From 84fa5bee5d70f5f398e72650d6cd2d53c7e87b74 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: klorpa <30924131+klorpa@users.noreply.github.com>
Date: Tue, 17 Dec 2019 18:42:43 -0600
Subject: [PATCH] Others
---
src/Mods/SpecialForce/NamingColonel.tw | 54 +++++++++++++++--------
src/Mods/SpecialForce/SpecialForce.js | 14 +++---
src/uncategorized/reRecruit.tw | 32 +++++++++-----
src/uncategorized/seIndependenceDay.tw | 3 +-
src/uncategorized/seNicaeaAnnouncement.tw | 2 +-
src/uncategorized/slaveMarkets.tw | 2 +-
6 files changed, 67 insertions(+), 40 deletions(-)
diff --git a/src/Mods/SpecialForce/NamingColonel.tw b/src/Mods/SpecialForce/NamingColonel.tw
index db23afa0777..766db1e276e 100644
--- a/src/Mods/SpecialForce/NamingColonel.tw
+++ b/src/Mods/SpecialForce/NamingColonel.tw
@@ -11,12 +11,18 @@
eating you out, pressing _hisU face into your pussy and forcing _hisU tongue deep inside you.
<</if>>
- <br><br>A blinking light tells you that the channel is open. You take a deep breath, and begin. You greet your citizens and explain that while you believe deeply in the underlying principles of the Free Cities, recent events have forced you to modify some of your views. The old world attack from the outside and the more recent assault by the Daughters of Liberty from within has proven that some form of permanent, organized standing force is needed to ensure the personal safety of the citizen body.
- <br><br>You tell them that the old world continues to deteriorate. You tell them that it is only a matter of time before the poor, diseased, starving, and unwashed masses try their hand at invading the arcology again. You tell them that such a force would be good for business, securing trade routes and conducting slaving raids far greater in scale than those performed by private slaving corporations. And finally, to quell their greatest fear, you tell them that you would personally support the force financially.
- <br><br>As you speak, you carefully monitor the citizens' opinions as indicated on their communication devices. It is uniformly positive — they know whom they have to thank for their continued survival and dominance. You also monitor your arousal given the ministrations of your slave. A few small movements on your part communicate to your citizens what is happening without being too obvious. Free Cities business etiquette respects business conducted while being subtly serviced (and your doing so during such a public and important broadcast signals how seriously you are taking it), but a climax would be seen as a serious lack of discipline.
- <br><br>You finally wrap up your speech, declaring yourself Marshal of the newly-formed <<textbox "$SF.Lower" $SF.Lower "Security Force Naming-Colonel">>
- <br><br>You close the link to the communication system and read a message from your assistant that appeared during the last moments of your address. In consultation with major figures in the mercenary community, a suitable candidate for day-to-day command of the new unit has been found. Your instructions were to keep you in the dark about them so as to avoid prejudgment. They are waiting outside your office.
- <br><br>[[Invite them inside|Security Force Naming-Colonel][$SF.IntroProgress = 1]]
+ <br><br>
+ A blinking light tells you that the channel is open. You take a deep breath, and begin. You greet your citizens and explain that while you believe deeply in the underlying principles of the Free Cities, recent events have forced you to modify some of your views. The old world attack from the outside and the more recent assault by the Daughters of Liberty from within has proven that some form of permanent, organized standing force is needed to ensure the personal safety of the citizen body.
+ <br><br>
+ You tell them that the old world continues to deteriorate. You tell them that it is only a matter of time before the poor, diseased, starving, and unwashed masses try their hand at invading the arcology again. You tell them that such a force would be good for business, securing trade routes and conducting slaving raids far greater in scale than those performed by private slaving corporations. And finally, to quell their greatest fear, you tell them that you would personally support the force financially.
+ <br><br>
+ As you speak, you carefully monitor the citizens' opinions as indicated on their communication devices. It is uniformly positive — they know whom they have to thank for their continued survival and dominance. You also monitor your arousal given the ministrations of your slave. A few small movements on your part communicate to your citizens what is happening without being too obvious. Free Cities business etiquette respects business conducted while being subtly serviced (and your doing so during such a public and important broadcast signals how seriously you are taking it), but a climax would be seen as a serious lack of discipline.
+ <br><br>
+ You finally wrap up your speech, declaring yourself Marshal of the newly-formed <<textbox "$SF.Lower" $SF.Lower "Security Force Naming-Colonel">>
+ <br><br>
+ You close the link to the communication system and read a message from your assistant that appeared during the last moments of your address. In consultation with major figures in the mercenary community, a suitable candidate for day-to-day command of the new unit has been found. Your instructions were to keep you in the dark about them so as to avoid prejudgment. They are waiting outside your office.
+ <br><br>
+ [[Invite them inside|Security Force Naming-Colonel][$SF.IntroProgress = 1]]
<<elseif $SF.IntroProgress < 2>> <<= App.SF.NameCapsCheck()>>
The figure that enters is not what you were expecting, given your previous experiences with the mercenary groups that work with the arcology owners of the Free Cities. Most mercenaries you've worked with have been grizzled stout men, veterans of the old world militaries that finally had too much and went private. Instead, a woman walks in.
