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Fifh!

Been gone for a year and it hasn't rotted yet. Could probably get Sin to eat it if I grilled it first....

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#os game rp and Other Things That Ruined My Life: An Autobiography by komishko

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(Keep this for Christmas :3) Merry Christmas, Niko! *A wrapped box appears. Inside is a small plush replica of you!*

im…

I've got two now... there's three-

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Fell over again.

Sol was once again looking behind him to see that Niko has tripped and collapsed onto the cold cave floor.

Such a pleasant cold floor, right?

Why even walk forwards? Right leg hurts, shoulder hurts, head hurts, eyes hurt; really just a feeling you wanna sleep away.

Niko couldn't even remember the last time he slept.

...

Sol picked the kid back up again, before looking around and choosing to set him down near a wall; he sat down as well, flailing a small flame in front of Niko's eyes.

You there still?

The man only got a few quiet whines in response, but the kid looked fine… by the current standards.

...

Just gotta keep walking. Sol knew where to go.

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they should give the shot therapy so it stops feeling so guilty

We tried that[1]. It did not last long[2].

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This blog will re-tell the whole story of Oneshot

And will therefore contain spoilers for it.

Please play the original game before this.

This blog will slowly, post-by-post, re-tell the entirety of Oneshot, in the format of a Tumblr character ask blog.

You can change the story by sending "Magic Anons", in the format of "M!A: [Something Unusual Happens]".

Other means of intervention, such as hackmail, character interactions and anything else will also work.

You should follow no rules, nor should I.

Ran by the one and Komi.

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"This gets substantially funnier once the evil rock in his brain is taken into account"

Not elaborating on this one

(au belongs to @komishko)

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what if silver oneshot had a cool sword

Ding dong, it's me with the underwritten and underexplored AU/OC again.

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Hi Happy! Thank you so much for the replica. I’ve been practicing some moves with it!

Knew you'd get attached to that thing.

At least something new to hear of in this place.

Haven't pushed forth a moment more thrilling than this, but life isn't really a medium where you can just cut to the next exciting scene, gotta wait once again.

What even did you learn to do exactly? I know you told Theo about it and you were elusive without flaw afterwards.

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(off anon)

Website roleplay is funny like that. It becomes so intertwined that it becomes difficult to keep up with. It doesn't help that my most active blogs (zeralight-asks and the-writer-machine) often don't use the tag, though that's due to some post being more suited for the pokemon roleplay sphere (rotomblr).

Heck, I've had that issue for rotomblr as well, though likely due to their reliance on discord servers to stage more plot important interactions rather than supplemental chats. It's easier to do that, but it makes it way more difficult for others to follow along.

Now that I'm thinking about it, that might just be an issue with the medium itself; It's difficult to piece together what's going on if you don't follow everything involved, and if you do then it can still be hard because it's either overwhelming or tumblr sucks. And when the stories involve another platform entirely, it's easy to just give up-

It also doesn't help that os game rp in general has become pretty complicated in terms of everyone's lore. "#onerole" was created to ground the scene to just oneshot and oneshot-constrained original characters, but it only has a handful of blogs.

That said, there have been attempts to keep track of select plots, often called arcs. @/os-mapmaker (and me) made a few posts under "#os arc map" that attemps to chronicle certain arcs, and @/the-writer-machine has a list of "companions" that are individual stories between Emma and another character.

We're also prone to rambling and infodumping, so feel free to ask us about the stuff you wanna know about :3

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This is gonna hurt SO good...

...

He walked forwards, grabbing that corrupt die again. Him and Asuka finally hatched a way to advance the plan, even if it involved unreliable bait.

The fact that it was likely to attract things other than whatever was threatening the world was a real concern, but that's all they could have done.

The target was a AuTank of The Union, and… right as Raven was spotted by the flying drones following it… he dashed forth, before kicking the kiloton behemoth up into the air.

He jumped forth at the unwillingly airborn vehicle, clutched the dice in his hand, and struck the machine.

Right as it connected, the corruption spread all over the metal, and up Raven's hand… But he couldn't help but laugh it out.

The random absurd velocities applying to each piece of meat, the organs and bones rearranging… It was hell… The agony lasted for half a second before he was suddenly teleported away.

...

He was back to Asuka and Elphelt with the still glitching dice, the bizarre anomaly bait was out, The Union had a distraction, and more.

Though, two of the three were definitely not getting any fun, positive emotions from, mmm, how do I describe this lightly, the half meter hole Raven had for a hand.

You did step 3 at 8.44 seconds after the initial transfer, just as calculated, yes?

I hit it at 7.89-

of course you did…

Are you okay!?!?!?

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Waking with a skull splitting headache that, for all Sol knew, could have actually been from a split skull, he got up.

Lighting a flame in his hand, he inspected the small blood splatters across the cave walls, before running up to the body of Niko.

