/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

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>Ever since you were a little boy, you’ve always wanted to travel amongst the stars.

>Your father’s father had once shown you an old video once of rockets flying into space years back, and from that moment you wanted to be on one of those rockets.

>As luck would have it though, you were stuck on Earth, living with the 14 other billion people in conditions one could expect of overpopulation in the year 2115.

>Which is to say not all that great.

>About two decades ago though, humanity made contact with a race that called themselves “Mamono”.

>As expected of first contacts, a war broke out and lasted several years before both sides realized why they were fighting each other. Or rather lack of a reason.

>Both sides worked on a peace agreement, and what they came up with they called the “Integration Act”: select groups of individuals numbering at about 150 million from each species would be selected via a lottery system and sent to live on specially constructed artificial worlds to live their lives normally (or at least as normally as you can get when you’re on an artificial world while also living with an alien species).

>They’re really just giant space stations.

>After the first successful test run, more of these stations were built, and more lotteries were held.

>And you never won.

>That is of course until they announced a new lottery for the newest, most advanced station yet a week ago.

>A week later you had packed what you owned, and within the day you were off to your new life.

>Of course they don’t really tell you what it’s going to be like living on one of the stations.

>After arriving in the docking area, you were herded along to one of dozens of futuristic trains, only to be sped off to what you’d later learn was called Gaia 1.

>Your new city.

>Your new home.

>It took you a day or two to unpack everything and set furniture up in your new apartment, but you finished.

>A bedroom with a bed, closet, dresser, and some shelving.

>A bathroom with a sink, toilet, a medicine cabinet, and a bath/shower.

>A kitchen with an induction stove, oven, microwave, cupboards, countertop space, and a fridge/freezer.

>A dining area with a table and two chairs.

>And a living area with a couch, coffee table, a few book cases, and a 40-inch (or 127 centimeter) flat-screen television, complete with a media player.

>You found out that after reading the pamphlet left to you in the kitchen, a government official would come by the next day to ask you some questions about your skills and past work experience, and two days after that you would be working in your new job.

>Overwhelmed by all that’s been happening, you turn in early for the night.

>As told the day before, an official came by in the morning with some paperwork for you to fill out, and about an hour later you were finished.

>Unsure of what to do, you decided to just sit around and do not much of anything for the rest of the day.

>Early on your second day in your new home you got a visit from another government official, bearing the results of your “test”.

What were the results of the “test”?

Also now would be the time to suggest things about the M.C. that are special (such as interests/what he does in his free time). If nobody thinks of anything inherently exciting I’m going to use a generic “plays video games, browses the internet, and watches anime all day” template.

Another thing is the M.C.’s name. Feel free to come up with something, and if no one does I’m defaulting to “Anon”, or some variation of it.

>>158901

We are Lamar Marshawn Anonson, our hobbies are basketball and buying overpriced shoes

hard to give you the results of the test when we don't know what it was for

>>158916

fuck me i forgot to sage, im a retard

>>158915

In hindsight, yeah, I probably should have noted that.

For anyone else who's reading, the "test" is for what the MC is good at and/or what his previous job back on Earth was (if he had one). The way this shit works (at least how I planned it) is that this shit ain't free; you need to work on one of these stations somehow. That is assuming you don't pay your way onto one which Anon couldn't do.

>>158916

Eh, the thread is relatively new, so it doesn't matter too much. Not saging is really only a problem when the OP hasn't updated for a week or more, or the thread is on page 15 and will never be updated again.

>>158920

Might update the pastebin when the story is finished to reflect on this too so it's less confusing to people who weren't in the thread.

>>158920

Oh, in that case the MC's previous jobs were, in order: warehouse employee, security guard for an office complex and most recently a mechanic

He scored well in skills with operating and fixing machinery and has a above average strength for his age group. But his problem solving and critical thinking skills are relatively lacking

Name: Gene Moonrock

Hobbies: Watching old holovids from the late 20th to early 21st century, napping, an appreciation for ancient slavic cuisine.

Occupation: You were an exterminator. Considering the cramped conditions of the "Hive" you lived in, there were many, many insects and rodents who threatened the food stores, so you have plenty of work. You were quite proficient at destroying insects if you do say so yourself.

Hates: Rats and Bugs. It's part of the job you know! Also does not like Arab-French cuisine. Ever since the great conversion of 2057, France and everything about it has become quite worthless.

Test Results: Excellent in physical fitness, able to navigate tight spaces and is not clausterphobic. Has a high sense of self-confidence and work ethic, but no real "goals" beyond getting to the station.

>>158901

>we live on a space station now

We mass effect now

I agree with >>158916

His bio sounds pretty good.

Name: Anon McKinley

Previous Occupations: Military Police, SWAT, Desk Sargent

Likes: Legs, whiskey

Dislikes: Crime, space narcotics, what the force has become

>>158925

Moonrock is a retarded last name, but other than that I like this suggestion.

>>158931

I think we should change it to something like Jovanović, which according to to Wikipedia is the most common Serbian surname

>>158931

There are no good antonyms for "Starwind"

>>158933

I…. I didn't intend to go full slav, but I guess that's not up to me.

>>158934

It's your fault for making the MC a slavaboo who hates frog kebabs and is an experienced exterminator

>You weren’t really sure what the test was meant for, but apparently it was to figure out what kind of job you would be “assigned”.

>Back on Earth you mostly had odd jobs working on machinery or electronics, and one time you took a job as an exterminator.

>That job was interesting, mostly because the man working with you had an incredibly thick Slavic accent, and used rather unorthodox methods to getting rid of pests.

>That is to say he smashed them to bits with whatever he brought with him will yelling curses in Russian. You’re pretty sure he was also half-drunk on vodka most of the time too.

>You enjoyed the feeling of metal in your hands or watching a machine slowly come to life after rusting away in a garage or warehouse, so on the test you put down “mechanic” and “electrician” as your previous work experience.

>You also noted in the Likes/Dislikes section that you preferred city life to living in the countryside.

>You also said that you didn’t like insects or rodents, and you were also still somewhat afraid of snakes due to an accident when you were younger.

>There’s still a faint scar on your right forearm, but you have to know it’s there to see it.

>The man in the suit hands you a folder, and when you dump the contents out onto your dining room table, paperwork and a set of keys with a tag that has the number “42” on it fall out.

>Most of the paperwork legal stuff for a company, but one or two pieces of paper are on the job itself.