<<if $SF.Colonel.Core === "">>
@@ -29,7 +35,8 @@
<<else>>
<<setNonlocalPronouns $seeDicks>>
She is likely to be ''$SF.Colonel.Core''.
- <br><br>She strides in, stopping in front of your desk,
+ <br><br>
+ She strides in, stopping in front of your desk,
<<switch $SF.Colonel.Core>>
<<case "kind">>
pulling off a laid-back salute with an easy grin.
@@ -41,8 +48,10 @@
not bothering to put on even the semi-military air (complete with salute) that most mercenaries tend to adopt when meeting new clients.
<</switch>>
She is very tall and wearing the pants, boots, gloves, and the tank top undershirt of a standard female combat uniform. Her bare arms and upper body are corded with muscle, and through the tank top's thin fabric you can see both the shape of her muscled abdomen and the curves of her small but perky breasts, complete with what your experience tells you are barbell nipple piercings. Her eyes are alive with intelligence, and you can see her scanning your office, clearly impressed by its opulence. Her hair is shaved close to the scalp, and her ears and nose are heavily pierced. You can make out three long, ugly scars running over top of the mottled tissue of a previous, severe burn along one side of her face, as well as numerous smaller scars and burns on her bare arms. She's been disarmed prior to meeting you; the pistol holster on her hip lies empty, as do at least three knife holsters about her person.
- <br><br>Returning your gaze to her face, she crosses her arms underneath her chest, pressing her breasts up and forward. You have her measure. Given the generally patriarchal nature of both the mercenary community, and the same nature combined with the heavily sexualized lifestyle of the Free Cities, she's decided to embrace her position rather than fight it.
- <br><br>"So," she begins, "you're the boss." You invite her to sit down. "No thanks, boss. Besides," she
+ <br><br>
+ Returning your gaze to her face, she crosses her arms underneath her chest, pressing her breasts up and forward. You have her measure. Given the generally patriarchal nature of both the mercenary community, and the same nature combined with the heavily sexualized lifestyle of the Free Cities, she's decided to embrace her position rather than fight it.
+ <br><br>
+ "So," she begins, "you're the boss." You invite her to sit down. "No thanks, boss. Besides," she
<<switch $SF.Colonel.Core>>
<<case "kind">> playfully
<<case "shell shocked">> uncomfortably
@@ -58,7 +67,8 @@
<<case "cruel">>
She frowns. "The client always seems to be happier that way."
<</switch>>
- <br><br>She moves a step closer. "Your computer-helper-thing told me you wanted me to be a surprise, so I guess I'll tell you why you want me to run the $SF.Lower for you. I'm a killer, pure and simple,<<if $SF.Colonel.Core === "cruel">>" she smiles, "<</if>>and you need that. I looked into those attacks you've suffered. Nasty business. I'll make sure that an attack like that never happens again. I was a soldier out there, in charge of about a thousand men when the Free Cities first started going up, and I knew they were the future. Eventually I deserted, found the first refugee convoy I could, killed the moron protecting it, sold the girls off to slavers, and bought enough gear to start killing for people like you. Ran my own merc crew, did well till we tried to take on a bigger one and everyone died."
+ <br><br>
+ She moves a step closer. "Your computer-helper-thing told me you wanted me to be a surprise, so I guess I'll tell you why you want me to run the $SF.Lower for you. I'm a killer, pure and simple,<<if $SF.Colonel.Core === "cruel">>" she smiles, "<</if>>and you need that. I looked into those attacks you've suffered. Nasty business. I'll make sure that an attack like that never happens again. I was a soldier out there, in charge of about a thousand men when the Free Cities first started going up, and I knew they were the future. Eventually I deserted, found the first refugee convoy I could, killed the moron protecting it, sold the girls off to slavers, and bought enough gear to start killing for people like you. Ran my own merc crew, did well till we tried to take on a bigger one and everyone died."
<<switch $SF.Colonel.Core>>
<<case "shell shocked">>
She looks away, caught in her own memories. It takes a solid minute before she starts again.
@@ -69,7 +79,8 @@
<</switch>>
"Joined with another big outfit, became the number two, then shit went bad and I had to run. Been a solo fighter and slaver ever since. I know my work, and I know I can make this work."
- <br><br>You feel your climax approaching and hold up a finger. The merc pauses while you grab the slave's head
+ <br><br>
+ You feel your climax approaching and hold up a finger. The merc pauses while you grab the slave's head
<<if $PC.dick > 0>>
then force your cock roughly down _hisU throat while you cum. _HeU swallows as much as _heU can before pulling
<<else>>
@@ -109,21 +120,28 @@
<<case "brazen">>
crushing any enemy that looks our way."
