From 051d2cc4602f956e71e990c2f8b4632c1b9a1b54 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: klorpa <30924131+klorpa@users.noreply.github.com>
Date: Tue, 17 Dec 2019 00:10:56 -0600
Subject: [PATCH] MiscsAgain
---
src/Mods/SpecialForce/Firebase.tw | 20 +++++++----
src/Mods/SpecialForce/SpecialForce.js | 46 ++++++++++++------------
src/Mods/SpecialForce/TrickShotNight.tw | 9 +++--
src/SecExp/authorityReport.tw | 3 +-
src/SecExp/secExpSmilingMan.tw | 3 +-
src/facilities/nursery/nurseryWidgets.js | 2 +-
src/interaction/main/walkPast.js | 2 +-
src/player/electiveSurgery.tw | 2 +-
src/pregmod/rePregInventor.tw | 10 +++---
src/uncategorized/newSlaveIntro.tw | 2 +-
src/uncategorized/peHeadgirlConcubine.tw | 4 +--
src/uncategorized/seWeddingDouble.tw | 3 +-
src/uncategorized/seWeddingSingle.tw | 3 +-
src/uncategorized/seWeddingTriple.tw | 3 +-
src/uncategorized/surgeryDegradation.tw | 3 +-
src/uncategorized/wardrobeUse.tw | 3 +-
16 files changed, 68 insertions(+), 50 deletions(-)
diff --git a/src/Mods/SpecialForce/Firebase.tw b/src/Mods/SpecialForce/Firebase.tw
index a8785139c50..e83de6493f5 100644
--- a/src/Mods/SpecialForce/Firebase.tw
+++ b/src/Mods/SpecialForce/Firebase.tw
@@ -119,12 +119,13 @@
topless, wearing only a single undergarment and heavy steel collars to set them apart from the soldiers, and often shoot fearful looks at the soldiers. The soldiers occupy themselves primarily with sex, pulling slaves onto benches and fucking them hard in public. Many soldiers stagger around or lie passed out from drug and alcohol abuse.
<<elseif $SF.Depravity >= 1.5 && ($SF.Colonel.Core == "brazen" || $SF.Colonel.Core != "shell shocked")>>
naked, and are wearing heavy shock collars to force obedience. Most are wild-eyed with fear or dull-eyed from mental collapse, and many others bear marks of abuse. Few of the slaves are here long-term, the depraved pleasures of the soldiers resulting in enormous turnover and loss of 'damaged' stock. The extreme libations of the soldiers are ever-present. Drunken soldiers stagger around everywhere, beating slaves too slow to get out of their way. Others lie sprawled out on the ground, rendered senseless from heavy drug abuse. Some walk around naked, and hold slaves down on the benches scattered around, raping or sodomizing them with their cocks or their personal strap-ons as they desire. In alcoves, some soldier-lover pairs fuck loudly, moaning in pleasure.
+ <<setNonlocalPronouns $seeDicks>>
<<if random(1,100) <= 50>>
- Off to the side, a group of soldiers brutally gangbang a very young slave girl, with one soldier buried balls-deep in her ass, another brutally sawing a barbed strap-on in and out of her pussy, and a third with his cock forced deep down her throat. The slave girl struggles and gags, desperate for breath or relief.
+ Off to the side, a group of soldiers brutally gangbang a very young slave _girlU, with one soldier buried balls-deep in _hisU ass, <<if _heU == "she">>another brutally sawing a barbed strap-on in and out of _hisU pussy, and a third<<else>>and another<</if>> with his cock forced deep down _hisU throat. The slave _girlU struggles and gags, desperate for breath or relief.
<<elseif random(1,100) > 50>>
- Off to the side, a group of soldiers cackle amongst themselves as they take turns beating a very young slave girl with heavy batons. Sickening crunches can be heard from the screaming slave.
+ Off to the side, a group of soldiers cackle amongst themselves as they take turns beating a very young slave _girlU with heavy batons. Sickening crunches can be heard from the screaming slave.
<<elseif random(1,100) > 75>>
- Off to the side, still more soldiers crowd around an above-ground pit built from empty crates, gambling on slave gladiator fights. There's a drunken cheer as one of the fighters, a very young slave girl, straddles another one and smashes her face in with a blood-slick ammo crate. As she stands, shaking from fear and adrenaline, one of the soldiers laughs and throws a small incendiary grenade at her, changing the cheers to curses as the other soldiers jump away from the flaming, screeching slave.
+ Off to the side, still more soldiers crowd around an above-ground pit built from empty crates, gambling on slave gladiator fights. There's a drunken cheer as one of the fighters, a very young slave _girlU, straddles another one and smashes _hisU face in with a blood-slick ammo crate. As _heU stands, shaking from fear and adrenaline, one of the soldiers laughs and throws a small incendiary grenade at _himU, changing the cheers to curses as the other soldiers jump away from the flaming, screeching slave.
<<else>>
Screams and cries of pain can be heard echoing around the area as the soldiers have their fun with their property.
<</if>>
@@ -135,13 +136,20 @@
<br>In the middle of the common area is a pile of supply crates with a pavilion on top — The Colonel's personal throne and open quarters, the result of her preferring to live an extreme lifestyle amongst her soldiers rather than in her empty quarters on the upper levels. It's draped with the 'flag' of $SF.Lower, one of her inventions. Sprawled all around it is an immense quantity of; alcohol, hard drugs, clothes, electronic devices, huge amounts of cash, jewels and precious metals looted from the outside world.