>According to the document, you’d be working on a service team, fixing and refurbishing various products for a parent company; mostly electronics, but occasionally liquid fuel motors used in machinery or vehicles as well.

>Another paper told you that your job would be starting today, although you weren’t expected to do any work; it’s more of an orientation day than anything.

>After signing everything, the government official thanks you before suggesting you should head to the parking garage of the apartment complex if you want to arrive to work on time in your vehicle, rather than take public transport.

>1/3

>After scarfing down breakfast and dressing appropriately, you head down to the ground floor where your “vehicle” is supposed to be.

>Sure enough, in spot #42 is a relatively average four-door car.

>Back on Earth nearly everyone still used wheeled cars or trucks, except for the very wealthy who had hovercars, and judging by the landing struts sticking out from the bottom of the vehicle you’re currently staring at, it’s also one of those hovering ones.

>The inside is incredibly clean, as a brand-new car should be, the faux-leather modular seats faintly reflecting the morning sun.

>That’s another thing. Since the appearance of Mamono, or “monstergirls” in more common terms, car seats became interchangeable to accommodate different body types. All you had to do was detach the old seat and stick in the new one. If no special requirements were noted when buying a car, human seats were installed by default.

>Sitting in the driver’s seat, you adjust everything to your liking before fiddling with the in-car navigation system for a few minutes before you figure out how to use it, and enter in the address for work.

>Leaving the parking garage, you make your way through winding streets before hopping on a highway for a short while, bringing yourself into the heart of the downtown area, being reminded how awful it can be at times to drive through.

>Dozens upon dozens of towering skyscrapers slowly move past as you crawl through the city streets, feeling a bit of envy as you occasionally see a flight-capable monstergirl whizz past everyone.

>Twenty minutes or so after leaving your apartment, you arrive at your destination: a bland-looking warehouse near the waterfront.

>Pulling into an empty spot in the parking lot, you get out of your car and make your way to inside the building, hoping you can find some sort of front desk so you can ask where to go.

>2/3

>Thankfully, the front desk is in the main lobby, and behind it is a somewhat tired-looking sheep girl.

>It takes a few seconds, but she finally notices you standing there, and she sits up in her chair while typing away on a keyboard.

“Name?”

“Uh, G-Gene Jovanović.”

>The sheep girl, whose name is Dolly according to the nametag just above her left breast, starts typing away at her keyboard some more.

>You try not to look like you’re staring at her chest, and luckily she’s too busy looking at her screen.

>A few more seconds of typing and some mouse clicks later, Dolly finishes.

“Ah, yes. Mr. Gene Jovanović. Looks like a new employee. Head through that door over there, down the hallway, and then the third door on the left.” she says, pointing to a door off to the side.

>After thanking her, you follow the directions, walking down a fluorescent-lit hallway before opening the third door on the left.

>The room inside seems to be a sort of break room, various Mamono and humans milling about making small talk.

>The most interesting thing in the room seems to be a noticeboard up on the far wall, considering the majority of people in the room are looking at it, tracing their finger, claw, or talon up or down.

>As you get closer you find out that the noticeboard has a bunch of names on it in pairs of two.

>Looking for a bit, you finally find your name when suddenly another digit stops next to yours over another name.

>You glance over, and are somewhat surprised to see a monstergirl standing next to you.

What kind of monstergirl is she? Also I’m lazy, and she needs a name.

Another thing because I’m lazy: does the monstergirl have anything special about her (physical, personality, or otherwise)?

Also I'd like some criticism on dialogue. Would it be better if I have it in regular text or greentext?

>3/3

>>158983

>>158981

also her picture shows her wearing some sort of law-enforcement uniform

>>158984

I fuck I must be really burned out, she's wearing some sort of Law enforcement uniform at the moment, not her picture having it

>>158996

Hey, I'm the one writing the story here.

:^)

>>158998

Write harder then!

Also, sorry, it just sort of is a reflex at this point.

Oh and if you plan to update regularly, I guess greentext is easier, but it's always quite lovely to see actual paragraphs and shiz.

>>159000

>witnessed

My plan is to push out at least one update a day, although I'm going to shoot for around five or so since I'm planning on doing nothing all day but write for this – minus breaks for food, sleep, and such – since I have nothing better to do for a week and a half or so. No promises though.

As for greentext vs. regular paragraphs, I kinda like how greentext lets you write in quick, short sentences. I'll at least make dialogue plain text so it's easier to distinguish when someone is talking or not.

>>159004

How do we decide which girl to go with?

>Standing next to you is a rather large cat woman, although in her case the word “tiger” would be more fitting.

>The large finger hovering over her spot on the list has a somewhat sharp-looking claw on the end of it, and there’s three more equally-sized digits attached to the fluffy paw that is her “hand”.

>Her arm is covered in silky smooth black and white-striped fur from the tips of her fingers all the way up to her shoulder, where it meets her tan skin.

>Glancing down, you notice her legs are similar; paw-like feet with the same black and white fur that goes up to her mid-thigh where it meets her (rather) short shorts.

>Her hips are well-shaped; not something you’d see on a succubus, but they still give her tat hourglass shape. She also seems to have a small metal flask hooked onto her left hip as well.

>You didn’t notice it at first, but her tail swishes back and forth in your view, the fur on it alternating between solid black and snow white.

>Moving on to her torso, you spot her exposed abdominal muscles as the sleeveless shirt she’s wearing ends an inch or two above her navel.

>Trying not to be obvious, you move your gaze up to her chest, admiring the supple curve of her bosom.

>Obviously a cat-like monstergirl, or any monstergirl for that matter, wouldn’t have a bust the same size as those holstaurs, but hers are definitely hand-filling. By your knowledge of browsing certain sites in your free time back on Earth, you estimate hers to be somewhere in the mid-E range.

>Her face is strikingly feminine. Pouty lips, high cheekbones, soft skin, slightly pointed nose, and deep blue cerulean eyes.

>Her off-white hair on her head reaches to about her mid-back, and on top of her head she has two pointed cat ears with slightly whiter fur on the inside.

>As you’re totally not staring at her breasts, you notice a name sewn into the shirt she’s wearing, and in a rather floral pattern too.

>“Meredith”, it says.

>Glancing over to the chart, you notice her finger hovering over the name “Meredith J. Garlenbach”, the name right next to yours.

“You Gene?”