<<case "cruel">>
- having my own stable to abuse as I see fit. A terrified little slavegirl locked between my legs, struggling to breathe?"
+ <<setNonlocalPronouns $seeDicks>>
+ having my own stable to abuse as I see fit. A terrified little slave<<= _girlU>> locked between my legs, struggling to breathe?"
<<default>>
spending my R&R time with a cold beer in one hand, a few lines of coke or a stack of pills in front of me."
<</switch>>
A glint runs through her eyes. "Sounds like a good fucking time."
- <br><br>You quickly decide she'll do. You tap a few commands on your desk's console, assigning her personal quarters on the arcology's higher levels and transferring her first stipend to her new account. You also ask her what title she wants.
- <br><br>"Title?" Another short laugh. "I guess I do need one, given that I'm all official and shit now." She thinks for a moment. "I was a major before I went freelance, and I think I'd like a promotion. Colonel sounds good." You make a note of this in her file. "You people don't seal contracts with a fuck do you?" Reassuring her you don't, she laughs again. "Good. I make it a point never to fuck the boss. It's bad for business." She turns around. "Well, I guess I'd better get to it. Your helper-thing assigned me space on the lower levels for the firebase. I brought a few squads of guys I know from the old days to start, but we'll grow fast once I put the word out, I guarantee it."
- <br><br>[[Let her leave|Security Force Naming-Colonel][$SF.IntroProgress = 2]]
+ <br><br>
+ You quickly decide she'll do. You tap a few commands on your desk's console, assigning her personal quarters on the arcology's higher levels and transferring her first stipend to her new account. You also ask her what title she wants.
+ <br><br>
+ "Title?" Another short laugh. "I guess I do need one, given that I'm all official and shit now." She thinks for a moment. "I was a major before I went freelance, and I think I'd like a promotion. Colonel sounds good." You make a note of this in her file. "You people don't seal contracts with a fuck do you?" Reassuring her you don't, she laughs again. "Good. I make it a point never to fuck the boss. It's bad for business." She turns around. "Well, I guess I'd better get to it. Your helper-thing assigned me space on the lower levels for the firebase. I brought a few squads of guys I know from the old days to start, but we'll grow fast once I put the word out, I guarantee it."
+ <br><br>
+ [[Let her leave|Security Force Naming-Colonel][$SF.IntroProgress = 2]]
<</if>>
<<elseif $SF.IntroProgress < 3>> <<set $nextLink = "RIE Eligibility Check",$nextButton = "Continue">>
She turns and leaves, and you chase the slave out after her. A few minutes later, a soft chime announces the arrival of a message. It's from the Colonel.
- <br><br>//Hey boss, just wanted to mention something else. In your speech you said that you were going to be paying for $SF.Lower. In my mind that means it's yours, no matter what anyone else here might think. I do what you tell me to do. I make sure the troops behave as you want them to behave. I've worked for some 'nice guys' in the past, and I can do that job if you want. It's boring, but sustainable, and I'll have the $SF.Lower turning a profit and supporting the arcology in good order. But if you let me <<if $SF.Colonel.Core === "cruel">>off the leash<<else>>do what I do<</if>> and throw any old world complaints in the trash where they belong, I promise you'll have money pouring into your coffers, even accounting for the good amounts me and my boys will pocket along the way. You'll have an empire in short order.
+ <br><br>
+ //Hey boss, just wanted to mention something else. In your speech you said that you were going to be paying for $SF.Lower. In my mind that means it's yours, no matter what anyone else here might think. I do what you tell me to do. I make sure the troops behave as you want them to behave. I've worked for some 'nice guys' in the past, and I can do that job if you want. It's boring, but sustainable, and I'll have the $SF.Lower turning a profit and supporting the arcology in good order. But if you let me <<if $SF.Colonel.Core === "cruel">>off the leash<<else>>do what I do<</if>> and throw any old world complaints in the trash where they belong, I promise you'll have money pouring into your coffers, even accounting for the good amounts me and my boys will pocket along the way. You'll have an empire in short order.
<<if $mercenaries > 1>>
Either way, I'll keep my hands off those mercs you've already installed. I figure that you've reasons for having two different death squads under contract.
<</if>>
- <br><br>Oh, one last thing. I know you've got some kind of grand social experiment going on up there like all the other arc owners, and that's your own deal, but I'd appreciate it if you could keep that stuff out of the new barracks. I'll have a hard time approaching potential recruits and telling them they should come live in a Roman apartment, an Egyptian temple, a goddamn Japanese teahouse, or some of the other crazy shit I've seen in the past. They're hard, nasty people, and trust me, I can tell you from experience that changing that is just not going to happen. Like I said, though, I can hold them back a bit if you like.
- <br><br>Talk to you later, boss.//
+ <br><br>
+ Oh, one last thing. I know you've got some kind of grand social experiment going on up there like all the other arc owners, and that's your own deal, but I'd appreciate it if you could keep that stuff out of the new barracks. I'll have a hard time approaching potential recruits and telling them they should come live in a Roman apartment, an Egyptian temple, a goddamn Japanese teahouse, or some of the other crazy shit I've seen in the past. They're hard, nasty people, and trust me, I can tell you from experience that changing that is just not going to happen. Like I said, though, I can hold them back a bit if you like.
