From: chaoskagami Date: Tue, 26 Jan 2016 07:22:39 +0000 (-0500) Subject: Fixups, etc X-Git-Url: https://chaos.moe/g/?a=commitdiff_plain;p=misc%2F4ch-to-mw.git Fixups, etc --- diff --git a/4ch-to-mw.py b/4ch-to-mw.py index 6812e07..4fa4afd 100755 --- a/4ch-to-mw.py +++ b/4ch-to-mw.py @@ -33,6 +33,7 @@ from subprocess import call import shutil from lxml.html import parse, tostring import requests +import datetime if len(sys.argv) < 2: sys.exit("Required ID argument missing.") @@ -137,10 +138,11 @@ def dump_mediawiki_markup(out_file, post_list, post_id): f.write(("Thread " + post_id + "").encode('utf-8')) f.write(("<!-- Autogenerated by 4ch-to-mw.py -->\n").encode('utf-8')) for p in post_list: - header = p['name'] + " " + p['time'] + " No." + p['id'] + timestamp = datetime.datetime.fromtimestamp(int(p['time'])).strftime("%Y/%m/%d %H:%M:%S") + header = p['name'] + " " + timestamp + " No." + p['id'] if p['subj'] != "": header = p['subj'] + " " + header - f.write("<b>" + header + "</b>\n") + f.write(("<b>" + header + "</b>\n").encode('utf-8')) if p['img'] != "": f.write("[[File:" + p['img'] + "|thumb|left|200x200px]]\n") f.write("<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'>\n") diff --git a/README.md b/README.md index 96e4040..9be0b44 100644 --- a/README.md +++ b/README.md @@ -14,8 +14,10 @@ You need: * python2 * lxml -An example of output is provided in the folder examples/mgn-2. What that is should be predictable. +An example of output is provided in the folder examples/mgn-1. What that is should be predictable (MGN thread 1) -This tool does not filter duplicate images. I wish it could, sorry. +This tool does not filter duplicate images. I wish it could, sorry. Also, because of the way the dumps are generated, you need to ignore mediawiki's suggestion to import pages first. + +** Import images first. IMAGES FIRST. ** Got it? Good. Licensing? Bah. If you're really a legal freak, then WTFPL. To summarize, I don't care. diff --git a/examples/mgn-1/19489889.xml b/examples/mgn-1/19489889.xml new file mode 100644 index 0000000..39a814c --- /dev/null +++ b/examples/mgn-1/19489889.xml @@ -0,0 +1,418 @@ +Thread 19489889<!-- Autogenerated by 4ch-to-mw.py --> +<b>Magical Girl Noir Quest Deculture 2012/06/15 08:40:46 No.19489889</b> +[[File:1339764046939.png|thumb|left|200x200px]] +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +You fell asleep in your costume again. + +It might have mattered, long ago. Long ago you might have been relieved to transform out of it after a hard day's work. You might have been relieved to get back to your normal life, as a normal girl, with normal problems. + +After a while you just stopped caring. The costume stays on. You don't even sleep much anymore, only in the times when your body finally decides to shut down. Or at least until you realize that you've gone for so long without rest that you were only shooting up hallucinations. Days aren't that much important, anymore. You keep asking for the assigments, even the horrible ones. The ones that even that pocky-fellating bitch wouldn't take. + +You look like shit, you feel like shit, and for the second time this week, you've forgotten what your name was. It's at the tip of your tongue, if your mouth didn't taste like blood and stale alcohol at the moment. + +What do you call yourself? Hopefully not something stupid again. Mami never really got over how you started calling yourself that name again. + +(First quest, a bit of an experiment. I'll delete this right away if there's no interest.) +</pre> +---------------------------------- +<b>Hungarianfag 2012/06/15 08:44:46 No.19489905</b> +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +Chiaki Matsuda? + +I'm interested but I don't know if anyone else is... +</pre> +---------------------------------- +<b>Deculture 2012/06/15 08:57:31 No.19489970</b> +[[File:1339765051186.png|thumb|left|200x200px]] +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +>>19489905 + +Chiaki Matsuda...? That kinda sounds stylish. A bit too cute for you, but hell, you've called yourself worse before. Other people have called you worse before. + +The other names that floated up sounded a bit too silly. Maybe next time, if you wake up forgetting everything again. + +You try to smile at yourself. Not much of an improvement, but it'll do. + +What next? +[]Check your inventory. +[]Check the heavy circular shield thing clamped onto your right arm. +</pre> +---------------------------------- +<b>Anonymous 2012/06/15 08:58:28 No.19489976</b> +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +>>19489970 +>[x]Check the heavy circular shield thing clamped onto your right arm. +</pre> +---------------------------------- +<b>Deculture 2012/06/15 09:06:25 No.19490029</b> +[[File:1339765585825.png|thumb|left|200x200px]] +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +>>19489976 + +Your shield...thing. You don't really know what to call it, but you know it's heavy, and you could probably do some damage with it if you smash someone over the head with it. It's constantly clicking inside, like a bomb, but you're not too worried about it exploding. + +Upon closer inspection, it looks like it's seen better days. There's a large gash in the middle, like someone had taken an industrial saw to it and tried to cut it in half. The jewel in the center is cracked, and it's showing some of the clicking gears inside. + +What are you, Captain America or something? + +[]Check inventory. +[]Try to see if it comes off. +[]Stars and Stripes. +</pre> +---------------------------------- +<b>Deculture 2012/06/15 09:37:32 No.19490211</b> +[[File:1339767452678.png|thumb|left|200x200px]] +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +What? Stars and Stripes? You're not Captain America. You're not even American. Stop mucking around. You'd probably hurt yourself trying to. + +You jiggle with it a bit. It turns slightly, but the gears clicking relentlessly within start to protest loudly, so you leave it alone. You know it'll go away if you cancel your transformation, but you don't feel like it at the moment. + +[]Mess around with it a bit more. +[]Check your inventory. +[]Think about how Iron Man is way cooler as a superhero. +</pre> +---------------------------------- +<b>Deculture 2012/06/15 09:59:32 No.19490352</b> +[[File:1339768772606.png|thumb|left|200x200px]] +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +You think about how much more awesome Iron Man is than Captain America. The alcoholism isn't too