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110e94 No.143105

Welcome to (Монстры) ОП охота (Formerly Known As: "OP Hunt").

For those of you who do not know, (Монстры) ОП охота is based off of a long abandoned CYOA known as "Monsterz". Starting now, I am assuming direct control of Monsterz and merging it with OP Hunt to create (Монстры) ОП охота. Major changes are on the way in which way the story is headed. Don't miss out.

Here are the original Monsterz threads:

Pt. 01 https://archive.is/TSjKZ

Pt. 02 https://archive.is/99g79

Pt. 03 https://archive.is/1MT4X

Pt. 04 https://archive.is/8QDtI

Pt. 05 https://archive.is/ZyR3e

Pt. 06 https://archive.is/fPhjV

Pt. 07 https://archive.is/XmcQX

Pt. 08 https://archive.is/OIAqq

Pt. 09 https://archive.is/Ev7TO

Pt. 10 https://archive.is/kfxg7

Here are the OP Hunt threads:

Pt. 1 https://archive.is/7htXs

Pt. 2 https://archive.is/YZ920

Pt. 3 http://archive.is/dtosz

"My name is Spalding, I believe you've played with my balls." - Ivan Ivanovitch Ivanovsky (Drunk)

110e94 No.143106

Bora shouts, "Looks like we've got company!". She sprints out the door. Curia chases her, "Wait, don't kill them… Yet! I need to read their minds!". She had a point though. You, Svea, and Nora rush outside and get in front of the listening outpost. It takes Tyra long enough for her to scramble for her gun and follow you out the door. Aiming in their general direction, she pulls the trigger to her Mosin-Nagant M44, a loud ear-splitting bang tears through the air. The horse gets spooked, rears up, flipping over the cart, and runs away. The Cait Siths, armed with swords, get up from the ground and attempt to preform a charge.

Nora and Svea kneel, laying down supressing fire with their SKSs. Bora takes careful aim with her Tokarev TT-33 and fires into the group. This causes the charge to trip and scramble, the Cait Siths now serching for the nearest tree to hide behind. You go prone, and start immobilizing the perpetrators with your Arisaka Type 44. They lay on the ground in pain, one coming out from behind a tree with his hands in the air, screaming "I'm Unarmed! Please Stop!". You all stop firing, but keep your weapons shouldered as you slowly approach the siths laying on the ground. "Keep an eye on them, let me handle this," says Curia. The mindflayer goes up to each Cait Sith, picking at their brains with her tentacle, getting any info she can out of them.

After she is done with the last one, the one that had his hands up, she walks back to you and reports, "They were the second party sent after you, headed to that abandoned town we were at earlier. Pathos is sending out their grunts to capture you, congratulations on being Pathos's most wanted.". You look back at the failed capture attempt squirming in pain on the ground. So much for the attempt, they get an A for effort, but an F for execution.

What do?


c01bb5 No.143132

>>143106

Tie them to the hood of the truck obviously.


dea685 No.143141

>>143106

Line all the injured ones up and execute them in a firing line. Let the last one go. Hopefuly it sends a message to Pathos that we aren't to be fucked with.

>>143132

MEDIOCRE


8dcf47 No.143152

>>143105

What actually happened to OP anyways? Did she simply get bored of /monster/ or something?

Please come back we need more awesome drawfags


dea685 No.143154

>>143152

She was an artist from tumblr sort of new to /monster/ and imageboards in general. She was a furfag, horsefucker, and weeaboo all at the same time. On tumblr, she did comissions and stuff. She still does that today. She probably abandoned it because she saw it as a waste of time. Unlike on tumblr, she didn't get a dime out of the hours she spent here. She ended up spending money on a website wide ad for 8chan to advertise her CYOA. It was probably an attempt to gather more potential customers, however, it didn't seem to work, so she pulled out without a single goodbye. She should of known we would be the very last people to give horsefucker furfags on tumblr money.


110e94 No.143167

You walk towards the group laying on the ground. "Is being of shame no doctor in Pathos can be bullet wound of treatings," you say. A mercy kill was certainly in order for them. Nothing quite shocks people like a bullet hole, living in a world with no guns. "I want you lying on ground to be of standing up in a line, shoulder to shoulder.". You turn to Bora and request, "Bora, make sure uninjured one not be of in line or running away.". Bora nods and grabs him by the shoulder, dragging him over to where you stood with the muzzle pressed up against his temple.