>You’re startled a bit as she speaks.

>Her voice is interesting though. From what you’ve been told, it seems like she has a “Midwestern” accent, although you’re not sure where she got it from. Her father maybe.

“Uh, y-yeah.”

>You nod, looking into her eyes.

“Name’s Meredith. Or Merry for short, whichever you prefer.”

>Meredith, or Merry, extends one of her clawed paws out, smiling slightly.

“I, uh, don’t have a nickname.” you respond.

>Meredith chuckles a bit as you shake her hand.

>Holy shit her fur is soft.

“Any idea why our names are together Gene?”

>You’re about to speak when a rather short raccoon girl walks in before climbing onto one of the tables in the room.

>Well, not entirely climb up onto the table. She had to pull a chair over, and climbed onto that before getting onto the table.

>Even from her position on it, the raccoon girl barely manages to get above some of the taller monstergirls in the room. Meredith included.

“You’re probably all wondering why you’re here, and why your name is paired up with someone else’s on the board over there.”

>Everyone in the room glances over in your direction before turning their attention back over to the Mamono standing on the table.

“As you know, when you arrived, you were given a questionnaire. That questionnaire was to determine the best suited place for you to work since these stations don’t pay for themselves.”

“Each of you has been assigned to this company, and you’ll be working in pairs. That’s where the board comes in.”

>Everyone in the room starts to murmur slightly in various levels of hatred or enthusiasm.

“Guess we’re working together then, huh Gene?” Meredith whispers in your ear.

>The raccoon girl clears her throat to get everyone’s attention again.

“In a few moments, you’re going to get your position and schedule, and afterwards you’ll be introduced to your new job. I suggest you get acquainted with your partner. That is all.”

>1/2

>The monstergirl then lowers herself back onto the floor before opening the door she came in through, and returns along with a few other people, all holding rather thick looking folders.

>Everyone shuffles about as they get their schedule and position. You glance over your schedule and groan slightly.

>You already knew that you’d be working on engines and/or computers, but you start at 0700.

>You were never a morning person.

>Meredith doesn’t seem to be bothered at all though.

“Don’t like mornings Gene?” she chuckles as she reads her own schedule.

>At least you have something to look forward to on the trip to work.

>Staring at all the monstergirls, including but not limited to Meredith.

“Not really, no.” you respond.

>You can’t think of much else to say, so instead you read and re-read your schedule a few times before you, Meredith, and a handful of other Mamono and humans are led off to another part of the building.

>You take mental notes on which hallways to turn down or which doors to go through before the group you’re in is eventually led to what is more or less a factory floor.

>On one end of the room there’s a bunch of heavy machinery that you presume is meant for the parts of jobs that require excessive force or heavy lifting that can’t otherwise be done.

>The majority of the room is filled with rows and rows of bins filled with parts, all labeled and sorted according to what they contain.

>On the other end of the room where you’re standing is a row of tables and (thankfully) comfortable chairs, along with stacks of tools at each seat.

>The monstergirl that lead you in stops for a moment so she can speak.

“You’ve probably guessed by now, but this is where you’re going to work. You’re probably assuming that you’ll be working on things like car engines or computers, and you’re correct. That’s why we selected everyone here. Because you noted in your questionnaire that you either had previous experience working on such things, or enjoyed doing so as a hobby. Over there on the far wall is all the stuff you’ll need for things like metallurgy.”

>She points over to where you spotted all of the machinery.

“Here is where you’re going to be doing most of your work,” she nods over to the row of tables and seats, “and in between you’ll find any parts you might need. Through that door over there is where your lockers are. Any questions? No? Good. I expect you here tomorrow on-time and ready to work.”

>The monstergirl turns on her heel and walks over to the door to the “lockers” before disappearing behind it.

>As the door closes, a few people in your group start to explore the room a bit, looking at all the different parts of it while the rest seem to either mill around or decide to leave to go do whatever they need to do.

What do you do now?

>2/2

>>159064

My idea was that it would be popular vote, but not a lot of votes were coming in, so I picked the one I liked the most while trying to add bits from the others. Also, the love interest doesn't have to be the first girl that the MC runs across, but it can be.

>[…]tat hourglass shape.

Oh boy my first typo. There's going to be a lot more I can tell.

>>159132

>only one suggestion after nearly two hours

>it's about Mimi

serioussamheadlesskamikazi.mp3

>>159076

i guess get to know Meredith and talk a look at the various tools we get to use

>>159137

Who said her name had to be Mimi? :^)

>>159154

nigga you know people are going to want her name to be that

>>159155

Don't speak for everyone just yet, dear writefagu

>>159076

The real question is: Where is the cafeteria? Better scope this place out. Also, you need to get in good with the janitors, its important later on.

>>159132

Memecat is muh waifu, so this

Quick question: what should the cheshire's name be? Already got most, if not all, of this next update written, I just need that one little bit because I'm incredibly lazy.

>>159195

Obviously her name should be Cynthia Marriane Klaudos

>>159195

Let's name her May

nicknamed Maymay

>You might as well take a look at the locker area for a bit, if only to get yourself acquainted with the layout.

>As you walk towards the door to the lockers, you catch a glimpse of a purple and black-haired catgirl walking over to talk to Meredith.

>You’re not sure how you missed her, because that monstergirl is wearing the ugliest outfit you can imagine.

>From where you are, you notice that she’s wearing a black hat with a red bill with the words “Top Fun” across the front in between her swiveling cat ears, a white shirt with blue sleeves with the words “MEGA MILK” (in all caps of course) across the breast area, and incredibly skimpy black hotpants that hug her modest hips, thighs, and butt.

>Her hair isn’t much better either. There’s probably half a dozen plastic feathers intertwined with the mess of black, violet, and neon tie-dye locks.

>You also notice the phone that probably has at least a pound or more of stupid cat emote keychains attached to it in her hand.

>You’re pretty sure she was playing some sort of flash game on it too, and Meredith looks annoyed already even though the other catgirl hasn’t even spoken yet.

>You shake your head slightly as you open the door to the lockers, feeling slightly sorry for the tiger woman.

>1/5

>The locker room isn’t terribly special, although it’s more of one huge room separated by a wall.

>Can’t have co-ed locker rooms now can we?

>All along one wall there’s two rows of lockers stacked on top of one another; a single unit being about half as tall as you are.

>Each locker has a space for a nameplate just under the top vent, and after walking along the entire length you find yours at the far end.