hot, but hey, you're already down that road anyway. + +You check your inventory. You have two small canisters of regular painkillers, enough for four doses. An opened pack of cigarettes, two of which has already been smoked. A metal zippo lighter, which you manage to light after nearly dropping it. Curiously, two crumpled-up 100 dollar bills. Your trusty combat knife, still strapped to your ankle. + +Oh, and your clamshell cellphone. It seems to be fully charged and in an annoying pink color. From the screen, you could see that you have two messages. + +[]Take a dose. +[]Smoke. +[]Read your messages. +</pre> +---------------------------------- +<b>Deculture 2012/06/15 10:25:54 No.19490528</b> +[[File:1339770354914.png|thumb|left|200x200px]] +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +You light up one first before reading. It doesn't help the horrible taste in your mouth much, but it calms you down, at least. If there were any laser traps to avoid, this'd be handy, too. + +You open up your message inbox. The first message comes from a sender registered to your contacts as QB. The other is from an unregistered number. + +Strangely enough, your phone is devoid of anything except these two new messages and what appears to be five contacts. There is a diary function, but it's kept locked away by a five-letter password. You leave it alone for now. + +[]Read the message from QB. +[]Read the message from the unregistered number. +[]Try and call one of your contacts, as follows: [Kaname Madoka] [Sakura Kyoko] [Tomoe Mami] [QB] [???] +</pre> +---------------------------------- +<b>Deculture 2012/06/15 10:48:38 No.19490664</b> +[[File:1339771718563.png|thumb|left|200x200px]] +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +You read the messages. + +The message from QB reads: + +"Make your way to Mami's apartment as soon as you wake up." + +Short, terse, commanding. Annoying little parasite, you remember not liking it, and even in your slightly confused state, you don't think that's going to change anytime soon. + +The message from the unregistered number is stranger: + +"Let it go. Seriously. It's time to move on." + +You have no idea what they're talking about, or who's it from. Maybe it's just spam, or a message wrongly sent to your number. Nothing significant, you decide. + +[] Go to Mami's Apartment posthaste. +[] Call someone from your contacts list. +[] Stab out an angry reply containing various and less-than-eloquent profanities. +</pre> +---------------------------------- +<b>Deculture 2012/06/15 11:21:12 No.19490860</b> +[[File:1339773672263.png|thumb|left|200x200px]] +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +Biting into the filter of your nearly-spent cigarette, you stab out a couple of choice expletives from your admittedly limited repertoire as a reply to QB. Quickly accessing the 'draw' function of your phone, you scrawl out something offensive and send it as an attachment. + +It's immature and puerile, but you're not in the best of moods. It felt good sending it, in any case. + +After a while, you call one of the registered numbers in your contact list. The other end of the line rings a few times, before it is picked up. + +"Hello...? Who is this?" A warm, familiar voice comes on, slightly hesitant. "I don't have your number on my contact list, I'm sorry...may I know who's on the line?" + +She seems to be alright, much to your relief. + +[]Answer as Chiaki. +[]Keep quiet. Breathe loudly. +[]Tell her to get the hell out of her apartment and stay away from QB. +</pre> +---------------------------------- +<b>Deculture 2012/06/15 11:59:02 No.19491072</b> +[[File:1339775942109.png|thumb|left|200x200px]] +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +It's great to hear her voice, even if it sounds like she's hesitant to receive your call. + +You manage to murmur your new name after a few unsuccessfull tries - your throat is dry, and painfully so - and there's silence at the other end for a few moments before Mami's voice comes on again, all warmth and honey now. + +"Chiaki...? That's a...surprisingly pretty name, and I think it's much better than your last one. Murderface doesn't really suit you," she giggles slightly, before concern seeps into her voice. "Are you sure you're alright, er, Chiaki-san...? You sound a bit hoarse..." + +She pauses as a muffled voice speaks in the background. + +"Oh, um. Kyuubey says to come on over, so we can give you your assignment for today. He sounds a bit grumpy today, for some reason...although, you can never really tell with him, can you?" + +Another pause. "Chiaki-san, have you had breakfast yet? I'll set an extra place if you haven't." + +What do you reply? +</pre> +---------------------------------- +<b> 2012/06/15 12:02:31 No.19491092</b> +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +>>19491072 +"I don't think I have… can't really remember. That'd be great." +</pre> +---------------------------------- +<b>Anonymous 2012/06/15 12:02:59 No.19491095</b> +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +>>19491072 +"An extra-place ? With whom are you ?" + +There is maybe some people with whom we don't want to eat. +</pre> +---------------------------------- +<b>Deculture 2012/06/15 12:22:14 No.19491216</b> +[[File:1339777334904.jpg|thumb|left|200x200px]] +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +>>19491095 +>>19491092 + +"...That's no answer, Chiaki-san. You should eat better." Mami's voice becomes chiding as always. "You shouldn't be drinking so much, and the pills you've been taking...I know you're getting all the tough assignments, but please take care of yourself." + +You mumble something resembling an assent. If it was someone else, you'd tell them to take a long walk off a pier wearing cement shoes, but it's Mami. Can't do that to her. + +"I'll make sure there's enough left for you when you get here, then. And no, I'm alone here with Kyuubey. Why did you ask, Chiaki-san?" + +You mumble something else, and try to end the call there. Mami lets out a sigh, before she bids you goodbye. + +"I'll wait for you then, Chiaki-san. See you." + +The call ends, and you stash your cellphone back into your inventory. That went better than you expected it to. + +What do you do? +[] Go to Mami's apartment. +[] Arm yourself first before leaving. +[] Call someone else on your contact list. +</pre> +---------------------------------- +<b>Deculture 2012/06/15 12:52:49 No.19491416</b> +[[File:1339779169856.jpg|thumb|left|200x200px]] +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +You decide to get yourself ready, just in case. It doesn't hurt to prepare, and you know you're absolute shit with your knife at any capacity. + +As if responding to your thoughts, the heavy shield clamped to your arm clicks a few times, before turning a couple of dozen degrees, locking into place with a clack of metal, before reverting back to its old position. + +Automatically, you reach behind it, and feel the handle of an oversized gun fall heavily into your grip. It's a heavy son of a bitch, and you draw it out. + +It's not a gun, it's a handcannon. It's seen better days, sure, but it looks functional. The shield doesn't give you a reload, but at least the chambers are full. Eight shots worth. + +You remember then that the Shield has always given you strange things to work with. Sometimes it gives you hardware that's easily familiar, other times it's given you strangely-shaped ones that nearly break your wrist after every discharge and have prayer papers affixed to every available surface. + +In any case, you have a gun, now. You stash it into your inventory, and make your way to Mami's apartment. At least you remember the way, even if you can't remember what the hell your real name is. + +Even before you approach the front door, you realize that something is wrong. The sound of screaming inside is muffled, but clear, interrupted by the dulled thump of what sounds like concussive blasts of force. You can also hear breaking furniture and glass inside. + +What do you do? +</pre> +---------------------------------- +<b>Deculture 2012/06/15 13:19:01 No.19491574</b> +[[File:1339780741550.png|thumb|left|200x200px]] +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +Things sure went from nice to fucked in a hurry. + +Wasting no time, you draw your pistol from your inventory, before rearing up with one heeled foot and smashing it into the locked front door. The wood immediately gives way, splintering under the force, and you immediately grasp your firearm with both hands, one steadying the other, accommodating its weight. + +With trigger discipline, of course. + +As you enter, the apartment is dimly lit. Strange, because you remember that Mami never closes her blinds - she likes the sunlight to come in from the windows, and she isn't too well with the dark. The sharp stench of blood is all over, and as you step forward cautiously, you become increasingly aware that you're stepping in Incubator flesh. + +You call out Mami's name, feeling increasingly horrified at every passing moment. The entire apartment is now deathly silent, and totally dark. + +There is no response. + +What do you do? +</pre> +---------------------------------- +<b>Deculture 2012/06/15 13:45:23 No.19491743</b> +[[File:1339782323587.png|thumb|left|200x200px]] +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +You remind yourself that yelling out Mami's name over and over again isn't going to help, and you bite down on the impulse to do so. Venturing further into the apartment - both hands gripping the oversized gun tightly - you will yourself to move as silently as possible. At the very least, you'll hear the hypothetical knife before it's slid into your back. + +Your eyes beginning to adjust to the darkness, you can somewhat make out shapes now, and avoid walking into walls or stubbing your toes into furniture. Keeping your pistol aimed forward, you spy a huddled shape near the doorway leading to the kitchen, while you hear more scuffling and more screaming above you. Upstairs, where Mami's room is. + +What do you do? +</pre> +---------------------------------- +<b>Deculture 2012/06/15 14:14:19 No.19491983</b> +[[File:1339784059155.jpg|thumb|left|200x200px]] +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +There's no time to waste on the huddled shape by the kitchen, and you're not going to damage more of Mami's apartment if you can help it. + +You move as quickly and as quietly you can upstairs, nearly slipping on a few steps but managing to keep your footing. You realize that whatever's got Mami in her room has left a blood trail - or worse, it's actually hers to begin with. + +As you approach the door to Mami's room, only at the last second do you sense someone just about to stab you in the back, the gleam of a knife catching your glasses in the dim light. + +What do you do? +</pre> +---------------------------------- +<b>Anonymous 2012/06/15 14:15:06 No.19491991</b> +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +>>19491983 +wait, what just.... +</pre> +---------------------------------- +<b>Anonymous 2012/06/15 14:16:55 No.19492006</b> +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +>>19491991 +1/ deculture fucked up and posted twice +2/ homu just died and gone back in time +</pre> +---------------------------------- +<b>Deculture 2012/06/15 14:33:05 No.19492117</b> +[[File:1339785185073.jpg|thumb|left|200x200px]] +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +>>19492006 +Yeah, sorry about that. Network's a bit spotty at the moment. + += +Someday, someone will manage to kill you. Put a bullet in your head, shove ten inches of tempered steel right through your spine, you're not particularly concerned how. + +All you know is that it will not be today. + +Letting your left hand come away with the gun, you spin around to smash your shield into the knife. You feel the blade skitter across the jagged scar of the otherwise-smooth surface of the device, sparks flying at the contact, and it's with a clatter that you hear the sharp implement fall to the floor. Immediately you lunge forward, right hand managing to grab a handful of garment, and you drag whoever it is to the floor with you. A moment's worth of mutual cursing, kicking and struggling, and you end up on top, gun firmly nudging your captive's chest. + +"Ugh. G-get off! You smell like booze! Get off, god dammit!" + +You recognize that voice, and it's suddenly clear that you've grabbed someone's cape. White, long and somewhat bloody. + +"It's Sayaka, you stupid bitch! Get off of me! Mami-san's in danger! And point that thing somewhere else, for fuck's sake!" + +What do you do? +</pre> +---------------------------------- +<b>Deculture 2012/06/15 15:01:43 No.19492410</b> +[[File:1339786903888.jpg|thumb|left|200x200px]] +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +Your blood up at this unexpected, adrenalin-filled altercation, you resist the temptation of pistol-whipping her across the