In front of you, the injured slowly stood up and formed a single file line, facing you, a permanent expression of fear cast into their face. There wasn't that much, only five of them. All male, none female. "What are we doing now," asks Svea. You lowly mumble into her ear, "Have Nora and Tyra line up next to me like them. We are of doing firing line for execution.". Svea nods her head, and goes off to issue the order to Nora and Tyra.

In little time, they line up next to you, staring down the line of siths. "Take aim," you command to the line. Svea, Nora, Tyra and you raise your weapons and take a target. One of them manages to cough out, "You'll never be getting away with this!". You frown at the remark and reply, "I think I already have.". As they stand in line, awaiting their doom, you turn your head and check the others. They are ready to fire.

You give the command, "Fire.". The cait siths start dropping as muzzles sing of their end. Bora keeps the hostage's head pointed at the display. You lower your gun, and walk up to the shaking cait sith. You squat down and look him in the eyes. He does his best to avoid making direct contact at you as he shakes in fear. "Be of telling friends, coming after Ivan is bad for health.". As you talk, he sort of looks at you, his pupils dilating a bit more for each word.

You stand up and gesture to Bora to release him. She complies, removing the pistol from his skull, and the cait sith takes off, running like hell. You take a sip of vodka as you watch the spectacle. You then tell Bora, "Rifle seem to be of fine for sith removal.".

What do?


c01bb5 No.143168

>>143167

looks like we should start finding out ways to make the people unruly. Ether by posters, acts of sabotage, or assassination… Or maybe we could win their image by removing all bandit kots…


110e94 No.144213

"How we be of telling people," you ask Svea. You felt it was very important that the people should be up in arms about the situation. "I don't know," she answers, "But killing the mayor seemed to tip a scale of five. Word is still spreading about what happened to Muller, after he got caught laundering money for Pathos. We could go after leadership, or we could stack bodies so high that the government's goons would refuse to come after us and cause internal stress.".

Nora pulls up her SKS and taps on the scope, "Well, with these, an assassination might be in order during a public event.". She had a point. The leaders here didn't surround themselves in bullet proof glass every time they made a speech. Shooting from a distance would be easy. "However, it would probably be best if we did this ourselves. We can't guarantee the current ruler will be removed so the vice can step in.".

You though you might be able to handle long range shooting, however, there was the issue of a nations leader getting assassinated. You ask the two Logos agents, "What about propaganda? We need to be of making sure nobody miss leader.". Svea drops her elbows and pinches her chin. "I think we would need access to a rather large newspaper printer, and get them to publish something. I know there's one in the town nearby, but it's rather small."

"I remember going to a bigger one in Pragma during a little mission for changing opinions, but I couldn't pull it off. It didn't go through for some reason," says Nora. "We could try it again. Since Muller died, everyone would be glued to the papers.". You would probably figure out what went wrong if you went there, and you would have an advantage in volume, but the local one would be a sure fire way to get anything at all printed.

What do?


c01bb5 No.144215

>>144213

We go and do some intimidating to the big paper to print story. and if they don't listen, we use flame thrower and go to next big paper using the other one as an example.


110e94 No.145989

"Let us be getting to newspapers first," you tell Nora. You were not sure how the citizens would react if their leader got killed the next day. It would be best if public opinion was shaped in order to prevent a botched assassination where a bad replacement was selected. "If we be of pulling this off, we need to be of get public support.".

Nora slips the sling of her rifle back over her shoulder. "So, how exactly are we going to do this. We can't just walk into the place, especially if we're dressed up in the Logos uniform and all.". Svea ponders a thought for a moment while Nora goes on rambling. "Plus, we also got this huge truck nobody has ever seen before, we can't exactly hide that after going into town. We're also limited to space, and not everyone can go with us. Not everyone needs to go with us either. For instance," Nora looks around then gets closer to you. She whispers, "Rosh, Tyra, Kaori, and Bora, what are they going to do?"

She sort of had a point, however, they all have done their share in the past. They weren't as useless as Nora made them out to be, you knew that for sure. "They've be of doing things too before you two come along," you tell her. "You know what we also have," says Svea.

