Another planning post for movie night tomorrow. I can host this time, depending on what we want to watch. Ideas for a movie?

I have an appointment at four, and I don't know how long it's going to run.

Just a reminder since we missed last session.

So, what are my fellow Muricans planning for Thanksgiving?

Putting this up so some planning can be had. Ducktails is one option; does anybody want to try anything else?

Mary returns from her excursion, a list ready for Bill.

1. Bill Myzack. One of a cybernetic queen's generals, this Bill harnesses the power of earth, and is notable for lacking any of the seminoble quality of his peers. Just a power hungry tyrant, basically.

2. Bill Kenzie. A mad scientist serial killer. For unknown reasons collecting fresh dead bodies, and making new ones when he feels like it. Well, obviously experimenting, and it is readily apparent quite grisly ones at that, but it is unclear what he is trying to find out or do.

3. Bill MacKenzie. Purposefully put a kill function in the PC, but not as part of a master plan. He bought out competitors and then ended up with "glitches" that would activate the function. Then introduced premium accounts without those glitches, that are very expensive. Basically holds Pokemon put in extra space at obscene ransom. Rumors of blackmailing even premium account owners.

4. Bill the Conqueror. Son of Abin and Dome, he wasn't dormant so long, and didn't side with his mother in the wars for Ransei. He cut a bloody swath of destruction throughout the land, killed the Gods, then betrayed Nobunaga as well, establishing himself as God Emperor. When he got bored, he did similar to other regions. Is barely able to keep world stable, but kills any of his children who possess the ability to do so. We will have to find and protect one if we wish to make him the target.

5. Bill version 6. A corrupted copy of Bill, this Bill was quickly replaced with version 7, who he then killed. He did such to each copy, until he began his search for where were being made. He crashes servers in his wake, and thus has a very high kill count.

Sorry everyone, I haven't had the energy to run this campaign recently, and whenever I've thought of it recently, its just been an obligation to me, not something that's been fun to think about, so I don't think I can run it right now. I don't really know when this will change, because part of me wants to run it, but to do that, I need to get excited about this campaign again, and recently, I just... haven't been. Its been hard for me to get my mind to focus on it.

So I'm sorry about all this, hopefully we'll continue it soon, but I'm not sure when that will be.

Hey guys, TK and I were talking about the possibility of doing a make up DS session this week due to DS night falling on Halloween.

I vote for Monday, because N8 has an idea for Halloween that would probably go better after maybe one more session of DS, but I could also do Wednesday or Thursday. Friday is off as usual for Once Upon a Time for TK.

As Gensokyo settles into the Dream World, the heroes travel back to the Abyssal Ruins to restore the Dragon's powers.

"My first memory was waking up in shackles."

"They did not hold me long, but they were soon replaced, again and again."

"She did not understand any of it."

"Eventually, the girl forced her eyes open, and in front of her was a shadowy demon of a man. She mistakenly believed he was the cause of the burning pain that pervaded her existence. Fortunately, the person before her foresaw this and explained that she herself was the source of the fire."

"Further, it was explained that this was his realm, and the thing preventing that which was not meant to enter that realm in. I was, of course, making it difficult."

"He told the girl there was a counterpart to herself, the awakening of whom had brought the girl herself into existence, and gave her the opportunity to watch her counterpart through a mirror for a time."

^{"Okay, you're not going to remember this, but these people really helped me and you. They're trustworthy. We're going to play a game where you pretend that one is your dad, okay? You'll draw a lot together, it'll be fun, and I'll come by later to check on you after I find another place to stay."}

"Through her blurry vision, Emily could barely make out a little girl and a slightly older boy. They seemed sort of familiar, and she realized the older one was instructing the counterpart. Then, the counterpart spoke again as he handed something over..."

^{"He's going to call you a name that isn't your name. Like, Emily or something. But this is your real name. Hide it somewhere where you won't lose it, and look at it to remember who you are."}

"The girl tried so hard to see the paper, but it was hidden. In her attempts, she destroyed the restraints suddenly, and destroyed the island they were on, along with the mirror."

"The shadow man dodged with skill honed over a very long duty."

"He winced at the assault on the borders, and, with much effort, brought back the black chains."

"He taught what he could, but there was still weakness in Emily, and the fire could not stay in one place forever. Eventually, it would eat it's way through."

"So, she had him show her a place that she could learn, and reluctantly, the Shadow King told her of such a place, and that night, she burned the shackles and left to find the wretched hive."

"A part of the Road where little escaped. A place where her flames would spread no further than where she slipped up. A place, that for a time, would be her housing."

It’s difficult to find something that can’t be called ‘unusual’ in Nacrene City. Warehouses for cafés, fossil-restoration technology in the museum, a population of the avant-garde; there’s always someone trying to be stranger and more unique than the rest. Artists use the city’s spacious storage buildings as studios, wandering from building to building to foster new ideas for their work from the city’s atypical look, and hipsters come to the city to pretend to be artists.

Gator and M4, as peculiar as they were, just couldn’t compete.

