The Deal: Revisited [History Repeats Itself]

[tber123]

What state are we currently in

Northern border of Texas, with Oklahoma being nearby

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[NotBomberguy]

release the 12 hours of built up speed and blast off to russia

[Refticus]

release the 12 hours of built up speed and blast off to russia

i hope u mean alternative universe russia. we were qpu aligned and everything.

[tber123]

> BLAST OFF TO ALTERNATE UNIVERSE RUSSIA WITH THE 12 HOURS OF SPEED FROM DRIVING TO TEXAS

Realizing that it's time to release all the built up speed from your drive to Texas, you triumphantly leap out of the car and start rushing in the direction of Russia using your secret technique. Everything around you becomes a blur as you keep going faster and faster, eventually reaching light speed. You eventually end up smashing into a tree at light speed, utterly obliterating it and causing you to lose your balance. You continue tumbling to the direction of Russia at light speed, punching through a skyscraper face-first and collapsing it, along with everything inside your head. Your lifeless corpse continues rolling along and destroying every single building, car, and person in it's path until it exits the United States and hits the ocean, where it continues skipping along the ocean like a rock until it finally hits land again. Your corpse continues screaming towards Russia, obliterating all of Africa and Europe along the way. Your posthumous journey finally comes to a stop when you smash into the Kremlin Senate, killing Vladimir Putin. At that point, all the built up speed has worn off.

Or at least, that's what would have happened if you knew how to make your dreams become memes. You have absolutely no idea how to release all that speed in a way that enables travelling to different universes, and this isn't some Super Mario 64 speedrun.

You are right outside the abandoned missile silo. While you were imagining blasting off to Russia, your party members went inside the missile silo to get some sleep. You should probably get some sleep, too. It's been yet another long day, and you've got another delivery tomorrow that will go horribly wrong for sure. You could pass out any second now from the exhaustion.

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, the overweight guy with a revolver-style grenade launcher, a geek known as Jimmy with a weird headset, and Jimmy's drone that looks like a mishmash of a tank and a spider.

Your inventory contains a silver, expandable entrepreneur  staff, 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, 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 gas mask. Your clothes are absolutely soaked in blood.

You are very badly wounded. Bruises everywhere and some minor bleeding here and there.

The Deal: Revisited is also on the Forum Games Discord (LINK HAS BEEN FIXED/UPDATED!)

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[NotBomberguy]

real life is boring go to sleep forever and dream

[Refticus]

get that fukken disk

[cromartini]

quit your job and become a research actor.

EDIT:
DONT VOTE FOR THE LETTER DELIVERING, IT IS GOING TO END UP IN A NUCLEAR WAR WITH A GIANT COMMUNIST INVASION, TRUST ME, IM FROM THE FUTURE.

[Space1255]

quit your job and become a research actor.

EDIT:
DONT VOTE FOR THE LETTER DELIVERING, IT IS GOING TO END UP IN A NUCLEAR WAR WITH A GIANT COMMUNIST INVASION, TRUST ME, IM FROM THE FUTURE.

Knowing how this went from delivering a package to a national lovebot war I would not be surprised if it went that directikn

[tber123]

> GO TO BED

You head inside the house, take an unoccupied bed, and lie down.

> SLEEP FOREVER

A deep, deep sleep washes over you. You dream of quitting your job and becoming the world's loveiest research actor. Everything goes well in your little dream world for about a week until it suddenly turns nightmarish. The last thing you remember before waking up is seeing your boss bursting into the middle of a research shoot and standing over you as he mutates rapidly. As you catapult awake from the nightmare, you suddenly realize that your boss is standing by the bed.

"Normally, I'd fire you." The boss says in a eerily calm voice. Despite the calm tone of voice, you can tell that the boss is pissed. "But the rest of my employees are either dead or missing. You've got a bunch of letters and a disk to deliver to the grandmothers in the West Peace Drive Retirement Home. Take this."

> ITS NOT OUR FAULT

You protest and try to explain that you didn't know the package would cause a lovebot revolution, but the boss doesn't hear any of it. "Take. This." He coldly replies.

> GET THAT loving DISK

You grab the disk.

> TAKE LETTERS

You take the letters.

> ASK IF THERE IS A TIME LIMIT

"How soon do they need this?" You ask.

"You've got three days. Maybe you can redeem yourself by not screwing up this simple delivery and causing the deaths of our clients. It's just a bunch of harmless old ladies, after all." The boss leaves the room.

> ASK HOW THE BOSS TRACKED US DOWN

"Wait! How did you even find me?" You ask.

The only reply you hear is the sound of a helicopter starting up outside and flying away.


You've got a bad feeling about this job. You can hear a little voice inside your head saying that it's probably going to end up in the United States getting nuked and the Soviet Union invading what's left of it. You don't even know where the West Peace Drive Retirement Home is. Is it in Texas, or is it in the city you lived in that just got destroyed by the love bots?

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, the overweight guy with a revolver-style grenade launcher, a geek known as Jimmy with a weird headset, and Jimmy's drone that looks like a mishmash of a tank and a spider.

Your inventory contains a silver, expandable entrepreneur  staff, 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, 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 gas mask.

You are healthy and uninjured.

The Deal: Revisited is also on the Forum Games Discord.

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[cromartini]

weep in pain and dispair.

[Refticus]

consider joining the syndicate with the fukken disk now in your inventory and nuke that god damn space station

[Space1255]

Here we loving go
Recruit help from trusted people to help deliver the letters.

[NotBomberguy]

side jump like in zelda to get there faster

[Notorious B.I.G.]

"Obama, you're fired!"

[Rabbot32]

does Google maps still work