"What do we have," asks Nora. Svea raised her finger to talk. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. "Ahh, umm, never mind, Yllka ran off with the last of the chromosomes.".

You raise your arm and point to the bodies of the dead Cait Siths laying on the ground. "Could you not be of using chromosomes form them," you ask. Svea gives you a shrug before heading off and looking at the bodies. "I though it could influence people's minds or something," says Svea.

Nora then starts talking again, "Now I remember. I couldn't change the paper back in Pragma because the government has 'Opinion Checkers' that control what goes out. There are many things we need to do, but we need to think of a specific plan if we were to hit a printer. Any ideas Svea?". Svea doesn't respond right away. While you were trying to drum up something, your hear Svea say, "b0ss.".

What do?


c01bb5 No.146050

>>145989

OP HAS RETURNED!

I guess we should find those opinion checkers and put these dead kots in their beds/on their doorsteps first.


b1b447 No.146101

>>145989

We should find a map of Pragma first so we can coordinate our moves. I'm guessing we could find this map somewhere in town, but I'm not sure if ew should go back or not after killing Muller. It could be over run with government spies for all we know.


b1b447 No.146103

Fugg, forgot sage


110e94 No.146169

"I think we should be of finding map to Pragma first," you say. "Does the nearby town of having a map?". Nora scratches her head for a moment, trying to think. She turns and looks at Svea, who has turned a shade of pink. "ey b0ss!" she blurts out.

"I can't answer you question Ivan," says Nora. A smile spreads across her face as she shifts her position to Curia. "She'd probably know the answer," Nora cops out. Curia furrows her brow at Nora, who is retreating to go see whats up with Svea.

"I don't know," says Curia. "Pathos isn't known for it's skilled cartographers. There probably is a map of Pragma, but you'd probably have to go to Pragma first.". Things were not looking so good if you planned on doing anything sophisticated. Perhaps there was another way.

What do?


c353cc No.146216

>>146169

Well. We got a cell phone, we got Rosh and Tyra, who have wings. Why not fly overhead and take a picture? As for now, we will need Curia to point us in the right direction. Not sure who we should all bring and leave behind though.


110e94 No.149482

You take out your Nokia brick from your pocket to see if it still has a charge. It's been a while since you charged it last, but it's not like it has had to use any wireless radios to stay connected to a network. Pressing the unlock button reveals about %70 battery left. You were thankful of that. "I don't like that thing," says Nora, "They way it played back our voices and stuff.". She shudders as you slip the phone back into your pocket. "We be of using this to take aerial photography of town, then drawings map be," you say.

"Sounds like a good idea. Oh, and while we are at it, we could use that, thing, to show the newsprinters exactly what Muller said," points out Svea. Accurate information would sure help get the word out there since the people probably should know what the government is doing behind their backs. "But yeah, use that and make Rosh draw a map or two.".

"That is of plan," you assure her. You turn around and start walking towards the door of the listening post. Ever since the Cait Siths were killed, Tyra and Bora headed back inside. You reach for the handle and push the door open. Rosh and Tyra look at your general direction, instinctively from hearing the door open. "I will be needing one of you winged for…," you cut yourself off. You look back at the both of them and notice a slight issue.

While it was entirely possible to take aerial photos of the town, there was a anatomical issue. Rosh and Tyra could not take a picture while flying because both of their arms were required to fly as they doubled as wings.

You focus is taken back to the sound of Tyra's footsteps. You turn your head to see you approach you, a somewhat worried look on her face. Tyra asks, "Need us for what Ivan? Did you… Want to fly somewhere?".

What do?


c01bb5 No.149515

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>>149482

Looks like it is time to create ingenious soviet peoples helmet gun camera.


c353cc No.149555

>>149482

>>149515

If I'm not mistaken, Tyra has the strength to carry us if we ride on her back. We can ride on her back and engage in mid-air cuddles while we take pictures from there.


c01bb5 No.149806

>>149555

Niet. We tape phone to face.


23a755 No.150456

>>149806

Why not tape face to phone?


c353cc No.151376

>>150456

>>149806

>tape phone to face

>move hand attached to wing to take picture

>loose stability in air immediately

Retards


110e94 No.151948

"I be of needing you to be doings something for me Tyra," you say, holding the phone in your hand. You look around the place for something to fasten the phone onto her forehead with. The place was now organized, unlike last time you stayed here. Looking around, you see Bora going through your backpack and maliciously counting through the inventory laid out in front of her. This must be what happens when an anubis has nothing to do.