In a rush, he put his hand up to the kid's neck.

…

He exhaled in relief, having felt a pulse.

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iegh…

Rise and shine…

After a while of walking through the cave, Sol crouched to put Niko down, sitting the kid against the cold stone.

He sat down as well, keeping the hand flame lit, waiting for the hero to come to their senses.

Niko regained consciousness without it really seeming so. He was still worn out and confused, tears forming in his eyes again.

I could talk forever about how much I hate this.

Actually got a damn call from Ky on the way through here, says he escaped Whiterock and managed to clear some bullshit up.

The Union is trying to kill you.

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It's bad enough that we need to play cavemen. Apparently Ky wanted to hide us here without the chase, but at least we lived.

Niko slowly got up, taking off the mask, still pained by his wounds.

Well, care to help, sun kid?

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Do something with your powers, bright-sword?

…?

Light up the way maybe!?

Ah- i...

Niko managed to create a light source in his arm, far brighter than whatever Sol had beforehand.

...

The kid didn't even really know where Sol was taking him, but the two kept walking through the untouched stone prison. Sadness and pain filled the head.

Niko didn't think to ask questions, for there were as little good ideas here as there were good things overall.

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We're moving out, direct orders from the first king.

Up the road and then 9-o-clock.

Oh!

Really? Mister mystery king with something that finally makes sense?

The entire crew started to get on their trucks while Sol and Niko got back on the firewheel.

With everyone nearly ready to move, Sol pointed his hand out to quickly measure what "Up the road then 9 o' clock" even lead to. He quickly realized that this was offroad into seemingly nowhere.

Gh-

This makes no goddamn sense! Where are we going?

But, happy or not, they all moved out.

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The whole ride was going for so long… With barely anything to relieve the stress.

Niko was never under this much pressure, oh the horrible weight it all had… All those things he was warned of were now showing, instead of telling.

Everything seems to be going so wrong, he had no idea what to do, the path ahead was dark, and what could he loose with just one mistake? This entire world and all the friends he made? All the people that deserve another chance? The way back home? His own life?

Maybe he had already lost all of it… Lost all of them… Even himself…

And he felt like it was, at least partly, his fault.

His heart was being pulled into the depths, which he was observing with closed eyes. The lungs breathed heavier and heavier air, destroying the hope to even sit upright. Having already cried all the tears he could, he could only resort to quiet, dry weeps.

It was a sorrow left unheard and unnoticed, truck engines are louder than sadness, after all.

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...

...?

At least the endless stream of dread was interrupted by a high pitched whirr from above, one of an unnatural machine. It was even more concerning to the sensitive, young ear.

Everyone looked up to see some a pair of planes, and most recognized them being from the Union airforce.

So, he was leading us to meet up with the Union?

…Sol's remark was met with general comotion amongst the near soliders.

…this is unplanned!

Is… this a rogue force?

No one informed us of this, sir!

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the hell-

//Now Playing: Thrill

AGH-

With Sol harshly swerving the firewheel off to the side and Niko blocking with the excalibur on impulse, the VIPs of this sketchy escort barely avoided a fiery disaster of metal shards that a truck turned into on the front. The screeching of tires sounded from everywhere on the ground, as several more explosions followed.

Barely gaining control for a moment, Sol shouted -

Fuck Ky's orders! Make a run for it!

-Before accelerating the hell away, the soliders following, both Illyrian and the Union's.

The trucks, able to keep up with the red bike off the road, started counter attacking with whatever ranged units they had. The twin triggers kept firing shots and missing, until an actual anti-air wiseman fired three magic missiles out.

The two drones responded by firing flares and dissapearing in the smoke, which only helped one of them. The damaged one dove down, grazing a truck with an explosion, the other dodged the missiles, but got unlucky enough to be struck by a trigger shot.

And if that seemed like it, a look on the horison had shown five larger aircraft on the way.

"How are we supposed to outpace jet planes by desert truck?" - was the only thing on the collective mind, besides panic and confusion.

There was no way.

The second wave of attacks hit, as the five planes all launched missiles from far away, all chaotically landing, taking out another truck of the five remaining.

Another plane got unlucky with stray ballista shots, three fell to the anti air.

One seemed to have made it through, but as it prepared a missile to fire up close, it was hit off course and into the ground by skyward swords that were released by soliders earlier.

As the smoke cleared from the 6th vehicle explosion of the wave, everyone saw the reinforcements of more planes, one of which was the size of a bomber.

The large plane proved a threat immideatly, as it fired a beam-like shot at the one truck with anti-air specialists, annihilating it.

Do something!

Niko, who had basically zoned out from fear, snapped out of it the moment Sol shouted at him. With a simple and anxious thought, he branded the excalibur like a long rifle, steadying his shaky aim...

The flying behemoth fired another shot this time nearly hitting the duo on the motorcycle, only forcing them to sway off to the side. This threw Niko off.