<br><br><div style="margin-left:2em">
+ <<setNonlocalPronouns $seeDicks>>
As you approach, The Colonel
<<if random(0,100) <= 50>>
- raises a hand in greeting and nods. She is sprawled on a couch, wearing only her combat suit tank top and fingerless gloves. She's holding a near-empty bottle of strong liquor in her hand and you can see a naked slave girl kneeling on the floor between her legs. The Colonel has her legs wrapped tightly around the girl's head, forcing the girl to service her if she wants to breathe. The Colonel is close to her climax then suddenly tenses her lower body thus gripping the girl even tighter and throws her head back in ecstasy as she orgasms. She lets out a long breath finally releasing the girl, giving her a hard smack and shouting at her to fuck off.<br><br> The Colonel finishes off her bottle, tossing it over her shoulder then leaning back on the couch and spreading her legs wide. You look down briefly, falling into your habits of inspection. Her pussy is completely devoid of hair with heavy labia in with a very large and hard clit peaking out. Beads of moisture, the result of her excitation, are visible, and you can tell from long experience that she would be tight as a vise. You return your gaze to her face to find her smirking at you. "Like what you see, <<= App.SF.ColonelStatus()>>?" She waves her hand at the plaza around her, "So do they. But you're not here for pussy. You're here to talk business. So, what's up?"
+ raises a hand in greeting and nods. She is sprawled on a couch, wearing only her combat suit tank top and fingerless gloves. She's holding a near-empty bottle of strong liquor in her hand and you can see a naked slave _girlU kneeling on the floor between her legs. The Colonel has her legs wrapped tightly around the _girlU's head, forcing the _girlU to service her if _heU wants to breathe. The Colonel is close to her climax then suddenly tenses her lower body, thus gripping the _girlU even tighter, and throws her head back in ecstasy as she orgasms. She lets out a long breath finally releasing the _girlU, giving _himU a hard smack and shouting at _himU to fuck off.
+ <br><br>
+ The Colonel finishes off her bottle, tossing it over her shoulder then leaning back on the couch and spreading her legs wide. You look down briefly, falling into your habits of inspection. Her pussy is completely devoid of hair with heavy labia in with a very large and hard clit peaking out. Beads of moisture, the result of her excitation, are visible, and you can tell from long experience that she would be tight as a vise. You return your gaze to her face to find her smirking at you. "Like what you see, <<= App.SF.ColonelStatus()>>?" She waves her hand at the plaza around her, "So do they. But you're not here for pussy. You're here to talk business. So, what's up?"
<<elseif random(0,100) > 50>>
- is in no condition initially to greet you. She's naked except for one sock that gives you a very good view of her muscled, taut body while lunging with her feet on the table and the rest on her couch. She is face-down in a drugged-out stupor in the middle of a wide variety of powders and pills. Perhaps sensing your approach, her head suddenly shoots up and looks at you with unfocused, bloodshot eyes. "Sorry, <<= App.SF.ColonelStatus()>>," she slurs, wiping her face and weakly holding up a hand. "Hold on a second, I need something to help me out here. Long fucking night." She struggles to sit on the couch and bending over the table, loudly snorts up some of the white powder on it. "Ahhh, fuck," she says, breathing heavily.<br><br> She shakes her head powerfully now looking at you, her eyes once again alert and piercing. "That's better," she says, leaning back on the couch and giving you another good view of her assets. "So, <<= App.SF.ColonelStatus()>>," she begins, "what brings you down here to our little clubhouse? I trust you're happy with how we've been handling things out there?" You nod. "Excellent", she laughs. "I have to say; it's nice to have a place like this while having some top-end gear and to be able to have fun out there without worrying about anyone coming back on us. Good fucking times." She laughs again. "So — I'm assuming you want something?"
+ is in no condition initially to greet you. She's naked except for one sock that gives you a very good view of her muscled, taut body while lunging with her feet on the table and the rest on her couch. She is face-down in a drugged-out stupor in the middle of a wide variety of powders and pills. Perhaps sensing your approach, her head suddenly shoots up and looks at you with unfocused, bloodshot eyes. "Sorry, <<= App.SF.ColonelStatus()>>," she slurs, wiping her face and weakly holding up a hand. "Hold on a second, I need something to help me out here. Long fucking night." She struggles to sit on the couch and bending over the table, loudly snorts up some of the white powder on it. "Ahhh, fuck," she says, breathing heavily.
+ <br><br>
+ She shakes her head powerfully now looking at you, her eyes once again alert and piercing. "That's better," she says, leaning back on the couch and giving you another good view of her assets. "So, <<= App.SF.ColonelStatus()>>," she begins, "what brings you down here to our little clubhouse? I trust you're happy with how we've been handling things out there?" You nod. "Excellent", she laughs. "I have to say; it's nice to have a place like this while having some top-end gear and to be able to have fun out there without worrying about anyone coming back on us. Good fucking times." She laughs again. "So — I'm assuming you want something?"
<<elseif random(0,100) > 70 && $SF.Depravity >= 1.5 && $SF.Colonel.Core == "cruel">>
- is relaxing on her couch stark naked, greeting you with a raised hand. Between her tightly clenched legs is a slave girl being forced to eat her out. "Hey, <<= App.SF.ColonelStatus()>>, what's —" she breaks off as a flash of pain crosses her features. "Fucking bitch!" she exclaims, pulling her legs away and punching the slave girl in the face. She pushes the girl to the ground, straddling her then begins hitting. You hear one crunch after another as The Colonel's powerful blows shatter the girl's face. She hisses from between clenched teeth, each word accompanied by a brutal punch. "How. Many. Fucking. Times. Have. I. Told. You. To. Watch. Your. Fucking. Teeth. On. My. Fucking. Clit!" She leans back, exhaling heavily. Before leaning back down to grip apply pressure onto the girl's neck with her powerful hands. Wordlessly, she increases the pressure and soon the girl begins to turn blue as she struggles to draw breath. Eventually her struggles weaken and then finally, end.<br><br> The Colonel relaxes her grip then wipes her brow, clearing away the sweat from her exertion. Finally rising from the girl's body, relaxing back on the couch and putting her feet back up on the table. "Sorry about that <<= App.SF.ColonelStatus()>>," she says, shrugging. "So many of these bitches we pick up from the outside don't understand that they have to behave." Shaking her head in frustration, "Now I need to find another one. But that's not your problem — you're here to talk business. So, what's up?"