"Where is of being rope or wire," you ask her. She lifts a paw into the air and points to a drawer against the wall without giving it a second look. You walk over to the drawer and open it up, seeing some thick gauge wire and some rope. You take a hat off of Tyra's head, and set it on top of the drawer. You unroll a length of wire and bend it at one place until it breaks. Taking the segment and the Nokia, you make a ridged mount for the phone and attach it to the hat. You turn on the camera to the hat and set it on Tyra's head. She looks around with the camera on her head, squinting her eyes so they focus on the screen right in front of her face. "What is this for," she asks.

"You see, when you be of flying above city, you press button to take picture," you say as you tap the shutter button on the top of the phone. The camera makes a clicking noise and the flash shines for a moment. "When we be of taking picture, we take picture to Rosh and have him draw map of area." Tyra moves one of her claws and taps the shutter button. "Like that?". You nod your head.

You walk outside of the building, Tyra following along with you. "So this is it," asks Nora as she inspects the hat. You shrug as Tyra takes a picture of Nora. "Hmm, wouldn't she loose stability in the air if she used this," asks Nora. "Engineering will be of working self out," you answer to Nora. Assuming you were all ready to go, you go to the truck and open up the door, sitting in the driver's seat. Tyra climbs into the bed of the truck, ready to go. Nora enters through the passenger door and closes the door behind her. "Are Svea and Curia not coming with," you ask to Nora. You look around and see Svea is still pink, jumping around the dead bodies of the Cait Siths. You focus back on Nora and notice her faces has twisted from what it was at earlier. Her eyes were bagged and her mouth was dropped, fangs extended. She jumps on you and illfully moans, "Please Ivan, I haven't had blood for days.". She does look rather sick.

What do?


23a755 No.151979

>>151948

OH SHIT YOU'RE STILL ALIVE!

If there is any blood left in the twat cats, then tell Nora to get blood from there, otherwise let her get some blood from us.


c01bb5 No.151983

>>151948

Just have Tyra take a video of her flight above town. We can take a freeze frame at the peak of her flight and call it a day.


110e94 No.152084

I have not been updating frequently because I have been working on something else for /monster/ during the time.

You push back at Nora, but she still tries to force herself on you. "Can't you be of drinking dead Cait Sith blood," you ask her as you try to keep your neck away from her fangs. She looks up at the spectacle of Svea playing with the dead bodies. You couldn't tell what was going on, but you could hear a muffled, "Nyess!", followed by the sight of a dismembered leg flying through the air.

"No, remember what I told you Ivan," she says as she leans in closer. Without wasting any time, she sinks her fangs into your neck and starts drinking. Luckily for you, it didn't hurt. She takes her sweet time drinking your blood until she could take it no longer. She pulls back and starts coughing. "Damnit," she pouts. Feeling light headed from blood loss, you get up in your seat and try to start the truck. It takes you a couple of attempts to get the key into the ignition, but you eventually do it. The truck starts up.

"Just… Just g-go down the road," stutters Nora. You recall you had drank plenty of vodka earlier today, and just like last time, Nora got drunk off of your blood. You weren't in the best condition for driving either, but someone had to do it. You were the only one who knew how to operate it. You move the column shifter and push down on the accelerator. The truck launches backwards, running over the pile of dead bodies. "Blyat," you shout as you shift it into drive. The truck creeps forwards, running over the bodies again. You then start driving down the dirt roads, following the drunken guidance of Nora.

Down the road, you saw what looked like a flimsy loot cart being towed by what you thought were Cait Sith bandits. Pretending you were at The Zone: San Andreas edition as a member of the Akina Speed Stars playing a game of bowling, you press the emergency super eurobeat button, roll down the window and yell, "A NU CHEEKI BREEKI I V DAMKE!" as you floor it. You plow into the cart and Cait Siths, the reinforced rolled steel bumper you had attached earlier protected the truck from damage, to the point where one would say, "They don't make them like they used to.". Scraps of wood, stolen trinkets, parts of the cart, and bodies went flying in all directions. A body slid up the bumper, being pushed by the wind, landing on the windshield. You turn on the windshield wipers and the body is forced off the window, and falls to the ground.