face, and instead settle for calling her a cunt under your breath for nearly stabbing you in the back. You ask, in a louder voice, just what's happening, as you both stand up and compose yourselves. + +"I heard that! And no, I don't have any fucking clue! I just..." Sayaka gulps audibly as she looks at the door to Mami's room, before shaking her head. "I just stopped by because QB was going to give me another assignment! It was like this when I got here, and I tried to get to Mami, but something was--hey, wait! Wait a second!" + +You've heard enough. Turning your back on your fellow magical girl, you immediately make to force Mami's door open. "Wait a second, you fucking boozehead! We don't know what's in there!" + +You tell her to fuck off. You've always wanted to do that. + +The door comes away in your second kick, and light floods your eyes. Bright, blinding light-- + +--coming from the muzzle flash of Mami's rifles, at the far corner of the room. She's clamping one bloody hand at her side, slumped against the wall, firing off and discarding the rifles erected in front of her. Discharging them at something from across the room. + +You immediately recognize it for what it was. + +A witch. A freshly-turned monstrosity, still humanoid in form. A witch hat jauntily perched on its darkened skull, its flamboyant outfit dripping ichor. Two oversized pistols of strange origin jutting out from its clawed hands. + +Its head snaps up at your approach, and it smiles at you. + +"Ho...mura." + +You feel the shield heat up at its attention, and the muted clicking inside the device seem to grow louder. + +What do you do? +</pre> +---------------------------------- +<b>Deculture 2012/06/15 15:39:16 No.19492819</b> +[[File:1339789156941.jpg|thumb|left|200x200px]] +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +Quickly springing forward and interposing yourself between Mami and the Witch, you aim the handcannon one-handedly at the warp-touched figure. It repeats the name with much more relish, seemingly cackling at you. + +"CHIAKII-SAN! GET BACK! I'LL HANDLE THIS!" + +You can barely hear Mami from the deafening report of her rifles, but even if you could, you definitely wouldn't have followed that order. This witch needed to die, and if it had to take you breaking its face with the gun after you've emptied all eight rounds into it, then so be it. + +At this, the clicking inside your shield stops, and it turns a complete 180 degrees - locking into place with a crunching of gears and the slap of metal upon metal. + +The world immediately turns gray. Stopping completely, utterly. A dull iron-cast covering everything. Freezing everything in time. + +Including the Witch. + +But instead of the twisted evil being you saw shambling towards Mami, you see only a young woman, with her blonde hair tied into twintails. Holding onto two pistols, scared out of her wits. Staring at you as if you were death itself. Silently pleading to be saved. + +The witch's mark engraved brightly on her forehead. + +What do you do? +</pre> +---------------------------------- +<b>Deculture 2012/06/15 16:10:34 No.19493181</b> +[[File:1339791034201.png|thumb|left|200x200px]] +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +Your eyes narrow behind your glasses as you glare at the Witch's Mark. It meant that this was no mere accident or turning - someone had planned this. A setup that pretty much resulted in Mami bleeding out and you without the breakfast you've been promised. + +Stepping forward, you press the mouth of your gun directly upon the mark, right at the center of the twintailed girl's forehead. You could almost hear her whimper at this, tears welling up in her eyes and falling out, only to be frozen in the air moments later, glistening. Long ago, you probably would have hesitated. You'd have cared to ask who sent her, or tried to find some way to help. + +You were looking forward to pancakes, you murmur instead, before pulling the trigger. + +The gun kicks in your hand as the hammer blasts forward, igniting the powder, sending the round careening through the barrel, punching through skin, bone, and brain. The entry wound is insultingly small for such a caliber, but the exit wound is a blossoming flower of flesh and blood at the back of the girl's head, frozen in time. + +The world resumes its pace, the gray filter lifting, and you close your eyes from the sight of the witch eroding into nothing from the feet up. + +Leaving behind a single Grief Seed, its spine embedded into the floor. +</pre> +---------------------------------- +<b>Deculture 2012/06/15 16:12:54 No.19493206</b> +[[File:1339791174475.jpg|thumb|left|200x200px]] +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +>>19493181 + +"Chiaki...san?" Mami's voice comes around, and you turn to glance at her. She's still bleeding, but it seems that Sayaka's tending to her injuries at the moment. "I...I'm sorry, I didn't..." + +You shake your head, and make to stash your weapon away, when you hear a familiar voice. Not in your ear, but in your mind, like a splinter in your brain. Interrupting your thoughts. + +"You're late. What's your excuse?" The white furry creature - or rather, a horde of it - scampers into the room, fourteen pairs of eyes swiveling to look up at you. They all seem to be chewing something. "Also, what is this curious creature you drew a picture of? Dickbutt?" + +". . ." You're suddenly very tired. + +What do you do? +</pre> +---------------------------------- +<b>Deculture 2012/06/15 16:38:16 No.19493450</b> +[[File:1339792696651.jpg|thumb|left|200x200px]] +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +You let the Incubator stew in silence as you sharply nudge up the Grief Seed into the air with the toe of your shoe, catching it with your free hand and pressing it against the Soul Gem on the back of your hand. Purifying the roiling darkness inside it, before tossing the bauble aside, where it's caught by one of the Kyuubeys milling around. Asshole. + +The Incubators look up at you, before giving a collective shake of their heads, in perfect syncronization. "Silent as always. I don't know what goes on in your head, but your tardiness almost got Tomoe Mami killed. I do hope you reflect on that." +</pre> +---------------------------------- +<b>Deculture 2012/06/15 16:40:42 No.19493476</b> +[[File:1339792842405.jpg|thumb|left|200x200px]] +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +"N-no, it's not her fault, we didn't know..." Mami protests, wincing