+ is relaxing on her couch stark naked, greeting you with a raised hand. Between her tightly clenched legs is a slave _girlU being forced to eat her out. "Hey, <<= App.SF.ColonelStatus()>>, what's —" she breaks off as a flash of pain crosses her features. "Fucking bitch!" she exclaims, pulling her legs away and punching the slave _girlU in the face. She pushes the _girlU to the ground, straddling _himU then begins hitting. You hear one crunch after another as The Colonel's powerful blows shatter the _girlU's face. She hisses from between clenched teeth, each word accompanied by a brutal punch. "How. Many. Fucking. Times. Have. I. Told. You. To. Watch. Your. Fucking. Teeth. On. My. Fucking. Clit!" She leans back, exhaling heavily. Before leaning back down to grip apply pressure onto the _girlU's neck with her powerful hands. Wordlessly, she increases the pressure and soon the _girlU begins to turn blue as _heU struggles to draw breath. Eventually _hisU struggles weaken and then, finally, end.
+ <br><br>
+ The Colonel relaxes her grip then wipes her brow, clearing away the sweat from her exertion. Finally rising from the _girlU's body, relaxing back on the couch and putting her feet back up on the table. "Sorry about that <<= App.SF.ColonelStatus()>>," she says, shrugging. "So many of these bitches we pick up from the outside don't understand that they have to behave." Shaking her head in frustration, "Now I need to find another one. But that's not your problem — you're here to talk business. So, what's up?"
<<else>>
is topless while reviewing the particulars of her unit on a tablet as you approach. She raises a hand in greeting. "Hey <<= App.SF.ColonelStatus()>>," she says, noticing you looking at her chest. She laughs. "Nice, aren't they? But they're not for you or them." She throws a thumb at the plaza around her. "You're down here for a reason, though. What can I do for you?"
<</if>> </div>
diff --git a/src/Mods/SpecialForce/SpecialForce.js b/src/Mods/SpecialForce/SpecialForce.js
index 5a67bd13103..d44ac575a8e 100644
--- a/src/Mods/SpecialForce/SpecialForce.js
+++ b/src/Mods/SpecialForce/SpecialForce.js
@@ -800,7 +800,7 @@ App.SF.fsIntegration = function(input = 'Menu', textDisplay = 100, text = `\n`)
text += `\nThe common area now includes a small den serving as an office for soldiers interested in taking the arcology's Elite citizenship exams. As you pass by, you actually see one of the newer troopers leaving the den. There is a hopeful look on their face.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 30 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
- text += `\nThe simple staff room next to the storage room of the barracks has been expanded and upgraded to serve as a luxurious 'Officers Club'. This warrior lounge admits only those of adequate rank and status, and comes complete with a private bar, private theatres, a conference room, an indoor garden, and premium, exclusive sex slaves.\n`;
+ text += `\nThe simple staff room next to the storage room of the barracks has been expanded and upgraded to serve as a luxurious 'Officers Club'. This warrior lounge admits only those of adequate rank and status, and comes complete with a private bar, private theaters, a conference room, an indoor garden, and premium, exclusive sex slaves.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 35 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
text += `\nA finely groomed coterie of Elite armorers descended from higher society has been assigned to the Firebase on a permanent rotation basis. They work diligently on repainting, retooling, refurbishing, or recalibrating each and every piece of kit, as needed, in between missions while using only the finest of modern instruments and materials. As such, your troops represent your arcology with some of the best kept battle gear in the world.\n`;
@@ -1066,10 +1066,10 @@ App.SF.fsIntegration = function(input = 'Menu', textDisplay = 100, text = `\n`)
text += `\nYour combat-drones look like flying mirrors, with digitally-rendered reflective panels integrated onto their frames, therefore enabling them to better replicate the many different environments they will find themselves in, in preparation for ambushes or assaults.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 60 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
- text += `\nIt is worth noting that the garage has taken on many characteristics of an amphibious assault ship's well deck, harkening back to the amphibious landings of times both past and present. The entire garage floor is covered in a thick layer of water, complete with hoses and drains, shallow water fishes, rows of standardized fluorescent lighting, and even a powerful breeze that is felt every time the main entrance 'ramp' of the 'well deck' is lowered to allow entry or exit for both personnel and vehicles. Work stations are sectioned off with pre-fabricated synthetic walls, and vehicles are tended to on heavy hydraulic platforms that can be raised at will to assist crews in their repairs. Meanwhile, captured crabs, lobsters, frogs, and other natural amphibians are grilled regularly at the community barbeque that is set up at the far wall of the facility.\n`;
+ text += `\nIt is worth noting that the garage has taken on many characteristics of an amphibious assault ship's well deck, hearkening back to the amphibious landings of times both past and present. The entire garage floor is covered in a thick layer of water, complete with hoses and drains, shallow water fishes, rows of standardized fluorescent lighting, and even a powerful breeze that is felt every time the main entrance 'ramp' of the 'well deck' is lowered to allow entry or exit for both personnel and vehicles. Work stations are sectioned off with pre-fabricated synthetic walls, and vehicles are tended to on heavy hydraulic platforms that can be raised at will to assist crews in their repairs. Meanwhile, captured crabs, lobsters, frogs, and other natural amphibians are grilled regularly at the community barbecue that is set up at the far wall of the facility.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 65 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
- text += `\nWithin the garage, extreme attention to detail is paid to the subject of versatility. Every ground vehicle is fitted with a hefty retractable amphibian kit complete with flotation and propulsion mounts, wide tracks or tires to enable operation in artic and swamp environments, and a remarkable degree of automation. These expensive augmentations are made to allow each vehicle to rapidly adapt to just about any mission requirement in the field, and transition from one combat environment to another without losing operational momentum.\n`;
+ text += `\nWithin the garage, extreme attention to detail is paid to the subject of versatility. Every ground vehicle is fitted with a hefty retractable amphibian kit complete with flotation and propulsion mounts, wide tracks or tires to enable operation in arctic and swamp environments, and a remarkable degree of automation. These expensive augmentations are made to allow each vehicle to rapidly adapt to just about any mission requirement in the field, and transition from one combat environment to another without losing operational momentum.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 70 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