+ <br><br>
+ Talk to you later, boss.//
<</if>>
diff --git a/src/Mods/SpecialForce/SpecialForce.js b/src/Mods/SpecialForce/SpecialForce.js
index d44ac575a8e..a918e86164c 100644
--- a/src/Mods/SpecialForce/SpecialForce.js
+++ b/src/Mods/SpecialForce/SpecialForce.js
@@ -777,12 +777,12 @@ App.SF.fsIntegration = function(input = 'Menu', textDisplay = 100, text = `\n`)
text += `\nBy now, most of the men of the Firebase are fathers, and the vast majority of the slaves present are visibly pregnant. An envied few are enjoying their ${hyperPreg1}pregnancies too, as those slaves are given reduced duties and more rest and food out of necessity. Worth noting is the surprisingly high number of pregnant soldiers and staff members absent from their units; a nice portion of them are enjoying their maternity leave benefits as they wait out their pregnancies or post-natal recoveries in either the Firebase's facilities or the perceived comfort and privacy of your arcology above. Progeny of varying ages can be seen just about anywhere in the Firebase; either in rows of cozy bedding or baby carriages (for the abundance of claimed and properly registered children), or in the stacks of baby cages that once again await transport to the slave orphanages (for the multitude of newborn bastards).\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 100 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
- text += `\nRepopulation: The Colonel has spent considerable savings creating and incubating a slave that looks exactly like a younger version of her (but with that steel collar she's wearing, she'll never fool anyone). The Slave has since been repeatedly fertilized with The Colonel's DNA, since The Colonel has no desire to get pregnant herself. The Slave is on many fertility pills, and is currently kept in a special secluded part of the Firebase to study child-rearing skills and wait out her ${hyperPreg0}pregnancy, after which she will train and heal up to recover. Of course, next year The Slave will be fertilized again, to add another batch to the pile...\n`;
+ text += `\nRepopulation: The Colonel has spent considerable savings creating and incubating a slave that looks exactly like a younger version of her (but with that steel collar she's wearing, she'll never fool anyone). The Slave has since been repeatedly fertilized with The Colonel's DNA, since The Colonel has no desire to get pregnant herself. The Slave is on many fertility pills, and is currently kept in a special secluded part of the Firebase to study child-rearing skills and wait out her ${hyperPreg0}pregnancy, after which she will train and heal up to recover. Of course, next year, The Slave will be fertilized again, to add another batch to the pile...\n`;
}
break;
case 'Eugenics':
if (textDisplay === -1 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].gift > 0) {
- text += `\nTo ease The Colonel's hostility towards Eugenics, you have gifted her with a very rare and prestigious personal vehicle to demonstrate the pedigree of the Elite; you have given The Colonel a custom-built designer Super Car, designed to allow her to drive flawlessly both on-road and off-road in finest aesthetic style, whilst boasting excellent speeds all the same. It also has absurd durability and reliability, able to survive and continue driving even after sustaining direct RPG fire. It boasts a rare lightweight composite material chassis, onboard voice-activated AI personal assistant, advanced ballistics-retardant windows, Kevlar-lined run-flat tires, mine-resistant undercarriage, integrated long-term life support and CBRN protection systems, and even a passenger's seat to bring a friend along. She is floored by how exotic and capable her magnificent new car is. You see her using it quite a bit too, for both joyrides and casual errands around the Free City.\n`;
+ text += `\nTo ease The Colonel's hostility towards Eugenics, you have gifted her with a very rare and prestigious personal vehicle to demonstrate the pedigree of the Elite: you have given The Colonel a custom-built designer Super Car, designed to allow her to drive flawlessly both on-road and off-road in finest aesthetic style, whilst boasting excellent speeds all the same. It also has absurd durability and reliability, able to survive and continue driving even after sustaining direct RPG fire. It boasts a rare lightweight composite material chassis, onboard voice-activated AI personal assistant, advanced ballistics-retardant windows, Kevlar-lined run-flat tires, mine-resistant undercarriage, integrated long-term life support and CBRN protection systems, and even a passenger's seat to bring a friend along. She is floored by how exotic and capable her magnificent new car is. You see her using it quite a bit too, for both joyrides and casual errands around the Free City.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 5 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
text += `\nFor the male soldiers who eat in-house, every meal comes with a free condom. Instead of a condom, female soldiers are instead given a tiny packet of contraceptive pills that are disguised as sweet tasting hard candies.\n`;
@@ -906,7 +906,7 @@ App.SF.fsIntegration = function(input = 'Menu', textDisplay = 100, text = `\n`)
break;
case 'Gender_traditionalism':
if (textDisplay === -1 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].gift > 0) {
- text += `\nThe Colonel is a modern 'liberated' sort of woman; the kind that is genuinely skeptical of old timey priorities like marriage and family. To ease her further into the Fundamentalist mindset, you've gone all out: You've carved out an unused sidewall of the Firebase to build her a private master bedroom, complete with a custom-made double king-sized marital bed, with a programmable memory foam mattress & various in-built massage features. When she first entered the bedroom, she found the deluxe diamond ring set you bought for her and her future spouse. She also saw the extravagant modular wedding gown you've had made to her exact measurements, for her special day. And to ensure her special day is extra special, you have not forgotten to provide her with a specific premium surgery voucher, to grant her a free virginity restoration procedure at any clinic in the arcology, at any time of her choosing.\n`;