You reached across the cabin and opened up the glove box. To your disappointment, there was no can of silver spray paint. As you swerve down the road, trying to interpret what Nora was saying, you come across the Cait Sith bandit camp from earlier. You had thought you had cleared it out, but it has already been re-occupied. Wanting to waste no time, you drive through the gate and go straight through, taking out several small buildings in the process. You also hit a pair of horses that was towing what looked like a long flat wagon with several cages on it. Your bumper, being the glorious testament of drunken soviet engineering, absorbs all of the impact without failing. You were starting to think it was more useful than the flamethrower.

Not seeing a way out of the camp, you decided to just make a way out and plow between two watch towers, making a large hole in the wall. A couple more minutes of recklessly speeding down the roads, you reach your destination. You get out of the truck and Tyra hops out of the bed. You try to tell her to just take a video instead so she doesn't loose stability in air, but instead, "You see Tyra, when use video of phone, you not picture take for fear of falling.". She looks at you with sort of a half smile, and says, "Okay Ivan.". She spreads her arms and takes off into the air, Nokia on her face and Mosin hanging by the sling at her chest. You stumble back into the truck and observe Tyra flying in the distance.

"I bet you got a cute d-dick," says Nora as a hand creeps towards your crotch. You swat at her hand, shouting "Nyet! Nyet!". She retracts her hand and remains still for the time being, muttering out drunk advances on you. Suddenly, you see Tyra start to tumble out of the sky, falling down behind the city. You then see a large plume of smoke shoot up into the sky, shaped sort of like a mushroom cloud, followed by a seismic shock and a loud boom.

What do?


23a755 No.152087

>>152084

Jet it to where Tyra fell, causing as much property damage as possible on the way.


c01bb5 No.152210

>>152084

Jesus we should have saved some mix tapes of the offspring and bad religion if I knew were were gonna go all crazy taxi on them.


9b7961 No.155436

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You were not sure if you could believe your eyes or not. Maybe it was the sudden blood loss that caused it. Maybe drinking fluids would help you recover from Nora's bite a bit quicker. Blood is a fluid, so it would make sense to restore this fluid with more fluids. Vodka is also a fluid. You take a bottle and drink a hefty amount.

After you drink, you start driving in the general direction of the mushroom cloud. The truck happily skips along the dirt road as you re-inact American History X on the accelerator pedal. The road, being a dirt road not exactly maintained by the government, was naturally littered with obstacles like carts and cait siths. Fortunately, that didn't slow down the 24 VALVE CUMMINS DIESEL POWER you had at your disposal. You remember you driving teacher saying something along the lines of "Speed Kills," but as it turns out, it only kills those that weren't built like a Volvo 240.

As you recklessly drive along the road, wrestling the steering wheel like it was some single mother fighting for her alimony check, you can hear Nora screaming. She was sliding along the leather bench seats as you threw the truckdozer around corners and into carts. She was lucky the cops weren't around to pull you over because your passenger didn't put on a seatbelt.

Not needing a map because you were using the towering cloud as a reference point, you drive into the town. The couple of guards at the edge diving to the side for their lives as you speed your way into town. People scattered the streets, clearing the road as they heard the roar of an upset diesel motor darting down the streets. Coming up at a corner, you turn the wheel to make a sharp turn. The traction control system whispers "No," causing you to plow into a conveniently placed building. The oaken walls not strong enough to stop MUT TORQUE, the Ram 2500 glides straight on through. Stacks of newsprint fly around in the air like the spores of an excited Matango upwind of a potential mate.

Fortunately, that building was on the edge of the town, the scenery turning into plains in contrast with the heavily timbered southern region you were in earlier. The mushroom cloud was in clear sight now, located at a soft hill not to far away. The closer you got, the lower the ambient lighting got, to the point where you had to turn on your headlights to see a little better. The grass slowly faded from a green into a yellow, the dark dust cloud rising higher into the sky, creating the look of a potential thunderstorm. The place was silent, the only sounds being that of the diesel engine.

You finally make it to the base of the mushroom cloud at the foot of the hill. Getting out of the truck, you notice there was a giant scar in the earth going through the mountain. About three or four meters wide, but cut in very deep. As you stumble towards the strange landform to see if you could drive through it, you hear a voice call out from behind, "K-Kill me.".