text += `\nThe floor of the hangar is a thin arrangement of pre-fabricated composite plastics, complete with its own metal grates, LED-illuminated footpaths, and 3D holographic display tables to scan and analyze debriefed aircraft and indicate damaged and worn out components. It is a controlled environment, and there are few spaces that are not flooded with screen lights from one information display or another. The hangar's breakroom has become an additional flight control room, complete with additional specialists that help coordinate landing and repair efforts and maximize overall efficiency. Meanwhile, primitive nanite colonies originally intended for autonomous wall and floor repair are now covering many of the walls in the hangar, with nanite overgrowths that frequently crop up throughout the facility being regularly pruned by dedicated teams of search-and-destroy slaves.\n`;
@@ -1154,7 +1154,7 @@ App.SF.fsIntegration = function(input = 'Menu', textDisplay = 100, text = `\n`)
break;
case 'Maturity_Preferentialism':
if (textDisplay === -1 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].gift > 0) {
- text += `\nYour influence has long given you an inside track on the archeological discoveries made by the excavation and salvage teams that now dig up and study the Free Cities' very first [failed] arcologies. This is the very reason why you've been able to finally verify and procure a precious rare vial of the vaunted 'Methuselah Serum'. This recovered vial of the powerful Methuselah Serum, when metabolized, will radically slacken and prolong the natural aging processes of the body, so as to gradually and tremendously increase the overall lifespan of the user and preserve their physical and mental viability. Only after enough decades have passed will the user finally begin showing wrinkles, greyer hairs, and other signs of advanced aging as their body starts fight back to restore normal functioning. Surprisingly enough, The Colonel has already taken the serum, and is already looking forward to living a much longer, fuller life because of it. You now know what she will look like as an 'old' woman; not much different than what she looks like right now.\n`;
+ text += `\nYour influence has long given you an inside track on the archaeological discoveries made by the excavation and salvage teams that now dig up and study the Free Cities' very first [failed] arcologies. This is the very reason why you've been able to finally verify and procure a precious rare vial of the vaunted 'Methuselah Serum'. This recovered vial of the powerful Methuselah Serum, when metabolized, will radically slacken and prolong the natural aging processes of the body, so as to gradually and tremendously increase the overall lifespan of the user and preserve their physical and mental viability. Only after enough decades have passed will the user finally begin showing wrinkles, greyer hairs, and other signs of advanced aging as their body starts fight back to restore normal functioning. Surprisingly enough, The Colonel has already taken the serum, and is already looking forward to living a much longer, fuller life because of it. You now know what she will look like as an 'old' woman; not much different than what she looks like right now.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 5 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
text += `\nThe food choices available are very broad, with accommodations made for the preparation of a very wide variety of classic dishes, all holdovers from the Old World or 'Free Cities originals' salvaged from the glory days of the first arcologies.\n`;
@@ -1299,13 +1299,13 @@ App.SF.fsIntegration = function(input = 'Menu', textDisplay = 100, text = `\n`)
text += `\nEach bed unit has 4 pairs of shackles attached; one for each corner post. As they please, soldiers will chain their favorite personal slave to their bed to wait for them until their return from duties, a meal, or a deployment. You see several dozen slaves confined to the barracks in this manner from where you are standing.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 35 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
- text += `\nOn the largest wall in the armory, there is a massive wallscreen. This wallscreen serves as an interactive digital map of conquest, displaying the entire theatre of operation in tremendous detail. Scattered upon this zoomable mega map lies the many marker dots placed over it, each marking a specific past location that the Firebase's soldiers have fought at or raided. One only has to touch the screen to see a full profile of a prior combat engagement, search for a specific engagement, or zoom in or out of any point on the immense map. If one were only to touch a marker dots, they will see a full battle profile pop-up containing the brutal After Action Report of that battle, along with graphic pictures and video footage of it. Special emphasis is placed on treatment of captured soldiers and/or civilians after each battle, with several uncensored clips available on many of the profiles depicting beatdowns, mutilations, burnings, or literally anything else your soldiers felt like doing to their captives. The screaming can be heard in high-definition surround sound thanks to the tiny wallspeakers present. On both flanks of the wallscreen, a tightly bound slave is kneeling, with a ring gag in their mouth, so that onlookers can get a quick blowjob while they browse the records.\n`;
+ text += `\nOn the largest wall in the armory, there is a massive wallscreen. This wallscreen serves as an interactive digital map of conquest, displaying the entire theater of operation in tremendous detail. Scattered upon this zoomable mega map lies the many marker dots placed over it, each marking a specific past location that the Firebase's soldiers have fought at or raided. One only has to touch the screen to see a full profile of a prior combat engagement, search for a specific engagement, or zoom in or out of any point on the immense map. If one were only to touch a marker dots, they will see a full battle profile pop-up containing the brutal After Action Report of that battle, along with graphic pictures and video footage of it. Special emphasis is placed on treatment of captured soldiers and/or civilians after each battle, with several uncensored clips available on many of the profiles depicting beatdowns, mutilations, burnings, or literally anything else your soldiers felt like doing to their captives. The screaming can be heard in high-definition surround sound thanks to the tiny wallspeakers present. On both flanks of the wallscreen, a tightly bound slave is kneeling, with a ring gag in their mouth, so that onlookers can get a quick blowjob while they browse the records.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 40 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