>The lock itself is rather simple, just one of those turny knob things with the numbers 1 through 100 on it, each number designated by a small tick mark, with each fifth tick being slightly bigger and each tenth one being slightly bigger still, along with being labeled.

>You fish out the papers you were given earlier, and find the combination to the lock under the section labeled “Additional Information”.

>80-0-85.

>What an odd combination.

>You fiddle with the lock for a bit, committing the combination to memory before closing the locker door and replacing the lock back in its intended position.

>2/5

>You’re about to turn around when furry paws grab you by the shoulders and a feminine voice says, or rather half-shouts, “2SPOOKY” in your ear.

>Flailing about, you fall onto the hard concrete floor as the person behind you starts laughing out loud. And by that you mean she’s literally saying “LOL”.

“Oh man, that was 3spooky5me bro.”

>Turning about, you finally find out who startled you.

>It’s the same Cheshire that you saw talking to Meredith, and she has this shit-eating grin on her face.

“Your reaction was totally epic man. I’m totally gonna upload that video like right now.” she half-shouts again, already furiously typing away on her phone.

>Video? What the hell is she talking about?

“What are you even doing in here?” you ask her.

“Swag.”

“What?” you ask, totally confused.

“I used swag bro. Don’t you have any swag?”

“I asked why, not how.”

>The cat girl gives you a quizzical look.

“What does that even MEME? See what I did there?”

>You don’t see what she just did there, because she pronounced the word like “me me”, with two syllables rather than the proper one syllable “meem”.

“Shouldn’t you use the other locker room, since this one is for males only?” you tell her.

“I go where I please, and I please where I go.”

>Holy shit this girl is really getting on your nerves, and you’ve only been talking to her for all of five minutes.

>Rather than continue this one-sided conversation, you brush past her and head for the door.

>Of course right before you reach to open it, that same shit-eating grin appears in front of you again before the rest of the girl materializes after it.

“Aren’t you going to ask what my name is? Gawd, you’re such a Scumbag Steve.”

>You sigh heavily, knowing there’s only one way out of this.

“…what’s your name?”

“Marriane of course! But everyone calls me May, or even MayMay.”

>She stands there, looking up at you expectantly.

“Well?”

“Well what?” you say.

“Are you going to tell me yours?”

>You really don’t want to, but there’s not much of a choice for you in the matter.

“Gene. Can I go now?”

“Of course you can go down on me!”

>The catgirl named Marriane cackles madly as she disappears before you in a small cloud of purple smoke, only that same grin visible before it too disappears a few seconds later.

>3/5

>Back on the “factory” floor, you spot a rather agitated-looking Meredith sitting down at one of the workstations, her paws slowly clenching and unclenching.

“Something wrong?”

>She looks over at you with an angry glare, and if you didn’t know any better you think she’d want to kill something. Possibly you.

“It’s that fucking Cheshire.”

>That’s right, you read about the purple and black-haired catgirls being a real pain in the ass, but this one was especially annoying, and you knew exactly why too.

“She would not SHUT UP about “dank memes”. On and on and on about what I’m talking about is a “cool story bro” or some other stupid shit. Not even ten seconds later she was trying to show me these stupid faces on some website on her phone before she would find some video she wanted me to watch, and half the video she would be shouting “LOL” in my ear constantly. I swear to Ammit one day someone’s going to YOLO her Eggo, if you know what I mean.”

>You knew exactly what she was talking about.

“Uh, yeah, sure. I’m gonna explore a bit, see where everything is.” you tell her. “Wanna join me?”

“Nah,” Meredith responds, “got some stuff to do. I’ll see you tomorrow though!”

>Before you leave, you exchange phone numbers with Meredith before giving her a parting wave as you leave the room in search for some food.

>4/5

>After walking around aimlessly in the building for a few minutes, you round a corner and run face-first into a slimy blob holding a mop and wearing a maid outfit.

>You fall to the ground, the mop clattering against the hard tile floor as it falls after you, nearly tipping the cart full of cleaning supplies over.

“My apologies sir! I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going!”

>Looking up and rubbing the side of your head, you get a good look at the mop’s previous holder.

>She’s wearing what appears to be an old-fashioned French maid outfit that covers her from her neck all the way down to her mid-thigh, if she had legs instead of a swirling mass of gooey tentacles.

>Her hair is done up in a loose ponytail to keep it out of the way, and as you look closer her “hair” is rather just an extension of the rest of her. Come to think of it, her outfit might be as well.

“Sir, are you alright?” she asks, a small hint of worry in her voice.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”

>Grunting a bit, you get up off the floor and hand the girl her mop.

“You seemed to be in a hurry sir. Was there something you were looking for?”

>At that moment, your stomach growls a bit.

“The cafeteria, actually.”

>The maid smiles a bit before turning slightly.

“It’s just down this hall to the right. I just left there actually.”

“Are you a janitor perhaps?” you ask.

“Most certainly sir! I normally work between the morning and evening shifts, but since my boss told me that we’d be getting a bunch of new employees, I should make sure the entire place is clean for them!”

>You can’t help but notice the enthusiasm in her voice, and she seems to bounce up and down slightly on her fee- err, tentacles.

“Oh! How could I forget! My name’s Helen.”

“Gene.”

>The maid/janitor gives you a slight bow before gathering up her mop and cleaning cart.

“Pleasure to meet you si- I mean Gene.”

>You give Helen a nod before heading to the cafeteria, hoping to find something to eat for lunch.

Eat lunch in the cafeteria, or find someplace else? After eating, what do you do?

>5/5

>>159220

Uh oh, that Shoggoth may look nice,but if she's wearing Arab-French atire, she might not be someone we want to associate with. Now, we aren't a racist or anything, but if the food is bad, what does that say about the people? Better keep and eye on her.

Anyway, anyway, might as well eat at the cafeteria, assuming it's even lunch time. What do they even serve on a space station? We hope it's periogis though! Salo is also acceptable.

But anyway, sure, we can eat, and maybe chat up some other co-workers. Surely you'll have lunch with Meredith, but she's busy or whatever. Lotta womensfolk, maybe making a guy friend or two would be cool.

>>159234

Can't stop it, won't stop it.

>>159234

>>159242

What the hell is with you people and waifuing memecat? Why can't you pick another girl like Meredith, or some other girl that would show up in the future?

