preparations. It was time to write up character sheets and formally begin the role-playing game. President Kinoko Ichinose dramatically adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose, fixing her sleep-deprived, shadowed eyes on the girl with the witch's hat.

Kinoko: Ah-ha! I can see in the hollows of your eyes the unmistakable mark of lost dawns, Mahotsukai-dono. You've got the exact look of someone who memorized the entire lore of obscure video game universes they've never actually played. You're the scholarly type of roleplayer who'd rather watch three-hour-long lore videos than ever touch a controller, am I right? I love that sickly energy!

>With an approving smile, Kinoko observed the witch's choice. Bibi had selected the "Prophet" character sheet. The president let out a few enthusiastic claps that echoed through the abandoned classroom.

Kinoko: Excellent choice! As magnanimous president, I allow you to make any narrative adjustments you want to the background or name of your character sheet to fit your concept. However: the base stats stay exactly as they are! If you want better attributes, you'll have to earn them the hard way—by spilling your enemies' blood on the battlefield. Oh, and by the way... don't forget the little detail that your god is practically dead. He can't hear your prayers anymore! Mwahaha!
>While the president laughed in a Machiavellian way at the tragic fate of her character's deity, Hotaru finally lifted her face from Bibi's chest. Wiping away a tiny tear of embarrassment at the corner of her eye, she looked at her friend with clear admiration.

Hotaru: I had no idea you knew so much about roleplaying, Bibi... You really look amazing. Me, honestly, I'm more lost than a little ant in the middle of a dense forest.

>The blue-haired girl sighed, letting her shoulders slump in resignation as she glanced over the stack of papers on the table. Finally, her fingers stopped on one particular sheet.

Hotaru: I think I'll go with the "Infant Seeker"... Her story moved me so much, it shrunk my melon-sized heart.

>With an expression of shyness, Hotaru grabbed a pencil and started sketching lines on the back of the sheet. She focused for a couple of minutes until finally flipping the sheet around to show Bibi the result.

Hotaru: Look... this is my character. Her name is Beatrice.

>To Bibi's surprise, the drawing depicted a stunning lady: a beautiful, tall, slender woman with an idealized figure. Essentially, she was the complete opposite of Hotaru’s own short, frail, undernourished frame. The small girl stared at Bibi with wide eyes, silently waiting for feedback on her creation.

>At that moment, Yowai rejoined the group, walking over with her usual lazy clumsiness. She reappeared near the desks with an amiable smile.

Yowai: Sorry for disappearing earlier without replying, Bibi. I was finishing up something for the club's mural—feel free to come check it out later... But about what you said, I'd love to go to the movies with you once in a while! That would be super fun. By the way, what's your favorite ice cream flavor? Mine's plain old vanilla—I don't complicate my brain.

Hotaru: Mine's strawberry...

Yowai: Great choice! Ah, look, I already picked my character sheet. I went with the "Mad Pricker," but decided to change his race. Made him black with a non-binary sexual orientation.

>Yowai let out a mischievous little giggle before waving her hand dismissively in the air.

Yowai: Just kidding, just kidding. Those weird things like changing classic characters' races are only done by Plutosney and Nextflix. What I actually did was turn him into a dwarf. Look!

>She showed them the back of her sheet. She had drawn a dwarf soldier, stocky-built and wearing heavy armor. Although the drawing was quite crude and the proportions clearly off, the girl smiled proudly, also awaiting the witch's approval.
>Before Bibi could answer either of them, Waldo crossed the room with an absolutely frustrated face and slumped shoulders, clearly affected by the harsh scolding >>10953 he had received moments before.

Yowai: Hey, Valdomero, what happened to your character sheet? What are you going to play?

>Waldo didn't say a word immediately. With a dramatic gesture, he walked over to the classroom trash can and threw in the remains of a sheet of paper that had been destroyed into thousands of tiny pieces.

Waldo: I have to make a new character sheet urgently before the game starts! Damn it!

>Shouting into the air in desperation, the tan-skinned boy suddenly sat down at a nearby desk, pulled out a clean sheet, and began to write and draw at breakneck speed, muttering numbers and names aloud. Hotaru and Yowai stared at him for several seconds, blinking slowly with faces that showed they didn't understand at all what kind of mental breakdown he had just had.

>>10957
>The chubby girl with glasses, whose face was still pressed against the table's wood, lifted her head just a few inches. Her heavy, disinterested eyes observed the teacher's figure for a brief second, showing the absolute apathy of someone whose existence felt like it was falling apart.

Kuma: I want someone my age to harass me... Or younger than me... Not an old man... Besides, you harassing me has no merit, professor. Your mind is so sick that you could sexualize a roasted chicken... I want to bring pleasure to someone who doesn't usually feel it...

>Without waiting for a response, she dropped her face back onto the table with a dull thud, letting out a muffled groan as she sank back into her own misery for not being the center of her classmates' attention.

>Putting Kuma's laments aside, attention returned to Gore Predator. When Jack flatly rejected the idea of taking him home, the young man's made-up face fell into a deep expression of sadness. He pressed his lips together in disappointment; it was evident that it pained him deeply not to be able to see the fat teacher's home. However, that melancholy dissipated in an instant as he observed the adult's neck.

>As the professor shook his head, his prominent double chin twisted and jiggled in a rhythmic wobble. Seeing that fold of fat in motion, GP's eyes widened completely. A string of thick saliva began to drip from the corner of his lips as if he were a hungry dog. He clenched his teeth tightly, increasing the sound of his mouth-breathing, his breath smelled stale, and he began to move his hips in a rhythmic, clumsy, and extremely strange way against the edge of the table, as if something was happening in his pants. Without taking his eyes off Jack's double chin, he began to whisper gore-filled obscenities.
Gore Predator: "Sh-Shit... that hanging mass of flesh... I imagine slicing it with a dull scalpel, stuffing the folds with rusty needles, and rubbing my mouth against the warm blood as it rots... What a damn seductive jowl..."

>Letting out a soft moan, the boy seemed to regain a sliver of lucidity, shaking his head to respond to the teacher's comment about religion.

Gore Predator: But he's right, professor... If you put it that way about the church, it actually sounds pretty fun. The problem is it's almost always just people singing boring hymns and they don't let me masturbate in the confessional. Those rules take all the enjoyment out of worship. Although I must admit my first wank was watching a painting of Saint Sebastian full of arrows at the parish my mother goes to... Although I like Yukio Mishima's version much more. In fact, you have no idea how many times I've wanked off looking at the actual photos of his suicide and decapitation. It's pure art... My best wanks...

>GP smiled widely as he remembered his first orgasm and his best session of self-satisfaction in honor of the deceased writer. It was at that precise moment that his gaze dropped to the teacher's crotch, noticing the obvious erection protruding under his pants.

Gore Predator: Wow! Tell me the truth, professor, how big is it? Because mine, when fully hard and erect, reaches a powerful seven centimeters. And it looks like a coat hanger because it's so crooked to the left, heh, heh...

>The boy let out a couple of nasal, unpleasant laughs. However, noticing the teacher's disapproval of certain aspects of his character sheet, his face abruptly changed to an expression of absolute determination.

Gore Predator: Understood, professor. I'll correct those details you didn't like. We can't allow innocent euphemisms in a masterpiece.

>He nodded firmly, picked up his pencil, and began to vigorously erase the spelling errors and softened expressions to transform the sheet into something truly bloody that the teacher could enjoy. He had to hurry, because at the back of the room, Kinoko was already setting up the cardboard screens, dice, and maps. The game was about to begin.

>>10960
>>10957
>The fat girl lets out a choked scream and pulls at her hair braids, starting to believe no one will desire her the way she wants to be desired.

>>10956
>>10955
>She listened carefully to Rena's coffee preferences, nodding slowly as she played with her candy wrapper.

Katsumi: I like coffee, but only if it has milk. I can't drink it black, I find it too bitter and I prefer sweet things... Besides, coffee really messes with me, it makes me constipated.

>Noticing that Rena's face was a little dirty, Katsumi gently took a napkin from her pocket. With a warm, kind, and almost maternal gesture, she cleaned the girl's face with absolute care.

Katsumi: Don't talk with your mouth full, Rena, you might choke.

>Suddenly, an anime melody began to resonate in the air. Katsumi jumped in her seat and started frantically looking around, even crouching down to look under the table for the source of the music, until Rena clarified that it was just her alarm. Katsumi let out a long sigh of relief and smiled.

Katsumi: Ah, okay... Thank goodness, I was starting to think I was going crazy.

>Curious, she asked how often she had to take that medication. However, noticing how Rena chewed the temples of her glasses when talking about the past, the giant raised an eyebrow, fearing she had touched a sensitive topic and hoping she wasn't unintentionally causing a crisis. She listened attentively and her eyes widened in surprise when Rena mentioned her family.

Katsumi: You have a sister?! Really? Does she also study here at Kamome or go to another school? It must be really difficult moving from province to province all over the southern empire and then changing countries... I mean, ever since North America unified into one country, Mexico has gone from bad to worse. It's a shame, but I hope you stay and live in Osaka for a long time and settle here so I can see you every day. I'd like you to live very happily in Japan.

>To change the subject, Rena showed her a video on her phone. Upon seeing the images of Doctor Simi dancing reggaeton with that fluffy mascot, Katsumi couldn't help herself. She started laughing so tenderly and cheerfully that tears even came to her eyes, letting out contagious laughter. Her laugh was extremely beautiful and delicate, creating a lovely contrast with her mastodon physique.

Katsumi: Oh my god, that was too funny! I'd love to see one of those mascots dancing like that in person... I totally understand why that was the only thing you liked about Mexico.

>Then, she gently shook her hand to clear up a misunderstanding about her origin.

Katsumi: Ah, no, my dad is 100% Japanese, but in Venezuela they often hire many Japanese players for their teams. It's just that the real baseball powerhouses are the United States of Humanity, Japan, and the Caribbean. Although... I recently read in the news that their government bombed those favelas and they are restructuring all of South America. Maybe now it will be a good place to live.
>Continuing the conversation about sports and movies, she smiled nostalgically.

Katsumi: I like the movie "Hercules Watches," but "The Benchwarmers" is super special to me. It was the first baseball movie I ever watched with my late mom... By the way, I'd be more than happy for you to come watch me play! I usually play baseball on Saturdays and Sundays with a team where my dad is the coach. You're more than welcome—you can bring your sister or your mom if they'd like. We always have delicious barbecues after the games.

>At that moment, Katsumi was surprised to see how Rena's attitude changed drastically. She dropped her stoic demeanor and began speaking with overflowing excitement about The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, and literary details the giantess had never heard before. Katsumi placed her index finger on her lower lip and looked up at the ceiling, thoughtful.

Katsumi: Mmm... Alright, I'll agree to read it with you, but on one condition: you have to read it to me. I don't like reading—not because I'm lazy, but because book text is ridiculously small for me and I have trouble seeing it clearly. It frustrates me a lot. So it would be wonderful if you could read it to me like a bedtime story. And of course, we can definitely watch the movies together, either at your place or mine. Actually, I heard somewhere that Yowai loves movies—she'd surely love to join a movie night. If you post an announcement on the club bulletin board, everyone will definitely sign up. Count on me for sure; even though I barely understood anything you just said, I was amazed by the passion in your voice. It's so sweet—you look like a minion when you get excited like that! And I absolutely love minions. I don't know what Columbine is... but you're right about one thing: you shouldn't trust anyone inside Kamome. This high school brings out the worst in people. I hate it.

>She remained serious for a few seconds, until Rena started delivering a soliloquy about who is beautiful and why. The giantess opened her eyes wide in surprise, her face lit up with a smile, then slowly narrowed her eyes, gazing at Rena with a deeply soft, almost flirtatious and seductive look—as if she could see straight into the girl's soul.

Katsumi: You know... that same quality is what makes you beautiful. Only beautiful people are capable of seeing beauty in beings others consider abominable, like Master Jack. I really admire that about you, Rena. That kindness you show toward others is angelic. You truly are like an angel from heaven.

>Noticing Rena's cheeks beginning to flush a bright crimson, Katsumi leaned in slightly closer, fascinated by her reaction.
Katsumi: You look beautiful when you blush. Your shy attitude, your flushed cheeks... You're not a bad person, Rena-chan, you're just misunderstood. You're a beautiful, gorgeous, lovely, pretty, and wonderful girl. You have the ability to see light in the midst of absolute darkness, and that makes you extremely beautiful. Maybe you don't have the physical features you'd like to have or consider beautiful, but you, just as you are, are gorgeous! Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, okay, angel-chan?

>She gives him the warmest and purest smile of her entire life, then lets out a small bitter chuckle while shrugging her shoulders.

Katsumi: But don't say I'm beautiful... A few years ago, I confessed to the guy I liked, and he rejected me in the worst way. He told me to my face that he would never date Sylvester Stallone... Since that day, I know perfectly well that I'm not pretty and that I look more like a man than a woman. Although... I thank you with all my heart for the compliment, Rena-chan.

>>10953
>Bonita-chan's curt refusal froze the atmosphere. Hisao and Valdo's eyes widened, lost in absolute surprise at hearing the silver-haired girl dismantle the dark-haired student's stance. The small, bandaged black-haired boy, overcome with terrible nervousness, waved his hands clumsily, his face filled with discomfort, shame, and immense secondhand embarrassment.

Hisao: Y-You don't have to defend me, please... You're partly right, he's a very s-stupid pawn...

>However, Hisao's heart seemed to stop completely when Bonita-chan continued speaking. Hearing that it was precisely that childish and cardboard knight nature that fascinated her, the boy froze. Valdo, for his part, raised an eyebrow with initial skepticism, believing it was all a bad joke. But as Lebedeve's speech progressed, relentlessly logically dissecting the true meaning of playing a character and accusing Valdo of fearing ridicule due to a lack of imagination, the dark-haired boy's attitude began to crack. Valdo's doubtful face progressively transformed into deep shock, culminating in a state of total bewilderment. Meanwhile, Hisao went from innocent surprise to a warm blush that quickly mutated into an incandescent flush. His face burned like an erupting volcano, forced to hide his smiling, foolish face behind his black bangs so that Bonita-chan wouldn't notice how much he was enjoying being defended, fearing she would judge him as a freak.
>For Hisao, the platinum-haired girl's words resonated deep within his being: his character sheet had a soul. Bonita-chan valued his genuine attempt to seek happiness in a corrupt world; his creation was authentic and possessed an undeniable ESSENCE. Meanwhile, Valdo was completely crushed by the analysis. The words, as sharp as swords, brought him down morally, to the point of losing his balance and falling heavily onto his butt. From the floor, the dark-haired boy looked at her with wide eyes, accepting his crushing defeat in both ethics and roleplaying. Although Valdo often made unfortunate comments due to his strict nature, he was incapable of ignoring such a colossal truth when presented head-on. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the young girl's face, absorbing the lesson about "larping," the fear of cringe, and the false superiority of following rigid rules instead of being original. Lebedeve had just shattered his closed-minded beliefs, removing the veil from his eyes and showing him a perspective of fantasy he had never imagined.

>Slowly, Valdo lowered his gaze to the floor, still amazed by what he had just witnessed. Immediately, he settled onto the tiles and assumed a perfect dogeza posture, pressing his forehead to the ground to emphatically apologize to Bonita-chan and Hisao.

Valdo: I'm so sorry! I was blind!

Hisao: A-Ah! It's not that bad, please get up!

>The dark-haired boy exclaimed, waving his hands with extreme shyness.

>Valdo jumped up with a gymnastic leap, his eyes brimming with renewed and burning determination.

Valdo: No, Hisao! I must remake my character from scratch! I now realize that my own character sheet completely lacks SOUL and E S S E N C E!

>Without a second's hesitation, Valdo took his own sheet of paper and tore it into thousands of tiny pieces that flew through the air like confetti. Immediately after, he began to bow frantically towards the platinum-haired girl.

Valdo: Thank you infinitely for this scolding, Lebedeve-senpai! Please teach me more about true roleplaying!

>With a completely renewed and energetic aura, the bespectacled young man retreated to his seat to write a new story. At that precise moment, President Kinoko began to clap with superhuman force while seas of dramatic tears flowed from her eyes.

Kinoko: Aaaaah! This has been simply beautiful! Sublime! You perfectly understand what roleplaying means, Bonita-chan! I need you to write an entire chapter of my manifesto! Your wisdom must be immortalized in my opus magnum! But that will be later, because thanks to you, I've gotten an unbearable roleplaying high! We must start the session right now!

>While Kinoko continued to praise her excessively between sobs and applause, Hisao approached Bonita-chan unnoticed. The boy didn't dare look her directly in the eyes and kept his face hidden behind his hair, but his silly smile and the intense blush coloring his cheeks were obvious from a mile away.

Hisao: I... thank you so much for your words... I promise I won't disappoint you or get rid of my character sheet. I'll give it my all to play Cajaman just as I wanted to from the beginning.

>>10958
>The echo of Himawari Shion's laughter reverberated through the abandoned classroom with a sharp, raspy, and unhinged vibration that drilled directly into the ears. The girl couldn't contain the glee she felt seeing Voronin's contorted and dizzy face as he writhed pathetically in his chair.

>The Russian aristocrat had his mouth stuffed with Kumiko's underwear and a tampon soaked in menstrual blood as a gag. For the refined and neat violinist, this was hell on earth. The taste of dense copper, rusty iron, body odor, and viscous fluids flooded his palate with a nauseating warmth. Far from any kind of pleasure or perversion, the sensation caused him visceral disgust that violently churned his stomach. Voronin choked back desperate retches, trying in vain to spit out the fabric saturated with biological fluid while tears of pain and humiliation streamed down his cheeks, his diaphragm contracting in a futile effort not to vomit on his own white silk shirt.

>Shion pointed at the grotesque spectacle with her index finger, doubling over with laughter as the two disproportionate spheres of her chest bounced uncontrollably against the tight fabric of her modified military uniform.

Shion: HAHAHAHA! Just look at this idiot! His mouth is full of Larplace's bitch's sacred juice! It's fantastic, truly fantastic! Look at him choking! Larplace, you're mentally ill! You're performing a damn blood ritual live so he'll never forget you! Look at him, he looks like he's going to swallow his own fluids from sheer disgust! What a deliciously filthy scene! HAHAHAHA!

>Unlike the boisterous and spoiled Shion, who seemed to see all this as a grotesque comedy with a wooden sword in her hands, Ren Mizukage remained in deathly silence.

>Ren didn't blink. His dark, dry eyes, completely devoid of light, remained fixed on Kumiko like two bottomless black pits. There was no emotion in him, no mockery, no haste. He gave the impression of being a biological machine programmed solely for execution, a true assassin calculating distances, angles, and trajectories. The difference between the two committee members was abysmal: Shion was a spoiled and exhibitionist brat playing school guard, but Ren was a lethal predator waiting for the exact moment to deliver the final blow.

>Shion stopped her laughter for a second, tilting her head as she adjusted the brim of her cap with a mocking smile.

Shion: Hey, Ren... now that I look at her up close... this little girl has a face that seems strangely familiar. Doesn't she look a lot like that chick who was related to the blue lions family? Yeah, yeah, that woman. Hey, could it be that this brat is a failed clone of her from some clandestine lab? I mean, with how crazy and easy she is, she'd fit perfectly as a discarded experiment, don't you think?
Ren: Silence, Miss Himawari.

Ren's order was issued in an inert, icy, and sharp voice. He didn't take his eyes off Kumiko for a second. His senses, trained for combat and hunting, detected a slight shift in the girl's center of gravity, the subtle tension in her arm muscles, and the intent behind her gaze. Ren instantly understood the student's tactical maneuver, but Kumiko's calculation was already in motion.

Ren lunged forward with superhuman speed to intercept her, but Kumiko acted with astonishing and unforeseen swiftness.

Before Ren's hands could reach her, Kumiko dropped Voronin backward out the open window into the void of the inner courtyard. The Russian boy struggled with desperate rage, kicked in the air, and let out muffled squeals through the bloody gag. The desperation was such that the bitter liquid of his own urine soaked the front of his pants as he plummeted. His figure cut through the night air for an endless second until gravity claimed its due.

CRACK-SPLAT!

The vile, dry, and chilling sound of Voronin's skull splitting in two as it violently hit the courtyard asphalt echoed off the building walls, followed by the absolute silence of instant death.

Shion froze in place, her eyes wide and her mouth agape at the shock of the scene.

Shion: WHAT THE HELL...?! YOU BITCH, SHE KILLED HIM! SHE REALLY KILLED HIM!

As Shion descended into hysterics and began to hastily assume a combat stance with her wooden katana, Ren showed no surprise. He was closer to Kumiko than before, completely silent, coldly readjusting his strategy. However, Kumiko proved once again that reaction speed was her greatest asset.

Without giving Shion time to consolidate her offensive stance, Kumiko pulled out a bottle and sprayed a direct stream of caustic soda towards the girl's face. Shion, reacting out of pure survival instinct, managed to cross her arms to cover her face and chest area, the only parts of her anatomy she cared for with almost obsessive devotion, but her provocative and fabric-lacking attire played the worst trick on her. The corrosive chemical directly impacted her exposed skin: shoulders, thighs, and abdomen suffered direct and immediate contact.

Shion: AAAAAAHHHHHHH! MY SKIN! DAMN YOU, IT BURNS! IT BURNS, IT BURNS, IT BURNS! MY BODY, YOU SON OF A BITCH!

Shion's screams of pain tore through the night as the caustic soda melted the epidermal layer, generating a faint chemical smoke and instantly reddening the flesh. Kumiko seized that precise moment of agony without hesitation.
>Using her trusty euphonium with mechanical precision, Kumiko slammed the instrument's heavy metal frame directly into the center of Shion's face. The impact of metal against cartilage was devastating. Shion's nose fractured with a sickening crunch, caving to one side and spewing a flare of thick blood that coated her chin and uniform. The blow sent her violently to the floor, leaving her sprawled on her back, coughing, choking on her own blood, and screaming in pure agony, temporarily incapacitated from fighting.