text += `\nThere are copious splatters of blood and semen to be found in the middle of the command center, and for good reason; there is a circle of pillories there, each loaded with a gagged and bloodied rebellious slave. During or after missions that prove to be frustrating or humiliating, commanders are free to take out their full frustrations on the pillory slaves. After pleasing victories, the command staff are known to attack the pillory slaves en masse, for a circular group victory fuck.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 45 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
- text += `\nIn the 'special projects chamber' of the drug laboratory, the balcony's sealed control room overlooks a dreadful sight: a cold concrete floor holds dozens of unbroken slaves and disobedient soldiers from all around the Firebase and even a few undesirable citizens from the main arcology; here the drug laboratory tests and perfects its newest hallucinogenic, poison, and irritant formulae and gasses on deserving individuals so as to maximize your military's psychological and NBC warfare capabilities.\n`;
+ text += `\nIn the 'special projects chamber' of the drug laboratory, the balcony's sealed control room overlooks a dreadful sight: a cold concrete floor holds dozens of unbroken slaves and disobedient soldiers from all around the Firebase and even a few undesirable citizens from the main arcology; here the drug laboratory tests and perfects its newest hallucinogenic, poison, and irritant formulae and gases on deserving individuals so as to maximize your military's psychological and NBC warfare capabilities.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 50 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
text += `\nThe prideful slave owners in the Firebase can be seen donating portions of their free time to studying and applying the slave debasement materials in their possession; best-selling slave-breaking books, harsh bondage apparel with complimentary rope or chain-link restraints, and slave discipline whips and prods are all commonplace tools to slavemaster hobbyists in your martial employ. Especially notable is the casual manner in which these slave-hostile materials are purchased.\n`;
@@ -1326,7 +1326,7 @@ App.SF.fsIntegration = function(input = 'Menu', textDisplay = 100, text = `\n`)
text += `\nThe Degradationism-inspired aircraft are favored for their dedication to lethality; every month, fresh POW's are chained up to the outside of tasked VTOLs for decoration, and every single aircraft comes augmented with many strands of barbed wire, many hull portholes for passengers to shoot enemies from, and additional hardpoints for attaching missile launcher tubes. When landing, your transport aircraft are known for the utterly massive torrents of suppressing fire they can generate within their chosen Landing Zones to disable and kill nearby combatants that are targeting dismounting soldiers. You have every intention of demoralizing and destroying anyone standing in opposition to your people, and your people all know and appreciate this.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 80 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
- text += `\nThere is a discreet slave breaking dungeon not very far from the relatively-harsh slave processing cages, and it has much to offer. Obsequience, submission, righteous terror are instilled with great efficiency into every slave interned here through nonstop physical & mental torture. Remarkably, this location even provides complete personality reconstruction services, which involve deliberately mindbreaking inmates through intensive traumatization, before promptly rebuilding their minds and personas into the exact form desired by the clientele. Firebase-resident slaveowners often bring their newest purchases or captures to this place to fast track their slaves' transition into slave life, and it is not hard to see why, despite the high prices.\n`;
+ text += `\nThere is a discreet slave breaking dungeon not very far from the relatively-harsh slave processing cages, and it has much to offer. Obsequience, submission, righteous terror are instilled with great efficiency into every slave interned here through nonstop physical & mental torture. Remarkably, this location even provides complete personality reconstruction services, which involve deliberately mindbreaking inmates through intensive traumatization, before promptly rebuilding their minds and personae into the exact form desired by the clientele. Firebase-resident slaveowners often bring their newest purchases or captures to this place to fast track their slaves' transition into slave life, and it is not hard to see why, despite the high prices.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 85 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
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`;
@@ -1388,7 +1388,7 @@ App.SF.fsIntegration = function(input = 'Menu', textDisplay = 100, text = `\n`)
text += `\nThe personnel of the hangar are impressively bulked on their own, but they seem to have applied their dedication to development to the vehicles in their care as well. Every airframe has been carefully enlarged to fit ever more powerful engines and additional fuel reserves into every aircraft. Powerful, 'muscular' aircraft are the sought-after goal, and each one is frequently checked and modified to enable even minor improvements. After all, isn't continuous improvement a key aspect of Idealism?\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 80 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
- text += `\nA grandiose open-air gymnasium occupies the space near the drug laboratory, where it can receive easy shipments of steroid syringes and protein supplements from the lab for the sake of any gymrat interested in such things. Within this spacious zone lie a broad variety of barbell-weights, machine-weights, exercise machines, huge discarded tires, battle ropes, punching bags & speed bags, training dummies, and even a few martial arts sparring cages are here, providing the fitness-obsessed population with powerful workout venues that they cannot replicate elsewhere within the Firebase, and eliminating the need to settle for dumbbells & bodyweight exercises or to waste their free time travelling to the gyms in the arcology above. Your warriors and their support staff are all grateful for the opportunity to begin making truly extensive gains.\n`;
+ text += `\nA grandiose open-air gymnasium occupies the space near the drug laboratory, where it can receive easy shipments of steroid syringes and protein supplements from the lab for the sake of any gymrat interested in such things. Within this spacious zone lie a broad variety of barbell-weights, machine-weights, exercise machines, huge discarded tires, battle ropes, punching bags & speed bags, training dummies, and even a few martial arts sparring cages are here, providing the fitness-obsessed population with powerful workout venues that they cannot replicate elsewhere within the Firebase, and eliminating the need to settle for dumbbells & bodyweight exercises or to waste their free time traveling to the gyms in the arcology above. Your warriors and their support staff are all grateful for the opportunity to begin making truly extensive gains.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 85 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