>>159248

Alright, let's put in a qt raiju and we'll call off the meme machine

>>159249

Only if her name is Electra Carmen Selena Rosales and she speaks with a heavy Spanish accent adopted from her father who was a revolutionary in the Spanish independence movement from the Arab-Euro Union.

>You try the cafeteria first, hoping that they’re serving food at this time.

>If not, there’s always Burger Queen, Jacqueline in the Box, Pizza Smut, or Taco Belle to get.

>As you open the double doors, you notice that there’s a few people moving back and forth between the rows and rows of plastic picnic-bench tables, while a few Mamono patiently stand behind the food counter, waiting for someone to come by.

>Picking up a tray, and pick something at random. What you weren’t planning on doing however was picking the “line” (as there’s no one there right now) being served by the most gifted monstergirl you’ve ever seen.

>It’s almost impossible to stare at the sheer size of her bosom, and you have no idea what size she’d actually wear, so you just go with comparing them to watermelons. It’s also hard to not look like you’re catching an eyeful because her nametag is perched right about where her nipple might be, and after sneaking countless glances at it, you figure out her name is Annabelle.

“Hello there dear, what can I get for you?” she asks, giving you a smile only a mother can give.

>You didn’t think any of this through, so instead of looking intently at your tray, you have to look up past the monstergirl’s chest to the menu board behind her.

>Seems like today is soup and/or chili day for her station.

>As you peruse the menu, you can’t help but keep on glancing at Annabelle’s soft, feminine face.

>Her shoulder-length, wavy brown hair suits her perfectly, and her bovine horns are closer to being ivory in color rather than a purer white.

>Her ears also stick out to the side of her head, and occasionally twitch back and forth.

>Sure, she may have faint crow’s feet by her green eyes, but that doesn’t make her any less pretty.

>Quickly moving past her bust, you instead make another mistake as you stare at her wide hips and shapely thighs, not to mention the soft rear end she seems to have.

>Thankfully her cow tail distracts you enough as it swishes back and forth.

“Anyone home?” she chuckles, obviously catching you in the act, making your face flush in embarrassment.

“I, uh, I-I’ll have the, uh, the chili and cornbread please.”

“One chili and cornbread coming right up!” Annabelle cheerfully says before turning around to the row of pots behind her.

>Now that she’s facing away from you, you can really get a look at the contours of her butt, it jiggling ever so slightly as she scoops some chili up into a paper bowl.

>Turning around, she smiles as she hands you the bowl of chili and a hunk of cornbread wrapped up in clearwrap.

“Here you go dear.”

>God that smile is going to kill you if she keeps it up.

“Uh, th-thank you.” you mutter, trying to keep your blush hidden.

“Don’t worry about it, I get that look all the time. I’m quite used to it actually, especially since I catch my husband giving it to me constantly.” Annabelle says with a slightly lewd grin.

>That really didn’t help you at all, since now you’re imagining her without any clothes on.

>Sputtering out another thank you, you get a drink from the drink fountain before finding a spot to sit down and eat.

>After deliberating where to sit, you decide to sit down next to some of the people you recognized from earlier when you were looking at the chart on the wall where you met Meredith.

>One of them is a raiju named Electra Carmen Selena Rosales Ramirez Monterrosa. She said to just call her Carmen.

>According to her, her father was a part of the revolution between Spain and the EU. Her father must have one hell of an accent for her to speak like she is.

>You make some small talk with Carmen and the others for a bit before they finish their lunch, and they bid you farewell until tomorrow.

>Some time later you finish your lunch, and after disposing of your trash you leave the cafeteria, face flushed yet again because Annabelle gave you a wave goodbye.

You just ate lunch, and there isn’t much else to do at work since today was essentially orientation. What do you do?

Last update for tonight. Will continue in about 10 hours or so.

>>159262

>Ara ara Holstaurus that is described in detail

>MC wants to hit dat

Gee, I wonder who is behind this post?

Things to do, things to do… well this seems boring now. I guess we go to Orientation and then when that's done, troll about the city. Not much else to do unless we do one of our favorite activities: nap.

>>159323

>Implying anyone wouldn't want to hit dat cowtits.

Like I said though, she's married so that would be a shit of the MC to do so. There's always the opportunity for being simple friends though. Another possibility is that she's not the only holstaur in the city.

I'm not going to shoehorn one in and have the MC try and bang her though. That's up to the readers.

Anyways, not asleep anymore but I'm still gonna give it a bit so other people can give their input.

>>159262

Let's say hi to Carmen and find out what she likes to do.

>With the “work” day over, there’s not much else for you do other than go home and do your favorite thing: waste time in front of a television or computer.

>You could even take a nap if you wanted to.

>Then again, you are in a new city, so maybe you should go explore a little bit; drive around to see where everything is, scout out good date locations if such a thing ever comes up.

>Getting into your car, you start it up and turn the radio on only to turn it right back off again because almost every single station is filled with generic shovelware pop music.

>Crawling your way into the more dense area of the city, you slowly scan back and forth as you go along, taking mental notes of what street you’re on as you find businesses that might be interesting.

>At one point you spot a small hole-in-the-wall store that supposedly sells custom-made clothing made from genuine Arachne silk, whatever that is. Still, could be useful if you ever need anything fancy to wear.

>There’s also a couple of small eateries here and there nestled in between larger buildings, which might work better as the dinner part of a dinner-and-a-movie date compared to fast food.

>It takes a little bit, but you eventually find a theater too, letting you see one of the many blockbuster movies that get made each year if you ever go choose to see one.

>A few blocks from the theater you also find an arcade of all things. You thought arcades died out years ago, but maybe monstergirls took a liking to them.

>A few specialist shops for all your Mamono needs catch your eye, and you note them down in your brain as well. If you ever get a girlfriend, you could get her something from there.

>Most other stores aren’t terribly interesting though, and if you’d ever need something from them you could always look them up on the internet.

>After several more minutes of exploring, you decide to head home for the day and relax for a bit before you have to work tomorrow.

>1/2

>It takes you a bit longer to get home than it did coming to work, but eventually you pull into your “spot” in the garage.

>Back in your apartment, you toss the folder of papers you were given earlier onto the kitchen counter and flop onto the couch and flip on the television.

>Flipping through the channels a bit, you settle on some generic cop show. You’ve always liked those.

>During one of the commercials however, your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you take it out to find someone has sent you a text.