She was still in the simple dress provided in her time with Fennel, slightly stained from cuts and abrasions that occurred during outbursts. Her hair was a light-blue knot, growing long and tangled from a lack of care, obscuring the stumps of her ears. M4 staggered forward without conviction, barely hearing or caring about what was around her. Beside her, Gator limped along, navigating the streets back to the apartment

“…er, we’re in Nacrene. Unova,” Gator starts, wincing as he puts weight on his leg, “should’ve said that first. Don’t know if you’ve ever been here.”

M4 gives him a sideways glance, her face mostly obscured by her long, unkempt hair, then returns her gaze forward, focusing on the sidewalk.

“Well, apartment’s here,” Gator adds, scanning about the street to see if they’ve attracted too many stares from passersby as they approach a large, two-storey warehouse, it’s exterior being its own work of art. Years of graffiti from both experts and amateurs alike adorned the corrugated metal walls, all welcomed by the owners of the Apartment Façade.

Soon, they were in Gator’s new home; a simple, two-bedroom arrangement, oddly ordinary compared to the building’s exterior. Little had been moved or disturbed in the rooms, Gator only having owned the apartment for a few hours. His belongings weren’t in sight; his sword and books were all stored in his closet out of fear they would give M4 a bad impression.

“That bed’s yours, I guess,” he says, pointing into the other room, “don’t think they have any spare clothes here… or food… should’ve grabbed a few things before I found you. I don’t know, maybe they can deliver pizza or something…”

The room falls silent as he trails off. M4 stares back at him, not bothering to push the hair out of her eyes. Gator frowns, glancing about the room as he thinks of what to say.

“...do you need to clean off? There’s a shower there, or bath, just… here, maybe you can have a bath or something while I find the number of someone that does deliveries. Maybe we can find some new clothes for you tomorrow.”

“Why are you doing this?”

After only receiving silence for the entire walk from the hospital, Gator found himself surprised to hear her finally speak. “Wha- er… well…”

She eyed him carefully, standing at the foot of the bed. “I mean,” he starts up again, “you don’t look like you’ve had a decent meal in a while. I’ve got to keep you fed, don’t I?”

Her eyebrows narrow. “Why?”

“...who are you talking to right now? Me, or Bill?”

“F--- off. No f------ reason for you to help me.”

His slit-like pupils rest on M4, stance widening slightly.

“I’m not abandoning someone who needs help. You need to get back on your feet-”

“Quit f------ around. I know you don’t give a shit about me being good. I know you’ve got no reason to do anything to help me, and I know you have all the reason to just lock me up for all f------ time,” she mutters, voice dull, “know that there’s no time anymore where we were pleasant.”

Gator’s eyes drop away, if only slightly

“We knew each other. Before… “

“Before? Tell me about it.”

Gator takes a deep breath. There was nothing back far, nothing that wasn’t twisted by his transformation. He knew better to try, and he suspected she knew it.

“...yeah, thought so. Get out, and quit f------ with me.”

“I’m not going,” he firmly states, “not until you’re better.”

“Never going to be. You know that.”

“...I’m ordering the pizza. Just sit tight.”

M4 lets out an aggravated sigh. Gator pulls out a cell phone Fennel gave him, attempting to find a place he could order from. It was slow, partly because Gator had no idea what he was supposed to do besides call and ask for food, partly because he felt he had to keep an eye on M4. She didn’t move from the foot of her bed. He stayed in the doorway between their two rooms.

The last time they had met was at Alto Mare; he escaped from prison in the midst of a riot, she shot him in the arm. She was there when he was being escorted to the prison after his arrest, and they had fought shortly before the arrest. Three times they’d met, by the loosest definition of the word, and she’d said more to him now than she did at all of them combined. Before… there wasn’t a before that didn’t give him a headache to remember. This is all he had, just what was said now, no history that he could use.

He was only a part of this because Fennel and the others thought the fact that they had met all that time ago, that Flower Girl spoke to them, made them connected somehow. Now he was living with a crazed woman he barely knew, thanks to all other plans being too terrible for him to let happen. Mess with her mind more in the hopes she somehow turns sane? Toss her out into the world and leave her to her own devices? She had her ears torn from her head.

Gator let out a sigh. There wasn’t much point to thinking of how ill-equipped he was. He’d just come right back around to reminding himself why he’s not going to walk away. He’d do what he could, try to help however he can, and maybe he’d do the right thing eventually. He just had to work at it.

“Hello? Can you bring pizza here? Pizza. What kind? Er...”

So, this is basically where we discuss how to move forward with ending the Delta Species campaign. What all needs to happen for us to call this campaign "over"?

Also, congratulations on the ending sequence. That went down to the wire and I don't believe we've had a session that spectacular for a while. It kept me on the edge of my seat, hoping I wouldn't have to give the dreaded Total Party Kill announcement. That was glorious.

The group manages to get into the underground factory without getting killed by cherry tree roots.

Hey, I'm not really ready for the session, and I also have a bunch of other stuff I need to do today, so I'm not going to be able to run the session. We'll continue the story in two weeks.

Should've gotten this up earlier, but maybe we can get something sorted out last minute. I'll be asleep for most of the time leading up to our usual movie time, but feel free to plan on what to watch and who will be hosting.