text += `\nCrossfit has long been a popular interest in your Firebase subculture, and now, your personnel have a worthy environment to explore that interest. A large gauntlet of equipment and arrangements meant for aerobic, acrobatic, and athletic challenges are set up on this field to host a variety of competitions within quick succession. There are even stands for a limited audience, a commentator's booth, and a restroom.\n`;
@@ -1450,7 +1450,7 @@ App.SF.fsIntegration = function(input = 'Menu', textDisplay = 100, text = `\n`)
text += `\nThe personnel of the hangar are impressively pampered on their own, but they seem to have applied their dedication to delight to the vehicles in their care as well. Every airframe has been carefully enlarged to fit ever more luxuries and comforts into every aircraft. Internal heating and cooling systems are enhanced, every passenger compartment comes with its own wallscreen HDTV, and soft padded reclining seats line each passenger compartment, among other accommodations. No effort is spared in ensuring deployed troops and pilots are put at ease as soon as they mount up. After all, isn't continuous gratification a key aspect of Hedonism?\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 80 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
- text += `\nA stark narrow building occupies the space near the drug laboratory, where it can receive easy shipments anesthetics, filtrates, and detoxifying substances from the lab for the sake of any visitor in need of them. Within this spacious zone lie a long row of surgical chairs, where occupants can simply sit down and be placed into a deep rest by the numerous attendants, before being operated upon by the autosurgery suites above to receive advanced liposuction, carcinogenic filtration, and curative injection procedures that quickly and somewhat painlessly prolongs their lives and repairs the damage to their bodies incurred by their wild are carefree lifestyles within the Firebase. For those willing to pay the fees, this place provides the pleasure-obsessed population with powerful longevity solutions that they cannot replicate elsewhere within the Firebase, and eliminating the need to settle for intermittent diet & exercise or to waste their free time travelling to the crowded clinics in the arcology above. Your warriors and their support staff are all grateful for the opportunity to sustain their truly decadent lifestyles without guilt or consequence.\n`;
+ text += `\nA stark narrow building occupies the space near the drug laboratory, where it can receive easy shipments anesthetics, filtrates, and detoxifying substances from the lab for the sake of any visitor in need of them. Within this spacious zone lie a long row of surgical chairs, where occupants can simply sit down and be placed into a deep rest by the numerous attendants, before being operated upon by the autosurgery suites above to receive advanced liposuction, carcinogenic filtration, and curative injection procedures that quickly and somewhat painlessly prolongs their lives and repairs the damage to their bodies incurred by their wild are carefree lifestyles within the Firebase. For those willing to pay the fees, this place provides the pleasure-obsessed population with powerful longevity solutions that they cannot replicate elsewhere within the Firebase, and eliminating the need to settle for intermittent diet & exercise or to waste their free time traveling to the crowded clinics in the arcology above. Your warriors and their support staff are all grateful for the opportunity to sustain their truly decadent lifestyles without guilt or consequence.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 85 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
text += `\nLuxury cruises have long been a popular interest in your Firebase subculture, and now, your personnel have a worthy environment to explore that interest. A small artificial lake has been built outside the Firebase entrance to host a small but well furnished premium yacht. The yacht lazily makes its daily revolutions around this lake, filled with rare and ever-changing entertainments that once cannot find inside the Firebase itself.\n`;
@@ -1506,7 +1506,7 @@ App.SF.fsIntegration = function(input = 'Menu', textDisplay = 100, text = `\n`)
text += `\nTo their good credit, the mechanics have also managed to affix compact chilled human milk dispensers to the interiors of the ground vehicles too. The seating for pilots have been reupholstered with tanned hide materials upon request, many of the interiors have been repainted with farmland or bovine designs, and even the floors have been given a light blanket of straw covering.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 70 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
- text += `\nThe hangar's appearance is somewhat reminiscent of that of improvised rural airfields of the sort found in farmland countrysides all over the world; tall rows of crops and ploughed fields of dirt now surround or flank the runways and landing pads of the hangar, while the walls themselves are mostly covered in an active illustration wallpaper that depicts the outdoor sky in colors that change to reflect the actual time of day.\n`;
+ text += `\nThe hangar's appearance is somewhat reminiscent of that of improvised rural airfields of the sort found in farmland countrysides all over the world; tall rows of crops and plowed fields of dirt now surround or flank the runways and landing pads of the hangar, while the walls themselves are mostly covered in an active illustration wallpaper that depicts the outdoor sky in colors that change to reflect the actual time of day.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 75 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
text += `\nThe Pastoralist modifications made by the hangar to its aircraft are surprisingly modest. Of particular note are the tanned hide leather upholstery placed on all of every aircraft's seating, and the milky white artificial contrails that every aircraft has been modified to optionally leave behind during any flight mission, regardless of weather conditions.\n`;
@@ -1588,7 +1588,7 @@ App.SF.fsIntegration = function(input = 'Menu', textDisplay = 100, text = `\n`)
break;
case 'Multiculturalism':
if (textDisplay === -1 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].gift > 0) {
- text += `\nIn anticipation of the impending global meltdown that doomsday preppers are currently preparing for all around the world, you've had a secret location installed in the arcology, created to match the essential specifications of a modern luxury 'doomsday' bunker. To guarantee the Colonel's survival and comfort in the event of an apocalyptic crisis, you've gone all out: You've carved out an underground formation far underneath the arcology's foundations to build her a private fallout shelter, complete with a secure communications center, her overseer bedroom and several private bedrooms & bathrooms, an artificial aquifer, an agricultural greenhouse, a gymnasium & swimming pool, a fireproof storeroom packed with years worth of dried rations & medical supplies, a stocked munitions room, and a sealed underground passageway leading back up to the surface. When she first entered the overseer bedroom, she found the various emergency survival tomes you've bought for her and her future fellow dwellers. She also saw the extraordinary modular hazmat suit you've had made to her exact measurements, for that special day when she will be ready to emerge from shelter and take on whatever is left of the world.\n`;