+ text += `\nThe Colonel is a modern 'liberated' sort of woman; the kind that is genuinely skeptical of old-timey priorities like marriage and family. To ease her further into the Fundamentalist mindset, you've gone all out: You've carved out an unused sidewall of the Firebase to build her a private master bedroom, complete with a custom-made double king-sized marital bed, with a programmable memory foam mattress & various in-built massage features. When she first entered the bedroom, she found the deluxe diamond ring set you bought for her and her future spouse. She also saw the extravagant modular wedding gown you've had made to her exact measurements, for her special day. And to ensure her special day is extra special, you have not forgotten to provide her with a specific premium surgery voucher, to grant her a free virginity restoration procedure at any clinic in the arcology, at any time of her choosing.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 5 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
text += `\nThe meals served in the Firebase come with free chocolates and other sweet natural aphrodisiacs to put the troops in the mood to make love with the submissive feminine slaves all around them\n.`;
@@ -960,7 +960,7 @@ App.SF.fsIntegration = function(input = 'Menu', textDisplay = 100, text = `\n`)
text += `\nThe grounds leading up to the entrance admitting land vehicles are paved over with an impressively thick layer of sand. This sandy layering is fortified with numerous heavy tank traps, huge boulders, and camouflaged pillboxes, and although your vehicle units have nothing to fear from these obstacles, an invading opponent will not.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 90 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
- text += `\nThere is a powerful trend of tradition and conservatism in the Firebase, as many of the men and women enlisted in your service have tied the knot and taken the plunge into marriage, far earlier than their closest comrades had previously assumed they would. As sexual exclusivity and romantic attachment have grown, public nudity and public sex between soldiers have been on the decline. A stronger priority has been placed on couples' privacy as a result. Finally, more and more army wives are finding themselves pregnant, and some have already given birth. The children of Firebase couples are prized and raised by the entire community. Their entire childhood are a diversified, 'slow burn' form of training. By the time they are adolescents, every child will have has an excellent physical, vocational, and military education involving dozens of seasoned mentors. By the time they are adults, they've gotten a damn god sexual education too, and several enviable job prospects in both the Firebase and the wider arcology. This familial innovation you've introduced has formed a core part of life in the firebase community.\n`;
+ text += `\nThere is a powerful trend of tradition and conservatism in the Firebase, as many of the men and women enlisted in your service have tied the knot and taken the plunge into marriage, far earlier than their closest comrades had previously assumed they would. As sexual exclusivity and romantic attachment have grown, public nudity and public sex between soldiers have been on the decline. A stronger priority has been placed on couples' privacy as a result. Finally, more and more army wives are finding themselves pregnant, and some have already given birth. The children of Firebase couples are prized and raised by the entire community. Their entire childhood are a diversified, 'slow burn' form of training. By the time they are adolescents, every child will have has an excellent physical, vocational, and military education involving dozens of seasoned mentors. By the time they are adults, they've gotten a damn god sexual education too, and several enviable job prospects in both the Firebase and the wider arcology. This familial innovation you've introduced has formed a core part of life in the Firebase community.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 100 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
text += `\nGender Fundamentalism: The Colonel has adopted three very young children that you often see her playing with. She's decided to give motherhood a shot, and surprisingly she even keeps a few dresses in her collection for when she goes on outings with them. The children are all named after different people she's deserted her old world army with in the past. They idolize their mother and try to imitate her as much as they can. Her soldiers know to give them a wide berth, and to do their part in keeping them out of the many unsavory and hazardous parts of The Firebase.\n`;
@@ -1332,10 +1332,10 @@ App.SF.fsIntegration = function(input = 'Menu', textDisplay = 100, text = `\n`)
text += `\nA fully furnished, equipped, and staffed maximum-security military prison complex has been established on the outskirts of the Firebase entrance. With its tall rooftop watchtower and a spacious reinforced central courtyard, it can retain and retrain vast quantities of future slaves using the many tools and trainers available at all times to ensure that every captured person can be quickly made ready for a life of labor, be it sexual or otherwise. The trainers and prison guards are clinical and unsympathetic in their duties, and thanks to this facility's vast capacity, excess slaves that the Firebase cannot hold are no longer left behind after raids. Since the creation of the complex, the Firebase can now accommodate as many slaves as it wants, and now entire townships can be casually picked clean of human life and have their populations be fully trained at the Firebase's leisure before sale. The Firebase has always contained its own dedicated slaveholding and slave training facilities of course, but now, it enjoys truly peerless enslavement provisions.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 90 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