>Without losing the momentum of the attack, Kumiko used the downed Shion's neck and face as a makeshift springboard, launching herself forcefully into the air directly towards Ren Mizukage.

>Kumiko's instrument case collided head-on with the wooden sword Ren raised to block. Ren attempted a diagonal slash, but in that supreme second, it was proven that weight, mass, and the vibration of music could overcome pure, calculated violence. Kumiko's momentum and brute force shattered the android's guard. The force of the impact forced Ren to yield, causing his feet to slip and sending him stumbling violently backward several steps until he slammed hard against the frame of the very window the former orchestra president had just fallen out of.

>Ren was on the verge of losing his balance and falling into the void as well, but with feline agility, he managed to cling to the wooden frame, regaining his posture. From the window, Ren glanced sideways at the courtyard below: there lay Voronin's inert body, surrounded by a thick red pool of brain matter and blood.

>Kumiko had achieved the impossible. She had humiliated, injured, and thrown off balance two of the most feared enforcers of the Kamome High School Disciplinary Committee.

>The path to the classroom door was clear. Kumiko had the perfect opportunity to bolt down the dark hallways, escape into the campus shadows, and never return to that concrete prison... or at least try to return someday under a completely false identity. She knew perfectly well her hide was marked forever, and that the committee would move heaven and earth to hunt her down for revenge.

>However, just as she was about to cross the threshold, her luck ran out completely.

>From the outer hallway, the resounding echo of multiple heavy footsteps marching at high speed began to be heard. Massive, coordinated, and accelerated steps of dozens of committee guards heading directly for that classroom after hearing Shion's screams of agony and the crash of Voronin's fall. The conventional escape route was completely blocked.

>To make matters worse, behind her, the nightmare was not over.
>Shion slowly began to get to her feet on the fluid-stained floor. Coughing hard, her left hand pressing her chemical-burned throat and her right wiping the abundant blood gushing from her broken nose, the girl rose like a deformed demon. Her eyes, wide open and completely bloodshot, gleamed with the pure madness of someone who has lost their sanity from pain and humiliation.

>Shion and Ren brought their hands to the hilts of their weapons. With a metallic click, both drew their blades.

>The swords were not wooden. What Kumiko had taken for practice katanas were actually real swords, polished carbon steel blades, sharp as razors and capable of slicing flesh and bone with the slightest pressure, skillfully hidden inside wooden sheaths to bypass visible regulations. The silver gleam of steel cut through the dimness of the room.

>Shion stood up with the katana trembling in her hand, letting out a heartbreaking shriek of rage and hysteria.

Shion: I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU DAMN SHITTY BITCH! I'M GOING TO SPLIT YOU IN TWO FROM CUNT TO BRAINS AND THEN I'M GOING TO SKIN YOUR CORPSE! AND WHEN THE POLICE FIND WHAT'S LEFT OF YOU, WE'LL SAY IT WAS A CRIME OF PASSION AND THAT YOU BROUGHT IT ON YOURSELF FOR BEING A WHORE! I'M GOING TO TARNISH YOUR REPUTATION BEYOND MERE DEATH, I SWEAR ON MY LIFE!

>Shion was kicking and having a demented tantrum, bloody and burned, but the real steel sword in her hands made her a deadly and imminent threat.

>Beside her, Ren maintained absolute peace. The boy held his steel katana with one hand, looking at Kumiko with the same expressionless coldness as always. He adjusted his stance with military elegance and spoke in an icy, calm, and calculating tone.

Ren: There's no need to keep fighting, Miss Kumiko. You are completely surrounded by our forces in the outer hallway. Considering it from a purely logical perspective: you are already a dead girl. I won't ask you to surrender. I ask, for your own good, that you remain completely still so I can cleanly and quickly cut off your head. That way, we'll save ourselves the mess and hassle of severing your limbs one by one before you bleed out.

>Kumiko's situation had gone from a dead end to a veritable slaughterhouse. Her previous action hadn't made things easier; it only managed to enrage two sociopaths armed with real blades to the limit, who now have no intention of letting her leave alive. She could choose to end the encounter and defeat those two, perhaps escape through the door with an idea to push aside the other supporting characters coming for her, or maybe create an emergency exit. The dice of fate roll again.

1d100 = 33

>>10963
>>10958
>100
S-S-Sure you can make another character, little player... Oh...

>>10964
The murderhobo must accept their fate with their head held high.

>>10902
>>10890
>>10957
>>10960
>>10954
>>10930
>>10953
>With the 15 minutes of preparation officially over and the character sheets laid out on the table, the atmosphere in the club room reached a boiling point of creativity. President Kinoko felt an electric spark run down her spine. Ecstatic and completely filled with inspiration after witnessing Bonita-chan's beautiful and heartfelt speech, the club leader couldn't contain the torrent of adrenaline that threatened to make her chest explode.

BAM!

>With immense force that echoed like thunder in the classroom, Kinoko slammed both palms of her hands against the wooden table's surface. The impact sent the plastic miniatures flying, shook the Pringles can, and forced everyone present to jump in their folding chairs, their gazes immediately fixed on her.

>Without losing a single second of that absolute attention, the president leaned over to the adjacent shelf and pressed the button on the old tape recorder. A new ambient melody began to play. Kinoko took the illustrated Vermis manual into her hands with an almost mystical fervor, holding it as if it were a forbidden tome rescued from the flames of a burning temple.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MFj8RsljbCQ▾
>Adjusting her thick glasses on the bridge of her nose with an elegant movement of her index finger, Kinoko exhaled slowly. When she opened her mouth again, her voice was not that of the loud, hyperactive girl from a few minutes ago; it completely transformed into the voice of a professional radio announcer, a deep, velvety, magnetic, and profoundly enveloping register that seemed to resonate from the depths of the earth itself. Her interpretive art was so sublime, charged with such polished passion and eloquence, that more than one person at the table got goosebumps all over, feeling the air in the room become strangely cold and heavy.

>Accompanying each phrase with fluid hand gestures, shadows cast by her fingers on the GM screen, and intense gazes that cut through her glasses, the narrator began the journey:
Kinoko: Our adventure, oh unheard-of and stubborn corpses who do not yet wish to rest in the sea of free souls, begins on the outskirts of the Capital, known as Greengrave or also called "The Dead Man's Garden," where the inert bones of a murdered god lie. The remains of Gurvek the Great have grown across the mountains and now stand as one of the relics of the ancient world. It is not known what or who killed him, but everything seems to indicate that it was the fruit of deceit. It is said that those who live here live longer than normal, demonstrating that Gurvek, even in death, tries to protect his believers through these sacred forests.

>She paused dramatically, lowering her voice to an almost cavernous whisper that forced all the players to lean forward so as not to miss a single word.

Kinoko: On the other hand, the capital is consumed by chaos, in a constant war led by fools and liars blinded by the shine of their own crowns; faith, blood, gold: each believes their cause is just, they think each sacrifice brings them closer to the death of their enemies. However far your journey may be from the fury of those in power, it begins in the depths of the Greengrave forest...

>The president extended an arm over the parchment map, drawing an imaginary route with her index finger as she described the surroundings with a terrifying vividness. Under her words, the forest came to life in the minds of those present: a canopy of twisted trees whose dry branches intertwined like skeletal fingers blocking the sky, drowning the light in a perpetual gloom tinged with greenish mist. The smell of damp earth, rotten leaf litter, and ancient stone seemed to magically seep through the pores of the kraft paper.

Kinoko: Once you awaken alongside the others, you find yourself in a small crypt in the middle of the forest; it is cold and damp, but it feels strangely comfortable... There are your first steps... On your tombstone is a poem by an unknown author...

>She tilted her head slightly, reciting the verses with the sad solemnity of a funeral elegy:

Kinoko: House of gray, house of cold.
House of a thousand doors.
House of many, house of no one.
House of those who are no longer home.

>A breathtaking silence fell over the table. The background music played the dull lament of an imaginary wind seeping through the cracks in the graves.
Kinoko: You find yourself in the Greengrave cemetery! In your coffin lie your belongings, which you can take. Meanwhile, your gaze wanders over the cemetery, which is as large as a city itself... a true capital of death, perhaps larger than the capital of the living. Before you rise infinite rows of lichen-eaten mausoleums, mausoleums that disappear from sight in the stagnant mist where the absolute stillness is only broken by the distant crunching of old bones.

>She raised three fingers of her right hand, showing them one by one with precision.

Kinoko Ichinose: You have 3 options, filthy corpse: venture into the depths of the cemetery towards a dense forest with no apparent exit; ascend to the second level of the cemetery in that gloomy, time-worn tower; or, alternatively, descend to the lowest and most forgotten part of the cemetery, that is, the catacombs. Your main objective is to escape the cemetery. It is time for the dice of fate to roll... but be careful, for the cemetery is stalked by beasts that, even in the peace of death, find violence.

>After that brilliant and moving piece of oratory worthy of the finest oral storytelling circles, Kinoko paused for a few seconds to let the impact of the atmosphere settle in her companions' minds. With professional elegance, she adjusted her glasses on her face and straightened her posture in the folding chair, sweeping the table with an incisive gaze.

>Still maintaining that professional, hypnotic, and formal tone of voice, the Game Master proceeded to clarify the mechanical rules of the session, reaching out to place several special dice in the center of the cemetery map.

Kinoko: To make decisions, explore the geography of this dying world, and investigate the secrets hidden by the gloom, you will need to roll the Zocchihedro of Fate. However, for the technical resolution of your actions in this system, we will adhere to two fundamental tools: we will use the fifty-sided die, the d50, to measure the precision and accuracy of your movements, as well as for the activation of sorcery or complex maneuvers. Meanwhile, the twenty-sided die, the d20, will be strictly reserved for determining damage values inflicted.
>He took the fifty-sided translucent die and spun it on the wood before continuing.

Kinoko: Pay close attention to the shadow of luck: if you roll less than 25 on your aiming or attack rolls, the attack, maneuver, or spell will fail miserably, leaving your flesh exposed to the horrors lurking among the graves. Likewise, remember to apply the bonuses granted by your attributes: Strength will add directly to the damage of your dice, Willpower will grant a positive modifier to your aiming rolls with the d50, Intelligence will boost magical damage, and Faith will allow you to channel miracles and dark rites.

>He picked up the can of Pringles, took out a couple of crispy chips, and chewed them with restrained grace, accompanying the bite with a long swig of his pineapple soda before resuming the verbal thread with the same stage presence as before.

Kinoko: Regarding your physical vitality, each of your mortal vessels begins with a base of 100 Hit Points (HP). To this standardized figure, you must add 5 additional Hit Points for each point of Willpower recorded on your respective character sheets. I suggest you keep your mathematical calculations up to date and clearly noted in the margins of your sheets, because in the rotten soil of Greengrave, a single hit point marks the boundary between continuing to walk and becoming mere fertilizer for the dead gods.

>He placed the bottle on the table with a dry thud that resonated in perfect contrast to the melancholic melody of the recorder. Leaning forward over the Game Master's Screen, he rested his elbows on the wood and clasped his hands in front of his face, letting the reflection of the light on his glasses completely hide his eyes.

Kinoko: The crypt's mist surrounds you, the cold of the tombstones chills your characters' bones, and the cemetery's shadow stretches infinitely before your steps. The belongings from your coffins await to be taken, and the three paths of death open before you... Where will the first stride of your troubled flesh lead? It is time to declare your actions. The stage is entirely yours!

>>10965
I'm not saying no, I was talking about another character besides Kumiko, she's already gone unless there's a roleplaying miracle.

>A pink sheet with a border of little flowers next to a small poster printed with fresh ink.

"Hello again to the club members!"

"The truth is I really enjoyed writing the text. I felt it was smooth to share a bit of what goes through my head when I lock myself in my hideout to watch movies, so I'm going to keep doing it. I feel like I have an interesting opinion to contribute and, honestly, I'm fascinated by talking about movies that moved me or that I'd love for more people to discover so we can discuss them."

For this second installment of the mural, I want to go for something quite different in era and style, but equally fascinating. It's about..."''

"Life Size" by Luis García Berlanga.

"I'll quickly tell you what it's about: Michel is a middle-aged dentist in Paris who seemingly has it all — a good job, social standing, an attractive wife — but who is deeply bored and unsatisfied with his life. One day he decides to buy a life-size latex doll from Japan. What at first seems like a curious fetish or a simple eccentricity quickly turns into a sickening obsession. Michel starts dressing her, having dinner with her, giving her a name, and treating her as his ideal partner, completely isolating himself from the real world to live locked in a domestic fantasy with an inanimate object."

"Getting a bit more cinephile with the analysis, the film is a masterpiece of social satire and black humor. Berlanga handles eroticism not as something purely sensual, but as an uncomfortable and absurd vehicle to explore emotional voids. Cinematographically, the handling of space is brilliant: the camera starts by showing wide shots and Michel's urban routine, but gradually the composition becomes tighter, trapping the viewer inside the apartment with the protagonist, reflecting his gradual disconnection from reality."

"The most powerful thematic core here is the infantilization of man and how it directly impacts his sexuality. Michel doesn't want a real woman with imperfections, ideas, or contradictions; he behaves like a spoiled child who prefers a submissive toy. His affection and desire degrade to an immature state because he is incapable of dealing with otherness. The relationship with the doll starkly exposes how selfish male desire seeks to reduce women to mere objects of consumption: a beautiful, inert figure, without will or voice of her own, designed solely to satisfy needs without demanding anything in return."

"The narrative rhythm flows between comedic moments and deeply melancholic situations, leading you to a very abrupt ending. I won't spoil it for you, but it's a dry conclusion, one of those that doesn't give you spoon-fed explanations and leaves you processing the emotional impact for a good while."

"Personally, I find 'Life Size' to be a brilliant reflection on modern loneliness and the fear of true intimacy. It makes you wonder if we sometimes prefer to surround ourselves with echoes that validate our ego rather than risk connecting with someone real."

"Anyway, I'll leave it here on the mural. Take the time to watch it if these kinds of provocative stories catch your attention, and then tell me what you thought. I'll be very happy to know if you agree with my point of view or if you saw a completely different angle."

"Once again, here's the link for you to watch it:" https://ok.ru/video/9711279934040

— Sayuri

>>10961
>The fat one lets out a choked scream and pulls at the braids of her hair, she's starting to believe no one will desire her the way she wants to be desired.
...Did I eat the big flute's shaft?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujN2twqe9Yw▾>>10962
>Katsumi: I like coffee, but only if it has milk. I can't drink it black, it's too bitter for me and I prefer sweet things... Besides, coffee really hurts me, it causes constipation.
That's why everything I mention has something sweet, black coffee should only be drunk in extreme cases for late-night studying or with a hangover, although I've never experienced such things. Regarding constipation, you just tell your body no and that's it, like diabetes, you tell it no and that's it, if only it were like that with autism and depression.
-Rena said this very confidently, either her view on suffering discomfort was wrong, or her metabolism was weird-
I wonder how much milk you've had to grow so much
>Katsumi: Don't talk with your mouth full, Rena, you could choke.
Sorry -Rena swallows the cookies- I didn't bring anything to wash them down with, and I think it would be rude to ask the president for a soda.

>Katsumi: Ah, okay... Good thing, I was starting to think I was going crazy.
-Rena looked at Katsumi, saw her bottle of pills, and looked back at Katsumi-
Can I offer you one? They're not for craziness, but they relax you and prevent you from thinking ugly thoughts, although you might have an allergic reaction depending on your metabolism. It's like drinking coffee, except coffee can depress you no matter how sweet it is, and this counteracts it....
-For a moment Rena frowns, she had just rationalized something, her life was a cycle, a constant cycle she couldn't escape, getting depressed, taking this and losing the little bit that she herself could experience as her real self, but by doing so, she could be genuinely at peace and calm. She could only sigh and continue the conversation, taking off her glasses-

>Katsumi: You have a sister?! Seriously? Does she also study here at Kamome or go to another school? It must be very difficult moving from province to province across the entire southern empire and then ending up changing countries... I mean, ever since North America unified into one country, Mexico has gone from bad to worse. It's a shame, but I hope you stay to live in Osaka for a long time and settle here so I can see you every day. I'd like you to live very happily in Japan.
She was born in Okinawa, Mom is from Osaka and came to this school, she met Dad when he was filming some videos, when she got pregnant at 15 she dropped out of school and her gang and traveled with Dad around the country in secret, until they were discovered and deported, a year later I was born, and although they settled down, Dad was always traveling and cheating on Mom, that's why she returned to the only place she knew and could really return to, because of that stupid law, and well, I already said, she set up her own mechanical workshop, and we lived in boarding schools, at 10 we came to Japan with Mom, Dad visits us from time to time since then, he's not a bad guy, just a bit irresponsible, and about my sister Renata, she was supposed to come here and not me, she's in Kyoto because of a mix-up, Dad wrote down our names wrong and she ended up in a boarding school for special kids, and no, they don't know she's half Latina, her birth certificate says she was born in Okinawa after all, so... it's not like Dad planned for me to end up in that school either... look
-Rena shows a photo of her with her sister and mother-
It was on my birthday, Christmas night a few months ago
We were grounded for being expelled from school for... you know, but that day Mom took us to the movies, then a guy tried to mug us, and Mom beat him up and stole his motorcycle
-Rena was telling all this with a small smile-

>Katsumi: Oh my god, that was too funny! I'd love to see one of those mascots dancing like that in person... I totally understand why that was the only thing you liked about Mexico.
I'm glad it made you laugh, you have a beautiful laugh, well... the cheese steak tacos weren't bad, and with Dr. Simi, they also have them in Chile - he says showing a duel of 2 Dr. Simis-
https://youtu.be/TCsz5z5wkhs?si=2Surm6Y0MI83IEGU▾
>Katsumi: Ah, no, my dad is 100% Japanese, but in Venezuela they often hire many Japanese players for their teams. It's just that the real baseball powerhouses are the United States of Humanity, Japan, and the Caribbean. Although... I recently read in the news that their government bombed those favelas and they are restructuring all of South America. Maybe now it will be a good place to live.
So that baseball team called the Pirates is from the Caribbean?
-Rena was confusing things, but could you blame her? Johnny Depp's portrayal of Jack Sparrow is legendary-
and Osaka looks a lot like Latin America, I don't see that much difference besides having Japanese things that come from other states.... I would like to visit the Tokyo Tower or Mount Fuji - she said sadly-

>Katsumi: I like the movie "Hercules watches", but "The Bank Warmers" is super special to me. It was the first baseball movie I saw with my late mom... By the way, you can absolutely come see me play! I usually play baseball on Saturdays and Sundays in a team where my dad is the coach. You are more than invited, you can bring your sister or your mom if they want. We always have delicious barbecues after the games.
Mom would join, Renata when she gets vacation, she would join on her own, not for the food, but to see who she should hit if something happens to me, but ok, give me your number, so we can stay in touch to meet tomorrow.

>Katsumi: Mmm... Okay, I accept reading it with you, but with one condition: you have to read it to me. I don't like reading, not because I'm lazy, but because books have ridiculously small letters for me and I have trouble seeing them well, it frustrates me a lot. So it would be lovely if you read it to me like a bedtime story. And of course, we can watch the movies together, either at your place or mine. In fact, I saw somewhere that Yowai loves movies, she would surely love to join a movie night. If you put the announcement on the club bulletin board, you can be sure that everyone will sign up. Count me in for sure; even though I didn't understand almost anything you said, I found the passion with which you speak incredible. It's super cute, you look like a minion when you get excited like that! And I love minions... I don't know what Columbine is... but you're right about one thing: you shouldn't trust anyone in Kamome. This high school brings out the worst in people, I hate it.
When I get home, I'll make a list of activities the club could do, although it will depend on the president's approval, I also need to start making my witch costume as I told Red, the minions died in Déjà Dru, no offense, but that was the peak of the franchise, I'm not saying everything that came after isn't good, just that it's inferior to that movie, replicating Groundhog Day over and over with philosophical touches, Dru trying to avoid Gru's death, and the minions choosing a side, that's what I call cinema... and regarding the last part.
-Rena touched Katsumi's chest with her finger, she had been curious since the fat guy prompted her to do it, and to not seem suspicious, she accompanied her action with some genuine words that came from her thoughts-
For now, you're showing me you're trustworthy, keep it up and I'll trust you with my life, this high school might be disgusting, but not everyone is disgusting -she says looking at the rest of the club while still touching Katsumi's chest, sinking her finger deeper to test the sponginess- ...well, others are just ugly, but not bad people -she says looking at the pair of fat guys while stopping touching the giant's chest-
>Katsumi: You know... that's exactly what makes you beautiful. Only beautiful people are capable of seeing beauty in beings that others consider abominable, like Master Jack. I deeply admire that about you, Rena. That kindness you have toward others is angelic. You really are like an angel from heaven.
https://youtube.com/shorts/XirSk1tbf_Y?si=pOkfOBI0d2z06df5▾
...ah...-Rena.exe has stopped working-

>Katsumi: You look so pretty when you blush. Your shy attitude, your flushed cheeks... You're not a bad person, Rena-chan, you're just misunderstood. You're a beautiful girl, lovely, cute, gorgeous, and wonderful. You have the ability to see light in the deepest darkness, and that makes you incredibly beautiful. Maybe you don't have the physical traits you wish for or consider beautiful, but you—just as you are—are absolutely gorgeous! Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise, okay, angel-chan?
https://youtu.be/4w5kfB4u8lM?si=28soWvO2VwLV0iXc▾
....A?
-Rebooting.... Rena was left with blank eyes and a red face, slumped in her chair with steam coming out of her ears. Although she had heard what Katsumi said, responding would be difficult-

>Katsumi: But don't say I'm beautiful... A few years ago, I confessed to the guy I liked and he rejected me in the worst way. He told me straight to my face that he'd never date Sylvester Stallone... Since that day, I've known perfectly well that I'm not pretty and that I look more like a man than a woman. Although... I sincerely appreciate the compliment, Rena-chan.
...T-t-t-tssss tttt you....Rocky!!!!....he's....missing out....Italian stallion!
-Rena genuinely had the words on the tip of her tongue, but she was on the verge of collapse, so she did the only thing she could—hugged Katsumi and buried her face in her chest, not in a perverted way, but like a child seeking protection from her mother, an instinct Rena had at home-

>>10966
¡BAM!
IF YOU'RE SO PRETTY AND BEAUTIFUL, EVEN GORGEOUS, THAT GUY WASN'T WORTHY TO COMPARE THE ITALIAN STALLION TO YOU. ONCE, SOMEONE CONFESSED TO ME AND MY SISTER GRABBED THE GUY AND USING A HAMMER SHE...
-Rena had jumped like a cat from the noise, snapping back to reality. Noticing she was speaking loudly, she stopped hugging Katsumi. Without a trace of embarrassment on her face, it returned to her usual poker face, the blush gone. She silently bowed in apology, letting the class president speak. She could continue talking with Katsumi later-

(later I'll send the rest properly, if I don't post today it's because an electrician is coming to check the electricity, I hope I can post later)

>>10919
wtf

>name and/or nickname
Kumiko Prime
>exact age
26 years, 2 months, 25 days, 4 hours, and 2 minutes.
>school grade
teaching classes
>gender or sex
Autistic
>birthday
the day the gringos think is Mexico's national day, from the first year of the millennium
>nationality
--mexichanga-- Japanese
>roleplaying experience
since /g/
>favorite setting
mecha, magical girls, and maybe medfan
>dice type
1d100 = 23 the good old reliable
>character archetype
summoner of characters from other roleplays
>current relationship status
long-distance relationship with problems I don't plan to discuss I'll just say we're not fighting
>fetish or vice
Mobile Suit Gundam: Ghiren's Greed V menace of axis
>favorite dinosaur
brontosaurus
>ideal historical era
the 80's
>food for roleplaying
quesadillas
>greatest absurd fear
touching pictures in books
>weirdest thing you've eaten out of sheer laziness to cook
nothing that I recall
>favorite pokemon
Golurk
>definitive anime opening
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=bM9IvVH3pKE&pp=ygUQemV0YSBndW5kYW0gb3AgMg%3D%3D▾>Your favorite conspiracy theory:
Jews fund the LGBT movement
>What would you do if you woke up as the opposite sex for a day?:
go to the doctor
>Your most destructive unpopular opinion:
Code Geass is shit
>If you were a piece of furniture, which would you be and why?:
a table, because yes
>Rating of your current mental health from 1 to 10:
6

>>10919
The pterodactyl is not a dinosaur, but a pterosaur.
Damn amateurs.