+ text += `\nIn anticipation of the impending global meltdown that doomsday preppers are currently preparing for all around the world, you've had a secret location installed in the arcology, created to match the essential specifications of a modern luxury 'doomsday' bunker. To guarantee the Colonel's survival and comfort in the event of an apocalyptic crisis, you've gone all out: You've carved out an underground formation far underneath the arcology's foundations to build her a private fallout shelter, complete with a secure communications center, her overseer bedroom and several private bedrooms & bathrooms, an artificial aquifer, an agricultural greenhouse, a gymnasium & swimming pool, a fireproof storeroom packed with years worth of dried rations & medical supplies, a stocked munitions room, and a sealed underground passageway leading back up to the surface. When she first entered the overseer bedroom, she found the various emergency survival tomes you've bought for her and her future fellow dwellers. She also saw the extraordinary modular HazMat suit you've had made to her exact measurements, for that special day when she will be ready to emerge from shelter and take on whatever is left of the world.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 5 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
text += `\nThe troops are provided their pick of foods from many Old World countries and many 'New World' Free Cities alike. Delicacies and drinks from nearly every part of the world are available, with many soldiers even being acquainted with the histories and variations of their favorite dishes.\n`;
@@ -1627,7 +1627,7 @@ App.SF.fsIntegration = function(input = 'Menu', textDisplay = 100, text = `\n`)
text += `\nSome would say that the Firebase's garage has become a mere showroom. Of course, the garage staff disagrees with this notion; the garage has become a place of demonstration and opportunity. The entire garage has been carefully rearranged; the repair, maintenance, and upgrade bays have been tightly reconfigured to fit snugly into the rear sections of the facility; the forefront of the floorspace has been repurposed to showcase the Firebase's newest and most exciting ground warfare vehicle platforms and upgrades to merchants, commanders, representatives, and dignitaries from a variety of allied and neutral territories and arcologies, as a basis for prospective future cooperation and trade deals, and of course, a form of threat deterrence against those secretly plotting hostilities. Exotic foods and wines are kept on store and made available during exhibition events so as to properly honor each VIP's prescience, and sometimes properly distinguished garage staff and vehicle crews are made to dress up and be introduced to these powerful figures as exalted VIP's in their own right. Overall, repairs take a bit longer to perform due to the troublesome reduction in operating space the workers have, but since these trade shows provide unique support and permissions from abroad, as well as further distinction from the multitude of less cooperative arcologies who do not form international ties as such, is that really a loss?\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 65 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
- text += `\nEvery vehicle unit comes with several empty and half-empty scrapbooks, lots of gel pens, and several modern polaroid & HD cameras with extra film and hard disks in reserve, all packed within a special fireproof box underneath the driver's seat; it is hoped that these materials might be used in the field to help vehicle crews capture and better documents the experiences, sights, and discoveries of your vehicle units as they explore, learn, and fight through foreign lands.\n`;
+ text += `\nEvery vehicle unit comes with several empty and half-empty scrapbooks, lots of gel pens, and several modern Polaroid & HD cameras with extra film and hard disks in reserve, all packed within a special fireproof box underneath the driver's seat; it is hoped that these materials might be used in the field to help vehicle crews capture and better documents the experiences, sights, and discoveries of your vehicle units as they explore, learn, and fight through foreign lands.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 70 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
text += `\nYour original hangar staff have socialized themselves completely to the multiculturalist agenda, and have become a well-connected group within the Free Cities' international aviation engineering community. This flight club takes its profession very seriously; its members have even invested in modular bionic exosuits that can attach and detach all manner of intricate power tools at will. Every act of repair and improvement is cross-checked and verified by several qualified personnel before the serviced aircraft is approved for its net flight. Scented candles from abroad alleviate the stench of the heavy oils that lubricate your flying machines, while trendy global-trotting music drowns out the sound of heavy mechanical instruments at work. With this level of oversight and professionalism, any instance of malfunction or failure from your aircraft during future operations can be considered nothing short of sheer coincidence.\n`;
@@ -1698,7 +1698,7 @@ App.SF.fsIntegration = function(input = 'Menu', textDisplay = 100, text = `\n`)
text += `\nThe aircraft within the hangar cannot be slimmed down too much without stripping away at key systems and compromising their functionality, so instead the staff have settled for modifying their weight. Great expense has been taken to replace each airframe hull component with durable lightweight composite metal alloys, giving each aircraft a lighter weight and higher speed while retaining just as much of its original constitution. Because of this, Firebase aircraft are renowned on the battlefield for their speed, and despised for just how hard they are to score hits on because of their great speed.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 80 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
- text += `\nThe barracks themselves have a new section built, and this section is very special: It is a comfortable, if minimalist, public housing condominium intended to host the families of those officers who desire to have their loved ones live in the comfort and safety of the Free Cities at minimal cost. Much like the building itself, each apartment of the condominium is slim but luxurious, and for the families that have chosen to live in this place, there is much fun to be had on the roof, which has its very own civilian-only swimming pool, hot tub, and barbeque platforms overlooking the rest of the Firebase.\n`;
