The Deal: Revisited [History Repeats Itself]

[GrapeJellyToastMan]

masturbate for stress relif

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[Refticus]

realise once again you're being written into a doom scenario which you have a 0.001% chance of surviving.
breach the fourth wall and seek vengeance against whoever is writing your fate, they want you to die.

[Space1255]

Ask around who has weapons. I have a plan.

[Blue Screen]

all we gotta do to end this is remove the upgrade that made them turn into killer cyborgs
and then rebuild civilization

[cromartini]

Welp thats it.
Theres no physical way you can win this ba-
Is that a combat robot walking towards us ?
Why is that combat robot standing by us ?
Why isnt that combat robot currently beating the stuff out of us ?

[tber123]

> REALIZE THAT YOU'RE forgetED AND BREAK THE FOURTH WALL FOR REVENGE

You're getting the feeling that some sort of cruel, cruel entity is writing your life and making you suffer just for the amusement of other, equally crueller entities. Break the fourth wall? But how? If this entity that the revelation speaks of can control your fate, then he could just as easily---

Wait a minute, what were you thinking about again? You remember being distressed about something, but you can't remember what exactly it was.



"DRIVE! DRIVE!" The manager suddenly screams, pointing to the portal. Strange, alien creatures start falling from the portal in the distance and landing in the city that you just escaped from. The alien creatures are grotesque mockeries of the world as you know it that cannot even be comprehended, and the very sight of them causes the hair on your neck to stand up as you shudder violently. You start hearing alien shouts of "TEKELI-LI! TEKELI-LI!" in the distance, followed by robotic voices in the distance chanting "Syha'h uaaah kadishtu geb nglui gnaiih mg n'ghft athg." The alien creatures continue falling through the portal until they engulf the entire city. Good thing you're on the outskirts of the city, though. You're too far away to be noticed by any of them.

> MASTURBATE

Really? Abominations straight out of HP Lovecraft are invading and the first thing you do is masturbate?

> ITS FOR STRESS RELIEF

Oh. Okay. While everyone else is distracted by the alien invasion, you discreetly masturbate. A few more seconds pass until the manager screams again. "DRIVE! DRIVE! RED CAP, DRIVE!"

The man in the red baseball cap continues staring at the city, dumbfounded.

"forget's sake!" The manager shouts. "You there! Drive us out of here! You're in good enough condition to operate the pedals unlike the rest of us!" The manager points to you as he pulls the man with the red baseball cap back into the van. You move over to the driver's seat.

> ASK ABOUT WHO HAS WEAPONS

You consider asking around to see if anyone has a weapon, but then you remember that everyone else in the van is already armed. You're suddenly reminded of the traumatic times in your childhood where the other schoolkids and even the principal mocked you for having "The memory of a goldfish." Countless hours of your childhood were spent on swearing for revenge, but nothing ever came of that.

> ASK THE MANAGER WHERE HE PUT THE UPGRADE YOU DELIVERED

"The upgrade?" The manager asks. "Why?"

> TELL HIM WE GOTTA UNDO THE UPGRADE AND REBUILD THE CITY

You explain your plan to undo the upgrade and rebuild the city. The manager replies that he uploaded the upgrade to the robots through a special terminal in the Roboloveual Wrangler, but the Roboloveual Wrangler burned down to the ground along with the terminal. Your plans to rebuild the city are regarded as hopeful but misguided, since the city is being overtaken by massive swarms of otherworldly horrors and a bunch of guys in a van can't possibly clean that up.

> CONTINUE DRIVING TO TEXAS

You start driving the van to Texas. The road is mostly empty, and the other cars present are driving as fast as they can away from the city. The red sky slowly starts turning black as night begins to creep into the world. As the hours pass by, you notice the fuel indicator inside the van slowly turning towards the letter E. All the gas stations you find have already been ransacked and looted, and you soon run out of fuel in the middle of an abandoned freeway, littered with other abandoned cars.

The red sky has already finished turning black. Nightfall is upon you, and the absence of any man-made lighting has resulting in nearly everything being pitch black.

