Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35674737-20180715225337

As the lead general of the Demon Lord's army, you were a Baphomet who was perplexed and at the same time horrified to find a man who had complete immunity to any and all advances by fellow Mamanos. You were lucky to receive reports of the man before the Order was able to get their hands on him. The only problem now was to convert him.

You've tried to so many ideas to indoctrinate him! At first you thought of force—but that didn't turn out so well.

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"You fuckin' snot-skinned Ogre! I ain't gon' deal with yer shit!"

''Blam! ''

Blam!

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By the time the Ogre came back; she was already traumatized. Never expected it to turn violent this quick. Force wasn't going to cut it. You had plans for phase two.

Maybe have an appeal to emotion? Surely that idea would work out. If a Mamano was in some kind of trouble... Maybe an abusive family? Persecution? No... He wouldn't care about that... What if... Just what if there was a Mamano child involved! Yes! It's perfect! With your tiny stubby legs you ran to your hilariously large chair, dipped your claw into some ink and began to write an order. This one was going to be the kicker!

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A Shirohebi, her skin scuffed with dirt, and her glistening white, straight hair has been matted. Clutched in her arms was an infant. "Please sir.." Her voice was shaky her tear-stained eyes quivered. "I need help! Please! My child is starving and I... I have nothing left to feed her!" She made a small gesture to her breasts. Embarassment and guilt washed over her face.

The bearded man took none for it. "Fuck off you ga'damn Ching-chong snake! Tis' my land! Ain't gon'a share shit wit' anyone!" Whipping out his boomstick, he tugged on the pump and that deathly noise came through: He was serious.

As she ran off, he screamed with spittle flying everywhere, "Go back t' Zu-bongo or whare ever Ya'll fucks are from!"

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Aannnndd the Shirohebi wanted to resign as soon as she came back... You thought of maybe ruining his reputation... But then you realized there was nothing around his house for fifty miles... You could just send a lot of Mamanos his way. But ever since the Order had incorporated firearms into their system, every civilian was practically ordered to have one to repel any Mamano attack... We were losing, and if someone with this much resistance to a Mamano's magic could be corrupted... They would be a great asset.

All that's left now is Phase three... What Would You Do? 