*Hey, uh, Gene, right? It’s Carmen from earlier. -Received: 1357*

*Hey Carmen. What’s up? -Sent: 1359*

*I dunno. Meredith gave me this number, and I thought “What the hell.”, we could be friends. Anyways, I was thinking of going out somewhere after work with another friend at the end of the week, and thought maybe you’d like to come along. Maybe invite someone else too. –Received: 1401*

>After a quick glance at the calendar on your phone, you notice that it’s only Tuesday. You have the weekends off, so you assume Carmen does too which means she’s talking about Friday evening.

*Uh, sure. Why not? I’d have to think of someone to invite if Meredith doesn’t come along. -Sent: 1403*

*Cool. Doing anything interesting right now? -Received: 1404*

*If you count watching one of those crime/detective shows interesting, yes. -Sent: 1406*

*Soap operas are better. -Received: 1409*

>Of course the Spaniard would like soap operas.

*Other than watching a bunch of people yell at each other in Spanish, what do you do for fun? -Sent: 1411*

*Racist. -Received: 1414*

*Says the person perpetuating the stereotype. -Sent: 1415*

*Well excuse me. I don’t do much other than read, watch soap operas, or go out on walks. Occasionally I’ll do stuff on my laptop, but I’m not much of a tech person so all I really do is browse the internet on it. -Received: 1418*

>You’re a little surprised she doesn’t dabble with electronics, considering the amount of static electricity you saw coming off of her at lunch.

>You and Carmen shoot texts at each other for another few minutes before the conversation peters out a bit, and you bid her farewell until tomorrow.

>Looking at your phone after sticking Carmen’s number into your contacts list, you notice it’s about four in the afternoon. You still have a few hours before you’d be hungry enough for dinner, and you can’t really think of much else to do other than take a short nap.

>Thinking back to what Carmen said about going out somewhere after work with some friends, you think about who you’d might want to bring along. The only people you can think of are Meredith or, God forbid, Marriane.

>You really don’t want to invite her along. She might start thinking she’s your friend, not to mention what everyone else would think of the guy that brought a memecat to an outing.

Is there anyone you’d like to invite along when you go hang out with Carmen and a few of her friends on Friday after work? Is there anything else you’d like to do before going to bed?

Also, if it would make sense, I’m going to throw in time skips to move the story along a bit quicker since going through an entire work week day-by-day would get old, fast. So if no one suggests anything exciting for the MC to do or have happen to him in between points in the story, I’ll skip ahead to some point where something could happen. An example would be now where if no one thinks of anything to do between now and the end of the work week for the MC, I’ll skip to the end of the work day on Friday.

>2/2

could we invite the janitor shoggoth/slime?

>>159466

Yeah man why not?

She may be interesting

>After thinking a bit, you realize that you actually have more than two people you know that you could pick from. You almost forgot about that maid girl Helen you ran into earlier.

>You almost pick up your phone to ask her when you realize that you don’t actually have her number, or even know if she has a phone in the first place. As much as you hate it, you’re going to have to get to work early so you can find Helen before she finishes her work for the morning.

>With not much else to do, you take a nap for a few hours until your stomach wakes you up because it’s time for dinner.

>After making a sandwich, you kill a few more hours in front of the television before you head to bed a little earlier than you normally would so you don’t end up dead tired tomorrow at work.

>1/3

>The next morning, your alarm clock screeches in your ear at about 0500, an hour or so before you’d normally get up.

>After taking a shower and getting dressed, you head out the door to your car, electing to either get breakfast along the way, or finding something in the cafeteria.

>As you drive to work, you notice that not a lot of places are open before six in the morning, and the places that are aren’t terribly appealing right now. So instead you decide to eat breakfast at work.

>A short while later you enter the front lobby and find Dolly asleep at her desk. Rather than disturbing her, you simple wander through the back until you find Helen.

>After a few minutes of searching, you (figuratively) run into her again.

“Oh, hello there Gene!” she says enthusiastically. “It’s always nice to see people coming in early.”

“Goo-ood morning Helen.” you say, trying to stifle a yawn. “Carmen invited me to hang out after work on Friday with some of her friends, and she was wondering if I might like to bring along a few of my own friends. Would you like to join us?”

>Helen looks at you for a moment.

“Miss Monterrosa?”

“Mhm.”

“Sounds lovely, I’d love to go!”

>You let out an internal sigh, thankful that she agreed. Mostly so you wouldn’t have to go alone.

“Where are we going? I’d like to dress appropriately, and my uniform isn’t fit for anything other than work.” Helen asks.

>Shit. You completely forgot to ask Carmen what you’d be doing. Might as well ask her on Friday.

“Uh, I’m not entirely sure. She never really told me, and I forgot to ask her.”

>Helen gives you a slight smile.

“I’m sure Miss Monterrosa will inform us before we go.”

“Yeah. I’ll see you on Friday then Helen!”

“Sir, before you go. Wouldn’t it be beneficial for us to have the other’s number so we could exchange details if need be?” Helen says.

“Oh, uh, yeah, sure.”

>You quickly exchange numbers with Helen before heading off to the cafeteria for some breakfast.

>2/3

>Entering the cafeteria, you find it a bit busier than it was yesterday at lunch, but there’s still plenty of places for you to find a spot to eat, and none of the lines are long.

>For some reason though, you manage to pick the line that Annabelle is working at again.

“Well good morning dear! Come to see little old me again?” she asks, giving you a warm smile.

>Goddamnit, why did you have to have a craving for breakfast burritos, and why did she have to be the one serving them.

“N-not really, no.” you mutter. “Can I get the sausage, egg, bacon, and cheese burrito?”

“Of course dear.”

>Once again, you can’t help but stare at Annabelle a little bit as she prepares your breakfast. Thankfully you look away in time when she turns around.

“Here you go handsome!” she smiles again, making you blush.

>Your face flushes even more when she leans forward towards you, exposing just the barest hint of cleavage, but knowing the size of Annabelle’s chest there could have been a lot more.

“Between you and me, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were making up excuses to talk to me.” she whispers. “If you’re interested, I have a daughter that’s about your age, if you’re interested.”

>Pulling your gaze away from her bosom, you look up into her eyes.

“Oh silly me! How could I forget to ask your name?”

“G-Gene. It’s, uh, Gene.”

“Well then Gene, just let me know and I can give her your number. Now go along dear, there’s a line behind you.”

