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inklecate game.ink
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// She's a Ghoul of Toreador clan with one point in Celerity and three points in True Faith.
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// black vampire hunter Sailor Moon
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// black vampire hunter Sailor Moon. Also there are streetracers. (Totally not based on any real experience.)
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// Vanilla VtM v5 only. No relation to Princess the Hopeful.
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VAR showed_mace = false
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VAR preparedness = 0
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<img src="darkpack.png" width=50 height=50 class="floatright">
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<small>Obligatory warning: This game was created as a part of Vampire: The Masquerade game jam. Events portrayed in this game are not canon within World of Darkness universe. This is a vampire game, y'all.</small>
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He came to you in a night dream. A monster is terrorising the city, he said, and only a pure maiden can become a magical girl and save us. He promised great power and opened a new world to you.
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* That was ten years ago.
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Just right.
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He sends you a message with an address, no details. It's the other side of the city, but you quickly find a ride.
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He sends you a message with an address, no details. It's the other side of the city, but you quickly find a ride. You don't know much about the cars, but you barely can stomach the trip in an old blue Prius.
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It's a long trip in an old blue Prius.
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<q>Sis, you can trust me, right?</q>
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<q>Sis, you can trust me, right? You know I've seen that nasty bruise on you on Monday.</q>
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Because the driver is your sister Natalie, older by two years.
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The driver is your older sister Natalie.
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<q>You know I've seen your nasty bruise on Monday.</q>
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* [It's not your secret.]
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<q>I trust you, but I can't tell.</q>
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You take a step, do a twirl and shout.
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// TODO - not a rhyme enough
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<q>My name is Pretty Soldier of the Night and I will smite you in the name of the night!</q>
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<q>Lured by your filth
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My faith is strong and my words are piercing,
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I caught you
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my vengeance!
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smite
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In the beginning there was only night,
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y name is Pretty Soldier of the Night and I will smite you in the name of the night!</q>
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Then you pose with the mace. Now you feel truly confident.
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= attack
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* * [Push him to the end of the roof]
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<em>(You take a look at him: tall, looks your age but somehow even cockier than other guys your age, dark shirt with a faded print "Out Of Control 2007", blue jeans he didn't wash for several weeks. The shirt's sleeve is about to fall off its amateur stitches.)</em>
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* * [Push him to the end of the roof]
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Strictly speaking, he's unarmed. You throw several slashes at him – he easily evades, but you push him to the end of the roof.
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Then he has nowhere to go.
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<em>(crack.) Aaaargh!</em>
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You plant a smoking butterfly wing on his cheek. You raise the hand to hit again, but he suddenly runs, faster than you see,
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and you hear a voice from behind:
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<q>Stupid useless human.</q>
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And he shoves you forward.
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-> falling
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// -> attack
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* * [Jump straight over him]
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Suddenly you jump <em>high</em> and land behind him. It's a perfect opening for a slam to his back.
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<q>I wonder if I can time it to the streetracers when they race back? Oh well.</q>
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And now you're falling.
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->falling
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=== falling ===
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* [Close your eyes]
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You are not ready for this.
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<q>Just a friend. I expected your <em>patron,</em> though. If you see him, tell Jim wanted makeup again.</q>
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* * <q>Is it a rare makeup?</q>[]
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* * <q>He doesn't sell makeup.</q>[]
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-> dangling3
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* * <q>He doesn't sell makeup.</q>
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* * <q>You want to meet him just to ask about <em>that?</em></q>[]
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-> dangling3
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=== dangling3 ===
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<q>No, he just knows people who can really work it. I have a sensitive skin.</q>
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<q>No, he just knows people who can really work it. I have a sensitive skin.</q> - he gestures at the helmet. - <q>But I must retreat, the young man who did this to you shouldn't see me here.</q> - and he's off into the night.
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* [(Nod and smile.)]
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Weird. Anyway, you're standing behind the mall now, a bit shaken but fine. This is your second chance.
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-> dangling3c
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= dangling3c
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* [<ell> Go home]
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Going home is not an option until you did your duty.
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-> dangling3c
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* [Do the proper intimidation ritual.]
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You walk out of the mall's shadow, the man on the roof in your plain sight. He's not afraid of you. Yet.
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<div class="center bigger"><q>Your feeding became a real menace,<small>(turn)</small>
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<> Here's a surgeon for your appetite.<small>(kick)</small>
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<> Fear me and my prayer, for my name is <small>(split)</small>
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<> The Pretty Soldier of the Night! <small>(pose)</small></q></div>
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There. Now he should be <b>terrified.</b>
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* [Look at the roof]
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You search for him, but the roof is empty now. Did he just… leave? Well, it would make your job easier, but they're too arrogant for that.
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<q>Hello, Pretty.</q>
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The words are slimy and cold, like something in a dark cellar that falls on your neck and you hope it's just a loose gemstone from your headpiece. (It's never a stone with some glue residue.)
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You slowly turn around and see the familiar "Out of Control 2007" print. The man has shine in his eyes, he's giddy after a good meal. You are ready to drive your mace through his heart; on the other hand, he's also ready to wring your neck.
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* [Ask him about the weather]
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<q>I must retreat, the young man who did this to you shouldn't see me here.</q>
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=== battleends ===
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Clap. Clap. Clap.
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<html lang="ru">
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<head>
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<meta charset="utf-8">
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<title>Magical Soldier of the Night</title>
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<title>Pretty Soldier of the Night</title>
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<meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1" />
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<link rel="stylesheet" href="main.css" />
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</head>
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text-align: right;
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.center {
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text-align: center;
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}
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.bigger {
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font-size: ($font-size-base * 1.15);
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small {
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font-size: ($font-size-base * 0.8);
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}
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}
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