at Sayaka's crude application of bandages. It sees that whatever it was had clawed her side open, but thankfully they were merely flesh wounds and nothing more. "S-Sayaka-chan, it's okay. I'll keep. Thank you." + +"You shouldn't coddle a junior like her, you know," Kyuubey now chides the blonde magical girl. "We found her in the middle of nowhere with no memory of who she was. She should at least learn to be disciplined." + +"She's a good girl," Mami insists, wincing as she now stood up. "And...and she's going to help me clean up, and after that, I'll get her the breakfast she came here for. Right, Chiaki-san?" She smiles at you, bright despite the bloodstains on her face, and the state of her own apartment. + +Sayaka glowers at you as you return that smile as best you can (which isn't much, even by your standards). + +Kyuubey lets out a sigh. "Very well. Go and do your things. You," the mass of crimson eyes swivel back to focus at you, "Get your assignment dossier from Sayaka afterwards. And please, try not to kill anyone important this time. I'll...I'll go look and see what caused this." + +Stupid dickbutt rodent bastard. You'll kill him permanently one of these days. +</pre> +---------------------------------- +<b>Anonymous 2012/06/15 16:40:58 No.19493482</b> +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +Shoot one of the QBs to vent. It won't make a damndest bit of diference but we may feel better. +</pre> +---------------------------------- +<b>Deculture 2012/06/15 16:48:44 No.19493572</b> +<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> +>>19493482 + +One of the Kyuubeys suddenly bursts into bloody chunks following a deafening pistol report - and you blink as Mami, Sayaka and the remaining Incubators turn to look at you - while you're surreptitiously stashing your gun back into your inventory. + +You shrug. You have an apartment to clean, all of a sudden, and a reward of pancakes to earn. + += = + +And that's that for the first thread. Er, I didn't know this would get any interest at all, but thank you for those who did! also, I'm sorry I ran out of drawings. 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19554306<!-- Autogenerated by 4ch-to-mw.py --> -<b>Deculture 1340192015 No.19554306</b> -[[File:1340192015558.png|thumb|left|200x200px]] -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> -You are a Magical GIrl. - -In the past, you seem to have referred to yourself as Murderface. - -Your memory isn't the best. You remember something things faintly, like viewing them through smoked glass. Others you remember startlingly clearly, as if you're there, watching them unfold, replaying over and over again. - -One of them being shooting a smiling pink-haired girl in the face, moments after she tore your still-beating heart out from your chest with clawed hands. - -You are Chiaki Matsuda, and you are in the seedy bar that's just a few blocks away from your own apartment. - -You're not too sure how you ended up here. -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Anonymous 1340192499 No.19554350</b> -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> ->>19554306 -Check inventory, check physical condition, assess drunkenness, try to remember if we had a job to do, order another drink. -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Deculture 1340192647 No.19554365</b> -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> -Well, you're not exactly sure, but you have an idea. After what had happened in Mami's apartment - and having spent a good chunk of the day helping her clean up - you had decided to step out for a moment. - -Maybe you didn't want to stick around too much. Sure, the food was good, and it felt nice to be around the blonde. But you didn't quite care for the company - namely, the blue-haired bitch glaring at you after every bite. Or the lectures that little rat bastard kept spouting. - -You wanted some fresh air, and you ended up where you normally tried your level best to kill your liver. - -It's funny how things work out. -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Deculture 1340192987 No.19554396</b> -[[File:1340192987122.png|thumb|left|200x200px]] -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> ->>19554350 - -The bar doesn't really have a name. It's just a bar, built there to give people a place to try and drown whatever sorrows they have. It's staffed by a tall, dark-skinned man with the biggest afro you've ever seen, and sharp facial hair you swear is tailored to make his furious scowl look like it's taking up 90% of his face. - -You check your inventory. Everything's pretty much there, same as the last time. Well, except the money. You already gave that to Charles, the Bartender. - -Oh. You have that envelope Sayaka tossed your way. You haven't opened it yet. It's supposed to be your next assignment. - -You're...well, you're not drunk. You could be drunk a bit more, though. -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Anonymous 1340193113 No.19554408</b> -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> ->>19554396 -Get another drink and make it a double, stuff two cigarettes in our mouth and light them up, head to a private table instead of the bar and open up the envelope. -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Deculture 1340194121 No.19554505</b> -[[File:1340194121906.png|thumb|left|200x200px]] -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> ->>19554408 - -You've already drunk your money's worth, but you do have a tab, and Charles still owes you for that time when you solved a particularly nasty problem involving a couple of Yakuzas trying to shoot up the joint. You order a double whisky, and are mere seconds from lighting the cigarettes when you hear the bar doors open behind you, a cheerfully grating voice ringing out. - -"Hey! If it isn't ol' Murderface! Still trying to take yourself out the slow way, huh? Alcohol and pills?" The cigarettes end up on the bar, thankfully not into your double, as a hearty slap slams into your back with resounding force. "Heard you actually took out a Witch this time without killing anyone by accident! You're improving!" - -Sakura Kyoko. This night just turned out a whole lot worse. - -What is your reply? -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Anonymous 1340194713 No.19554544</b> -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> -Offer her a cig and give her the assignment. -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Deculture 