And steadying another shot, hands shaking even worse, assuming these were all machines and finally firing a powerful shot...

Niko managed to hit the wing of the large plane and take it out of the air.

The explosion took in a few more planes, but now the lack of anti-air set in.

Now they could only dodge.

Immideatly after the cannonship went down, a stream of gunfire flew by the motorcycle. Two bullets hitting Niko in the shoulder, and another managing to graze Sol's neck.

Niko only got to blocking the oncoming attacks after the duo was hurt. The firehweel swayed off to another side.

Sol looked behind himself in fear. Seeing more and more air forces, even he was loosing composure.

Swaying... Swaying... Blocking... Blocking... The hopeless parts of the battle stretched forever...

Sol accelerated the bike, and… Snap! Ding...

The chain shattered and the engine was now spinning into nothingness, screeching a high pitched whirr as the firewheel slowed down instead.

Map says covered C4 ravine up ahead! 10-o-clock!

-Shouted a solider off of a truck, and the escort sharply turned, as the main duo instead drove forth, deccelerating, death approaching.

Sol's mind was torn.

Turning would loose all the speed, but the ravine in front was certian death…

Map says class four covered ravine up ahead…

Up the road then 9-o-clock, direct orders…

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Finally, mister mystery king with something that makes sense!

Gun-crash!

As the sands below started shifting down in chaos, as the planes nearly caught up, as the duo was about to be engufled in missile explosions, as everyone abandoned them, as all hope was lost…

Sol struck the ground with his sword.

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Everything flashed a blinding yellow and the only thing the two could hear was pain in their ears.

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The duo was shaken by some sort of rough ride down an invisible slope, before it turned to uncontrolled spinning, and concussions…

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Gah!

Sol, barely gathering the mind to do anything, struck the ceiling.

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It all hurt.

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Skull man, use trumpet 🎺

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Meanwhile...

Oh, hey! I have a skull statue at home!

clank-

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I've missed so many ears of politics… Didn't these Union guys blockade Refuge until everyone inside was nearly starved?

I recall a... friend… called me from there about this, right before I was cut contact with them by the Greed curse…

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Ten years have passed and I pray to god they are safe out there…

The car kept driving…

@ask-starfish-and-stara

The trio was taking breaths after the tense battle…

With Stara and Starfish having walked up the dune, they saw the priest standing over a completely lifeless, dry body, just as the duo suspected. As he noticed the other two, he loudly spoke with geniuine worry.

My God, young people! Are you two alright after that?

He went over to the flipped-over car, which now had several noticable dents.

Sureley I've at least left some bandages here, no…?

I had to warn you two so much better-

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Oh, we almost made it!

The lights became brighter and more detailed as the three drove up a hill, before making it past the top.

This revealed the entire colony of Whiterock. This was seemingly a giant night city from the outside, though not exactly beautiful or mesmerising. It was, after all, full of vertical take-off aircraft rising and various land vehicles still exiting through the main freeways.

The trio rode downhill towards a smaller street, which was still massive, just not as populated by giant house sized tanks that crush unsuspecting motorcyclists.

It was easy for Lester to suspect that the place was… quite dystopian by today's standarts. Large screens and flags lined the lame concrete blocks with windows, the few stores there seemed to be branded without any character and everything was either white looking rock, or metal. The streets were devoid of people.

The usually refuge-inhabiting people were also clearly bothered by the atmosphere, but just chose to look at the screens for some information. It was all silently pointing at the locations of the nearest bunkers, while sometimes running lines from some emergency broadcast and...

"Wanted dead or alive: "Sol Badguy", 20m W$ reward"

"Wanted dead or alive: "Niko" The Hero, 100m W$ reward"

…both with photograths of the duo that Lester previously was with, Niko's being noticably worse and taken from a distance.

Ling and Kip definitely weren't pleased with it either.

What…?

@lesterpesterson

The three have been riding for a while now, it would usually start to get boring right about now, especially with how badly conversations go on loud bikes.

The blue hills would just keep flying past, but interest arose as a bizarre, droning, unnaturally mechanical chord slowly faded in from high up.

The bike slowed down, and everybody looked up above to see weird aircraft flying above. They featured wings, jet-like shines on the back, and all that planes needed. All human technology, yet none of them were anything like Lester saw before.

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…why are they flying in all directions?

!!!

With a sudden sharp turn, Kip swung the bike right off the side of the highway, nearly causing the passengers to fall out. She stopped the bike. The reason for this all arrived shortly after, as a very large, behemoth of a vehicle drove past, taking up the whole highway.

One could only procces a set of tank treads the size of a house, shining spotlights on the road, driving at speeds of a sports car. This terror seemingly flew by three more times, with more aircraft flying by at lower altitude, all lifting a noticable wind.

…everyone was definitely shocked by this.