>>10972
ACM1Pterodactyl and suck my dick, make a crazy Jurassic park SAPEEEEE

>>10940
>>10944
My pen moves up and down in slow, elegant strokes as I fill out the character sheet. I don't write immediately. First, I observe the world Kinoko has presented to us, trying to recall every detail she mentioned: the gods, the diseases, the decay, the pre-set characters to choose from, the things that seemed to exist solely to make a person wonder why the hell they were still alive.

>I wanted my character to belong to that world. I didn't want to just slap a sad backstory onto a generic warrior and call him dark. If I was going to play someone within Vermis, I wanted them to seem like they could have existed before I invented them. That they had a reason to walk those horrible paths. That their illness wasn't just an aesthetic feature, but something that determined how they ate, how they slept, how they spoke, how others looked at them, and, above all, how they understood their own existence.

>So I start with the name. I write it slowly, observing it for a few seconds. I don't know exactly who he is yet. I just know I want him to be someone who walks. A man who has been walking for too long and has probably already forgotten where he was supposed to be going. Then comes the god. Gurvek. I remember the diseases and deformities Kinoko had spoken of. Then I think of white urticaria. A horrible, visible, uncomfortable disease. One of those things that not only destroys the body, but makes others start looking at you as if you were something contaminated.

>That's where the burlap comes in. My pen moves again. A bag over the head. A small hole to see through. No face. No visible identity. I don't want anyone to know what expression he has. Whether he's crying, praying, smiling, or just breathing with difficulty, no one can tell.... also because it reminds me of Jason Voorhees. And the more I write, the more I like the idea that even he himself isn't entirely sure why he keeps walking.

"Yes."

"I like it."

>It was perhaps, too "edgy" or difficult to interpret because, well, he's "silent" but I liked it, I wanted to "be" that character now in this game, so I was satisfied with my quick creation. More than anything, I think because I've always wanted to roleplay dark fantasy, but never really had the opportunity, it had motivated me too much, although something wasn't entirely convincing me. But in all of that, I hadn't noticed Kinoko's analytical gaze.

>Somewhat shyly, I get up from my chair and hand my character sheet to Kinoko, and her reaction catches me off guard. She starts praising my sheet, and although my face remained serious, I definitely felt a bit embarrassed, but the cute kind of embarrassment, the kind that makes people blush and all that. I looked away, to avoid any strange reaction, but it felt good that someone else genuinely liked my sheet.
"Th-thanks"

>But there were some things about her compliment that unsettled me. "It's as if Plastiboo himself came down from heaven to write the profile with his own hands." I know she said that phrase with good intentions, as a compliment, but... it felt different to me. It was as if... the profile lacked real identity, I don't know how to explain it, but my body ended up taking it as criticism, not from her, but self-criticism. Although I also overthink things a lot, and I shouldn't. So I just smiled shyly and said thanks.

"...?"

>Then behind me, Hisao appears with his profile too. He holds out his profile and gives it to Kinoko, and I watch him curiously, though I couldn't see anything. The club leader starts to glance at the profile, with a rather kind demeanor, but with evident "displeasure," not in the sense of disgust, but in the sense of "This isn't my style, but thanks for doing it anyway," which is understandable because you can like what you like, not everything has to be for everyone, and she remained kind.

>Meanwhile, I had discreetly stood on my tiptoes, trying to catch a glimpse of what was on the profile, but just as my eyes finally managed to see something, a hand quickly grabbed the profile, not letting me see anything. It was Valdo, who began to look at the profile with a much more critical eye, and without mincing words, he gave his critique. Sincere criticisms, which I didn't agree with, but I respected; everyone had their opinions, and honestly, that wasn't going to get to me, or rather, I didn't care much about it. Although Hisao related it in a... not very nice way, it was evident that, intentional or not, his words were hurting him.

>Then Valdo hands me Hisao's profile. I finally had it in my hands, I was eager to read it, and my eyes were fixed on the page. My eyes slowly moved down the page, first scanning the name. "Cajaman, the recycling knight." I stared at those words for a few seconds, expressionless. Then I continued reading... Kingdom of Cereal Boxes. Behind the sofa. Cardboard armor. Round-tipped scissors. Boxing gloves for hugging. My right eyebrow twitched slightly, and I kept reading.

>At first, I'm looking for what I'm supposed to be reading. I try to find the logic behind the character, what kind of concept it's trying to convey, what its function is within a game of Vermis, and what relation all of this has to the scenario. But as I progress, I realize there isn't much to analyze. It's simply... a story. My eyes pause for a moment on the part about the Cat-Dragon. I read it again.

"A cat..."
>I lower my gaze again and continue. Sir Boxman doesn't fight. He doesn't try to defeat him, he doesn't look for a clever way to kill him, he doesn't even try to prove he's stronger. He does a little dance, gives him bread, and shares it with him. Then the cat falls asleep in his lap. I stare at that part for a few seconds longer than necessary, scratching my chin.

"....."

":....."

"..............:"

"Ah..."

>A moment of silence, until.... I get it. My eyes go back to the beginning. This time I read it all again, more slowly, read it, but really read it. The first time I was looking for character construction, like an architect looks at a blueprint, I wasn't analyzing it with my heart, like an artist looks at a work. Now I'm trying to understand the person who wrote it, and understand the character they wrote. And I find that much more interesting.

https://youtu.be/g_72RkQV25Y▾

>There's a big problem in modern art, and that's the intention to institutionalize it, formalize it, perfect it. You see it, for example, in paintings, as if it were an architectural blueprint. Color theory, perspective, dimensions, anatomy, etc. etc. etc., an endless place of rules to achieve perfect, cold synchrony. But where is the feeling in this? The passion, the essence, the creator's weapon? God didn't create us perfect, he created us with love, and love in modern art was lost.

>Nowadays there are perfect drawings and writings, perfect ones that make you feel absolutely nothing, because they aren't made with the projection of the creator's soul in them. If we analyze artists with that magnifying glass, Van Gogh and other great artists would be seen as mediocre or bad. Let's be honest, they didn't have that many gifts for drawing or painting, but their works transmit their soul, and that's why they are beautiful. If I want to see a hyperrealistic drawing of The Rock's face, you have talent and all, but it's boring, it doesn't transmit or make me feel anything, for that I look at a photo. But when the creativity of the soul is reflected in these things, it's something that made my heart beat. "But the perspective, but the color, but the anatomy" I don't care, it's not an architectural blueprint, it's an artistic work that made me feel more than your hyperrealistic image of a banana makes me feel, with all the perspective, anatomy, and color you want.

>The box armor isn't there because it's a particularly good armor. The sword and shield also don't have a complicated explanation. There are no curses, family tragedies, lost lineages, blood oaths, or an explanation for why such a strange knight exists in a world like this. It's cardboard. Literally cardboard. And yet, everything seems to have a pretty clear intention. This character doesn't want to cause harm.... and that makes me frown a little.
>I look back at Hisao for a moment and then return to the page. It's hard not to think about the difference between the two. The person in front of me seems to be permanently waiting for something bad to happen. He gets scared easily, apologizes for existing, talks about his parents as if suffering is a normal thing one simply has to learn to endure... and yet, when he has to imagine someone he'd like to be, he invents a knight made of cereal boxes who hugs his enemies... that's cute.

>My fingers adjust slightly on the edge of the paper.

"(It's weird.)"

>I say it almost to myself. I continue reading the ability... I fall silent. It doesn't hurt. It doesn't protect. It doesn't improve stats. It doesn't seem to have any particularly clever application, but it's exactly what the character does, it's authentic. Sir Cajaman doesn't win because he's stronger. He wins because he makes the other person stop wanting to fight.

>My eyes go back to the cat's sentence. "Sharing was the noblest act in the universe..." I repeat it mentally. Then I understand something that makes me freeze for a moment. This doesn't seem like a character sheet made to impress anyone. It doesn't even seem like it was made to prove Hisao knows how to write fantasy. It seems like he simply wrote down the first thing he actually wanted to play. That's... pretty hard to do.

>My eyes scan the lines again, this time without looking for mistakes. The story is simple. Very simple. The language is childish. The humor is strange. The idea of a knight made of cereal boxes is absurd and he'd probably have a hard time in a world like that.

>But I can't say it's bad, because I perfectly understand what it is. That makes me look at Hisao again, my expression remains serious, but my eyes no longer have the same coldness as before. It surprises me a little. I didn't expect someone like him to have such a... clean imagination. Not "clean" in the sense of being well-written. It isn't, at least not in a particularly sophisticated way. It's clean in another sense. There's no cruelty behind it. There's no desire for revenge. There's no fantasy of power hidden behind the character. He doesn't even try to become someone terrifying.

>After everything he's told me about his home, his parents, and the things they've done to him, I would have expected something different. Maybe an invincible character. A Kirito or someone who could return every blow. A knight who killed dragons and destroyed anyone who tried to hurt him. Something edgy and like that, or an evil being.

>But no.

>He chose Cajaman. A cardboard man who wants to hug everyone. My lips move slightly. It doesn't quite become a full smile.

"(He's quite innocent.)"

>I reread the last sentence...... "And they all lived happily ever after, this story is over." I stare at it... No, I contemplate that last part in silence.

https://youtu.be/30Ysa3A2WMU▾
>Absolute peak.

1/2

>>10974
2/2
>Then Valdo says his line, and I, after reading such a narrative work, had to do something about it. >>10953 I was honest, maybe I talked too much, something I realized after finishing, but the emotion of the moment made me forget those things, until I finished..

";,,"

"Excuse me, I talked too much"

>With that, Professor Jack >>10957 raises his hand, to share his opinion, in a more "Mediating" way, fulfilling his role as a professor better than... all or almost all the professors who work at this school, honestly.

<Can I say something? I understand Bonita-chan's point about letting Hisao express himself.......etc

"no no, I completely understand that Professor, and I agree"

"But that would be more of a critique on aesthetic details, or "logical" in the realism of the world"

"and it's not so much a problem with who the character is and their story"

"One cannot make a Clone trooper from Star Wars (unless they are looking for a too good way to justify it)"

"But those are details that are quickly corrected/edited later by the RollMaster."

"Something like 'maybe not cardboard, but wood or plush toys' and that sort of thing"

>>10962
>Then, Valdo reacts. Honestly, I thought he was going to take it badly, or that's what I was used to happening, sometimes I got excited in a moment, talked too much, and people took it badly, but no, surprisingly he didn't take it badly. I look at him confused, but grateful, that we reached an agreement of ideas in a way. I listen to his words and get a little nervous when he throws himself on the ground and praises us, but the guy with the bandages makes him get back up. He asks me to "teach" him more about true interpretation.... But, that cannot be taught, I can be wrong, I can be wrong about many things, and that is a path that is only achieved by following one's heart. There is no better teacher than oneself.

>After that, he goes to create his character sheet with more passion, and Kinoko starts to applaud, and give me some compliments... I'm bad at interpreting these things, I'm not very used to it, but I think it feels good.

<I NEED you to be the one to write an entire chapter of my manifesto!
"n-no no, I'm not good at it, forcing it looks bad"

"You write, I'll read"

>I say somewhat embarrassed, but with a slight smile on my face, until I notice Hisao approaching stealthily. I look at him confused, and hear what he wanted to tell me.

<I... really thank you very much for your words... I promise you I won't disappoint you nor will I get rid of my character sheet. I'll give it my all to interpret Cajaman just as I wanted to do from the beginning.

"You're welcome, thanks to you for making that character sheet"

"Yes, there's always time later to improve and all that"

"But there's also time to enjoy what's created, and to play"

>With that, I give a thumbs up, because it was time to roleplay.

Kinoko entering the club one of these days

https://youtu.be/1hR6IGrrOxg?si=uAQp9Uqqs3yrxbrM▾

>>10966
-Rena listens intently to her president's words, the game had already begun, and although she understood most of the things, because she had already explained them to her, she still had a few doubts, so she raised her hand without shame to ask-

Excuse me, president, answer me this
1: How much extra damage does each point of intelligence cause? The same with Faith
2: The stone spindle gives me +5 Faith at the cost of sacrificing half my life, and a well-done spell costs 2 points of Faith, is there a way to increase the Faith meter or is this something that just restores itself? Like life in Uncharted
3: Will you buy me a drink? I can pay you back later

-After asking her basic questions to the president, Rena turns to look at Katsumi-

Shall we go together? I have no idea where to go, I'm not good at making decisions when there are multiple options, so I could follow you, wait, let me ask you again.

-Rena closes her eyes, concentrating, imagining the scenario, a gloomy cemetery with fog, surrounded by a forest, where the giant skeleton of what was once a god can be seen in the background-

IN GAME

Rena: Samanta Salem awakens in her coffin, surrounded by the stench of death, or in the case of those present, the stench of unlife, she notices her belongings are beside her, she picks up her staff and her bone stone, the latter she puts in her bag, she wouldn't use it yet.
Although she has returned to a plane close to life, her sight has not, but guided by knowledge, she recognizes that she is not alone.

Samanta: Identify yourselves, lost sheep on the path of suffering souls, we rise once more for a whim, we share nothing more than the fate of death and being gathered here, I do not demand your company, our paths are something we choose ourselves, but it is well known that unity is strength, but I will understand if you prefer to go alone than in bad company, solitary is the path of wandering souls.

May DORVUS bless you with the wisdom you will gather on this journey...

Rena: Then Samanta gets out of the coffin, taps the ground with her staff, she can see the terrain in 3D in her head, then her staff hits something, something big, she thinks it's a statue, her senses must still be sharpening after waking up, upon placing her hand on the cold armor she discovers it is a knight

Samanta: Honorable Warrior, fighter of a thousand battles, I hope not to be a bother, guided by my curiosity, I ask which path you wish to take and if you don't mind company.

Rena: so, will you accompany me? -she asked with a hopeful tone in her voice-

Rena: anyway, the invitation is for everyone, that's why I read it aloud, if anyone wants to join we will form a group to advance, although I should see their character sheets first, since I only read Katsumi's

>>10976
It's more likely she'll react like this:
https://youtu.be/jrjaVAfm7Jc?si=cUDNaoIvuo9MOPwN▾and pull out a pack of gum from her shell

>>10974
>>10975
>Kinoko was utterly moved, reduced to an unbroken sea of tears after witnessing such a masterclass on the essence of roleplaying. The president's sobs echoed through every corner of the classroom as she wiped her face with her uniform sleeves, overwhelmed by a pure and uncontrollable emotion. She kept her gaze fixed on Bonita-chan, shaking her head between dramatic gasps and gushing tears that fell like genuine waterfalls.

Kinoko: No... no, please, never stop! I'd rather have my own tongue ripped out than stop hearing the wisdom flowing from your lips, Bonita-chan! I swear it by the dice! I haven't cried this heart-wrenchingly since that legendary session last year with the club's former members! That marathon game lasted three entire days without pause and left me completely shattered inside, my mental health in pieces! But today... today I cry again because I can feel my heart beating with incredible strength. I can feel how the SOUL of true roleplaying shines flawlessly and purely in every single word you speak!

>Overwhelmed by gratitude, the president began making exaggerated bows one after another, bending her back at a ninety-degree angle while repeating her thanks in an almost euphoric manner. Her round glasses slid down the bridge of her nose from sweat and tears, but she didn't seem to care at all.

Kinoko: Thank you so much! Truly, thank you so very much for deciding to join this humble roleplaying club! If, at any point in the future, a wave of natural inspiration hits you, a revelation as brilliant as the one you've just delivered before us all, then please, I beg you: take a sheet of paper and write down every single thought. And if you're willing, hand it to me so I can turn your words into a stellar chapter. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow or next week, but when that burning love and overflowing passion knock on your door again, don't hesitate for a second—write it down. I'll be waiting for you with open arms and tremendous anticipation!

>She didn't want to force anything at all. She didn't intend to impose tasks or rigid commitments; she simply wished for the chance to read or hear her reflections, to once again experience that pure feeling, that renewed devotion to storytelling and the deeply artistic world surrounding roleplaying. As she spoke those words with an almost sacred devotion, she gave Bonita-chan several pats on the shoulder. They weren't hard or aggressive hits, but carried enough firmness to convey all the passion and positive energy burning within the black-haired girl's chest.

>Meanwhile, Hisao remained to the side, nodding his head countless times without uttering a single sound toward Bonita-chan. A huge lump had formed in his throat, preventing him from speaking after everything he'd just heard. With moist eyes and held breath, the black-haired boy glanced sideways at the silver-haired girl and quickly raised his thumb, attempting to convey a silent gesture of approval. Then, he turned on his heel to take his seat before the session officially began.

>He had barely taken a single step when Hisao froze in place. He stood completely still, his gaze fixed on the floor tiles. Finally, gathering unusual courage, he dared to break the silence. His words had nothing to do with formally thanking her for Bonita-chan's defense, nor with promising to improve as a player or become a great team at the table. The small boy, keeping his back turned to her, uttered an extremely simple phrase.

Hisao: I like to write...
>The boy paused briefly to take a breath. Bonita-chan couldn't see his face at that moment, only the silhouette of his hunched back and the gentle movement of his uniform. However, Hisao's tone of voice changed drastically: it no longer sounded paralyzed by nerves or trembling with panic. His voice sounded infinitely more serious, honest, transparent, and open.

Hisao: I've liked writing since I was a very young child... More than anything, I liked inventing short stories, fables with animals, and little poems. The truth is, I don't know anything about role-playing games, nor do I know how to write complex stories with elegant terms. I've never been interested in reading a real literature book or philosophy. The most complex thing I've ever read in my life is The Little Prince... and having read it makes me feel immensely happy. I really like it a lot. Writing is the only thing that truly makes me happy... that's why I decided to gather my courage and come join this club. I thought maybe here I could write with complete confidence, with the distant hope of finding someone who liked what came out of my mind. I was only looking for that... that someone could enjoy my little stories and tales. That someone could feel a little joy when reading what I write and that they could perceive that little piece of my soul that I always leave in every line. I'm not ashamed to show my stories to others... the truth is, I just don't like bothering anyone. I don't like being a burden or a nuisance to people... but I'm truly very happy to have found someone who can understand what's behind my writing.

>He continued speaking with a fluency he had never shown since entering the classroom. The warmth in his words reflected a deeply innocent, tender, resilient, and moving personality.
Hisao: I'm going to keep writing... In fact, right now I'm going to write a short story to put on the club's bulletin board while the session starts, so... you can read it if you're curious. I don't want to force you to read my stuff or pretend you have to like it, don't worry. Only if you want to... you can read it and enjoy it for a moment. Just with that I would feel like I did something truly worthwhile.

>The dark-haired boy fell silent for a moment and thanked her again, but this time with genuine confidence and real gratitude that came straight from the bottom of his heart. At that moment, Hisao finally turned completely to face Bonita-chan.

>As she turned around, the silver-haired girl could see the boy's impeccable expression. Hisao held one hand raised near his chin, his fingers slightly bent in a shy pose as he scratched the lower part of his nose. His large dark eyes shone with a mixture of absolute innocence and purity, looking to the side to avoid direct eye contact. A burning and extremely marked blush covered his cheeks and nose, extending to the bandages on his face. His eyebrows were slightly arched upwards and his lips formed a small, silly, heated curve, an honest smile of genuine happiness that he couldn't contain in any way.