> USE PHONE AS A FLASHLIGHT AND LOOK AROUND

North: A bunch of broken down or abandoned cars that conveniently didn't block off every lane of the freeway, only most of them. There is a strange man sitting on top of a nearby car along with a robot, which strangely isn't attacking anyone. Both the man and his robot silently glare at you. Further to the north is the rest of the freeway, and even further to the north is the city you just escaped from, where a giant portal containing alien abominations opened up, and a strange mist started spreading.

West: The opposite side of the freeway. The only thing preventing you from crossing over to the opposite side is a concrete divider that's as high as your waist. More broken down cars litter the opposite side of the freeway. You see the hills to the west, too.

East: More hills with trees on them. You know that there's a large farm somewhere in the East.

South: The direction that you were just going in before the van ran out of gas. The man in the red baseball cap wanted to drive you to Texas, where his safehouse is. You estimate that Texas is only about an hour and a half away. There are a bunch of broken down or abandoned cars to the south, too. Thankfully, they aren't inconveniently placed and can be easily driven around.




The man and his robot glaring at you seem awfully suspicious. Were they waiting there the whole time?

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As a reminder, your party contains the M60-toting manager of the Roboloveual Wrangler, the man with a red baseball cap who packs a improvised flamethrower, a man with a machine pistol, a man with a sawn-off shotgun, and the overweight guy with a revolver-style grenade launcher.

Your inventory contains a M79 Grenade Launcher, RPG-7, ZTK-501 Plasma Rifle, phone, and a wallet with a few hundred dollars.

You are wearing regular civilian clothes that make you look like an average guy, and a bowler hat. Your bowler hat is damaged, with the top part having been sliced off.

You are badly wounded, bleeding, hungry, and thirsty.

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[Refticus]

repeat breaking the fourth wall so we can leave this cycle

[Space1255]

Call the Navy

[tber123]

> BREAK FOURTH WALL

It's back! The feeling that some cruel, cruel entity is writing your life, oh the humanity---

Wait a minute, what just happened? Something something, distressed about something once again. Can't remember. You suddenly find a note in your hands telling you not to do it again. Do what again?

> DO IT AGAIN AND AGAIN

It suddenly comes back! You were trying to escape your own reality! You strain your brain trying to think of a way to escape...

... And then a lightning storm suddenly rolls in. A random bolt of lightning strikes you, causing you to collapse to the floor spasming. When you finish spasming, you can't remember anything from the last few seconds. There is another note in your hands warning you of the consequences if you do it again.

> BREAK THE FOURTH WALL HARDER

Remembering once again, you strain your brain a second time... And immediately get struck by a second bolt of lightning. And a third. And a fourth. And a fifth. An ice cream truck suddenly smashes into you and sends you flying, and then a stray bullet splatters your grey matter all over the freeway.

The last thing that went through your head, other than that bullet, was the thought of what the hell just happened to you.

*** You have died. GAME OVER. ***
RESTORE, RESTART, QUIT?

> RESTORE

Done.

> CALL THE NAVY

Not knowing what the phone number for the Navy is, either, you try calling 911 again.

"911, what's your emergency?" A voice responds.

Meanwhile, the man and his robot continue staring at you.

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As a reminder, your party contains the M60-toting manager of the Roboloveual Wrangler, the man with a red baseball cap who packs a improvised flamethrower, a man with a machine pistol, a man with a sawn-off shotgun, and the overweight guy with a revolver-style grenade launcher.

Your inventory contains a M79 Grenade Launcher, RPG-7, ZTK-501 Plasma Rifle, phone, and a wallet with a few hundred dollars.

You are wearing regular civilian clothes that make you look like an average guy, and a bowler hat. Your bowler hat is damaged, with the top part having been sliced off.

You are badly wounded, bleeding, hungry, and thirsty.

SWAT One's Unofficial Forum Games Discord

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repeat breaking the fourth wall so we can leave this cycle

Not exactly sure if I want to have the Protag breach the fourth wall because that would feel like a sorta-repeat of how BLOODLUST ended

[plad101]

Go talk to the man and his robot

[Refticus]

remember what happened in your previous life and become a doomsayer, repeating that the world is being written by some freakazoid on the forums and he wants us all to die

[Space1255]

Remember that the info line is 411. Hang up saying sorry. Call 411 and ask for the Navy's number.