>Looking over your shoulder, you notice a few monstergirls and humans giving you shit-eating grins, and a few are snickering as well.

>Shouting out a thanks to Annabelle, you get a carton of orange juice from the drink cart before sitting down to eat your breakfast.

>Nothing terribly interesting happens for the rest of day, or on Thursday, and as the shift on Friday gets closer and closer to ending, you get increasingly more nervous, worrying that you’re going to make yourself look like an idiot in front of Helen, Carmen, and Carmen’s friends.

>You manage to get through the rest of your shift without too much trouble, and afterwards you meet with Carmen and Helen just outside the front lobby.

“So Miss Carmen,” Helen says, turning to address the raiju, “Sir Gene.” she turns to face you. “Where are we headed off to?”

“Yeah, Gene, were are we going?” Carmen asks, unable to stifle a laugh.

>You’re not entirely sure where to go.

Where do you go?

Also, sorry about not updating a bunch today. First update didn’t get anything for about four hours, and I want to have as many people as possible suggesting things without having to sacrifice the amount of updates.

Another thing, I could list off the people in the MC’s contacts when appropriate if you guys want with the person’s name, type of number, and type of phone when applicable.

>Meredith (personal, cell)

>Helen (personal, cell)

>Dolly (work, front desk phone)

If you’re wondering, I’m breaking up each update into specific points so each block of text is a separate scene (if it would make sense).

>3/3

>>159512

>“If you’re interested, I have a daughter that’s about your age, if you’re interested.”

>says "if you're interested" twice

DURR

See, I told you guys I'd fuck up more.

>>159512

Narrow your eyes and say, "Well, for a lovely lady with sych and electric personality, lets go to the space disco."

Who needs holstaurus with these ladies around?

>>159533

Autocorrect god damnit.

>>159533

>Who needs holstaurus

If a certain cowlover were here, he'd probably call you a shit.

>>159541

Good thing that faggot isnt here then, huh? Bet he's off slappin his nuts to cow tiddies.

>>159545

Probably. If monstergirls were real he'd probably be holding her hands while making love to her in the missionary position for the sole purpose of procreation and bonding.

>>159512

>"Uhh s-sure i'm ready to go."

When then rip the biggest most nastiest fart possible in front of these beautiful women, and as this is happening we talk as loudly as we can in order to hide it.

"W-We could *Poot* GO to the *Fart* HAIRSALLON and *anal earthquake* THEN the DISCO!"

But at the last "DISCO" part we accidentally talk loudly again revealing what we're doing.

>>159638

My fucking god holy shit man.

this.

thisthisthisthisthisthis.

>>159638

please do this one

>>159638

10/10 this

>>159638

We did have that burrito a while ago, I kinda wanna see how this would go down.

>>159638

oh fuck yes, do it

>>159638

MAKE IT HAPPEN

>mfw there will be shit

>>159654

>mfw no face

I blame this on the ara-ara's

>>159654

nigga this isn't WizardQuest

>>159638

Please no, there are only so many times I can take autistic shit like this.

>>159533

I agree to the disco. I don't see Carmen having any problems with dancing. Maybe we could teach Helen a thing or two? I kind of want to see how a Shoggoth dances.

>>159545

Ha.

>You think for a moment before coming up with an idea.

“How about going to one of those dance clubs?”

“That sounds lovely!” Helen says.

“Yeah sure!” Carmen chimes in.

>At that moment, your stomach gives a rather audible rumble.

“You alright Gene?” the raiju asks.

>You really shouldn’t have had a (breakfast) burrito for breakfast, and then chili for lunch.

“Yeah. Lunch must be mildly upset with me or something.” you say.

>Carmen simply shrugs before the three of you walk to your car. Being the gentleman, you open the door for both the raiju and what you recently learned was a shoggoth.

>A few moments after you close Helen’s door, you let rip a massive fart that probably smelled so bad it would make a Bubble Slime blush.

>Luckily for you, and the two female passengers in your car, the evening is relatively warm, allowing you to roll the windows down so you don’t hotbox everyone.

>Carmen had already picked a place out by the time you got into the car and started it up, and she gave you directions as you drove into the heart of the city again, quietly letting a few more butt buzzers slip past.

>Several minutes later you spot the venue, a small line already formed outside the front door.

>At the front stands a woman who has to be at least seven feet tall, and on top of that she has a massive horn sticking out from the center of her foreheard, she has cherry red skin, and she’s wearing nothing but a somewhat ragged pair of jean shorts and what looks like half a tanktop across her bust, exposing the massive slabs of muscle that she has.

>Carmen tells you that’s a red oni, and it’s typical of clubs and/or bars to employ them or minotaurs as bouncers, but never both at the same time.

>Apparently red makes minotaurs irrationally angry.

>You give her a slightly worried look as you pull up into a parking spot on the side of the street close by and she weakly smiles, telling you that they’re actually all right so long as you don’t piss them off.

>Or take away an oni’s alcohol.

>After standing in line for a few minutes, the red oni lets you, Carmen, and Helen into the club.

>The rather loud, slightly annoying music pounds away at your brain as you stand just inside the door, looking at the inside of the club.

>Over on one wall is the bar, a few patrons sitting on stools as a blue-skinned girl serves drinks.

>A Blue Oni, Carmen tells you. Supposedly they’re extremely close cousins to the red ones.

>There’s a few tables and booths scattered about, all manner of human and monstergirl sitting and chatting while eating bar snacks served by a girl that seems to be floating in the air and teleporting around, occasionally startling customers and causing a few spilled drinks.

>There’s another girl also serving drinks and bar snacks. She appears to have dark ash-grey fur, dog-like ears, tail, and paws instead of regular hands and feet, and crimson yellow eyes with flames coming out the sides. At least they look like flames.

>Over on the other end of the room is the dance floor, where yet another congregation of humanoid beings dance to the music, which sounds suspiciously like something from a television show about car racing made almost 120 years ago.

“Well Gene, where to first?” Carmen asks.

What do you do first?

Most likely the last update for tonight.

>>159638

I hate you.

>>159665

Wow man what a fucking copout.

I expected better from you than just one post and not even making it funny.

>>159667

>>159668

>>159671

Well in my opinion, >>159638 was half-shitposting and suggested something that was LOLSORANDUMB. But since everyone else seemed to want it, I had to do something.