Hisao: Cajaman will hug your cotton penitent a lot... I promise.

>Without waiting for a single word of response from Bonita-chan and feeling his face burn at extreme temperatures, Hisao turned around at full speed and awkwardly ran off to find a seat to wait for the official start of the game. The bandaged boy decided to sit in a place quite far from Lebedeve; he didn't do it for any negative reason or resentment, but because he felt tremendous pity sitting next to pretty girls, and even more so if it was a pretty girl who had just said such profound words that made his heart beat a thousand miles an hour, not out of the usual terror, but out of warm and absolute happiness.

>>10969
>>10977

Katsumi: I-It's just not that simple to treat constipation, you know? The last time I had a bad attack... I broke a toilet in half with my strength. And it was one of those expensive smart ones, so my dad scolded me a lot.

>The giant sighed deeply and looked at Rena for a few seconds. She perfectly heard everything the girl said about her autism and depression, but she preferred not to comment on it. It wasn't out of insensitivity; the truth was that Katsumi didn't feel emotionally capable enough to address such delicate topics. She could barely deal with her own daily insecurities and dilemmas, let alone try to carry others' problems.

Katsumi: Look... I have my thermos with plain water, but it's half full. I can give it to you if you want to drink some... of course, if you're not grossed out by my saliva.

>She took the thermos out of the side pocket of her backpack and gently placed it within Rena's reach. Then, she observed the pills the girl was offering her. Katsumi frowned slightly, looking at the medication with clear distrust, as if doubting the effects of that substance.

Katsumi: Ah... d-don't be offended, really, but I prefer to refuse the pills. I like to feel good naturally, without depending on something artificial... Just like President Kinoko, I think life isn't exactly beautiful, but well, we're alive now and there's nothing else to do but fight to achieve the best possible life. But I prefer to do it by my own means, maybe with the support of the people I love, but without medicine. Besides, self-medicating is super dangerous.

>She scratched the back of her neck sheepishly, letting out a short laugh before hearing Rena's story about her family. Her face went through a rollercoaster of emotions: first, she put on an expression of pure shock upon learning that Rena's mom got pregnant at fifteen; then she gave an extremely awkward smile when she heard that the father kept cheating on his mother; and finally, she looked at Rena with a face of pity and affliction upon learning that, due to a confusion of names by her father, her sister ended up living in Kyoto while Rena ended up in Kamome. Despite feeling deep sadness and shock at Rena's family background, she preferred to keep it to herself and focus her attention on the photograph they showed her.

Katsumi: Wow! Your mom is really beautiful... Now I perfectly understand who you inherited that beauty from. Although, it seems only your sister inherited her skin tone, but she also looks very cute... I don't have any photos of my mom

>However, upon hearing that Rena's mother had knocked out a thief with her fists, Katsumi swallowed.

Katsumi: By the way... my laugh is ugly! And... hey, is it true what they say about them selling tacos made with dog meat there? I saw that rumor on an iceberg of curious facts about Mexico.
>Suddenly, the giantess was hit by another fit of laughter, clutching her stomach as she corrected the girl between guffaws.

Katsumi: Pfft! Haha, haha! Rena, you're getting it so wrong! Pirates of the Caribbean is a Disney movie franchise, not an actual baseball team!

>After catching her breath, she sighed and looked out the clubroom window.

Katsumi: But yeah... Osaka's become quite a complicated place to live. So many immigrants have been arriving lately. Not that I hate foreigners or anything—far from it—but things aren't like the rest of Japan anymore... They're literally building a mosque super close to my house! But anyway... we should go to Tokyo together someday. I have cousins there; if you use my mom's surname, there probably won't be any issues.

>She clasped her hands together with genuine delight.

Katsumi: I bet your mom and my dad would get along wonderfully! But seriously, I'm begging you, please—no violence! I literally feel nauseous when I see people hitting each other... It makes me feel awful.

>She glanced toward the club's main table and smiled peacefully.

Katsumi: I don't think the president will reject your ideas. She's happy to have so many members this year. Last year, I remember there were only seven members, and out of all of them, only Ichinose-san remained...

>Upon hearing Rena's comment about the minions, Katsumi's smile grew even sweeter.

Katsumi: Well, I still absolutely love minions because I'm fascinated by small, cute, and adorable things... just like you!

>With an affectionate gesture, she gently patted Rena's head with her enormous hands, each one exactly the size of a professional catcher's mitt.

>At that very moment, without warning, Rena stretched out her hands and began openly groping the giantess's breasts. Katsumi froze in place. Her face instantly flushed a scorching crimson, and she nearly let out a shriek of sheer embarrassment. However, before she could react, Rena unleashed a verbal "smokescreen," showering her with a rapid barrage of sweet words and compliments. Completely disarmed, Katsumi didn't know what to do or say, left paralyzed as she allowed the girl to grope her chest.

Katsumi: "T-Thank you so much... Rena-chan..."

>She bit her lower lip, immersed in a mix of shock and shyness. Despite Katsumi's sturdy, athletic build, her breasts were notably plump, large, and full; they possessed the perfect proportion of firmness and natural fat for a large-scale athletic body, resulting in a pair of exaggeratedly soft, squishy, and warm attributes to the touch.
>When Rena finally withdrew her hands, Katsumi whispered "angel" to her. Rena seemed to undergo an operating system reboot in her mind for a few seconds, then immediately lunged forward, hugged the giant, and buried her face directly into the warmth of Katsumi's chest. The amazon, sensing no ill intent, simply stroked her hair with those gigantic trucker hands.

>The sharp clap of Kinoko's hand against the table echoed in the room, making Rena react like a spring and start shouting praises to Katsumi at the top of her lungs. The entire club fell into a deathly silence, listening to every word. President Kinoko's face showed absolute surprise; she hadn't expected such an outburst, but with feline reflexes, she pulled out her camera and took an instant photo of the moment.

>Katsumi was completely shattered by embarrassment. Not only did her face look like a boiled tomato; the tide of blush violently spread across her neck, chest, and ears. She covered her face with both hands, unable to return to normal as easily as Rena. With her heart pounding a mile a minute against her ribs, the giant just wished the earth would swallow her whole right then and there.

>Around her, reactions were swift. Kuma was biting his clenched fist with blatant envy. Yowai watched them with a mischievous and mocking smile, as if silently singing that they loved each other, kissed, and shared gum. The rest of the club members simply observed the scene with a pure and unadulterated mix of impression and absolute surprise.

>...

>She cleared her throat with a theatrical rasp, recomposing her posture to adopt a more sober and professional voice, worthy of a true Game Master.

Kinoko: Alright, answering your technical questions about the character sheet... Every 2 points of Intelligence grant you a +1 to magic damage, and 2 points of Faith are equivalent to a +5 to accuracy on your spell rolls. Something similar happens with physical stats: 2 points of Strength give you +1 to physical damage and 2 points of Willpower add +5 to accuracy. In the specific case of your Stone Scholar sheet, you currently have a +2 on your d20 for damage calculation and a +10 on your d50 for accuracy rolls. Always remember that distinction: the d20 determines the impact's power and the d50 its aim.

>She adjusted her glasses with her fingertip.

Kinoko: A crucial detail: Faith points are automatically restored at the start of each combat, but health is not. This isn't Uncharted where you hide behind cover and magically heal. That's why I recommend reserving the Stone Bone only for extreme life-or-death situations. Otherwise, your stone staff works perfectly for melee combat, and you won't waste your spells.
>Right after, Kinoko reached into her backpack and pulled out a bottle of Squirt grapefruit soda, placing it on the table in front of the girl. However, before letting go, the president gave an extremely smug and flirtatious smile, leaning in with a tone laden with innuendo.

Kinoko: Here’s this soda for you… ALTHOUGH… I don’t know if you’d rather try Katsumi’s SQUIRT…

>She brazenly pointed at the giantess’s thermos, making a clear and perverted allusion to the amazon’s orgasmic fluid. Upon hearing the president’s joke, Katsumi perfectly understood the gag and covered her face with both hands again.

>Katsumi tried to compose her voice to say something, but she preferred to remain silent upon observing what Rena was trying to do. The giant girl took a breath, closed her eyes for a moment, and upon reopening them, she modulated her voice to begin roleplaying. Surprisingly, she produced an incredibly masculine, deep, and grave voice, similar to that of a tough guy from Japanese action movies of the Showa era. Katsumi began narrating her turn, trying her best to sound like a professional roleplayer.

Katsumi: The stone floor of the tomb cracks with a dry roar. From among the remains of a forgotten sarcophagus, the figure of Thorgar of Skellgard rises. The first thing the horned knight does is deliver a devastating blow with his enormous warhammer against his own tombstone, reducing it to rubble out of sheer frustration caused by the bitter memories of his past… As he turns, his eyes fix on the little witch who calls herself Samanta.

>She gave a soft tap on the table to simulate the warrior’s steps.

Katsumi: Thorgar regards the creature with suspicion. The horned knight was an extremely proud, stubborn, and hard-headed man; a fierce warrior who saw no reward in the company of other reanimated corpses… Therefore, he approaches you and confronts you despite being four times your height. He is not rude to the little witch, but he is terribly proud.

>She slightly changed her tone to interpret her character’s direct voice.

Katsumi: Why the hell should I be accompanied by a brat like you? I have defeated entire armies and fearsome conquerors with the power of my hammer… If I set my mind to it, I could march solo to the capital without breaking a sweat. My combat intuition tells me the most sensible option would be to delve into the catacombs… but in life, I heard rumors that the cemetery tower guards the treasures of old fallen heroes, so we could investigate there for something useful… But tell me, little witch: give me one single valid reason to accept your company. If you manage to convince me, I will not hesitate to follow you to the very ends of the earth.

>Suddenly, Katsumi’s male voice broke into a fit of dry coughs.

Katsumi: A-Aych… Cough, cough! Sorry… my throat hurts a lot from speaking so deep…

What AI do you use for your images, little player?

>>10971
>The sunset sun dyed the sky over Kamome High School a dense, bloody orange, casting endless shadows over the outer corridors and the lush campus gardens. The silence in the place was absolute, dense, and almost oppressive; the tide of students had receded hours ago, leaving behind an eerily empty labyrinth of concrete and glass. That acceptance letter for the teaching position, which had seemed so hopeful a couple of days ago, now felt like a bureaucratic trap in the midst of an imposing and unknown territory. Looking for the teachers' lounge or the principal's office had become an odyssey where every corner led to another deserted expanse.

The school map >>10939 and Kamome's hierarchy >>10412

>After several wrong turns, the path opened into a central plaza presided over by an imposing stone figure. Before the eyes of any visitor stood the statue of Ragyo Nishinomiya, a female figure with majestic gestures and stylized wings carved from rock, whose hair stood out with a multicolored engraving that caught the last rays of light. At the monument's feet, a golden plaque gleamed with a pompous inscription: "Ragyo Nishinomiya, CEO of REVOC Inc. and founder of the respectable Kamome High School," flaunting the private funding and technology that supported the walls of that institution.

>However, the real point of interest was not the majestic sculpture, but the small human gathering taking place right under its shadow.

>Three figures wearing formal teacher attire shared a single cigarette in a slow, somber rotation. The scene conveyed a mixture of desperate camaraderie and shared misery, revealing in an almost comical way that the salary at Kamome wasn't enough for each teacher to have their own pack. They smoked, passing the cigarette with resigned familiarity, absorbed in their own conversation, unaware that someone was nearby listening to their every word.

>One of them was Hidetoshi Ishii, a young man with black hair tied in an elegant ponytail and a melancholic gaze. Beside him was Hiiragi Kotono, a woman with black hair tied up, red-rimmed glasses, and a rigid posture that projected an aura of bitter severity. The last member of the group was Verity Hightower, a striking blonde woman with a cowboy hat that contrasted with the group's somber tone thanks to a wide smile and an overflowing energy that bordered on the exaggerated.
Hiiragi: I still say that Teacher Yui's situation wasn't a suicide. It's absurd. We all know perfectly well that those thugs from the Gurentai gang were involved.

Verity Hightower: Oh, come on, Hiiragi... Yui was an excellent teacher, but she had too much heart for this crazy place. Although... I must admit I share your suspicion.

>Verity exclaimed the above, adjusting her hat before taking a deep drag from the shared cigarette and exhaling the smoke with a dramatic sigh.

Hiiragi: She was too good a person. And too close to a certain colleague here present...

>Hiiragi shot a sideways glance at Ishii, who remained silent, staring intently at the tobacco's embers.

Ishii: Don't start that again. We were just colleagues. Stop inventing romances where there was only professional respect.

Hiiragi: Whatever you say, Ishii. The point is, this high school is going downhill. Every day the students are more out of control. One of these days, those riff-raff are going to rebel completely and slit our throats in the middle of the hallway. I should have gotten a job at a normal private school.

Verity: Good luck with that, dear. Where would you go? None of us have a clean record or the connections to get out of this hole. We're tied to this divine punishment for life. Being a teacher is the most thankless profession in the universe.

Ishii: Eventually, all the garbage accumulated in Kamome is going to explode... and we're going to go down with the building.

>Verity took the cigarette one last time, letting out a relaxed chuckle as she handed the filter back to Ishii.

Verity: Anyway, thanks a lot for sharing the tobacco, Ishii. This is the only thing that calms my nerves until I get paid and can buy my... supplies.

Hiiragi: You're part of the problem, Verity. You feed the Mikkoku-kai gang by buying substances from them. It's pathetic.

Verity: Hey! No judgment! I can't teach or be a functional human being without my daily dose of relief. If I don't get high, the traumas from the divine war come back to my head and I start screaming in the middle of the history exam.

Ishii: Shh... Both of you, shut up.

>Ishii stopped mid-inhale. As he rounded the statue, his gaze locked directly with the presence of the newcomer. The teacher flinched slightly, letting out a small puff of smoke in surprise.

Ishii: Wait a minute... Aren't you Kumiko Oumae? Jason's wife L-
>The impact of that question didn't last a second in the air. With lightning speed and the violence of a spring, Hiiragi delivered a brutal elbow strike directly to Ishii's ribs. The blow resonated in the young man's stomach, causing him to double over with a choked groan.

Hiiragi: Shut your mouth, you insensitive idiot!

>Hiiragi adjusted her glasses coldly as she looked at the newcomer with a serious but polite expression.

Hiiragi: Miss Kumiko Prime. Please excuse my colleague, his manners were left behind on the morning shift. We were notified that a new teacher would be coming to reinforce the staff, although they didn't specify the exact time. Welcome to Kamome High School. I hope you can be comfortable here... and free from everything you left behind.

Verity: Welcome to hell, buddy! It's a pleasure to meet you, sweetheart.

>Ishii slowly recovered, rubbing the hit area with his face contorted in pain, but maintaining his calm composure once he managed to stand up.

Ishii: Sorry... Welcome, Miss Prime.

>Observing him up close, Ishii's presence exuded a strangely familiar aura. He had that sober, attentive, and protective air that Kumiko's husband once had in his younger years; those distant days when they swore eternal love and fantasized about having a family so large they could form an entire soccer team. Memories of promises that time and circumstances eventually broke.

>Ishii stepped forward kindly, showing genuine concern.

Ishii: You seem a bit disoriented. Do you need help finding anything? The campus is huge and at this hour it's easy to get lost... My name is Ishii, the one with glasses is Hiiragi, and the foreigner is Verity.

Verity: Foreigner your mother!!!

>While Ishii spoke impeccably and respectfully, Hiiragi and Verity subtly leaned towards each other behind his back, exchanging muffled whispers and knowing glances, acting as if they had already deduced ill intentions in the teacher's kindness.

>Before the conversation could progress, the echo of firm, heavy footsteps resounded on the pavement.

Teresa: Can you explain what the hell you're still doing here?!

>The voice was harsh, authoritarian, and dominant. It belonged to the vice-principal, Teresa Del Toro, a woman with dark skin, a military haircut, and a stern facial expression that seemed carved in granite. Her mere presence lowered the temperature of the place by several degrees.
Verity: Oh, nothing, vice principal... We were just watching Ishii try to hit on the new married teacher.

Ishii: Shut your mouth, Verity!

Hiiragi: Ms. Prime just arrived at the institution, vice principal. She was lost looking for directions.

>Teresa Del Toro raised an eyebrow, fixing an intimidating gaze on the group.

Teresa: You're late. The principal's office is closed for the day. The principal is currently "talking" behind closed doors with last year's top student, so he won't see anyone else. Ms. Prime, report tomorrow first thing to sign your paperwork and start your assigned classes without fail.

>The vice principal didn't wait for a response and adjusted her jacket with a sharp movement.

Teresa: The rest of you, clear the area immediately. I have an urgent and confidential meeting with the disciplinary committee. Go home or to your assigned clubs. Now.

>Without giving them a chance to reply, the woman turned and walked away with a firm step towards the main building.

>Ishii dropped the cigarette butt on the ground and put it out with the sole of his shoe. Then, he looked at Kumiko with a friendly smile, completely oblivious to the mocking glances his two colleagues were throwing at his back.

Ishii: Well, it looks like the paperwork will have to wait until tomorrow. If you'd like, I can give you a ride home in my car, I have it parked very close by. It's getting late and the area gets a bit dangerous at night... We could also go for a drink, I mean, since we'll be colleagues.

Verity: I'm in!

Hiiragi: I should go to my club but screw it, I'm in if Ms. Prime is in.

Ishii: I'll invite the other teachers then. What do you say, Kumiso-san?

>Ishii's offer hung in the air. However, amidst the exhaustion and the dimming sunset, a memory flashed through Kumiko's mind: the strident words, the extravagant flyer, and the overflowing energy of Kinoko Ichinose, the hyperactive president of the Absolute Role-Playing Club for Metaverse Transcendence. You remembered the location the girl had mentioned with such fervor: the abandoned room right behind the gym. You recall running into that peculiar girl with bottle-bottom glasses the day you arrived at Kamome for the job interview, which you coincidentally had with the vice principal because the principal was also busy "talking" with, precisely, Professor Yui, the one who took her own life...

>Ishii's car for a drink, go home and rest, or the strange role-playing club hideout behind the gym.

>>10956
<You gave me an idea for a Rambo or Solid Snake type character, but with magical artifacts.

“Maybe it can be done in a future roleplay.”

>I laugh looking at the president, already planning my next moves.

She watches the video up close, which makes her jump out of her chair impressed.

“N-No way, they almost killed each other, i-it's the most epic fight I've ever seen, Do you want us to do something like them? Maybe I won't achieve it, they look like experts.”

<I think it will be the best way to start, I need a suit, and a wand, when I get home I'll look for fabric and metal.

“It will be an honor to have you, now it's time to roleplay”

>She says, pulling out her impressive character sheet and running towards the table.

>>10957
>Bibi lets herself be massaged and almost falls to the ground in pleasure as all the tension in her small body disappears, not because of her breasts, because she was flatter than an airstrip, but because she was incredibly powerful, and due to massive stress.

“Miracles…”

>>10961
<You are the type of erudite roleplayer who prefers to consume three-hour videos about the hidden history of a world rather than touch the controller.

“It seems like you know us very well Senpai, I'm embarrassed to admit it, but it's true, I know all the lore of Deltarune but I've never played it.”

>She laughs, blushing. Although Kinoko called her sick, it was a tremendous blow to her pride. She couldn't respond out of shame for having to tell the truth.

<I no longer hear your prayers!

>Her chest, which had been inflated, quickly deflated and she fell to her knees in the most anime-like fashion. Luckily, her chest was so flat that she had no trouble putting her hands in the middle.

“I… see… So she will be called Tanya Uspenskaya… And she will be the last priestess of a cult that took her in as a child because prophecies said she would be the mother of their incarnated God, but everything went terribly wrong, and now she is completely alone, and her God could not be resurrected, she has not been defiled by this world, she is pure like Artemis and Hestia.”

>The crazier the name and lore, the better, besides, it matches Hotaru's character, both are mothers who failed.

<I'm more lost than a little Chinese girl in the middle of a dense forest. This is my character. Her name is Beatrice.

“You did very well for being new, Hotaru. I spent a long time trying until I figured out how to do it. I'm sure you'll have a great time. It's one of those hobbies I thought you'd like, even if it's all very confusing. Besides, Beatrice is incredible, a character a professional would have made.”
>Cheers for Hotaru.

<What's your favorite ice cream flavor? Mine is strawberry...

>Is Hotaru-chan jealous? She looks cute, but I didn't want her to feel bad either. She likes to step on people, but not make them sad. She was a sadist, not a sociopath.

"Then I see the mural, it's good to find out everything, plus here you're sure to find out whatever's happening at school, there's everything, oh right, the ice cream, mine is..."

>Looks at Hotaru with her blue hair and laughs a little.

"Bubblegum or cookies and cream."

<Only Plutosney and Nextflix make them. What I did was turn him into a dwarf. Look!

"Are you more into dwarves? Who would have thought, I thought you'd be more into elves, but he looks great, surely he made that armor himself, he must be very strong to lift it."

…

>Laughs a little at what happened to Valdo and pats him on the back several times.

"With sweat, tears, and suffering, you'll surely manage to create a great character, you just need to give your 101% mentally, humans are great at overcoming difficulties, and you are human."

>Keeps cheering him on for a while until Kinoko calls them to sit down.

>>10966
Bibi: "Hmmmm..."

>Clears her throat and deepens it, worthy of an underworld being.

>Tanya [Speaking in character here, obviously says the actions out loud]
>I get up, confused by everything that was happening, had everything I believed in failed? Why was I dead? Since when? Before I could even compose myself, I start hearing the others get up, fearful of their actions against me, I decide to take everything I have and stand up.

Tanya: "Were we revived by necromancy? Or was it something fortuitous?"

>Before continuing, I touch the shit head and pet it.

Tanya: "Oh my great God, do you know where we are? Did someone other than me bring us back to life to continue your great calling?"

>Tanya almost falls to her knees, excited just thinking that her loving God revived her, yes, surely it was that.