[GrapeJellyToastMan]

Bandage yourself and eat and drink

[tber123]

> HANG UP AND CALL 411 BEFORE ASKING FOR THE NAVYS NUMBER

Hanging up with a quick "Sorry" and leaving the 911 operator hanging, you try dialing 411 and asking around for information. You successfully get the Navy's phone number.

> PROCLAIM THAT A FREAKAZOID IS WRITING THE WORLD AND OUR INEVITABLE DEATHS

You inform your party that the reality we all live in is being written by a random guy, and that the random guy has already written in our inevitable deaths.




Everyone else laughs it off and thinks that you're crazy.

> LOOT NEARBY CARS

Available loot from the nearby abandoned cars:
A hammer.
Some string.
A magnet.
An issue of a magazine called "The Manly Man's Guide to Surviving the Apocalypse".
A poster for an upcoming movie called "BRUTALITY". On the poster itself is the head of a masked serial killer looking down at his victims, who have all been horrifically mutilated.
An article published in a medical journal about some sort of affliction known as "Protagonist Syndrome".
A Rolex watch.
Several hundred dollars.
Some bandages.
Fast food that never got to be eaten.
A bottle of water.
A bunch of gas masks.
A new bowler hat.


> REPLACE OLD BOWLER HAT WITH NEW BOWLER HAT

Done. You toss away your old bowler hat like the worthless garbage it is and put on a newer, loveier bowler hat.

> LOOT EVERYTHING THAT ISN'T NAILED DOWN

All those years of playing adventure games on your grandpa's computer as a child have finally paid off. After all, everything that isn't nailed down is going to be relevant later on, no matter how improbable. You take all the things.

> BANDAGE SELF BEFORE CONSUMING FOOD AND DRINK

You use up all the bandages you looted to stop the bleeding, and then you open the still-warm bag of fast food before absolutely devouring everything. You wash everything down with a drink of nice, crystal clear water afterwards.

> WEAR ROLEX WATCH

You slip on the fancy Rolex watch. Being fancy feels good.

> TALK TO THE MAN WITH THE ROBOT

You approach the man and the robot, both of them still standing on top of an empty car and staring at you. "H-h-h-ello... T-there." The man stutters. "I-I've been m-meaning to ask you if y-you knew the directions to the... The Robotics Convention. It's s-somewhere in this cit-ty, but my car b-broke down. I-I didn't w-want to be r-rude and interrupt you." You get a good look at the man himself. He's at least 17 years of age, has a speech impediment, wears a white shirt with a breast pocket, some shorts, and a weird headset. The man's robot itself is some sort of dog-sized drone, being a mishmash of a walking tank and a spider. "T-this is my robot I was planning to s-submit to the contest they were going to have... B-but it looks like e-everything went to sh-stuff and the c-convention is probably cancelled. C-can you g-give me a ride back to Texas?" The man asks.

> SAY THAT OUR VAN HAS NO GAS

"Oh." The man replies. "C-can I at l-least tag along w-with you? My d-drone can do things. Lots of t-things. All by i-itself."

The overweight man in your party whispers something into your ear while you ponder on whether to allow the new kid to join you. "Where are we going to get gas for the van? Does the robot have any gas?"

> _

As a reminder, your party contains the M60-toting manager of the Roboloveual Wrangler, the man with a red baseball cap who packs a improvised flamethrower, a man with a machine pistol, a man with a sawn-off shotgun, and the overweight guy with a revolver-style grenade launcher.

Your inventory contains a M79 Grenade Launcher, RPG-7, ZTK-501 Plasma Rifle, phone, hammer, some string, a magnet, a magazine called The Manly Man's Guide to Surviving the Apocalypse, a movie poster for BRUTALITY, an article about Protagonist Syndrome, a bunch of gas masks, and a wallet with several hundred dollars.

You are wearing regular civilian clothes that make you look like an average guy, a Rolex watch, and a bowler hat.

You are badly wounded.

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[Space1255]

Read about protagonist syndrome.