1340195406 No.19554613</b> -[[File:1340195406976.png|thumb|left|200x200px]] -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> -Trying to look as if that slap hadn't almost knocked the lungs out of your body, you grab your glass and drain it of whisky, not caring if it burned like hell on the way down. Motioning to Charles for another refill, you place the cigarettes back into your mouth, lighting them simultaneously, before giving her the most withering look you could ever muster. - -She only looks back at you, blankly, somewhat confused, and partly waiting for something to happen. - -Grumbling about one-eyed idiots, you tuck the envelope underneath one arm and grab your drink. You slide off the bar stool and trod off to a private table at the corner, but to your increasing ire, she follows suit. Just like some sort of one-eyed puppy with a Pocky addiction. - -"Well, I guess some things never change. You're still the most rousing conversation partner anyone could get." Kyoko chimes as she annoyingly seats herself from across you, waving at Charles and ordering her own drink. "Come on, don't be sulky. I came around to see how you were doing, after all! Isn't that what friends do?" - -[]Kyoko, please, this is not the time. -[]Friends don't set other friends on fire. -[]Your girlfriend almost made a pincushion out my kidneys. Leave me to drink in peace. -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Anonymous 1340195460 No.19554618</b> -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> ->>19554544 ->give her the assignment -Nonsense. As much as you'd love to pass your duties on someone else, you'd hate to miss a chance to get Grief Seed. -They are the thing that keeps your clock ticking. Cigs, booze and pills are just oiling to make it tick smoother, but Seeds are the thing that really matters. That is, if anything does. -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Anonymous 1340195540 No.19554625</b> -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> ->>19554613 ->[X]Your girlfriend almost made a pincushion out my kidneys. Leave me to drink in peace. -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Anonymous 1340195814 No.19554651</b> -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> ->>19554618 -Ah, I do not know how magical girls are powered here. That seems like a thing to do then. -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Anonymous 1340196143 No.19554685</b> -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> ->>19554651 -Basically Magical Girls get corruption over time and by using Magic, what you do is take a Grief Seed from a defeated Witch and shunt the corruption into their in order to extend your life. -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Deculture 1340196600 No.19554729</b> -[[File:1340196600348.png|thumb|left|200x200px]] -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> ->>19554625 - -"W-what? My...my girlfriend? B-but I don't...o-oh, YOU MEAN SAYAKA, HAHAHA! OH, THAT'S RICH, MURDERFACE! WE'RE JUST GOOD FRIENDS, REALLY! AHAHAHA!" - -The forced fake laughter would've been disturbing anyone else in the bar, if there had been anyone else in the damn bar besides you and Charles. After a few moments' more of fresh denial, she hunkers down and hisses at you, her one good eye glaring. - -"I swear, Murderface, make a crack like that again and I'll ambush you myself one of these days." And then, like a switch had been flipped, she grins again just as the bartender brings her drink over. Some sort of red girly drink, you're not sure what it's exactly called. Smells a bit fruity, though. - -"But, uh, sorry about that. We're kind of going through a rough patch." Kyoko says, managing to look sheepish as she cautiously sips her drink. You shoot her a look, shake your head, and make to open the envelope. You've ignored it long enough. - -"So, uh, what really happened? In Mami's apartment, I mean. One of the Kyuubeys said it was a particularly strong one. How'd you manage that?" - -How do you reply? -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Anonymous 1340196603 No.19554731</b> -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> ->>19554685 -Some sort of arcane corruption, I assume, not just a penchant for booze and pocky? - -This stuff about being set on fire wasn't in the previous thread, was it? -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Anonymous 1340196889 No.19554760</b> -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> ->>19554731 -Magic corruption, yeah. - ->>19554729 -The same way you kill any other witch, you cause enough brute trauma to a vulnerable location. - -It tried to interrupt my breakfast, and I do not take kindly to anyone getting between me and pancakes. - -Give her a cigarette and light up another one. -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Anonymous 1340197070 No.19554777</b> -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> ->>19554729 -You know QBs, always talk too much. That's the trait I really hate. - -As for that thing in Mami's flat, was not really a Witch, just someone given "the kiss", it was too late to save her, so I had to do it the starighforward way. Shoot it 'til it died. Didn't even take that long, really. - -How comes you are not chewing anything right now? You always do. -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Deculture 1340197987 No.19554874</b> -[[File:1340197987266.png|thumb|left|200x200px]] -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> ->>19554760 ->>19554777 - -"Huh. Nothing really special, then, I guess." It seems that she's strangely relieved about that, but with your odd one-eyed acquaintance, you can't be too sure. "That's pretty bad luck, though, having one pop up right there. When you're just about to arrive and all." - -You glance up at her, before shaking your head again as you unravel the string lock on the envelope, sucking down greedily on the two cigarettes currently occupying your lips. - -After a moment of continuing to ruin your lungs and voice, you grumble out your question around your cigarettes, and the girl sitting in front of you reddens somewhat. - -"Y-yeah, I guess. I've been trying to quit. Too much sweets and all, costume's getting a bit...tight. " It's then that she brightens up, again. "Hey, give me one of those things. They help make you lose weight, right?" - -You shrug, and give her a cigarette from your box, letting her light it up with one of your already-spent ones. As she smokes