- text += `\nDominance and Greed are sacrosanct in your Firebase, and this is making the "esprit de corps" very fearsome as the months pass by. This clan places great importance on the community's violence of action, and more personnel than ever are stacking the odds in their favor with close quarters combat regimens or advanced interrogation courses. Because of this, new recruits are accorded with hostility and careful scrutiny; the priority is weeding out aspirants too squeamish for the Firebase's good, and instilling ferocity and determination into those that are left. Staff and Soldiers alike are bound to their strict and highly competitive social totem poles, where esteem and respect comes strictly from each member's skills, kills, or wealth. Politeness and Compassion are seen as signs of weakness, of course. At the bottom of it all are the slaves; bar the Colonel and her top dogs, nearly everyone here is getting taken advantage of by those higher up, and thus everyone in need of a release valve for their rage will simply snatch up the nearest available slave. Therefore, unproved beatings, torturings, and rapings of the many slaves present are so common that they are ignored. At any time, one can see a few off duty veterans hazing the shit out of a new recruit. Over by the bars, two troopers are brawling in front of a jeering crowd, duking it out over some perceived slight or another. Elsewhere, a group of slaves is huddling together for warmth in the last few minutes of their sleep time. A predatory mindset has taken hold of the Firebase, and you doubt it will lt go anytime soon.\n`;
+ text += `\nDominance and Greed are sacrosanct in your Firebase, and this is making the "esprit de corps" very fearsome as the months pass by. This clan places great importance on the community's violence of action, and more personnel than ever are stacking the odds in their favor with close quarters combat regimens or advanced interrogation courses. Because of this, new recruits are accorded with hostility and careful scrutiny; the priority is weeding out aspirants too squeamish for the Firebase's good, and instilling ferocity and determination into those that are left. Staff and soldiers alike are bound to their strict and highly competitive social totem poles, where esteem and respect comes strictly from each member's skills, kills, or wealth. Politeness and Compassion are seen as signs of weakness, of course. At the bottom of it all are the slaves; bar the Colonel and her top dogs, nearly everyone here is getting taken advantage of by those higher up, and thus everyone in need of a release valve for their rage will simply snatch up the nearest available slave. Therefore, unproved beatings, torturings, and rapings of the many slaves present are so common that they are ignored. At any time, one can see a few off duty veterans hazing the shit out of a new recruit. Over by the bars, two troopers are brawling in front of a jeering crowd, duking it out over some perceived slight or another. Elsewhere, a group of slaves is huddling together for warmth in the last few minutes of their sleep time. A predatory mindset has taken hold of the Firebase, and you doubt it will lt go anytime soon.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 100 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
- text += `\nDegradationism: The Colonel is on the prowl; she is more reckless, impulsive, and aggressive than before, as if there is some demanding beast inside of her that she can't quite satisfy. Her personality itself hasn't changed; she speaks with you just as affably as before... Her actions are what's different: Prisoners of war, slave captives, and civilians are treated with no dignity at all, and she seems to greatly enjoy punishing her troops harshly for transgressions and failures. She still generously rewards successes, however.\n`;
+ text += `\nDegradationism: The Colonel is on the prowl; she is more reckless, impulsive, and aggressive than before, as if there is some demanding beast inside of her that she can't quite satisfy. Her personality itself hasn't changed; she speaks with you just as affably as before... Her actions are what's different: prisoners of war, slave captives, and civilians are treated with no dignity at all, and she seems to greatly enjoy punishing her troops harshly for transgressions and failures. She still generously rewards successes, however.\n`;
}
break;
case 'Physical_Idealism':
@@ -1459,7 +1459,7 @@ App.SF.fsIntegration = function(input = 'Menu', textDisplay = 100, text = `\n`)
text += `\nYour soldiers are rather lackadaisical about themselves and their bodies; the Firebase is a carefree place. Fun and Relaxation are pursuits of choice, as the weekly orgies, eating competitions, and drug exhibitions require little effort to enjoy. The peer pressure to indulge and make the most of each day is inescapable, and every individual has been seen participating in most of the delights available at least once. Obviously, every person down here, bar some of the newer recruits, has a very jolly disposition. Some are drunk, high, or both. Others are passed out. Some are just laughing at the others. However, everyone is thoroughly entertained.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 100 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
- text += `\nDecadent Hedonism: The Colonel has a thin layer of fat covering her muscles and overall body, making her appealingly thicc without making her slow or weak; she even jiggles in the precisely correct places when she walks. Every weekend she has entire trays of food and substances brought to her pavilion on rotation, and you have no idea where she manages to put it all. She's certainly indulging her desires a lot more. She visits her doctors more often and regularly joins the training platoons in their daily runs to keep her body healthy.\n`;
+ text += `\nDecadent Hedonism: The Colonel has a thin layer of fat covering her muscles and overall body, making her appealingly 'thicc' without making her slow or weak; she even jiggles in the precisely correct places when she walks. Every weekend she has entire trays of food and substances brought to her pavilion on rotation, and you have no idea where she manages to put it all. She's certainly indulging her desires a lot more. She visits her doctors more often and regularly joins the training platoons in their daily runs to keep her body healthy.\n`;
}
break;
case 'Slave_Pastoralism':
diff --git a/src/uncategorized/reRecruit.tw b/src/uncategorized/reRecruit.tw
index c8b57f031a7..aeaf5aa3bc2 100644
--- a/src/uncategorized/reRecruit.tw
+++ b/src/uncategorized/reRecruit.tw
@@ -2352,7 +2352,7 @@ Your desk flags a video message as coming from an influential old world business
<br><br>
The $girl speaks in a ridiculously high, bubblegum voice and bounces indignantly around $his father's luxurious office as $he rants, barely acknowledging your presence on the other end of the call. "Daddy <<s>>ay<<s>> that I'm <<s>>pending too much of hi<<s>> money but what the hell i<<s>> all of hi<<s>> money for if he'<<s>> not <<s>>pending it on hi<<s>> little $girl?"