I'm trying to have a somewhat-serious story here, as boring as that may sound. I'm just doing this to get back into the swing of writing stuff. I guess I should drop most of the "serious" bullshit and go for a more lighthearted approach, while at least trying to keep a sense of not shitposting going on.

I mean I expected shitposting from the beginning, but goddamnit not this.

>>159673

Don't stop your readers from having fun just because of your own autism, trust me that's one of the worst things you can do.

>>159675

Like I said, I'll try not to be a faget next time. Bit late to fix this part though.

Another thing is that once this is finished, I want it to resemble a somewhat serious story with the occasional shitty joke or pun, not 80% of the entire thing being nothing but(t) fart jokes. I want the end product to be quality work that other people can enjoy; not just those that go on 8chan, but normalfags. Or at least as normal as you can get when you have a fetish as autistic as the one this board is about.

>>159678

Just try to keep the fartjoke autism and any other such humor to a minimum please.

Definitely the last update for tonight. Still need suggestions on what to do.

I'd rather not write about the MC ripping massive farts - or something equally stupid and out of context - but I'm probably going to have to if I want to make people happy, so have fun I guess.

Dammit Inflamed Ovals, let me post.

>>159692

>Even though no dice or games of chance are going to be used to determine which suggestion is used, or how well said suggestion is carried out[…]

Did you not even read the OP?

Might as well get some drinks, but due to your indigestion, you spill drink all over your pants, looking like you passed yourself and Helen has to help you out. You might cry little.

Is not hard to take the jokes and roll with them.

Back again, and let me just remind the new readers of what I put in the OP.

>Shitposting:

>Even though no dice or games of chance are going to be used to determine which suggestion is used, or how well said suggestion is carried out, I’m still going to disregard blatant shitposting. If it doesn’t make sense for the setting (a little give is going to happen since this story takes place in the future, but try to keep it realistic enough), or if it doesn’t make sense for the character to do, then it won’t happen.

This means that regardless of the roll, dice are going to be ignored entirely, and even though I said I'd relax a little bit on what I would use in suggestions, the suggestion still has to make sense in the context of the situation and/or the person.

Get a really fruity drink that the girls will bully us over

We alp now

>>159665

Easy for the rest of you to shitpost when you've got no creative abilities whatsoever. These suggestions aren't even 'funny', they're pathetic.

With that in mind, I think it's time to bring in the REAL memes.

Of course, MC ain't gonna drop the drink in his own lap. He'll spill it directly in the Hellhound's cleavage. If she asks what the hell was that for, she looks like she needs to cool down. Her eyes are on fire, that can't be good for her health, But they do look pretty

Then, we can offer to dry her off. Grab a towel, cop a feel, and let god decide if we live through the night without a black eye or a broken pelvis.

go to the bar, have several drinks, attempt to dance with helen

>Deciding to take it slow for now, you find a booth and sit down on one side while Carmen sits down on the opposite side closer to the wall while Helen sits next to her.

>After a minute or so, the floating girl teleports over to your table, thoroughly startling you and Carmen.

“Hello, what can I get for you?” she asks in a rather dull uninterested tone.

“Ladies first.” you say, smiling over at Carmen and Helen, making Helen blush slightly.

“I’ll have an Electric Lemon Drop.” Carmen says.

“Just a glass of wine please.” Helen adds.

>The floating girl turns towards you after writing down your friend’s orders.

“And for you sir?” she asks in that same, drab voice.

>You really want to try that Maita’I Roa Ae that’s on the menu card, but you don’t want to look like a girl in front of Carmen and Helen.

“Just a White Russian.”

>The floating girl gives the three of you a short bow.

“Of course, I’ll be back with you shortly.” she says before teleporting away with a quiet *pop*.

>You glance over to where the floating girl had gone when your eyes pass over the dog-girl.

>She’s bending over to wipe down a table, and thanks to the angle you’re at you can quite clearly see down her shirt, the cleavage from her hand-filling breasts on full display.

>Something else that you notice about her that you didn’t before was that it looks like she has heterochromia. Her right eye seems to be a pale yellow while her left is an angry red.

“See something you like Gene?” Carmen teases, noticing that you’re staring at the bar girl.

“N-No! Of course not!”

“Oh come on, it was obvious you were looking down her shirt. You’re lucky she didn’t catch you though.”

“And why is that?” you ask.

“She’s a hellhound.”

“Hellhound?”

“Dog-girl. Usually aggressive, both when it comes to being angry in general, but also when she finds a man she wants to be her ma- boyfriend, or husband if the relationship gets to that point.”

“What about that other girl? The one who seemed disinterested.”

“The floating one? That’s a lich. Don’t worry though, they’re just like that. As for the floating bit, they do that for whatever reason. Lazy I guess.”

>Interesting. You really should look up the different monstergirls on the internet when you get home so you don’t have to ask questions and look like an idiot in front of everyone.

>Your drinks arrive a short while later, and you make small talk with the raiju and shoggoth across from you.

>As time goes on, you and your two friends have a few more drinks, and you start to get slightly tispy. Not too much, but enough to cause some bad things to happen.

“Heeey Gene, let’s go dance.” Carmen says, trying to scoot her way past Helen. “You too Helen. You need to get out more.”

“I’d rather stay here, thank you.” Helen says.

“Come on, it’ll be fun.” you say.

>Right at that moment, you get up out of your side of the booth right when the hellhound is walking by with a tray of drinks.

>Both of you fail to notice the other person, and bump into one another.

>You manage to catch yourself on the edge of the booth, but the hellhound was unfortunate enough to fall over and have the four drinks meant for the table a few feet away spill all over her shirt, the majority of the liquid splashed right across her chest.

>The fire coming off from her eyes flares up, and she looks at you angrily.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going buddy!” she half-shouts directly into your face after getting up off the floor.

>A few of the patrons nearby look over at the commotion before quickly looking away. Seems like everyone else here knows better than to get involved with a wet, angry hellhound. You hope to God that what Carmen said about them being aggressive when angry isn’t true.

What do you do?

On yet another note about posting on what should happen next: because of my autism I try to include everyone's suggestion, but sometimes I have to make decisions if certain ideas conflict with each other. Also, I don't want to be a faggot, but I might quietly disregard certain suggestions if I – this is important, it's MY opinion – think the idea would make absolutely no sense or contribution to the story. I really don't want to have to do this, but I might have to anyways if only one or two people suggest plausible things while the rest post bathroom humor.