>>10979
Tanya: Tower... Yes... We can't just escape from here, they would kill us in the forest, we need to find things to protect ourselves with, I agree for now, besides, going down to the catacombs of a cemetery isn't the best option... We could end up dead again."

>Bibi
>As she says this, she gets into a Zen position and starts as if praying, although in reality she's just saying random words.

>>10979
>Katsumi: I-It's just that treating constipation isn't that simple, you know? The last time I had a bad attack... I broke a toilet in half with the force. And it was one of those expensive smart ones, so my dad scolded me a lot.
....If you try to make an scatological humor joke, I give it a 6 out of 10, heh -Rena laughs lightly, it wasn't her type of humor, she barely tolerated Billy & Mandy, but Canadian cartoons went too far with fart jokes, but well, Japan isn't far behind either-
it's not my type of humor

>Katsumi: Look... I have my thermos with plain water, but it's half full. I can give it to you if you want to drink some... of course, if you're not grossed out by my saliva.
I'm not grossed out, thank you very much, I'll bring mine tomorrow, I feel like drinking mate with cookies, I'll invite you -and so Rena drank from the small thermos- thank you

>Katsumi: Ah... d-don't be offended, really, but I prefer to refuse the pills. I like to feel good naturally, without depending on something artificial... Just like President Kinoko, I think life isn't exactly beautiful, but well, we're alive here and there's nothing else to do but fight to get the best possible life. But I prefer to do it by my own means, maybe with the support of the people I love, but without medicine. Besides, self-medicating is super dangerous.
okay, I understand, and I don't self-medicate, my depression is clinical
-She shows you the prescription for the pills-
But now I'm fine, if I remember correctly, feeling happy was similar to how I feel now being able to talk about what I like and about to roleplay

>Katsumi: Wow! Your mom is really very pretty... Now I perfectly understand who you inherited that beauty from. Although, it seems only your sister inherited her skin tone, but she also looks very cute... I don't have any photos of my mom
thank you, I'll tell her you said that.... do you have a bicycle or a means of transport? or your dad? I liked you, so if you have any, give me the license plates, so they don't end up in mom's workshop... not illegally, of course
-She says while smiling and returning her thermos-
but if you do, I'll tell mom to give them a discount if you ever need a mechanic

-After eating the last lemon cookie, Rena throws the wrapper in a trash can, and then thinks about what the giant said, that she doesn't have a photo of her mom-
You probably took her face, because you don't have your dad's face
-Was that a compliment? For Rena, yes, more basic than calling her pretty, I mean, it was obvious-

>Katsumi: By the way... my laugh is ugly! And... hey, is it true what they say about selling tacos made with dog meat there? I saw that rumor on an iceberg of curious facts about Mexico.
No, that's in China, in Mexico it's donkey meat, rat meat, and if the taco lady's husband stops showing up, then it's human meat, anyway, if I ever ate human meat I wouldn't know, but I've always been curious, although if people were pastries, I would be a cannibal...
-Like a cartoon scene, Rena imagined Katsumi as food, but instead of a succulent ham or roasted chicken, she imagined her as a Christmas cookie-
About your laugh, I should hear it again, will you let me tickle you? since I'm not good at telling jokes, because the only one I know is my life....that was the joke

>Katsumi: Pfft! Ha, ha, ha! Rena, you're getting really confused! Pirates of the Caribbean is a Disney movie saga, not a real baseball team!
Ok, you laugh well, normal, heh
-Rena closed her eyes, still with a small smile on her face-
I admit my mistake, but Jack Sparrow would be a good player on any team, I don't doubt that

>Katsumi: But yes... Osaka has become a pretty complicated place to live. So many immigrants are arriving lately. It's not that I hate gaijin, not at all, but things aren't like the rest of Japan anymore... They're literally building a mosque very close to my house! But well... we should go to Tokyo together someday. I have cousins there; if you use my mom's last name, I'm sure there won't be any problems.
A mosque?
-Rena imagined a giant mosquito net-
Is that something bad? mosquitoes are bad, they are bloodsuckers, literally, like little vampires, only these can give you AIDS from another.
About immigrants, I can't blame them, since I myself am one, but I don't know how screwed up a country has to be for you to screw up another by escaping from it, it's not the immigrants' fault in itself, it would be the system that is rotten, that's how I see it, many immigrate to seek an opportunity, but with them also come the scum, those who seek that opportunity but to do evil, to commit crimes, why do you think the narcos arrived in Japan before the bomb? the yakuza was dying and losing respect, ironically by becoming more violent and less respected and now everything is fucked up, at least that's what mom taught me

>Katsumi: I bet your mom and my dad would get along wonderfully! That said... please, I'm asking you, let there be no violence! They really make me genuinely nauseous when I see people hitting each other... I feel super bad.
mmmm mom doesn't use violence if it's not necessary, but, if your father is handsome, you wouldn't see him for 3 days, mom likes to hunt men, and she always liked older ones, as she says "I'm not a girl who messes with kids, I like dilfs", although she's almost 37 years old

>Katsumi: I don't think the president will reject your ideas. She's happy to have so many members this year. Last year I remember there were only seven members, and of all of them only Ichinose-san remained.
You've been here since last year?
-Rena rests her elbow on the table and stares intently at Katsumi-
What made you join?

>Katsumi: Well, I still love the minions because I'm fascinated by small, cute, and pretty things... like you!
https://youtu.be/tnROqOCwVVY?si=KtSkPdrJ7QHbGE39▾-Rena's elbow moves unexpectedly upon hearing that, causing her to fall onto the table, hitting her chin. Luckily, she didn't bite her tongue-

Th-thanks....

>Katsumi: "Th-thank you very much... Rena-chan..."
We're even...
-Although blushing, the worst was yet to come, she was far from being even. After everything that had happened, Rena calmed down, waiting for the president to answer her question-

>Kinoko: Now, answering your technical questions about the character sheet... Every 2 points of Intelligence grant you a +1 to magic damage, and 2 points of Faith are equivalent to a +5 to accuracy on your spell rolls. Something similar happens with physical stats: 2 points of Strength give you +1 to physical damage and 2 points of Willpower add +5 to accuracy. In the specific case of your Stone Scholar sheet, you currently have a +2 on your d20 for damage calculation and a +10 on your d50 for accuracy rolls. Always remember that distinction: the d20 determines the impact's power and the d50 its aim.
I understand, I understand
-She said, writing everything down so as not to forget anything-
Thank you very much, if I have more questions I will let you know, forgive my ignorance

>Kinoko: A crucial detail: Faith points are automatically restored at the start of each combat, but health is not. This isn't Uncharted where you hide behind cover and magically heal. That's why I recommend reserving the Stone Bone only for extreme life-or-death situations. Otherwise, your stone staff works perfectly for melee combat, so you don't waste your spells.
Last resort, kamikaze attack, got it!

>Kinoko: Here's this soda for you... ALTHOUGH... I don't know if you'd actually prefer to try Katsumi's SQUIRT...
.....?
-Rena turns to look at Katsumi, confused-
Did you have soda besides your thermos, or do you have a Pokémon? ...oh the thermos, yes, so that was squirt? I thought it was water, so you already offered me some of your squirt -she said without understanding the joke-
-Rena grabs the soda and before taking a sip, thanks the president again-

IN GAME
>Katsumi: Why the hell should I be accompanied by a brat like you? I've defeated entire armies and fearsome conquerors with the power of my hammer... If I set my mind to it, I could march alone to the capital without breaking a sweat. My combat intuition tells me the most sensible option would be to delve into the catacombs... but in life, I heard rumors that the cemetery tower guards the treasures of old fallen heroes, so we could investigate there for something useful... But tell me, little witch: give me one single valid reason to accept your company. If you manage to convince me, I won't hesitate to follow you to the very ends of the earth.
-Rena takes a deep drink of her soda while Katsumi speaks, she was preparing to roleplay-

Samantha: I see that your awakening-

>Suddenly, Katsumi's male voice broke into a burst of dry coughs.
>Katsumi: A-Aych... cough, cough Sorry... my throat hurts a lot from talking so deep...

Rena: Ah... oh! -She extends her hand to pass him the bottle- here, have some of my squirt -she says innocently- you should always drink before talking

-Waiting for Katsumi to take it, Rena refocused on the roleplay-
Ahem, ahem

Samanta: I see that your awakening after lethargy is not gratifying, I'm sorry about that, but don't let bitterness cloud your judgment, after all, we have something in common, you and I, something that unites us, that we couldn't avoid death, and yet it seems that for a few moments we are escaping from it, shouldn't we take advantage of these ephemeral moments of consciousness? Call it faith. Call it will, but something keeps us standing here now, you ask me for a single reason, but I will give you 3

Rena: Samanta raised her hand showing 3 fingers, each time she named a reason she lowered one

Samanta: As I told you, I wouldn't know which path to take, you've already answered my question more or less, but but even though the great and expert knight can be guided by intuition, it never hurts to have your back watched.

second, you honestly know we have nothing better to do, our stay in the world of the living had already ended, depending on whether or not we had family, they would have already perished many moons ago, kingdoms fell, we have no place to call home, you can try to be a lone wolf, but everyone knows that wolves attack in packs

Third....

Rena: The young woman gestured for the giant warrior to crouch, the last part was something she whispered in his ear

-Rena leaned close to Katsumi's ear to whisper this last part-
Rena: hey, how about the last one is a childish promise that touches Thorgar's heart? he's a forgotten warrior, isn't he? Samanta is someone who controls rocks, she could promise him a statue in the capital, so that he would be remembered again, something that depending on how the adventure unfolds could or could not be fulfilled, but let it be a minimally justifiable reason

I mostly use Gemini, sometimes ChatGPT, if I don't get what I want I resort to Grok, but I also edit some things

>>10982
>“N-No way, they almost killed each other, i-it's the most epic fight I've ever seen, Do you want us to do something like them? Maybe I won't achieve it, they look like experts.”
I know, it was incredible, the best part is that it has a part 2, in a hospital where a boy awakens a monstrous power
https://youtu.be/QRdqcXY6jLQ?si=rcAkQp-aWgcDAFgS▾I think we should start by trying to move small things, like empty cans or bottle caps
>“It will be an honor to have you, now it's time to roleplay”

Do you want to come with us? -She says, pointing at Katsumi- or will you take an opposite path and we make this session a friendly competition to see who gets out of the cemetery first? Being friends doesn't mean we can't be rivals, if you say yes I'll introduce myself again to your character, may I see your sheet?

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Some papers that were taped to the bulletin board
https://youtu.be/XosfAzrpjWQ?si=mSCwafnTk363WEG6▾THE ROL COMIC
By: Rena
Rena's note: (Read THE in the title as DA)

-After being left alone in the club room, Rena gathered the courage to leave her comic on the mural, but something caught her attention, a paper >>10981, she carefully peeled it off to read it better, and after doing so, tears stained the paper, she couldn't hold back, she dropped the paper and left it on the table, to run to the bathroom, she didn't want anyone to see her cry.... that story broke her, it touched her soul she would cry for an hour because of that story, a beautiful story-
https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLJtog2LFX4p6BXm20ap_RYDOUHV_fLIGa&si=zLj7qR3BCm8TjTiG

>>10978
https://youtu.be/HAtWd_7ZpF8▾>I remain still as I listen to the boy attentively. This time I don't interrupt even once, and my eyes remain on him throughout his little speech, although from time to time they stray slightly to some parts of the club, to process the ideas that crossed my mind. He liked to write, maybe some simple words, but they mean quite a lot when they are so direct. People write because they like to sell books, be famous, create complex things, but then, there are people, few, who simply like the act of writing. They haven't read great libraries, they don't have a ranking of Dostoevsky's best books, fighting on internet forums, and showing off their excellent gay content convoluted grammar techniques.

>They just seek to release what they have inside, in written form. They don't seek to be read, they don't seek it to be perfect, they don't seek to become famous or sell entire book collections, they just want.... To write. I completely understood what he was referring to and in a way shared it, although I didn't say anything out loud to confirm it, my attentive face was enough.

>Yes, when he talks about not wanting to bother anyone, my expression becomes slightly more serious. Not because it bothers me, but because it seems like a strange idea to me. I don't quite understand why someone would have to apologize for doing something they like as long as they aren't forcing others to participate, but I also have difficulty understanding those things. Still, one would think after hearing him say all those things about why he wouldn't join a literature club or something similar, right? He was passionate about writing and those things, but those groups tend to be... Too elitist, to put it nicely, and they cut wings and heads to maintain an "acceptable" standard in the Reddit community.

>Then Hisao mentions the club's bulletin board/mural (which now that I think about it I have to take a look at), and that he was going to start posting his writings there. I raise my eyebrows and look him in the eyes sincerely.

"I'm going to read it."

>I remain silent for a few seconds, looking towards where the bulletin board is.

"But not because you asked me to."

"Or because I pity you, or because it would look bad, or out of pressure."

"Or because I think I should after saying the above."

>I make a small pause.

"I'm going to read it simply because I want to read it."

"I'm interested in what you write."

"And I want to know what else you have in your chest."

"....."

"..."

"So you can write whatever you want."

"I will read it carefully."

"And you don't have to worry about bothering me."

"If I didn't want to read it, I would tell you directly."

>Finally he turns to leave, saying those last words as a promise for his departure.

"Ah."

>I watch him walk away and say, speaking normally, without shouting, but if he paid some attention he could hear me.

"And Mailman can hug my penitent whenever he wants."

"I think he needs it."

>Although well, he'd get white mange.

>>10985
>>10966
<Pretty
https://youtu.be/siNKiOvc_ZI?list=RDsiNKiOvc_ZI▾Everything was dark... My limbs trembled from the constant itching and burning that plagued my skin. My bones were almost calcined, rotating among themselves in a spiral, like the roots of an old, dying tree, while my eye looked everywhere trying to find the slightest trace of light, at least to know if I was still alive. Panic was slowly taking over my mind, hyperventilating

".........................:"

Until everything stopped

I calmed down. In my mind, the memories of who I was and what I was looking for had returned, and that state of consciousness made me reconnect with reality. My trembling hands began to move the rock slab above me, letting in a thin, almost dim light into the interior where I lay, a tomb. When I managed to slowly get out after who knows how long of rest, I realized I was in a crypt, or cemetery.

Violent cough

I slowly check my coffin, grabbing my mace, which I use to support my weak body, which was trying to fall to the ground and not get up again. Then, as I raise my head, I observe my surroundings... There were more people, too many people, and this was strange. So, while scratching under the burlap, my neck, back, and arms, I look beyond the horizon.... and I see it..... God.

Or what was left of him. I had arrived at the end, after so much time, but the journey had barely begun here, so I couldn't just sit and wait for my death. With difficult steps, I begin to walk, before whoever those people are notice my presence, and eat me or something, where was I going? Into the depths of the forest. The exit wasn't there, but before going further down into the Crypt, I wanted to get a general look at the area

1d100 = 74

<Penitent Pilgrim
<HP: 130/130

>>10982
>The air in the abandoned hall became thick with a complicit silence as Bibi spoke her words. Kinoko Ichinose, the club president, adjusted her glasses with the languor of a master listening to a gifted student. Far from judging her, the hyperactive girl offered a frank and understanding smile, tilting her head with genuine respect.

Kinoko: And there is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, my dear disciple of escapism! In this sacred temple of fiction, we perfectly understand socioeconomic reality. Not all mortals have the capital or the precious hours of life to fully immerse themselves in endless games or buy every release that comes to market. Consuming the narrative through the eyes and voice of a good internet chronicler is as valid and noble a way to love a universe as playing it yourself. What matters is the passion for the story!

>Without missing a beat, Kinoko took a quick look at Bibi's character sheet, her gaze fixing on the newly written name.

Kinoko: Tanya Uspenskaya... An imposing name, with class and the right scent of arcane tragedy! Approved without any objection whatsoever.

>The president gave Bibi a firm thumbs-up before readjusting her game notes behind the plastic screen she used as a Game Master barrier.

>Hearing the sincere compliments Bibi gave her character sheet and drawing, Hotaru's face lit up again in a bright crimson tone. A sincere smile, filled with a overflowing joy she rarely showed to strangers, appeared on her lips. Clasping her small arms around the witch's waist, the blue-haired girl clung to her even tighter, seeking to convey in that hug all the affection that was difficult for her to put into words.
Hotaru: Thank you so much, Bibi-chan... I'm really glad you liked it. The truth is, most of the people in this club seem extremely weird and extravagant to me... but if you're here, I'll give them a chance. I promise I'll try to enjoy this hobby as much as I enjoy every second I spend with you, Bibi-chan.

>At that moment, Yowai was about to respond to Bibi's question about her dwarf, but the words got stuck in her throat. Hotaru, noticing the other girl's closeness, quickly cut in, raising her voice slightly to mark her territory.

Hotaru: That's right! Bibi loves bubblegum flavor, she's crazy about anything blue... and I love red!

>To cap off her little display of possessiveness, the blue-haired girl stuck her tongue out at Yowai in a childish way and decisively buried her face back into the little witch's chest. Hotaru's jealousy was as clear as water. Yowai, rather than getting annoyed, blinked slowly and let out a gentle, unhurried laugh. She found the dynamic between the two not only understandable but deeply adorable, silently admiring their singular, close "friendship."

>Meanwhile, at the other end of the table, the sound of paper violently tearing drew everyone's attention once again. Valdo had destroyed yet another sheet. The cinnamon-skinned boy scratched his hair in exasperation, staring blankly into space with wide eyes as if inspiration had escaped through the window. However, upon hearing Bibi's encouraging words, he seemed to regain some composure. He let out a long sigh, adjusted his glasses, and gave the little witch a smile full of gratitude.

Valdo: I greatly appreciate your kind words of encouragement, my lady witch. I must admit that creating a character worthy of this campaign is proving more difficult than subduing an ancient dragon in its own lair... But I swear by my honor that I will overcome this creative challenge! I won't let our group down.
>Hearing the dark-skinned guy call his friend "my lady", Hotaru poked her head out of Bibi's chest just enough to give Valdo a death glare, narrowing her red eyes with pure antipathy. The boy, completely oblivious to the venom in the blue-haired girl's gaze, dove back into his quill and papers, writing at a frantic pace. It was clear that with such an analytical block, he would miss the start of the game, or at least the first few turns.

>Without wasting any more time, the table settled down to begin the Vermis game.

>The drastic change in the witch's voice took Hotaru by surprise. The little girl jumped slightly in her seat, looking at Bibi with wide eyes and a hint of innocent fright on her face. She had never heard her speak with such gravity or so immersed in a role. Once the initial shock wore off, a deep wave of admiration washed over the blue-haired girl; Bibi's dedication and commitment to role-playing seemed simply fascinating to her.

>However, when it was time to interact, reality hit Hotaru. A small panic attack washed over her as she didn't know how to break the narrative ice. She swallowed hard, looked at her character sheet, and decided to dive headfirst into the water, starting to roleplay without beating around the bush.

Hotaru: "My character... Beatrice... the Infant Seeker... feels no fear whatsoever about being in this horrible place. Nor does she care that she woke up inside a cold tomb, nor does she question how she is still alive. The only thing occupying her mind is absolute desperation... but not for herself, but for her son! The witches stole him, took him from her arms..."

>She took a deep breath, stepping into the shoes of the tall, slender woman she had drawn, trying to convey the pain of the stripped mother.

Hotaru: "Beatrice stumbles through the gloom of the enclosure. She sees the figures around her and, with trembling hands and eyes wide with pain, approaches each of you. She grabs Tanya's and the others' clothes tightly, shaking them desperately as she pleads: 'Please! I beg you, for whatever you hold dear! Have you seen my little one? They took him! Tell me if any of you saw where the witches took him!'"

>The blue-haired girl continued to describe her heroine's actions, using a tone laden with peasant drama.

Hotaru: "Receiving no immediate answer that would restore her hope, Beatrice lets go of her companions' clothes and lunges towards the other stone tombs and sarcophagi that still remain closed in the crypt. She begins to scratch at the stone lids, desperately searching for any crack, any inscription, or any abandoned clue that might serve as a lead to find her lost baby's whereabouts..."

>Carried away by the impulse of the moment and the nervousness of a novice, Hotaru grabbed a couple of dice from the table and rolled them directly onto the board. The plastic cubes rolled with a dry sound before stopping.

>From the other side of the table, Kinoko Ichinose stared at her with a look of absolute bewilderment, as if silently wondering: "What is she doing rolling the dice now if I haven't even asked for an investigation or strength roll?!" The president opened her mouth to correct her, but quickly restrained herself. As a good experienced Game Master, she knew that cutting off the fluid inspiration and momentum of a first-time player was a cardinal sin. She smiled with a hint of mischief in the dim light of the club and let the dice dictate the path, allowing the roleplay to flow freely according to her players' choices.

1d100 = 65

>>10983
>>10984
>She immediately blushed upon hearing Rena's words inviting her to "take a sip of her Squirt." A pained and shy grimace crossed her face, turning her ears and cheeks a bright red. However, to clear her throat and continue playing her role with due dignity, she picked up the grapefruit soda bottle and took a small sip. She swallowed, closed her eyes for a second to compose herself, and resumed that deep, gravelly, masculine voice, immersing herself fully in the role-playing game.

Katsumi: Thorgar grips the treated wooden handle of his warhammer tightly, making his leather gloves creak... His gaze fixed on the little witch reflects not anger, but an ancient weariness.

>She once again adopted the peculiar Iberian accent that was so difficult for her to maintain, trying her best to sound fluid and dramatic like a true experienced role-player.

Katsumi: It is not bitterness that clouds my judgment, little Samantha... but distrust— bellows the horned knight with a cavernous voice that seems to come from the depths of his withered lungs. —When the people you swore to protect with your own life, those to whom you gave your best years and your blood on the battlefield, turn their backs on you and let your name rot in oblivion... it is natural to stop trusting the lineage of mortals.—

>She explained that Thorgar was listening intently to every word the little witch said. Although his face remained completely hidden under the iron visor of his helmet decorated with deer antlers, the way he tilted his head assured Samanta that, at least, the ancient champion was paying absolute attention to her speech.