her first cigarette - coughing and hacking loudly after the very first puff, you pull out the papers inside the envelope. There are two, with a photograph of what looks like a young female idol. You're not into that sort of music, but she does look stupid and two-dimensional enough to be one. - -Kyuubey has loaned you out as security. Perfect. -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Anonymous 1340198236 No.19554913</b> -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> ->>19554874 -Fucking security detail. - -What are the details on the job? Who is after her? How long are we on security? Why the fuck should we care about what happens to her? Where are we protecting her, home, work, both? What enemies does she have? -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Anonymous 1340198412 No.19554936</b> -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> ->>19554874 -Just make up with your girlfriend. Then the weight will fall off, stress makes people fat after all - -Read our instructions while she simultaneously ponders the effectiveness of our advice and gets mad at it -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Deculture 1340199338 No.19555050</b> -[[File:1340199338407.jpg|thumb|left|200x200px]] -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> ->>19554936 ->>19554913 - -"Huh? Really? W-well, I guess that sort of makes sense..." Kyoko's voice trails off as she thoughtfully nibbles on her cigarette's filter, not exactly breathing in the smoke. You ignore her and look at the assignment Kyuubey has already signed you up for in advance. - -The client's name is Minase Iori. Age 16. Apparently, a group of otakus have declared their undying love for her, and had promised to take her away sometime before her upcoming concert. You've been contracted to assist as her personal security detail until she goes to America for the next stage of her world tour. It seems to be a lot of money, and Kyuubey had promised you two grief seeds in return for it. - -Not the most challenging of jobs, you suppose. Just another babysitting job. Otakus aren't the most threatening sort, either. You'd think a normal security detail would have sufficed, but her studio seemed adamant that special measures were taken. - -Of course, you know that whatever Kyuubey sends your way, it usually turns out to be more than you bargained for. - -You're asked to report, as soon as you can, to the hotel where she's staying. You know where it is, and you can get there quickly enough. - -"Huh. Babysitting job, huh? That sucks." Kyoko manages to blow smoke right into your face as she offers her unneeded opinion. "Yeah, good luck there. The guys you're watching out for are serious perverts." - -[]Ask Kyoko more about these perverts. -[]Call Kyuubey and tell him to get you another assignment, this one reeks. -[]Get another drink before leaving for the hotel. -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Anonymous 1340199486 No.19555069</b> -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> ->>19555050 -Ask Kyoko about the perverts and acquire more booze -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Anonymous 1340199510 No.19555075</b> -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> ->>19555050 -[X]Ask Kyoko more about these perverts. - -We need to know the threat these people pose, we're a professional. -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Anonymous 1340200319 No.19555191</b> -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> ->Ask about the perverts, and if she's one of them. -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Deculture 1340201431 No.19555359</b> -[[File:1340201431195.png|thumb|left|200x200px]] -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> ->>19555191 ->>19555075 ->>19555069 - -Charles just places the bottle of whisky in front of you and leaves you to refill your glass at your own pace, just like every night. Kyoko frowns at your question and perhaps veiled insult, but seems to give it some serious thought (which is rare, considering she's now biting into cigarette filter like it's pocky). - -"Well, one of her fellow idols got targeted last month by these losers, some girl named Yayoi or something or other. They didn't really think much about them, just put up the usual security detail, couple of armed gorillas in shades, you know what I mean." - -She finally notices that she's chewing on filter, and hastily spits it out. "Bleah! Anyway, turns out they'd been planning it for the longest time. They disguised themselves as hotel staff and locked her in that very room. Security detail didn't even hear a peep out of that place, and you can bet they took their time with her. No one got caught, but the footage hit every pay for porn site there the night after." Kyoko shakes her head. "Girl went into hiding after that. Heard she went insane or somethin'." - -Rapists. Wonderful, you think as you drain your third...or fourth glass, you can't remember. All you know is that you've dealt with such folk before, and you usually ended up wasting too much ammo. - -"Well, are you gonna take it or what? I wouldn't." The eyepatched girl grumbles. "Two grief seeds, but then again, you're not exactly the type to play white knight. I mean, look at you." She laughs. "It's barely dinnertime and you already smell like booze." -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Anonymous 1340201594 No.19555384</b> -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> ->>19555359 -"Shooting rapists is a reward on itself" - -"yeah, I'll take it" -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Deculture 1340203405 No.19555685</b> -[[File:1340203405275.png|thumb|left|200x200px]] -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> ->>19555384 - -Kyoko blinks at your reply, before grinning. "Yeah, things never do change. I knew you'd say that, even though this isn't really your type of thing." Stubbing out her cigarette on the table as she sips her drink. "At least this way something exciting'll be in the news. Hey, you think you can execute one of them on camera? That's always good TV, you know. Gives us a bit more exposure." - -You start to reply that you'd think about it, but it's then that you freeze as you see Kyoko's face blur in front of you. Not a migraine, she's not going in and out of focus, and it's certainly not your glasses, either. And you're not quite that drunk. Not yet. It must be...it must be... - -You stare as Kyoko is suddenly replaced