Now, before you say anything, just know that... damn it, I have no defense for this. Time just gets away from me so easily now that i'm not on the regular school schedule or without work. So, with nothing else to do, I shall blame my Sloth.
It's my third strongest Sin after all. (Guess what my other two are!)
So, my piece said, I can only help to provide you with the answer to; What the Fuck happened.
Enjoy. Spoiler: Winning Vote
"What. The Fuck."
You had just said it a moment ago, but as you woozily got to your feet, occasionally dipping side to side as you did so and began to get a clearer head of your surroundings, it definitely had to be said again.
You tried to flail your arms a bit to exaggerate just how much of 'what the fuck' you were dealing with, but doing so merely resulted in a wave of pain to originate from your shoulder region, and awaken your stomach, who obviously was less than happy with you.
So, it was with almost zero warning that you began to vomit what liked like a flowing green and blue waterfall, for what felt like a lifetime.
As you stared at the now glowing puddle beside you, you moved away from that as quickly as you could, resolving to not ask a question you didn't want an answer too.
To distract yourself from little ...whatever it was, you tore your eyes away from the puddle and the fire still glowing in the background, blending in surprisingly well with the now rising sun in the distance. Instead, you decided to take stock of your more immediate surroundings, and were quite shocked.
All around you, was a massive pile of broken and torn apart machinery and buildings. Tractors, phones, game systems, jewelry, even what appeared to be a plane torn apart from the inside out.
The even crazier thing? The prime loot also scattered about.
Like, the thing that looked like a stronger, slightly larger version of your old helipack. As well as the small gun that seemed to fit neatly into the center of the pack, creating an almost stinger-like pattern to it. Spoiler: JETPACK'S BACK!
The second thing? The sleek Jet that had a pair of your signature eye-swirl decals on the front, and what seemed to be 20 Fly model Jackbots all in standby mode. Spoiler: Planes, and an Army (Sorta)
These things shocked you to the core. What the hell were they doing here? Did...did you make these here? HOW? You had none of your tools, were all alone, and, from what you could piece together from the raging headache pounding through your skull like a drummer on Speed, was most likely either drunk off your ass, high as a kite, or both. So, once again, HOW.
That wasn't even going into the fact that you were on your way to a life-or-(most likely yours)-death match before you blacked out. What happened there? You obviously won, given your ability to breath and all, at least with some difficulty, but given the fact that you still weren't wearing anything but your overcoat and item of mystical power, you didn't really know where to begin with that one.
Speaking of which, it was actually pretty drafty now that you had actually began to take note of things like 'surroundings' and 'temperatures'. So, you wanted to get some answers, then go home, officially done with this country.
Thus,you began to limp/stumble your way to where you saw Wuya's mask earlier, taking careful note of the seemingly random aches and pains that littered your body.
Eventually, thankfully, you reached her match n short order, taking care to bend down as slowly as possible to pick up the physical container of what you assumed to be her soul. With the sound of bones popping, you had your prize in hand, and began the delicate process of asking for information.
"Oi, Wuya, wake up. I want to know what the FUCK happened." You stated, throat feeling sore and dry. Excuse you for not being the most polite after waking up in a windy field wearing nothing but a sash to cover your privates and a massive headache, you deserved to be a little looser with your language right now.
Luckily, you didn't have to repeat yourself, as with the words, Wuya quickly filled the space behind the mask once again, causing its eyes to swirl awake, though at a much slower pace that usual, from what you saw for a split second before looking away again as the sight mad your stomach churn again.
"Ooooohhhhhh. What in the Yin World was THAT. I haven't been this effected by ANYTHING since that damn Dragon spiked my wine with Moon-extract and Powdered Glory. And why do I... arrrrghhhhhh!" Wuya seemed to mutter to herself, desperately trying to rub her forehead with her ghostly arms to no avail. Seems you weren't alone in your after party pain, though you had no idea how an incorporeal being suffered the same.
So, seeing that information was going to be a no-go on that end, you decided to do the next plan your strained mind decided was a great idea.
"We are going to pack up those bot's, get in the plane, and sleep for two days in my nice, dark, temperature controlled lab. That good?" You said to your ghostly companion as you activated one of the Bot's to default for now, and sent it on its way to pack the other bots in to the jet. Speaking of which, you made your way over there yourself, taking a moment to get into the cockpit with your inebriated state, but doing so with only a little difficulty. Inside the pit, you took a moment to luxuriate in the feeling of your leather and plush chair, as well as the respite from the morning breeze around you, as you set the coordinates to your home, and then activating the autopilot.
Screw the extra Wu, screw that stupid Kid, and screw whoever hired him to kill you. You were cold, hungover, hungry, and officially DONE with Thailand.
Time to go home.
END OF CHAPTER
GAINS AND LOSES:
Gains:
1 Jack-Plane: A Personally made jet that can comfortably fit three people and can go to speeds up to Mach 2. It has no weapons attached. It has a cargo bay capably of carrying and deploying 20 Jack-Bots (Size Small to Medium). It can be upgraded with work.
20 (Fly Mode) Jack-Bots. These models are built with wings on their side and a large machine gun located in the center of their chassis. While faster than other, land-based Jackbot designs, these bots are also slighter weaker, due to their aerodynamic design and materials used in their construction.
1 Helipack Mark 2: The next evolution of your Helipack, it has sacrificed some of its compactablility in exchange for a sturdier shell, more powerful engines, and the ability to Double as Back Armor when closed. However, it does have the problem of overheating more easily than your previous design due to the size of the motor used, and its own weight.
1 'Chili Pepper' Blaster Plus 10 rounds of ammo: An emergency gun created connected to your new helipack that can be taken off and used as a regualr weapon. The pepper at current standard fires small glass cases of Pepper spray, stunning those hit by it. This must be reloaded after every fourth shot, and can fire accurately at a range of 25 meters. Further upgrades are available.
550 Experience Points!: LEVEL UP! You are Now Level Four! Congratulations!
5 Stat Points! Spend them How you like! ( Except into intelligent. Since we're at 35 in that already, we now require special circumstances to breach and farther with it.)
You gained the Flaw/Perk: -Drunken Gamble!-: You ever see the Hangover? Well, If you get drunk enough, you get to experience the consequences and/or benefits of whatever happened during your horrific bender! Don't worry! Only some of the city is burning!
Lost:
1 Hair-tie of Hailation
1 Pudding of Power
1 Pair of Black Jeans
1 Evil Overlord Black Shirt
1 Sense of Dignity
END OF GAINS AND LOSSES.
And there we are. So, I hope it was worth the wait for it, and that I captured just how much a hangover can throw you off. And to those of you confused by the lack of voting options for this chapter, well, allow me to explain. You see, at the end of each leg or Quest. I will post a voting session on its own, which will dictate how the next week with go until the next Wu is activated. And, there is no guarantee to go after Wu. We COULD ignore it, and use the time exactly what we plan it for, but be warned that this may effect Confident Bonds and Level increases. So, everyone understand?
Good. Then I'm just going to be updating our handy stat sheet, and then Listing the next weeks options. See you again in, like, an hour or so!