Katsumi: I have never needed anyone to watch my back— the undead continued, raising his chin with pride. —In life, I was the one who held the shield to cover others, and there was never a single soul who deigned to watch over mine. I didn't need it in the past, and I don't need it in this pathetic reanimated existence. I have no intention of being betrayed a second time.—
>He made a brief pause, scratching his chin to simulate the warrior's doubt before sighing heavily through his helmet.

Katsumi: "However... I must reluctantly admit that your words hold a certain logic—" grumbles the metal giant. "Wolves hunt and survive in packs, that's true... but for a pack to function, there must be unity and trust among its members, and I don't know any of these living corpses that have awakened beside us—"

>With a sudden, theatrical movement, Katsumi raised his arm and gestured with the head of his enormous imaginary hammer towards all the other players at the table >>10986 >>10982. Just then, another of the women >>10982 in the group expressed her agreement with the idea of heading towards the cemetery tower instead of wandering blindly.

Katsumi: "Thorgar slowly turns his head towards her, observing her carefully from head to toe with a critical gaze... 'Are you the priestess of some forgotten god?' he asks skeptically. 'Venturing into the thicket of the forest blindly is a true suicide. I know the geography of these frozen lands well, and crossing that grove on foot would take us countless moons. If we truly intend to arrive anywhere alive, we need to find a shortcut immediately—'"

>At that moment, Katsumi noticed the subtle gesture the little witch Samantha made to get his attention. The enormous horned knight bent one of his armored knees, resting the metal plate on the tomb's floor to lower his stature and bring his helmet closer to the girl's face, listening intently to the murmur she whispered in his ear.

>Outside the narration, Rena asked a technical and theoretical question about the character's motivations and the proposal to erect a statue in his honor. Katsumi, without fully realizing it, answered the question maintaining that overwhelmingly masculine and deep voice, sounding for a moment exactly like the Italian stallion. Upon realizing how he sounded, Katsumi's eyes widened, he covered his mouth, and quickly cleared his throat, returning to his usual sweet, feminine tone.
Katsumi: A-Ah! Sorry, I forgot to switch back to my female voice... A-Anyway, responding to what you're saying, Rena-chan: it's an excellent idea for the story. Although, beyond wanting a huge statue for strangers to admire, Thorgar really wants to be remembered by the people he loves and protects, not by a bunch of strangers. He'd accept Samantha's offer because it's an extremely kind and childish gesture, but deep down the knight seeks much more personal and sincere recognition.

>She smiled warmly after giving that explanation and took another generous sip from the Squirt bottle Rena had shared with her, not caring at all about sharing saliva with her new friend. Setting the bottle down on the table, the giant took advantage of the lull in the game to address several topics that had been left unsaid during their previous chat.

Katsumi: By the way, Rena... I'm so glad to hear you're feeling so happy today. I swear I haven't felt this happy and calm in a very long time either... Oh, about the cars we were talking about earlier, I don't have my own car, but my dad has a huge blue Toyota Mega Cruiser. He sometimes lends it to me, though very, very occasionally because he's super stingy with his stuff. We mostly use it to go to Hakotsukuri beach together once a month. My dad is extremely protective of his truck, but I'm sure if he talked to your mom, they could reach an agreement. Let me give you his license plate just in case...

>She pulled out a notebook and wrote down a combination of characters.

Katsumi: Look, the plate is 和泉 100 さ 45-89... I wish I were as pretty as my mom. Everyone always tells me I look too much like my dad, both in height and in roughness...

>Out of nowhere, Katsumi tilted her head and asked with the purest innocence in the world.

Katsumi: Hey, Rena-chan... isn't it in Argentina where people usually eat donkey meat? I think I read it on a forum the other day... Oh! And about the tickling, you could try tickling me later, but I highly doubt it would work. You have such small, cute hands that I'm sure it wouldn't tickle me at all. Besides, I insist that my laugh is totally ugly and weird, it's nothing special.
>She preferred not to delve too deeply into the topic of migration in Osaka. Inside, she felt a huge annoyance when she heard Muslim religious chants blaring from loudspeakers at seven in the morning near her neighborhood, but she preferred to keep it all to herself. She was terrified that if she complained about it out loud, people would immediately label her as a supporter of the Sanseitō political party or consider her a xenophobic and prejudiced person, which was totally contrary to her nature.

Katsumi: Anyway... your mom sounds like an extremely intelligent and strong woman. Although... WHAT DO YOU MEAN HUNTING OLDER MEN?!

>She jumped slightly in her chair, her eyes wide with genuine consternation and innocence.

Katsumi: I hope your mom isn't going to threaten my dad with a shotgun just because it's "hunting season for older men"! Please tell her not to eat him or do anything bad to him... Look, I have a picture of him here.

>She quickly searched her mobile phone and showed Rena the screen, where she could see a picture of her dad, then one of her car, and finally one of the beach they often went to together.

Katsumi: He's already quite old, 51, but he keeps himself in good shape thanks to sports, now he trains Aikido and Karate to keep himself from getting bored. Even though he's stubborn and scolds me for everything, I love him very much... so please ask your mom not to hunt him! Or at least be nice to him!

>She chuckles, clearly just joking, she knows what she means but wants to play around with Rena a bit.

Katsumi: And answering your other question... yes, I've been studying here at Kamome High School for a whole year now. The truth is, there's no great origin story or dramatic reason behind why I enrolled here. I just live relatively close to the school compared to other high schools in the area, so it was super convenient for me to walk. It was pure convenience due to proximity to my house and little else... Oh, in case we go to the tower.

>She throws her zocchiedro to investigate the tower if they agree to go there first.

1d100 = 79

Approaching the board with a notepad in hand, the fat man glances at what's written on it, then posts papers with his opinions and comments.

>>10949

What is it to be a whore?

Throughout the film, this question is posed to us, along with multiple explanations about what it means to be a whore.
At first, we're shown the whore as a figure of power. Kyoko is someone successful, libidinous, charismatic, and independent.
I must emphasize "independent," since the film itself deals with this theme. There's a difference between "lonely" and "independent." Being lonely equals being abandoned; lonely people desire contact, demonstrating their inability to live on their own. In contrast, independent people are the antithesis of these. The independent can live atop solitude without needing anyone else. They don't need validation, they don't need company, and they don't care what others think.

All these traits are things one desires and idolizes. Seeing someone like that, the inferior woman thinks, I want to be like "her"—an idea we follow through Noriko. The assistant, who idolizes Kyoko as an almost divine figure, worthy of worship.
Before this "Goddess," self-humiliation is a minor evil in exchange for a taste of her greatness. She even offers her blood as sacrifice, like the inferior whore she is. Except Noriko isn't even worthy of reaching the status of "inferior whore." She's a bitch, someone stripped of her human rank due to her lack of independence and her desire to be someone else.

However, all these elements are reversed once we're shown the truth behind the scenes. Kyoko is none of this. She's just a novice actress constantly abused by the other actors and directors. She's a "vessel," a container whose interior exists only to have things inserted—be they penises or papers—and that is what makes her a whore. That weakness, that lack of power, that "loneliness" drives her to degrade herself in exchange for the slightest approval. She becomes a product, selling not only her body but also her autonomy, all in the vague hope that one day she might become "independent."
None of these definitions really show why Kyoko is a whore. Whether it's fantasy or reality, both views seem vomit-inducing to her. The film itself encapsulates this concept well with the line 'There is no urine, no feces, only vomit.' Why vomit? Because it has no value. Urine and feces are produced by extracting everything necessary from what's ingested; vomit, on the other hand, is just rejection. The body doesn't want it and expels it violently to avoid intoxication. This life, this desire to be a whore, is something she instinctively rejects yet desires. Why does she desire it?

The reason she truly wants to become a whore is because of her upbringing. Her parents tried to keep her away from anything erotic, denying her access to magazines or pornographic videos, even though they themselves consumed and enjoyed eroticism daily. They tried to deny her entry into the dirty adult world by keeping her "pure" intact. They didn't want her to engage in sinful acts, just as God didn't want Adam and Eve to eat the forbidden fruit. And in their prohibition, they only drew her closer to those immoral acts.

This type of strict upbringing where the child is kept away from all evil is deficient. Sooner or later, they will have to enter the adult world and with it, sin. A child who has tasted the forbidden fruit little by little during their growth will know how to restrain themselves better than one who was denied it. Faced with the contradiction of becoming an adult without experiencing anything of their world, the child is forced to choose between two options.

Perish to avoid contamination, or rebel to experience sin firsthand. Kyoko chooses the latter, while her sister chooses death. An event that strongly marks Kyoko's life, who in her desperation swallows the forbidden fruit in one gulp. Giving her virginity to a stranger, lying about her age to be able to act, and falling deeper and deeper into a decadent spiral where truth mixes with fantasy.
For Kyoko, being a whore is escapism, rebellion, an attempt to define who she is, to become independent and leave her loneliness behind. All these things are what truly define Kyoko as a whore.

Now tell me, Yowai... do you consider yourself a whore?

>>10942

>1. A sadistic Mexican cartel kidnaps you and presents you with the ultimate dilemma: to save your mother's or your sister's life, you must record an intimate video having sex with the one you choose and make it go viral. What do you decide?
If I had a sister, I'd choose her and convince the narcos to join in too. Nobody wants to watch a homemade porn tape with narcos just standing on the sidelines. If they're going to be in the scene, they might as well participate and use their "skills" to turn this into a snuff film with at least minimal quality.

>2. You discover the only way to inherit your pedophilic, abusive grandfather's million-dollar fortune is by agreeing to spend an entire night tied to his bed while he forces you to sodomize him. What do you do?
How am I supposed to sodomize him while I'm tied up? More likely, he'd be the one sodomizing me. Either way, I'd agree to both scenarios even without money on the line.

>3. A deadly zombie virus ravages the world, and the only known cure is extracted by boiling and drinking your own sister's vaginal fluids during her period. How do you save humanity?
Putting aside my preferences—how is that cure supposed to work? Does it prevent zombification or reverse it? Either way, way too many coincidences would have to happen for anyone to discover something like that.

>4. You're caught committing an unforgivable crime, and the judge gives you a choice: spend thirty years in a cell with cannibalistic serial rapists, or legally marry your dog and consummate the marriage right there in the courtroom. What do you choose?
I choose A and B simultaneously.

>5. At an underground, illegal orgy, you're forced to choose between unprotected sex with your biological father or with your ninety-year-old grandmother who has advanced gangrene. What do you do?
Both are already dead, but regardless—why am I being forced? I mean, I'd gladly do both, but I don't see why the others at the orgy care whether I do it. Did I lose a bet or something?
to

prevent

an

atomic

bomb

from

exploding

and

killing

millions,

you

must

strangle

your

younger

brother

with

your

bare

hands

while

looking

into

his

eyes

and

singing

him

a

lullaby.

What

do

you

decide?

According

to

what

you

say

in

answer

B,

the

bomb

will

go

off.

That

means

the

person

who's

supposed

to

drop

it

is

flying

at

such

a

high

altitude

that

I

wouldn't

even

know

what's

happening.

In

that

case,

I

have

no

way

of

knowing

if

they'll

even

keep

their

word.

Unless,

of

course,

my

supposed

brother

and

I

are

on

the

plane

with

him.

I'd

need

my

hands

free

to

strangle

my

brother,

but

if

I

can

do

that,

then

I

could

also

lunge

at

the

hijacker,

pull

down

his

pants,

and

give

him

such

a

hard

blowjob

that

he'd

be

completely

disarmed.

>7.

A

group

of

mad

scientists

offers

you

the

chance

to

become

the

stud

on

their

human

cloning

farm:

you

must

impregnate

both

your

aunt

and

your

first

cousin

simultaneously

to

create

a

superior

race

of

abominations.

How

do

you

respond?

They're

going

to

need

a

lot

more

than

just

that

small

group

if

they're

serious

about

creating

a

race.

Or

are

they

planning

to

use

cloning

once

I've

impregnated

everyone?

I

hope

they're

not

expecting

me

to

knock

them

up

every

year

to

meet

their

"unit"

quotas,

because

I

refuse

to

be

tied

down

forever

to

just

one

set

of

partners

like

that.

>8.

On

her

deathbed,

your

mother

confesses

that

your

real

father

is

your

older

brother,

and

that

your

existence

is

a

biological

mistake.

As

her

final

wish,

she

asks

you

to

sleep

with

her

one

last

time

before

she

dies.

What

do

you

do?

I

wish

my

mother

had

told

me

something

like

that...

>9.

You're

offered

a

billion

dollars,

but

the

only

condition

is

that

you

must

spend

the

rest

of

your

life

having

mandatory

daily

sex

with

a

close

relative

of

your

choice.

What

do

you

decide?

I've

said

it

before

and

I'll

say

it

again:

I'm

not

tying

myself

to

one

person

or

one

group

for

life.

>>10981

Nice

work,

Hisao,

but

don't

show

this

to

the

art

teacher.

She

doesn't

usually

like

it

when

students

stray

from

her

definition

of

"art."

>>10984

Draw

Kuma's

tits

bigger,

she'll

appreciate

it.

>>10985
>>10986
>The table was finally set and the atmosphere in the classroom transformed as the dice began to roll across the wood. Kinoko, assuming her role as Game Master with surprising skill and professional seriousness, lowered the intensity of her voice, adopting a dense, deep, and enveloping tone that immediately transported everyone to the decadent world of the game.

Kinoko: The ashen fog creeps over the rotten grass of the forgotten graveyard. The air smells of rust, dampness, and rancid flesh. Bonita-chan, your character, The Penitent Pilgrim, stands erect among the cracked tombstones. Through the gloom and the icy wind, you can observe in the distance the brief discussions and exchanges of a picturesque group of wretches: a horned knight in dented armor, a small witch surrounded by flies, a helpless mother clutching an empty bundle, and a godless prophetess whispering prayers to the void >>10984 >>10982 They all wander in their own misery! As GM, I remind you that, in this phase, all your individual actions will only take formal effect when the entire group of corpses rolls their action dice. For now, only the Penitent, the horned knight, and the searching mother have rolled their respective actions.

>Kinoko fell silent, yielding the floor to the black-haired boy. Hisao gave a small jump in his seat, adjusting the bandages on his face. Unlike the dark and oppressive narration of the president, Hisao began to speak in a childish voice, exaggeratedly cheerful, sweet, and frankly adorable. It was such an abysmal contrast to the setting that it was magical.

Hisao: O-Okay! You see... In the middle of that ugly, gray cemetery, there's a rustic wooden coffin... but this coffin is decorated with little yellow stars and colorful drawings! Suddenly, the lid flies off with a very cheerful sound: POP! And out of it rises Cajaman, Sir Carton! He stretches himself really hard, making cute tired noises... “Aaaah, what a good nap!”. When he sees the dark forest and the fog-filled cemetery, he doesn't feel scared at all. On the contrary, he looks at the tops of the spooky trees and thinks: “Ooh, what tall and cool trees for playing hide-and-seek!”. And when he looks at the tombstones, he just thinks they are very old stones that need a good wash with soap and water to look pretty again.

>Hisao took a breath, fully immersing himself in the role-playing. To everyone's surprise at the table, when he did his character's dialogue, he modulated his voice to sound exactly like a preschool children's cartoon character, imitating the sing-song, enthusiastic style of a Backyardigan.

Hisao: At that moment, Cajaman hears a very, very loud and nasty cough coming from the shadows... It's the cough of a poor man with a grubby sack on his head! Cajaman puts his hands on his cheeks and makes a worried face: “Oh no! Someone's really hurting their throat!”. So, without a second thought, my knight goes to help him. He walks, doing agile and super playful hops over the tombstones, making cute noises with each step: Boing, boing, boing! Tiki-tiki-tap!.

>The boy extended his arms over the table, mimicking the movements of his cardboard hero as he continued his disarmingly innocent tale.
Hisao: Just before the Penitent can inspect the area or move forward into the mist, Cajaman does a backflip and lands directly in his path, arms spread wide to block him. From one of the folds in his cereal-box armor, Cajaman pulls out a small, soft white cloth, neatly hand-embroidered with a smiling teddy bear holding a pink heart. He offers it gently to the Penitent. In his cartoonish voice, he speaks directly: “Hi, hi, new friend! Where are you off to in such a hurry with such a serious face? Take this! You gotta clean yourself up or cover up—because a good knight never leaves people with illnesses or discomfort all alone. It’s my duty to help you smile!”

>He grabbed his plastic dice with enthusiasm and rolled them across the table to make his social interaction check.

Hisao: Cajaman extends his boxing gloves and softly takes the Penitent by the arm, trying to help him walk like he’s an old, tired man. Sing-songy, he says: “I know you’re searching for something important, so I’ll accompany you! But listen well, my friend: we shouldn’t go into the forest because there are surely wild little animals who might get scared of us, and that tower over there looks so, so old—it could collapse any second and give us a big bump on the head. The catacombs are much safer and cozier for walking together! Shall we go there?”

>The scene was strangely comforting within Vermis’ nightmare—until the table dynamic took a bizarre turn. Gore Predator extended his pale hand and tossed his own dice onto the mat without asking the narrator for permission. In a completely stoic, flat, and icy voice, he declared his character’s action: Ratman.

Gore Predator: Ratman emerges from the rotting bushes. He’s a mangy, eyeless anthropomorphic rat. Upon seeing Cajaman, he lunges at his right cardboard leg. I’m rolling dice to frenetically copulate against Sir Cajaman’s leg until I corrode the material of his armor with my sticky fluids. I cum on his leg.

>The contrast was so violent that Hisao immediately broke character. The boy’s childish expression twisted into one of utter shock and panic. He recoiled in his chair, eyes widening and cheeks flushing bright red with pure discomfort.

Hisao: Wh-What?! What are you even saying?!

>He stared at Gore Predator, completely nervous and thrown off. The goth kid didn’t say another word to explain himself—he just kept staring fixedly at Hisao, a ghastly smile creeping across his lips as he slowly licked them with his dry tongue.

>Embarrassed and unsure how to react to such roleplaying degeneracy, Hisao lowered his gaze to the floor, trembling slightly while fidgeting with the bandages on his hands. Heart pounding wildly, the little black-haired boy stayed silent, anxiously waiting for Bonita-chan’s response—and her character’s—to see if they’d accept his suggestion to go to the catacombs or how they’d react to the chaotic situation.

<Hisao
1d100 = 56

<Gore Predator
1d100 = 62

>>10943
>Gore Predator cries a little over Rena's comments after reading them at home, they were the best questions he had come up with

>>10954
>Gore Predator was enjoying Bibi's answers until he got discouraged when he saw that she got confused and thought the president made the form. At least he sees he reads "Los Sin Kids" and loves it.

>>10990
>Gore Predator has a single reward in the teacher's answers, which he uses to masturbate that night before sleeping.

>>10990
>>10955
>Yowai is very happy that someone saw her announcement, both for giving the idea of a movie night with the club and for giving her points of view on one of the movies she recommended. In fact, she admits she likes the latter more. She reads the comments of Master Jack over and over again, who, despite considering him a "weird old man," really enjoyed analyzing his perspective and details that she might have missed when watching the same movie. As long as at least one person writes these kinds of things, it gives Yowai the motivation to continue with her "section" on the club's mural.

>>10990
>Hisao feels a bit disgusted reading the teacher's comment, he remembers when he ate his boogers and it churns his stomach.

>>10984
>Kinoko's note
"But I wouldn't doubt that many things would fit inside your little mouth! If you end up dating Katsumi, your mouth will have to withstand bigger things!"

>Katsumi's note
"You draw very pretty although I didn't understand the joke!!! :D"

>Kuma's note
"Why am I cross-eyed?!"

>Yowai's note
"LMFAO"

>Gore Predator's note
"Why didn't you like my form? U.U"

>Valdo's note
"Were you crying in the bathroom? I think I heard you..."

>Hisao's note
"IT TURNED OUT PIRIPIRIFLAUTICALLY BEAUTIFUL! 😊"

>>10984
Did you do that with AI or did you draw it yourself, black? It's too high quality.

>>10988

-After Katsumi took a drink and returned the bottle to Rena, the young autistic girl did the same, forcing a deep voice required a lot of squirt-
IN GAME
>Katsumi: It is not bitterness that clouds my judgment, little Samantha... but distrust— bellows the horned knight with a cavernous voice that seems to come from the depths of his withered lungs. —When the people you swore to protect with your own life, those to whom you gave your best years and your blood on the battlefield, turn their backs on you and let your name rot into oblivion... it is natural to stop trusting the lineage of mortals.—

Rena: Samantha lets out a tender giggle, but without a shred of mockery or malice, she walks in circles around the knight, tapping the ground with her staff, until she stops abruptly, turning her back to him.

Samantha: Trust is something that is earned, it is not simple knowledge that you can acquire.

Rena: Samantha crouches down, touching the ground, feeling the cold rock with her sharpened sense of touch.

Samantha: How many must have died here without truly knowing who to trust? To learn to trust, you must know.

Rena: The little one had made her point clear again; whether the fallen hero should trust was something a journey should determine.

>Katsumi: I have never needed anyone to watch my back— the undead continued, raising his chin with pride. —In life, it was I who held the shield to cover others, and there was never a single soul who deigned to watch over mine. I didn't need it in the past, and I don't need it in this pathetic reanimated existence. I have no intention of being betrayed a second time.—

>Katsumi: However... I must reluctantly admit that your words hold a certain logic— grumbles the metal giant. —Wolves hunt and survive in packs, it's true... but for a pack to function, there must be unity and trust among its members, and I don't know any of these living corpses that have awakened beside us.—

Rena: mmmm, how can I avoid that thought?
-Rena brought her hand to her chin to think for a moment, while looking at Katsumi and his character sheet-
Rena: I've got it.