by a hallucination. The pink-haired girl in your dreams. The one that you shot right in the face, just before she tore your still-beating heart out of your chest with her bare hands. - -"Hello, Homura-chan." She says, beaming. Her voice, like Kyuubey's, bypasses your ears, heard directly in your mind. Her lips aren't even moving. - -You're not Homura. You're Chiaki. Chiaki Matsuda. - -How do you react? -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Anonymous 1340204258 No.19555818</b> -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> ->>19555685 - -"Do you know why I drink?", take a shot, "Some people drink to remember, but not me. I drink to forget. And it works. I've forgotten my name, the day of the week, the faces of my parents, even what I did last night. But you? Your stupid face? The thing that drove me to the bottle in the first place? Clear as crystal, every fucking time. - -What do you want." -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Deculture 1340205498 No.19556039</b> -[[File:1340205498132.png|thumb|left|200x200px]] -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> ->>19555818 - -Despite the horror of something from your recurring nightmares coming out into reality and actually talking to you, you manage to say this perfectly, even managing not to spill any whisky down the front of your costume as you drain your glass. - -The illusion's smiles merely grow wider as she opens her eyes. Revealing two orbs of pure midnight black, as if her irises had bled out to her sclera in the most horrible way possible. - -"Of course your memory's going to be unreliable. Fakes will never be as good as the original, so a few flaws here and there are going to be par for the course. But at the very least, you still remember how to slowly self-destruct. That's something the original was very good at." - -She lets out a sigh, and you smell her breath, pungent and sweet with decay and corruption. - -"I'm just here to wish you good luck. You have a thirty percent chance of dying on this particular undertaking. Try not to get yourself killed too early, Homura-chan. I mean, I want a rematch, but I'm in no hurry. I like it better when you die slowly." - -[] Bullshit. You're just another hallucination. I haven't been sleeping right. Besides, I killed you. You're already dead. -[] No. Let's go right now. You, me, outside. -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Anonymous 1340223515 No.19557337</b> -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> ->>19556039 ->[X] Bullshit. You're just another hallucination. I haven't been sleeping right. Besides, I killed you. You're already dead. - -"You died a long time ago. You not a Ghost. You're not even a memory. A memory of a memory. And a bad one at that. -She would have never said something like that." - -Also: -Music for that scene: -http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AsbzP1AVS4k&feature=relmfu -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Deculture 1340233884 No.19559357</b> -[[File:1340233884824.png|thumb|left|200x200px]] -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> ->>19557337 - -The phantasm seems to slightly frown at your words, brow quirking as if this reaction was entirely unexpected - but her expression smoothens out to her previous one, her dark eyes glittering. It's then that she leans forward, smiling once more, her small tongue darting out to lick her lips. - -"Maybe, Homura-chan. But I can still kill you." - -And it's then that you feel it. Crippling, numbing pain, crunching into sensation at the back of your head and then stabbing forward. You grasp at your own head, fingers curling into your hair, as you grit your teeth against the pain. It's familiar, but at the same time something you had hoped never to experience again. - -"Hey. Hey! Murderface! MURDERFACE!" - -And as suddenly as it came, as soon as you hear Kyoko's voice over the sharp whine ringing in your ears - the pain disappears, taking with it the hallucination. You look up, cautiously, to check if Kyoko is still her ugly, one-eyed self. - -She is. For the first time, you seem particularly relieved to see her. - -There's a first time for everything, you suppose. - -"Hey, hey, you alright? Come on, Murderface, don't scare me like that." Kyoko amusingly almost seems concerned about you. "Look, I-I don't know what sort of shit you're taking, but you gotta cut down. Really. Maybe we can even get you some of them patches for the smokes--" - -You shrug her off, murmur an apology, and frown as you realize that you've knocked the whisky bottle off the table and into the floor in this particular episode. You glance apologetically at Charles, and he merely nods. It'll be on your tab. -</pre> ----------------------------------- -<b>Deculture 1340234377 No.19559447</b> -<pre style='font-family: sans-serif;'> -You murmur something to Kyoko and make to leave, but she grabs your hand. - -"Murderface? Murderface, talk to me. What the hell was that about? What happened there?" - -You remind her, as politely as you can, that you have a name and it's Chiaki Matsuda. - -"I don't give a shit! What was that?! Why did you suddenly blank out on me and started growling all of that strange stuff?! Whatever you're taking, you have to cut down. It's not good." - -You're fine. ...Wait, what did she say? You ask her what you said. - -"...Something about...something about 'the flesh of fallen angels'. Y-yeah. I mean, I've heard weirder from you, but..." - -You stare at her, suddenly feeling cold, and it's then that you roughly pull your hand out of her grasp, grabbing the assignment papers with your other and making to leave. - -This shit, you remind yourself, is why you work alone. - -And you've apparently just confirmed that God exists, and she wants you dead. - -"M-Murderface...? Murderface, get the fuck back here! That is some crazy shit, and--" Kyoko's voice rises the moment you step through the bar doors. "GOD DAMMIT! YOU ALWAYS DO THIS! ALRIGHT, FINE! SEE IF I CARE! SEE IF ANYONE CARES, MURDERFACE! YOU'LL GET YOURSELF KILLED AND EVERYONE YOU LOVE WITH THAT KIND OF ATTITUDE!" - -As if you needed reminding. - -You stomp off towards the direction you remember that particular Hotel is. Time to get to that job. - -== - -Sorry about my absence, everyone. The cloudflare issues kinda stopped me from updating. I wanted to end it neatly here, though, so the next thread will be able to start better. 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