<br><br>
-$He pauses, looking directly at you for the first time, though you get the sense that $he seems more interested in your own luxurious surroundings. "Daddy told me all about you arcology type<<s>>, <<s>>o I know what you're all about. Anyway<<s>>, I don't care about freedom and <<s>>tuff if you treat me like the perfect prince<<ss>> I am."
+$He pauses, looking directly at you for the first time, though you get the sense that $he seems more interested in your own luxurious surroundings. "Daddy told me all about you arcology type<<s>>, <<s>>o I know what you're all about. Anyway<<s>>, I don't care about freedom and <<s>>tuff if you treat me like the perfect prin<<c>>e<<ss>> I am."
<br><br>
"<<S>>o, could you en<<s>>lave me or whatever?"
@@ -2779,19 +2779,27 @@ He explains that one of his servant <<= $girl>>s was impregnated by his fool of
<</replace>>
<</link>>
<</if>>
-<<if $recruit == "wandering homeless">>
+<<switch $recruit>>
+<<case "spoiled daughter">>
+ <br><<link "Contact $his father">>
+ <<run repX(1000, "event")>>
+ <<replace "#result">>
+ Hanging up, you decide to inform the brat's father of the $girl's suicidally stupid scheme. The grateful businessman thanks you for your kindness and promises to ground $him for "two weeks", seemingly sharing his $daughter's naïveté. Although people will gossip as to whether you did this out of the goodness of your heart, or out of recognition of his $daughter's allegedly poor value as human property, the businessman will be sure to @@.green;tell his associates it was the former.@@
+ <</replace>>
+ <</link>>
+<<case "wandering homeless">>
<br><<link "A quick fuck couldn't hurt">>
- <<run cashX(forceNeg(1), "personalBusiness")>>
- <<replace "#result">>
- You take $him up on $his offer,
- <<if $PC.dick != 0>>
- grab $his wiggling hips, and hilt your dick in $his tight ass. $He's clueless when it comes to anal, so the experience isn't too enjoyable for you. You leave $him with a <<print cashFormat(1)>> tip, a load of cum in $his butt, and a smile on $his face over getting any money at all.
- <<else>>
- pull out a strap-on you carry for just such an occasion, grab $his wiggling hips, and hilt yourself in $his tight ass. $He's clueless when it comes to anal, so the experience isn't too enjoyable for you. You leave $him with a <<print cashFormat(1)>> tip, a sore rear, and a smile on $his face over getting any money at all.
- <</if>>
- <</replace>>
+ <<run cashX(forceNeg(1), "personalBusiness")>>
+ <<replace "#result">>
+ You take $him up on $his offer,
+ <<if $PC.dick != 0>>
+ grab $his wiggling hips, and hilt your dick in $his tight ass. $He's clueless when it comes to anal, so the experience isn't too enjoyable for you. You leave $him with a <<print cashFormat(1)>> tip, a load of cum in $his butt, and a smile on $his face over getting any money at all.
+ <<else>>
+ pull out a strap-on you carry for just such an occasion, grab $his wiggling hips, and hilt yourself in $his tight ass. $He's clueless when it comes to anal, so the experience isn't too enjoyable for you. You leave $him with a <<print cashFormat(1)>> tip, a sore rear, and a smile on $his face over getting any money at all.