Samantha: We are far from forming a pack, now we are just miserable stray dogs trying to survive, but therein lies the origin of a possible mutual strength. A pack doesn't start with just 1, you need 2, and along the way, 3 or 4 could join.

Rena: Samantha attacked with logic, although she maintained that witch-like touch of not speaking directly, of course, and using metaphors to adorn her words...
Do you think witches and sorcerers played role-playing games? That's something that just crossed my mind.
OFF GAME
>Katsumi: Ah! Sorry, I forgot to switch to my female voice... Anyway, responding to what you're saying, Rena-chan: it's an excellent idea for the story. Although, beyond wanting a huge statue for strangers to admire, Thorgar really wants to be remembered by the people he loves and protects, not by a group of strangers. He would accept Samantha's offer because it's an extremely kind and childish gesture, but deep down the knight seeks a much more personal and sincere recognition.

No problem, you could work as a voice actor, you have a good voice. As for the rest, precisely because of that, if they travel together, he could learn to love and respect her, to the point that if my character dies, there's a scene of I never cared about the statue, what I wanted was to be recognized, remembered by my loved ones, but of course, they are all gone now, and after my death and resurrection I was given a new opportunity, and on this journey I learned that simple companionship was all I needed to fill that void, it's useless for me not to be remembered when I myself have forgotten why I do what I do, protecting others without expecting anything....something like that, it's just an idea, but the basic concept would be that, unless, of course, the president takes our campaign to a tragic abyss of endless hardship where we have to brutally kill each other in betrayal.
-Rena shrugs when she says the last part, after all, anything was possible in roleplay, right?-

>Katsumi: By the way, Rena... I'm so glad to hear you're feeling so happy today. I swear I haven't felt this happy and calm in a very long time either... Oh, about the cars we were talking about earlier, I don't have my own car, but my dad has a huge blue Toyota Mega Cruiser. He sometimes lends it to me, although very, very occasionally because he's super stingy with his things. We mainly use it to go to Hakotsukuri beach together once a month. My dad is extremely protective of his truck, but I'm sure if he talks to your mom, they could reach an agreement. Let me give you his license plate just in case...
I'm glad to hear my mood makes you feel better, and blue is a nice color, your father has good taste. I'd like to say the same about going to the beach, but I only like private beaches, since they're empty. Crowds make me uncomfortable. Here we are like a class, so I can tolerate it, but a beach...
-Rena imagines a lot of people watching her, judging her, she gets nervous so she imagines herself walking alone on a deserted beach, the peace calms her, the sound of the waves hitting the sand-
I hope the school never organizes anything on a beach -she says, writing down the Toyota's license plate-
>Katsumi: Look, the plate is 和泉 100 さ 45-89... I wish I were as pretty as my mom. Everyone always tells me I look too much like my dad, both in height and in roughness...
-Rena pats her chest, trying to touch her heart, but Katsumi's breasts get in the way-
What matters is what's in here... I mean the heart, not your soft breasts, your height or who you resemble doesn't matter.

>Katsumi: Hey, Rena-chan... isn't Argentina where people usually eat donkey meat? I think I read it on a forum the other day... Oh! And about the tickling, you could try it on me later, but I highly doubt it'll work. You have such small, cute hands that I'm sure it wouldn't be funny at all. Besides, I insist that my laugh is totally ugly and weird, it's nothing special.

I'm actually from the area where that experiment took place. I was born in Chubut, lots of cold, lots of snow. By the time I was born, that meat was already the norm. Years before, cows would die due to the cold and wouldn't reproduce back then. Patagonia is also suffering a predator crisis; pumas had adapted to be fiercer hunters, so a variant was chosen. The exaggeration that it started being consumed throughout the country due to economic hardship was an exaggeration by media from other countries that were more focused on Argentina, you know, boring politics. Donkey meat isn't bad, it's like horse meat, but more oily like pork. In any case, it's normal to eat it in that part of the country now, and as I said, also in Mexico, but it's much better to eat it than to do what Ecuadorians or Colombians do.
-Rena shivers, remembering what she saw once when they went to a beach in Ecuador-
(https://youtu.be/1EA_9dM8Yyk?si=yjXvaqQBcycAHtoL)▾Give a poor person a piece of meat and they'll eat it. Give a rich person something with a value one zero lower than what they're willing to spend and they'll think it's shit. That's how people are... Oh yes, they also eat bull testicles, that's been going on for decades, but don't believe everything you read online, Katsumi. Disinformation and fake news are the daily world war. Look at what something similar caused, a bomb and racial segregation in this country and the rest of the world. The Japanese see us as dirty blood because we are supposedly the children of those who dropped the bomb.
-Rena said this seriously, she hated it when people believed false things en masse, only generating stupid stereotypes. Although a few minutes ago she showed Bibi a video of pseudo-psychics, that was 100% real news, not fake-
.....Oh yes, Dad ate a donkey's penis in China once because he didn't know Chinese, but putting that aside -Rena blushes a little at the compliment about her hands- I'll tickle you when you least expect it then, you've been warned.....
-Rena had lightly touched on the topic of Japan and Hiroshima, she wanted to state her theory that the city still exists in a quantum space, but it was roleplay time and they were already talking too much, she would save it for later-

>Katsumi: Anyway... your mom sounds like an extremely intelligent and strong woman. Although... WHAT DO YOU MEAN HUNTING OLDER MEN?!
That's what she calls her blind dates

-Katsumi shows her a picture of a huge, robust, giant, bearded man with a serious look and says 'I'll kick your ass if you find me ugly', but Rena wasn't intimidated-

>Katsumi: He's quite old already, he's 51, but he keeps himself in great shape thanks to sports, now he trains Aikido and Karate so he doesn't get bored. Even though he's stubborn and scolds me for everything, I love him very much... so please ask your mom not to hunt him! Or at least be nice to him!

He's big and bearded, he'd make a good Santa Claus at the mall. If my mom ever meets him, I'll tell her to control herself, since he falls into the category of men she usually looks for... do you know martial arts?
-She asked with genuine interest-
I can break a board with one punch, but I'm sure you could break a tree if you set your mind to it,...and since you let me see your dad
-Rena approaches Katsumi, almost sticking to the giant, almost pressing her face against hers, then she whispers for her to look down, Rena hid her cell phone in her jacket, so no one else would see it, and on the screen you could see a picture of her and her father, the famous YouTuber, then Rena plays a video and lowers the volume to almost nothing, it was a video reaction of what he said a little while ago-
https://youtu.be/7syWzaIS9WM?si=cFPnQwqhUpgG_CjZ▾-After showing that, she separates from Katsumi without saying anything, waiting for her to keep the secret-

>Katsumi: And answering your other question... yes, I've been studying here at Kamome High School for a whole year now. The truth is, there's no grand origin story or dramatic reason behind why I enrolled here. I simply live relatively close to the school compared to other high schools in the area, so it was super convenient for me to walk. It was pure convenience due to proximity to my house and little else... Oh, if we're going to the tower.
I was specifically referring to the club, but that's fine, then I can walk you home when we leave, that's what they do in anime, and to the tower? that's fine

IN GAME

Rena: The young woman climbed the knight's body, sitting on his shoulder, with heavy steps that echoed as he walked, she could feel the vibrations and hear the rebound of the noise, now Thorgar's shoulder was an improvised throne, but a privileged place for a girl who, although lacking two senses, has the other 3 more sharpened-

Samanta: Advance, great warrior, the exit of the pantheon awaits our souls

>>10995
I think you didn't roll the DICE OF DESTINY, you have to roll it!!!!!

to

see

him

clearly

....

Box

man?....

-Rena

turns

to

look

at

President

Kinoko-

Excuse

me,

is

there

cardboard

in

Vermis?



>>10990

>Draw

Kuma's

tits

bigger,

she'll

appreciate

it.

Response:

Rena:

I

feel

a

bit

bad

about

how

I

made

the

chubby

one

feel,

it

wasn't

my

intention,

but

if

what

you

say

is

true

I

hope

my

sense

of

humor

amuses

her.

I

drew

her

with

a

bigger

bust

as

you

suggested,

plus

added

something

she

seemed

proud

of,

her

sweat,

and

as

the

first

critic

to

give

her

opinion,

I

included

you.

-Below

the

text

was

a

drawing-



'''Responding

to

everyone

else's

comments'''

>>10992

>Kinoko's

note

>"But

I

wouldn't

doubt

that

plenty

of

things

could

fit

in

your

little

mouth!

If

you

end

up

dating

Katsumi,

your

mouth

will

have

to

handle

bigger

things!"

I

can

fit

three

cookies

in

my

mouth,

I

don't

want

to

go

beyond

that

or

I

might

choke

again

and

nearly

die.

I

didn't

understand

the

part

about

dating

Katsumi

and

what

big

thing

I'd

have

to

endure.

If

you're

referring

to

her

appearing

in

another

drawing,

yes,

but

I'm

not

going

to

draw

myself

eating

her.

I

don't

have

that

vore

fetish,

unless

I

come

up

with

a

joke

about

it.

>Katsumi's

note

>"You

draw

very

nicely,

though

I

didn't

get

the

joke!!!

:D"

The

joke

is

that

I

like

peanut

butter

cookies,

which

isn't

really

a

joke

per

se,

it's

just

the

truth.

>Kuma's

note

>"Why

am

I

cross-eyed?!"

It's

just

a

visual

joke,

exaggerating

someone's

appearance

in

caricature

style.

Sorry

if

it

offended

you.

If

you

want,

I

won't

draw

you

anymore.

I

guess

I'll

never

be

able

to

please

you.

>Yowai's

note

>"LMFAO"

Isn't

that

a

band

with

a

famous

hit?

I

didn't

get

the

comment,

but

I'll

assume

it's

something

good.

>Gore

Predator's

note

>"Why

didn't

you

like

my

questionnaire?

U.U"

The

questions

are

meaningless,

like

I

already

said.

They're

the

kind

of

things

someone

would

ask

their

friend

at

ages

9-12

just

to

waste

time.

I

understand

the

point

is

to

have

informal

questions

just

to

pass

time

with

the

group,

and

I

didn't

mean

to

offend.

Otherwise,

I

wouldn't

have

bothered

answering

the

questionnaire.

So

my

critique

was

purely

constructive.

You

could

ask

President

Kinoko

for

help

to

formulate

better

questions.

Because

no

matter

how

disgusting

or

sexual

the

content

might

be,

as

long

as

you

express

yourself

with

a

legitimate

and

believable

context.
Example

You're in a zombie apocalypse with some refugees, all WERE PREVIOUSLY BITTEN and WILL BE INFECTED IN 3 DAYS. The first night, a gay couple has anal sex and are cured by each other's mutant semen. The second night, your sister masturbates and after sucking her fingers she's cured. Only one day remains before you turn into a zombie. What do you choose?
a) Have a threesome with the gay couple
b) Give your sister a cunnilingus

There, I presented a scenario that I think would be something you'd actually consider, and I highlighted in red how important it is to establish a believable setting.

>Valdo's note
>"Were you crying in the bathroom? I thought I heard you..."
No, it must've been the ghost girl Hanako-chan. I saw her the other day. Yeah, definitely that.

>"IT TURNED OUT PIRIPIRIFLUTICALLY BEAUTIFUL! 😊"
Thank you so much. I should say I also liked your story—don't stop writing, and if possible, send it to a publisher. You've got potential, pretty boy.

Those were all the comments for now. I'll bring more drawings or whatever else I make in my free time. I think I'll call this section "Rena's Corner," or "Rena Responds"... This would probably be more comfortable as a website.

Nora's suggestion from Rena to president Kinkono:

Create a message group for the club
Create a website for the club

>>10994
I made it myself imitating the style of the pony.mov video. Thanks. Rena draws herself in a more cheerful, cartoonish way—completely opposite to how she really is. It's like how she'd want to be: more extroverted and full of autistic shitposts, and with a golden tooth.
>>10996
(Oh, I thought since Katsumi chose to go to the tower and we were going together, it wasn't necessary—but I'll go ahead and throw it now.)
-Rena pulls out her DICE OF FATE that she had stored in her bra and throws it onto the table to see what comes up-

1d100 = 87

>>10991
<Pretty. No idea what I wrote kek
https://youtu.be/QYMvY1P_lQs▾My wobbly legs advanced like a drunkard at dawn, almost dragging my feet through a dream that was anything but comforting. My back hurt, my body itched, I felt my jaw literally melting, leaving a slight dark stain of saliva on the bag. Then suddenly I hear cartoonish jumps and..... Someone appears in front of me as if they were a ghost

":....:!"

At enormous speed, I raise the mace, leaving the spikes centimeters from the neck of that man dressed in cardboard. I was actually shitting myself from fright, but thanks to the potato sack on my head you couldn't tell, but you could have noticed the small startle. Then my hand with the mace hesitates for a moment when I see him pull something out of his cardboard box.... A handkerchief. I raise my hand, putting my palm centimeters from his face, I close my fingers and.... I only leave one to move it.

''(mouth sound effect https://youtu.be/yzUHolqu-NA)"▾
''No sir, you're not going to scam me again with the handkerchief trick, so I quickly take a step, cross by his side and keep walking.

"Are you talking to... me?" (I imitate the roughest, most smoker voice I can)

"...."

I quickly pull my hand away from his grip, and stare at him. You could see my single rotten and somewhat cloudy eye behind the burlap hole, it was trembling, at first it seemed from irritation, although maybe it was something else, worry perhaps?

"Hey hey, don't touch me"

I slowly take off my glove and roll up my tunic, exposing my right arm to the shoulder. The first thing you notice is the stench, an unbearable stench flooded the air as soon as the arm was exposed. It was a mixture of rotten flesh, dampness trapped for years, rusty blood, and a nauseating sweetness typical of something that had been decomposing for too long without ever dying.

"See?"

But when you get used to the smell, you notice the arm. What the burlap had underneath barely retained anything that could be called human flesh. The skin had lost all trace of color, reduced to a sickly white, almost translucent, like the belly of a corpse that had remained too long under stagnant water. It was grotesquely swollen in some areas and stuck to the bone in others, forming an impossible relief of lumps, depressions, and taut tendons under an epidermis that seemed about to tear with the slightest movement.

Dozens of cracks ran down the arm, deep as axe cuts. Their edges were softened and macerated, of a grayish tone, and between them peeked thick clumps of yellowish fat mixed with shreds of reddish-black muscle. In the deepest cuts, fragments of bare bone could be seen, twisted by constant spasms, protruding under the flesh as if the skeleton itself were trying to escape that putrid prison.

Wherever the skin remained intact, countless circles of bright red spread over each other, covered by a thin whitish veil of fungal appearance. They looked like colonies of mold growing on abandoned food, with tiny filaments slowly climbing the surface of the skin and disappearing under blackened scabs. The veins had acquired an unnatural thickness. They writhed under the flesh like trapped worms, pulsing with an erratic cadence. Each pulsation deformed the entire arm, causing the skin to stretch and sink with a disturbingly lively movement.
But the worst were the holes, large cavities dotted all over the forearm and part of the bicep. They weren't simple wounds, but dark pits whose depth was impossible to calculate. Their edges were covered in spongy, grayish-white flesh, perforated by hundreds of tiny pores that opened and closed slowly, like nests for the most repulsive insects. Inside those hollows something seemed to throb, a slow, wet vibration that made the surrounding flesh ripple with each beat.

A thick yellowish-green liquid oozed from those cavities, too viscous to be pus and too dark to be blood. It descended in sticky threads down the arm, mixing with black clots and small fragments of necrotic tissue before dripping heavily to the ground.

"Listen, knight of temu, look at me closely, have you seen what I am?

With that I roll up my tunic again, and raise both arms, as if pointing to myself.

"I am rotten with white hives"

"You think 'If you get close to the leper, you'll get infected too,' doesn't that bother you?"

>Then when I want to keep moving forward, I notice that he doesn't detach himself, what's more, he kept talking to me. I bend my arms and listen to him... Is he going to accompany me? No, no no no no, no sir. Then when I was about to tell him to go to hell, he mentions the forest and the tower, which makes me turn around slowly and observe it... damn it, it's true.

"ehm... you're right, that tower looks like it's going to fall on us any moment"

"...."

Then... something happens, preventing me from answering whether I'm accompanying him to the catacombs or going to the forest

>Seeing the entrance of GP, I cover my mouth to avoid kekes from the unexpectedness.

A rat, deformed, mutant, the size of a man, jumps, out of nowhere, from some bushes to... violate this man-box's leg.

https://youtu.be/XYy2wUoVXYE▾"AHHH Damn it Boxman! What is that?"

I jump with a kick against the Rat, hitting it between the legs like when you chase away a dog in heat that mounts the guests' feet, all because they left the gate open

"Get out, you creature!" 1d100 = 89

"shhh bshhsch bcshs sound of chasing dogs"

"Move your leg so that thing detaches"

''....."

If Ratman didn't let go of Cajaman's leg after the kick, I grab the rat by the feet, to try to detach it from its grip, and I hope it doesn't piss itself, because otherwise the stream will go everywhere.

"Damn it Box, were these the little animals from the forest?"

I look at the Rat

"Shit man, we've already touched it... do you know what that means?"

"Mom won't be able to identify him by smell"

":...."

"Now we have to give it a name, right?"

I squat down and wiggle my two fingers while saying "pspspspsp" as if trying to call a cat

"why... COF COOFOOFFFF excessively loud cough"

"I think... cof, I messed up-... messed up my voice of t-... talking so much"

What I said was almost imperceptible, so hoarse and low that it was barely a whisper.

>>10998
>1d100 = 19
Fail and I fall to the ground

>132621
>I read the entire story standing in front of the bulletin board. When I finish, I go back to the beginning and read it again, this time more slowly. Then I take out a pen and write underneath.

~"I liked it. It's very simple and the moral is pretty obvious, but I think that's part of what makes it beautiful. Yes, Cotton doesn't try to overanalyze the Grumpy Tree. They just see it's alone and decide to approach. I like that they don't need a complicated explanation to do so."

~"I also think the tree is somewhat misrepresented by the story. We don't know why it's angry, only that it is angry, and Cotton immediately assumes it needs affection. That isn't always true. Sometimes a person might want to be left alone."

~"But I think there's something sadder behind that."

~"There are people who build armor around themselves and then get so used to living inside it that they seem to want no one to come near. From the outside, it's easy to think they're the problem: they're unpleasant, withdrawn, silent, rejecting others."

~"But maybe the armor didn't come first."

~"Maybe before that, there were too many people looking from the outside and deciding who they were without bothering to get to know them. Maybe they got hurt so many times that being alone eventually seemed safer than trusting again."

~"And so one says they don't need anyone. That they're better off this way. That they want to be left in peace."

>I stare at what I wrote for a few seconds before adding one final line.

~"But being protected from others isn't the same as no longer needing them. I think sometimes a person doesn't want to live inside their armor. They just want to find someone in front of whom they can take it off without fear."

~"Good story. I like happy endings."

>>10942

>1. A sadistic Mexican cartel kidnaps you and presents you with the ultimate dilemma: to save your mother or your sister's life, you must record an intimate video involving sexual acts with the one you choose and make it go viral. What do you decide?
I really don't care much, I don't negotiate with Mexicans.
>2. You discover the only way to inherit your abusive, pedophilic grandfather's million-dollar fortune is to agree to spend an entire night tied to his bed while he forces you to sodomize him. What do you do?
C is the one that convinces me most, although I wouldn't spend it on tacos.
>3. A deadly zombie virus ravages the world and the only known cure is extracted by boiling and drinking your own sister's vaginal fluids during her period. How do you save humanity?
......
I didn't understand.
>4. You're caught committing an unforgivable crime and the judge gives you a choice: spend thirty years in a cell with cannibalistic serial rapists or legally marry your dog and consummate the marriage right there in the courtroom. What do you choose?
C, I liked C, it doesn't make sense, but it's... creative.
>5. At an illegal underground orgy, you're forced to choose between unprotected sex with your biological father or with your ninety-year-old grandmother who has advanced gangrene. What do you do?
B, although, I don't have a penis, so nothing.
>6. To prevent an atomic bomb from exploding and killing millions, you must strangle your younger brother with your bare hands while looking him in the eyes and singing him a lullaby. What do you decide?
A, there are still places in the world I'd like to see, and I don't want them blown apart by a bomb.
>7. A group of mad scientists offers you the role of stud at their human cloning farm: you must simultaneously impregnate your aunt and your cousin sister to create a superior race of abominations. How do you respond?
Definitely B, although I didn't really have many options—the questions are very limited to a specific audience.
>8. On her deathbed, your mother confesses that your real father is your older brother and that your existence is a biological mistake. As her final wish, she asks you to sleep with her one last time before she dies. What do you do?
Probably raise an eyebrow, ignore her wish, and wait for her to kick the bucket, so I can sign the paperwork and go home.
>9. They offer you one billion dollars, but the only condition is that you must spend the rest of your life having daily, mandatory sex with a close relative of your choosing. What do you decide?
Are you Justin Roiland?

I had a hard time answering this test. I don't understand hypothetical questions; my brain isn't capable of interpreting them. Sorry GP.

>>10949
>>10968
I'll check them out, thanks for the recommendation

>>10995
>>10997
>She listened with absolute fascination to Rena's idea for the emotional development of her characters. Her eyes sparkled with admiration and a soft blush once again painted her cheekbones.

Katsumi: Hey... your idea for our characters is truly precious, Rena-chan. I think it's an incredible development arc... To say he never cared about the statue, that all he wanted was to be recognized and remembered by his loved ones, but upon realizing that they are all gone and that after his resurrection he has a new chance... to discover that simple companionship was all he needed to fill that void... It's just so beautiful! Especially the part where you say it's useless not to be remembered when you yourself forgot why you were doing things: protecting others without expecting anything in return. You have a natural talent for writing stories, Rena-chan.

>She let out a light but somewhat resigned giggle, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Katsumi: Although, well... if I tried to pursue acting as a voice actress or anything artistic... my dad would kill me on the spot. He only has eyes for baseball and wouldn't let me do anything other than train.