Turning around, you see a cait sith plastered to the bumper of your truck. You take your rifle and walk up to it, extending the bayonet. Using the flat edge of it, you pry the cait sith off the bumper, saying, "Cash, grass, or ass. Nobody rides for free.". The cait sith falls onto the ground with a moan, laying still as if she had accepted her fate. Turning back around, you walked up to the entrance of the scar in the earth. You stood there, wondering if you should go inside and check it out, or find a way around the hill. It looked pretty spooky. Roots were sort of poking out of the walls as loose dirt was blown off by the wind. Something had created this recently, and it could still be around.

What do?


be8bdc No.155451

>>155436

Reactor 4 of Chernobyl being of more scary than hole in ground. Cheeki our breeki and investigate.

HALT BEING OF A SHIT TIRES OF FIRE


e27d0d No.155502

File: 1457571277513.png (923.9 KB, 1024x768, 4:3, ClipboardImage.png)

>>155436

Throw a bolt before you walk inside.


c01bb5 No.155637

>>155436

Did we just run over the newspaper place?…


8093ec No.157438

You didn't like the aurora of the scar in the earth. Not only was all the grass within a few hundred yards dying, but the large crevice itself was alien in nature. Taking out a bolt, you chuck it into the scar, using it as some sort of sixth sense for abstract dangers. Sparks came off the bolt as it flew through the air and bounced against the dirt, ending with a bright fizz. Spooky. You stick your hand into the trench, the air around it warping and bending the light as if you had submerged it in water. Your hand feels alright other than that.

Deciding to be brave, you step into the scar, your vision warping as your head makes it inside. Maybe it would be less horrific if you closed your eyes, but you needed them to see where you were going. Looking behind you, Nora sat in the truck, not even bothering to get out or follow. A nervous look set into her face as she watched you walk into the scar.

The walk down the scar was rather easy, but very uncomfortable. The sky above didn't give you much light, as it had been turned to a muddy brown by the clouds. The air that blew over the crevice made a howling noise, drowning out the minute echos in the distance of things in an empty field such as barking dogs. The scar was about 200 yards long, by far, the strangest 200 yards you have ever walked.

Towards the end of the scar you get a distorted glimmer of the cobalt of Tyra's scales with the contrast of her white skin. Both of which made her stand out in the dark dirt. When you finally get up to her, you see her laying on the ground, face down. The Mosin and Nokia in front of her. She doesn't seem to move.

What do?


8093ec No.157439

>>157438

blyad forgot name


be8bdc No.157442

>>157438

Be of checking for life.

Even if she is kill, carry her back for proper burial.


c01bb5 No.157453

>>157442

Don't you fucking talk like that!


8093ec No.158168

You walk over to Tyra and crouch down besides her. Putting a finger on her neck, you can feel she still has a pulse. You grab her shoulder and rock her back and fourth. "Wake up Tyra!". She rolls over on her own and gets up. You can see excessive dirt caked onto the rifle and phone. "Wha-? Am I dead," she asks.

"No, you not of being dead. What be of happen to you," you ask. She looks around at the trench and then back at her equipment. "Oh," she says, "When I tried to take a picture, the rifle swung in front of me and I lost balance. Well, um, when I landed, the rifle and this thing you gave me took the blow. I'm fine.".

You look over Tyra. She was the same as you had last remembered her. No extra scratches, no nothing. There were a couple of extra scratches on her Mosin and the Nokia, but not much else.

"So did ground be of losing in war between Nokia and Mosin," you ask Tyra. She looks around the area and just shrugs. "I guess so," she replies. You start walking back out the scar, Tyra in tow. Back at the truck, you see Nora had blacked out and was laying on the ground, a puddle of vomit next to her. You look through the Nokia while Tyra brushes off her Mosin, searching for footage of the town. All you could find was footage of the crash, and the video itself was blurry and shaky. Looks like you had no clear view of the town through the camera.

What do?


8093ec No.158169

forgot of being unsaged


be8bdc No.158177

>>158168

be of mapping town with dashcam in truck

may or may not create new streets as buildings get in way of truck


c01bb5 No.158229

>>158177

All while taxiing people around to the local tower records while listening to the offspring!




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