[1/4] Stingpie 2025/12/23(Tue)16:30 No. 1119355 ID: 253500
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"Hey, welcome! You're here about the ad? Come in, come in!"
He smiles like an old friend.

[2/4] Stingpie 2025/12/23(Tue)16:30 No. 1119356 ID: 253500
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"I'm glad I finally got a response. I was beginning to think the newspaper was stiffing me! But I guess that's just print nowadays--barely any readership outside of the website."
He leads you through a hallway, not leaving a single breath for you to interject.

[3/4] Stingpie 2025/12/23(Tue)16:31 No. 1119357 ID: 253500
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"Please, sit down! Make yourself comfortable! I'll have everything ready in just a second."
The furniture in this room is all pushed to one side. The two chairs in the room are mismatched, and the one he gestures towards seems the more uncomfortable one.

As you take a seat, he pulls opens the drawers on the desk and pulls out some papers, twine, ink, a knife and a quill. He peers up and sees your expression.

"Oh, sorry!"

He puts the knife back into the drawer.

"It's just a penknife. You use it to repoint a quill."

You get the sneaking suspicion he does not have much company over.

[4/4] Stingpie 2025/12/23(Tue)16:32 No. 1119358 ID: 253500
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He sits down, dipping his quill into the ink as he opens a blank booklet bound with twine.

"Now then, let me explain the rules of the game.-- If you don't have any questions, of course."

No questions here, give us the diggity details dawg.

tell us what we need to know!

Go ahead

"Most Britannians scream at my face and call me a 'filthy Wolfensteiner'. The ones who don't sometimes stay polite so they can stab me in the back.

Are you going to be either of those people?"

[1/1] Stingpie 2025/12/24(Wed)07:29 No. 1119374 ID: 253500
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>>1119362
>"Most Britannians scream at my face and call me a 'filthy Wolfensteiner'. The ones who don't sometimes stay polite so they can stab me in the back. Are you going to be either of those people?"

"My best guess is no, considering I have no idea what you're talking about, but then again, I don't have any idea what your talking about, so for all I know I could be lying through my teeth."

>>1119359
>>1119360
>>1119361
>No questions here, dawg. Tell us what we need to know.

"The rules are simple. We are both 'gods' in this story we write. We pick two heros, and their goal is to kill each other. Of course, we can't directly interfere, or that would ruin the fun. Instead, we can add items to their world, and it is up to them what they do with them."

He pauses for a moment.

"That's the overview at least. Obviously, the characters don't have free will of their own, so we have to do a weird, ranked choice voting scheme to decide what the characters are most likely to do, but that's all implementation."

He makes a quick doodle in the booklet, and holds it up.

"This will be my hero, Tony Razorblades--A two-bit thug charging three bits for a shave and haircut. Now, you get to decide on yours. I wouldn't spend too much time on it, or get too attached. I'm pretty good at this game."

Suggest a name, traits, history, etc. Or just make a doodle of the character. Do whatever you want, I'm not your dad.

Doctor Kleincakes
"Goo-Girl Genius"
Melts into gelatinous goo whenever she gets inspiration to invent something
Can build anything from monsters to mecha
Weakness to heat-based attacks
10,000 Parts
Secret Pocket Lab
500 Jellied Eel Rations

Swiftly Robbinson
Just wants to dance.
will attempt to dance through any thing that tries to stop him.
Just got back from "the mysterious orient" where he learned various martial arts, mistaking them for dances.
Not a dollar to his name.
Might have learned to subsist on sunlight, or was tricked by some mountain people making fun of the dumb tourist.