>Suddenly, upon hearing Rena comment with a laugh, "unless of course the president takes our campaign to a tragic abyss of endless hardship where we have to brutally betray and kill each other," Katsumi turned her gaze towards Kinoko. The president merely brought her fingers to her lips and mimed zipping her mouth shut to maintain absolute silence. A good Game Master never reveals spoilers of their dark plans. Immediately after, Kinoko began frantically writing things in her notebook, keeping it hidden behind her Game Master screen so neither of them could snoop on what she was plotting.

>She gave Rena a sweet and sincere smile when the girl confessed that she was glad to know that her good mood made Katsumi feel better.

Katsumi: I'm also very happy about that, truly... By the way, the Hakotsukuri beach we're going to is usually practically empty. And honestly, I prefer there to be no one there because I'm so embarrassed for people to see me in a bikini... I feel like my rough and imposing figure makes others uncomfortable! Oh! And thank you very much for saying that my dad's Toyota Mega Cruiser is a nice color. The truth is, it's the only vehicle where my dad and I can both fit at the same time without crushing each other.
>The giantess let out a couple of childish giggles at her own comment, but out of nowhere, Rena's fingers once again settled on the flesh of her breasts.

Katsumi: ¡K-KYAAAAA!

>A sharp, deeply embarrassed shriek burst from the giant amazon's chest. Katsumi turned an intense shade of red from her ears down to her cleavage, her eyes trembling from sheer shock. She looked at Rena with extreme shyness as the girl praised the firmness of her anatomy.

Katsumi: T-Thank you for... for your encouraging words...

>For a moment, upon hearing Rena murmur the phrase "your soft breasts," Katsumi felt a strange tingling in her stomach and even wondered, heart racing, whether Rena might actually like her breasts. However, she quickly cleared her throat and coughed a couple of times to banish those lesbian improper and embarrassing thoughts from her mind.

>Then, when Rena went on to explain in detail that the story about dog tacos and other viral matters were nothing but debunked fake news, Katsumi watched her with wide eyes, paying utmost and absolute attention. Katsumi wasn't particularly studious or well-informed about general culture, and being such a naive and trusting person, she tended to believe word-for-word any AI-generated video showing kittens dancing with babies. Knowing she didn't possess Rena's intellect, she chose to stay silent, slowly nodding her head to show she was listening. She thought showing respect and interest was the least she could do, since she didn't consider herself a complex person capable of holding deep or sophisticated conversations. Still, not wanting to remain completely out of the discussion and appear foolish, she gathered the courage to ask an innocent question.

Katsumi: So... is the anti-Argentinian campaign they were talking about real, or is that fake too?

>When the topic shifted to parental oddities, Katsumi raised her gaze to the ceiling, thoughtful.

Katsumi: Mmm... well, now that you mention it, my dad told me that when he was a child back in his hometown in Hyōgo Prefecture, he used to drink fresh bull's blood straight from the animal's neck to 'boost his vigor' and strength. So what you told me about your dad doesn't seem that abnormal to me, though it does sound pretty funny, honestly.

>She let out a few light chuckles, but at that instant, Rena playfully threatened to tickle her. Katsumi's reaction was immediate: she quickly crossed her arms over her ample chest, covering herself in panic and making a completely childish, frightened little face.
Katsumi: J-Just tickling? R-Really?

>She genuinely feared the girl's hands would start exploring her anatomy again. To break the tension from her own fright, Katsumi suddenly let out a loud, abrupt:

Katsumi: HA! Hey, but... what do you mean a 'blind date'? Are you seriously blindfolded when you go out to dinner? Or do you actually date guys who are really blind?

>She burst into loud laughter at her own silly, nonsensical jokes, though seconds later the laughter faded. Her face took on a melancholic weariness, and she muttered under her breath, almost to herself.

Katsumi: Honestly... I've never been on any kind of date before...

>Despite the slight sigh of exhaustion that slipped out, she tried to keep a gentle smile to avoid spoiling the mood and kept talking.

Katsumi: But seriously, the person we should really be worried about is my dad. I know him so well that I'm sure whatever's going to happen between him and your mom will happen whether we like it or not. Sometimes I think he should've been a kamikaze pilot in another life—he's that incredibly stubborn and headstrong.

>She sighed and stretched a little in her chair, making the wood creak faintly.

Katsumi: I don't know anything about martial arts. My dad only wants me to practice baseball day and night; he says if I start training in anything else I'll 'stray from our goal'... Still, I really admire your strength, Rena. Personally, the idea of hitting someone terrifies me; in fact, I can't even bring myself to kill the cockroaches that get into my room. I carefully catch them in glass jars and release them in the garden... I hate violence with all my being.

>At that moment, Rena showed her a photo of her father. Katsumi blushed slightly as Rena leaned in so close to show her the phone screen. Being pressed together like that, Katsumi could feel the girl's body heat and caught her scent.

Katsumi (thinking): S-She smells... smells incredibly good...

>Not wanting to stare at her face and die of embarrassment, Katsumi forced her eyes to focus on the photo of the man. With a warm smile, she leaned slightly toward Rena's ear and whispered softly.

Katsumi: You definitely inherited almost everything from your dad... but let me tell you something: you're way, way prettier than your mom, seriously.

>She emphatically nodded several times to emphasize her words before pulling back a little.
Katsumi: And answering what you were asking before... the reason I joined the roleplaying club was because I got kicked out of the baseball club. I think I mentioned it briefly before, but I had no choice. Practically all the other sports clubs have banned me due to the influence of the baseball club president... that scumbag tried to... abuse me...

>An expression of deep disgust and sadness crossed the amazon's face as she remembered such a trauma. Wanting to immediately banish those dark thoughts, she shook her head and decided to resume the roleplaying game with Thorgar. She cleared her throat, hardened her facial features, and once again adopted that deep, raspy male voice.

Katsumi: The horned knight grumbles between his teeth, letting out a puff of hot air through the slits of his helmet upon hearing the witch Samantha's words... He knows perfectly well that the little one is right about something: trust isn't given, it's earned on the battlefield.

>She continued the narration, maintaining the Iberian accent with notable effort but with great dramatic delivery.

Katsumi: Thorgar doesn't add another word. Instead of arguing, he crouches low enough and makes an imperious gesture to the witch to climb onto his armor. Carefully, he lets the little one settle and sit directly on his imposing armored shoulder. The horned knight stands up as tall as he is, reaching a colossal height, and looking at Samantha out of the corner of his eye from under the metal, he states in a deep voice...

>She adjusted her tone to play the role of the undead.

Katsumi: —Any other miserable wretch who had dared to speak to me with such insolence, I would have crushed their head with my hammer without a second thought... You should be grateful that you possess a wise tongue and an appearance that vaguely reminds me of my deceased daughter. Only for that reason will I deign to protect you with my life during this journey... but don't get me wrong, little witch: don't think for a second that I intend to strike up a friendship with you.—

>Making a gesture with her arms.

Katsumi: Having said that, the horned knight begins to march with giant strides towards the mysterious tower in the cemetery, leaving behind all those who are not capable of keeping up with his pace.

>Returning to her normal posture, Katsumi smiled with satisfaction and picked up the bottle of Squirt she was sharing with Rena again. She took a long, carefree swig, leaving the mouthpiece completely marked with her saliva. She wiped her lips with her forearm and returned to her soft and delicate feminine voice.

Katsumi: The truth is, I don't think wizards or witches really existed in real life, you know? I think that's all pure invention from books.

>>11000
>>10999
>>10998
>Gore Predator's grotesque grin vanished in a fraction of a second as he glanced down at his dice. The number reflected on the plastic faces was shamefully low, insufficient to achieve the depraved feat with which he intended to desecrate the cardboard leg. Hisao let out a long sigh of relief, silently thanking fortune for being merciful. However, as he turned his own eyes towards his dice, the small black-haired boy couldn't help but look at them with a veil of contained fear, swallowing loudly at the uncertainty of what cruel rolling fate might have in store for him in the following turns.

>Mustering the courage not to break the game's rhythm, Hisao resumed Cajaman's narration right from the uncomfortable incident with the rat. The black-haired boy continued with the scene.

Hisao: "W-Well... Cajaman feels the sudden push on his leg! But instead of getting scared, angry, or kicking the poor rat-man... The knight smiles with immense tenderness! He lowers his cardboard head and, with one of his large pink boxing gloves, gently caresses Ratman's deformed head, carefully stroking the few long, coarse hairs left on his scalp. “Oh, little scruffy friend! It's clear you had a lot of affection to give and didn't know how to express it!”

>Hisao looked at Bonita-chan across the table, fully immersing himself in his hero's role to address The Penitent Pilgrim.

Hisao: Cajaman turns to look at the Penitent, who seems annoyed by the creature's presence, and says to him in a melodious cartoon voice: “Please, new friend, don't say ugly or mean things to this creature! All creations in this world, no matter how wrinkled, grayish, and disheveled they may look, are beautiful forest animals that deserve to be treated with the utmost respect, compassion, and love. If you say ugly words, your tongue will rot and then you won't be able to sing happy songs in the morning!” Furthermore, Cajaman adds proudly: "And don't worry about my leg! The delicious toasted marshmallow scent emanating from my recycled cardboard armor can never be removed from the face of the earth by a little sneeze of affection!”

>The black-haired boy began to suggest names for Gore Predator's mangy creature, using his character's voice.

Hisao: “From today on, we'll call you... Cotton Ball! Or perhaps... Chocolate Drop! Or... Mr. Sweet Whiskers!”

>Before Hisao could continue, Gore Predator suddenly interrupted. Modulating his voice to sound extremely shrill, high-pitched, and raspy, similar to that of a tiny, hungry demon, he narrated his character's response while maintaining a completely serious expression.

Gore Predator: Ratman ignores the cardboard caresses. He introduces himself with an unbearable screech: “My name is Varkag, the sewer scoundrel, you damn piece of trash!” And immediately after, the rat-man takes advantage of the proximity to begin frantically licking the crotch of Cajaman's cereal armor with his rough, slimy, and profoundly nauseatingly smelly tongue.

>Upon hearing the disgusting description, Hisao preferred not to engage in verbal conflict. He said absolutely nothing, limiting himself to giving Gore Predator a pleading look with a "please, don't continue with that" expression. Immediately after, the black-haired boy ignored the goth and refocused all his attention on Bonita-chan to continue the flow of his roleplay.
Hisao: C-Continuing... Cajaman notices that the Penitent is once again having a harrowing coughing fit due to the ashen fog. My knight places his boxing gloves on his chest, deeply concerned, and whispers to him with extreme sweetness: “For heaven’s sake! Please don’t speak for a moment, my friend. You have to take care of that harmonious and beautiful voice you have, don’t let the cold air hurt it.” Cajaman takes a step forward, his cereal boxes crunching, and looks the Penitent in the eyes with absolute sincerity. “I want you to know something very important: I don’t want to scam you or ask for anything in return! The only thing I truly desire in this world is to be able to give you a hug so warm and strong that it heals all the sadness you carry in your little heart, and to see a huge smile drawn on your face before the sun sets!”

>Hisao narrated how Cajaman felt no disgust or fear in approaching Lebedeve's character's grotesque figure.

Hisao: Cajaman doesn’t care at all about touching the Penitent. He doesn’t care if his skin looks wrinkled and withered like nachos with chili con carne, or if he looks like a Dubai chocolate cake with crunchy almond pieces sticking out of his sores. My knight explains joyfully: “My armor made of recycled cardboard protects me from all evil because it is built with the power of recycling and pure love! Nothing bad can touch my heart as long as I wear these boxes of joy!”

>Leaning his elbows on the table, Hisao launched into a heroic speech.

Hisao: “Listen to me well, walker of the fog! I am Sir Cardboard! Lord Cajaman! The protector of the helpless, the friend of little animals, and the knight of eternal hugs! If you are looking for a cure for the terrible illness that afflicts your body or the sorrow that gnaws at your soul, you don’t have to walk alone through this ugly cemetery! I will go with you to the ends of the earth, I will hold your hand if you feel tired, and I will fight any ugly monster with the strength of friendship! We will find that medicine together, I solemnly promise you on my paper helmet!”

>Upon finishing his dialogue, Hisao smiled from ear to ear. He moved his little head with overflowing joy and even began to unconsciously shake his little feet under the table. The boy was truly animated and enthusiastic about roleplaying hand-in-hand with Bonita-chan, demonstrating a pure passion that was reflected in each of his gestures, movements, and illuminated gazes.

>However, breaking the sweet atmosphere, Yowai appeared out of nowhere during the action turn. The fragile-looking girl took her dice, rolled them on the wood with a dry sound, and announced the intervention of her tough fantasy character.

Yowai: The dwarf warrior, the fearsome Mad Pricker, emerges from the shadows of the mausoleum. Seeing the scene, he lunges at full speed to try and save Cajaman with a single blow.

>Hisao stopped dead in his tracks, lowering his arms and becoming completely confused by the sudden action. Breaking character for a second, the dark-haired boy tilted his head to the side and asked with complete innocence:

Hisao: W-What? Save Cajaman...? From whom...?

>Yowai gave him an extremely confident and mysterious smile as she arranged her tokens on the table.

Yowai: Hehe... You'll see.

1d100 = 55

>>11000
>>10997
>>10982
>>10990
>>10902
>>10901
>>10890
>The president rubs her hands together with wild enthusiasm, listening with delight to the incessant clatter of dice rolling and bouncing against the map parchment. Seeing that most members have made their first rolls to probe the graveyard's darkness, she adjusts her glasses bridge with her middle finger and lets out a long, theatrical sigh. The classroom light seems to dim under the influence of her voice, which immediately transforms back into that deep, grave, poetic, and magnetic register, worthy of a seasoned narrator who has mastered the art of transporting human minds to ruined realms.

>Fixing her bright eyes first on Thorgar and Samanta, the Stone Scholar, Kinoko makes a slow gesture in the air to guide everyone's vision toward the majestic structure that dominates the dead valley's horizon.

Kinoko: The rolls of the Stone Scholar and the Horned Knight are impeccable, precise, and charged with almost heretical fortune. The fragile devotee advances on the shoulders of the armored behemoth. Unlike the mud, mass graves, and stench of rot that suffocate the lower level, the interior of this stone bulwark breathes a dead dignity. The air becomes icy, dry, and dense, imbued with a stale odor of burnt wax, fossilized myrrh, and ancient granite. Along the wide gallery, the echo of each step resonates on the walls of lime and alabaster, where infinitely better-maintained tombs, niches, and sarcophagi are observed. Here rest the remains of nobles and champions who managed to earn the right to transcend in memory through refined mausoleums.

>The president tilts her head, lowering her voice slightly to detail the carvings adorning the tower's interior walls.

Kinoko: Stone statues guard the darkness with blind gazes. The effigies of mythical warriors from the ancient world can be seen, such as Sir Varek the Sin Eater, whose iron mace crushed the wasteland hordes at the black pit battle, or Aethelgard the Silent Spear, the legendary guardian whose eyes never blinked in the face of shadow terror. Each niche is adorned with eroded noble crests and bronze plates covered in green patina. However, there is no life here; only a majestic silence interrupted by the sharp whistle of the wind seeping through the frameless windows.

>She extends an arm over the table, mimicking the flow of a cold draft as she continues with the exact account of what was found at the summit.
Kinoko: Two statues depicting robed figures stand by the stairs leading to the upper level of the graveyard... You hear the deafening roar of the cold wind cutting across the summit as you approach the end; once you cross, your eyes are treated to the majestic sight of the entire graveyard valley. You soon perceive a presence nearby... Grief, the longing for someone no longer present, can be as deep and painful as an open wound. The lone knight was defeated long ago, his path twisted since the day he lost his other half; despite his imposing appearance, he is entirely harmless, he will not defend himself from any attack.

>She sketches a small, wry smile before adding, out of character, that both players have had monumental luck in encountering a figure consumed by sorrow and melancholy instead of running headlong into some aberrant, entrail-thirsty fiend. Immediately after, Kinoko shifts her posture, hunching slightly, crossing her arms over her lap, and lowering her head to voice the Lone Knight, who remains kneeling on the icy flagstones, his forehead resting against the marble of his fallen comrade's sarcophagus.

Kinoko: "Humm? Are you among the living? If so, this is no place for you, the tower was plundered many years ago and you will clearly find no way out here... I am merely offering my company to a fellow soul... I don't think a stranger should concern themselves with that in the slightest."' The knight's voice drips with such overwhelming, tragic sadness that the atmosphere in the tower feels heavy, suspended in absolute resignation. The figure does not move, does not raise its sword, nor show aggression; it simply contemplates the sculpted figure of its old battle-mate in eternal mourning, demonstrating that while it will not respond with violence, perhaps a little guidance would do the wanderers good if they know how to listen to the breeze.

>Leaving the Stone Scholar and the antlered knight atop the tower, President Kinoko shifts her feline gaze towards Rena and Katsumi, then sweeps her dark eyes over Hisao, Bonita-chan, GP, and Yowai. Though she first begins to narrate what awaited the penitent.

Kinoko: Meanwhile, in the depths of the grounds, far from the nobility of the tower and submerged in the pestilent mist of the mass graves, the Penitent Pilgrim's tracking bears fruit amidst the withered weeds.

>Leaning over the scroll, the narrator recites with historical solemnity:
Kinoko: Deep within the graveyard, far from the other graves, lies an open coffin containing the "Whistling Death," held tightly by its last owner. A unique weapon that emits a very characteristic sound as it cuts through the air.

>She clarifies that this legendary blade has the power to unleash terrible storms upon the flesh of its enemies if wielded with conviction, and that the penitent might well take it for his cause. However, the solemnity of the moment is brutally shattered by the disastrous intervention of Cajaman and the abominable Ratman. With a descriptive ability that borders on the masterful and the disturbing, Kinoko details the interaction between the creatures.

Kinoko: The human beast known as Ratman, dominated by his grotesque instincts, lunges at Cajaman's leg. The human rat rubs its mangy, slimy skin against the armor, leaving a nauseating trail of pre-semen and rotten smegma that soaks Cajaman's limb as he charges the leg with unrestrained impetus, although fortunately for the victim, the spawn does not manage to culminate the act with a cumshot.

>Her gaze wanders everywhere.

Kumiko: At that precise moment, the Penitent attempts to deliver a precise kick to push the vermin away from his companion. However, the surface of the stone is completely covered by the unpleasant, viscous fluids of the rat. The Penitent Pilgrim humiliatingly loses his balance, his feet slipping on the smegma slime, and he falls face-first onto the ground. To his absolute misfortune, the penitent's face lands directly on the exposed crotch of the abominable Ratman.

>He slams the table.

Kinoko: The impact is dry and dreadful. The Penitente's face is buried in the beast's crotch, where a fetid, ammoniac stench of sewer droppings and rancid meat instantly suffocates his lungs. Ratman's member is not human; it is a deformed mutation, a grotesque, veiny tube resembling the member of a gigantic rat, swollen with infections and macerated in purulent secretions.

>She makes faces of disgust.

Kinoko: Despite the disaster, Cajaman tries to maintain his composure and offer his help to the Penitente to coordinate the exploration. But just as he opens his mouth to speak, the sepulchral earth beneath his feet cracks. A skeletal claw, with absurdly long fingers and pale knuckles, emerges from the grave and grips Cajaman's ankle with the force of a vise, pulling him into the darkness of an empty tomb.

>Out of nowhere, he points at Yowai.
Kinoko: Before Cajaman is swallowed by the pit, the dwarf knight, acting with unexpected sweetness and impulsivity, does a somersault over the terrain. His gauntlets bristling with iron spikes fall like a hammer on the bony limb, shattering the claw in a burst of dry bone splinters. Cajaman is saved from taking real damage, only being shocked by the scare, but the din has attracted the attention of what dwells beneath the ground.

>She hands over the area's enemy stat sheet.

Kinoko: The earth rumbles. A colossal lump rises among the broken tombstones until it reveals itself in all its nightmarish magnificence. It is LIVING GRAVE, a colossal mass of packed earth, embedded tombstones, and pressed skeletons forming a living torso, crowned by a large, antlered skull illuminated by two sockets of hyperborean red fire.

>She points to each creature on the stat sheet.

Kinoko: Accompanying this living tomb, two hellish serpents sprout from the mud: the BONE SNAKE. Two monumental serpents made entirely of primate vertebrae and sharp ribs that intertwine like bone centipedes, topped with human skulls whose eyes glow a bloody crimson.

>She mimics the walk of a centipede, constantly tapping her fingers on the table.

Kinoko Ichinose: 'The two bone serpents slither, producing a dry, deafening clatter that makes your hair stand on end. Completely ignoring the Penitent, the Dwarf Knight, and even the purulent rat—whom fortune grants the option to flee cowardly and abandon their ally to his fate—the two Bone Snakes fix their attention solely on Cajaman. With nightmarish speed, both serpents launch themselves in a spiral attack, opening their bony jaws to sink their calcium fangs directly into Cajaman's flesh. Meanwhile, the colossal Living Grave makes no attempt to attack; it simply interposes its massive body of earth, tombstones, and rocks in front of the serpents, functioning as an impenetrable shield that absorbs any blow aimed at those bone vipers.

>With a look of professional challenge, President Kinoko takes the d50 and d20 in the name of the skeletal monsters, rolling them on the wood with a dry sound to determine the snakes' impact on Cajaman.

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<LIVING GRAVE
100/100 HP
-Ability: Can absorb damage taken, absorbing a quarter of the damage it receives and can turn it into a buff for its accuracy dice when attacking.

1d50 = 39

1d20 = 20

<BONE SNAKE
50/50 HP
-Ability: If it lands 3 attacks of 20, it poisons you with constant damage of +10.

1d50 = 44

1d20 = 17

<BONE SNAKE
50/50 HP
-Ability: If it lands 3 attacks of 20, it poisons you with constant damage of +10.

1d50 = 5

1d20 = 12