+ <</if>>
+ <</replace>>
<</link>>
-<</if>>
+<</switch>>
<<if $cheatMode == 1>>
<br><br>DEBUG: [[Go back to Nonrandom Event|Nonrandom Event][$activeSlave = 0, $eventSlave = 0]]
diff --git a/src/uncategorized/seIndependenceDay.tw b/src/uncategorized/seIndependenceDay.tw
index f5000f0e56a..c11d01e6d8c 100644
--- a/src/uncategorized/seIndependenceDay.tw
+++ b/src/uncategorized/seIndependenceDay.tw
@@ -328,7 +328,8 @@ In the Free Cities, Independence Day falls on the day when the Free City achieve
<</if>>
<<elseif $arcologies[0].FSHedonisticDecadence != "unset">>
<<if $arcologies[0].FSHedonisticDecadence >= 90>>
- You implore your citizens to sit back with a nice cold drink, a big plate of their favorite foods and a perfectly plush slavegirl between their legs.
+ <<setNonlocalPronouns $seeDicks>>
+ You implore your citizens to sit back with a nice cold drink, a big plate of their favorite foods, and a perfectly plush slave<<= _girlU>> between their legs.
<<elseif $arcologies[0].FSHedonisticDecadence >= 40>>
You ask your citizens to relax and take a load off, to enjoy life while they have the chance.
<</if>>
diff --git a/src/uncategorized/seNicaeaAnnouncement.tw b/src/uncategorized/seNicaeaAnnouncement.tw
index 183bf55aeb2..2f2963c1dc6 100644
--- a/src/uncategorized/seNicaeaAnnouncement.tw
+++ b/src/uncategorized/seNicaeaAnnouncement.tw
@@ -9,7 +9,7 @@
Religion is full of politics.
<br><br>
-The Chattel Religionist faith was always going to be a ferociously controversial thing. The old world faiths it borrows from condemned it as sinful at best and heretical at worst, right from the start, and they've done their feeble best against it ever since. Secular old world institutions regard it with a predictable mixture of disdain and fear. Lately, however, the young faith has started to suffer from another common malady of new religions for the first time: internal dissention. Just who is a Chattel Religionist? The faith has no governing body, no standard holy text, and no creed held in common. So far, any slaveowner has been able to define themselves as a Chattel Religionist by adopting some old world religious tropes adapted to modern slavery, and by calling themselves a Chattel Religionist. That's it. This loose, welcoming basis has often been a strength. It appeals to many potential converts among Free Cities slaveowners, and it's been difficult to have internal disputes when there are no rules to fight over.
+The Chattel Religionist faith was always going to be a ferociously controversial thing. The old world faiths it borrows from condemned it as sinful at best and heretical at worst, right from the start, and they've done their feeble best against it ever since. Secular old world institutions regard it with a predictable mixture of disdain and fear. Lately, however, the young faith has started to suffer from another common malady of new religions for the first time: internal dissension. Just who is a Chattel Religionist? The faith has no governing body, no standard holy text, and no creed held in common. So far, any slaveowner has been able to define themselves as a Chattel Religionist by adopting some old world religious tropes adapted to modern slavery, and by calling themselves a Chattel Religionist. That's it. This loose, welcoming basis has often been a strength. It appeals to many potential converts among Free Cities slaveowners, and it's been difficult to have internal disputes when there are no rules to fight over.
<br><br>
Some prominent Chattel Religionists, however, are now arguing that Chattel Religionism can and should do more. You're conversing with one such advocate now, via video call. "Chattel Religionism could be truly great," <<if _advocate == "male">>he<<else>>she<</if>> argues vigorously. "It isn't now. We'll never accomplish anything without minimal unity and direction. There's too much play-acting and not enough evangelical fire." <<if _advocate == "male">>He<<else>>She<</if>> rotates the camera, letting you see the view
<<if _advocate == "male">>
diff --git a/src/uncategorized/slaveMarkets.tw b/src/uncategorized/slaveMarkets.tw
index bef7b6a493b..adfebccd2a3 100644
--- a/src/uncategorized/slaveMarkets.tw
+++ b/src/uncategorized/slaveMarkets.tw
@@ -11,7 +11,7 @@ You visit the slave markets off the arcology plaza. It's always preferable to ex
<<switch $slaveMarket>>
<<case "heap">>
- You're in the corner of the slave market occupied by "The Flesh Heap", a dumping ground, of sorts, for broken slaves. Be it brain death, drug overdose, coma or anything else, this market is willing to buy and sell them. Most of the worthwhile slaves have already been picked clean by pharmaceutical companies for drug testing, and the rest are practically nothing more than vegetables, but a handful remain just conscious enough to be profitable with effort as slaves. One should go in expecting only the worst quality possible, though if anything catches your eye, it will be rather cheap to purchase.
+ You're in the corner of the slave market occupied by "The Flesh Heap", a dumping ground, of sorts, for broken slaves. Be it brain death, drug overdose, coma, or anything else, this market is willing to buy and sell them. Most of the worthwhile slaves have already been picked clean by pharmaceutical companies for drug testing, and the rest are practically nothing more than vegetables, but a handful remain just conscious enough to be profitable with effort as slaves. One should go in expecting only the worst quality possible, though if anything catches your eye, it will be rather cheap to purchase.
<<set _heap = random(1,4)>>
<<if _heap == 1>>
--
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