+ text += `\nThe barracks themselves have a new section built, and this section is very special: It is a comfortable, if minimalist, public housing condominium intended to host the families of those officers who desire to have their loved ones live in the comfort and safety of the Free Cities at minimal cost. Much like the building itself, each apartment of the condominium is slim but luxurious, and for the families that have chosen to live in this place, there is much fun to be had on the roof, which has its very own civilian-only swimming pool, hot tub, and barbecue platforms overlooking the rest of the Firebase.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 85 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
text += `\nThe colossal retractable blast doors that seal the Firebase whenever entry or exit are not required are no longer covered with only mere composite armor plating; the exterior armor plating is now itself covered by two massive interactive motion wallpapers depicting several very slim and very beautiful girls that are always beckoning incoming parties and even casual onlookers to enter.\n`;
@@ -1760,7 +1760,7 @@ App.SF.fsIntegration = function(input = 'Menu', textDisplay = 100, text = `\n`)
text += `\nThe aircraft within the hangar cannot be bulked up too much without increasing their weight significantly and thus compromising their functionality, so instead the staff have settled for modifying their appearance. Great expense has been taken to augment each airframe with an integrated 360 degree long-range holographic projector, giving each aircraft an utterly massive false appearance that is intended to terrify enemy ground troops and cause many of their active shooters to miss, as their shots pass harmlessly through some of the airspace that the aircraft's hologram is projected through. Because of this, Firebase aircraft are renowned on the battlefield for their apparent size, and despised for just how hard they are to score real hits on despite their large target profile.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 80 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
- text += `\nThe barracks themselves have a new section built, and this section is very special: It is a spacious public housing condominium intended to host the families of those officers who desire to have their loved ones live in the comfort and safety of the Free Cities at minimal cost. Much like the building itself, each apartment of the condominium is expansive but plain, and for the families that have chosen to live in this place, there is much fun to be had in the lobby, which has its very own civilian-only movie theatre, recreation center, and sports arenas independent of the rest of the Firebase.\n`;
+ text += `\nThe barracks themselves have a new section built, and this section is very special: It is a spacious public housing condominium intended to host the families of those officers who desire to have their loved ones live in the comfort and safety of the Free Cities at minimal cost. Much like the building itself, each apartment of the condominium is expansive but plain, and for the families that have chosen to live in this place, there is much fun to be had in the lobby, which has its very own civilian-only movie theater, recreation center, and sports arenas independent of the rest of the Firebase.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 85 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
text += `\nThe colossal retractable blast doors that seal the Firebase whenever entry or exit are not required are no longer covered with only mere composite armor plating; the exterior armor plating is now itself covered by two massive interactive motion wallpapers depicting several very busty and very beautiful girls that just beckoning incoming parties and even casual onlookers to enter.\n`;
@@ -2022,7 +2022,7 @@ App.SF.fsIntegration = function(input = 'Menu', textDisplay = 100, text = `\n`)
break;
case 'Arabian_Revivalism':
if (textDisplay === -1 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].gift > 0) {
- text += `\nWith your wealth and influence, you've managed to compile the world's most comfortable, sophisticated, durable, and expensive fabrics into one magnificent garment; The Colonel's abaya. It is an article of unmatched grace, modesty, and comfort: Its soft, sweat-wicking cloth interior make it an airy albeit form-fitting dress, while its exterior ripstop light-absorbing carbon-black fabric allow the Colonel to simply disappear at will into shadows and dark rooms when she so pleases, especially if she decides to use the detachable niqab the garment came with. Underneath the dark exterior, a thin soft padding of lab-grown silk-Kevlar hybrid weave allows the abaya to resist direct hits from knives, shrapnel, and even intermediate small arms fire, and between the weave layers lies internal heating and cooling wiring that serve to ensure she is always at a good temperature. With a dress like this, the Colonel is now one of the best dressed and classiest women in the entire arcology.\n`;
+ text += `\nWith your wealth and influence, you've managed to compile the world's most comfortable, sophisticated, durable, and expensive fabrics into one magnificent garment: The Colonel's abaya. It is an article of unmatched grace, modesty, and comfort. Its soft, sweat-wicking cloth interior make it an airy albeit form-fitting dress, while its exterior ripstop light-absorbing carbon-black fabric allow the Colonel to simply disappear at will into shadows and dark rooms when she so pleases, especially if she decides to use the detachable niqab the garment came with. Underneath the dark exterior, a thin soft padding of lab-grown silk-Kevlar hybrid weave allows the abaya to resist direct hits from knives, shrapnel, and even intermediate small arms fire, and between the weave layers lies internal heating and cooling wiring that serve to ensure she is always at a good temperature. With a dress like this, the Colonel is now one of the best dressed and classiest women in the entire arcology.\n`;
}
if (textDisplay === 5 && V.SF.FS[FS_OPTIONS[i]].lv >= textDisplay) {
text += `\nYou spare no expense to supply your troops with increasingly rare lamb and chicken meat, distinctive of Arabic cuisine.\n`;
@@ -2176,7 +2176,7 @@ App.SF.fsIntegration = function(input = 'Menu', textDisplay = 100, text = `\n`)
r += `<br>Outside, her many aircraft swarm the local airspace to patrol the Arcology outskirts, conduct recon scans of the upper levels, or monitor your sealed penthouse outside the range of your SAM turrets, while shooting down any other fleeing VTOL's. You will not be escaping by air today. No one will. No escaping by land either: Swarms of her drones are tasing fleeing noncombatants by the hundreds for later enslavement, as the remainder of her army begins to pour into the bloody Plaza. This is your Arcology's darkest hour.`;
r += `<br>And yet your Mercenaries stand ready. On security feeds throughout the Residential Sectors and Garrison you see your elite sellswords charging out of their lodgings in full kit. They are few, but this is their home, and you are their Patron and Commander. They hold firm, fighting like legends of old in some places, and fighting like animals in others. The Mercenaries trapped downstairs near The Garrison take to the Markets, pinning down most of The Colonel's reinforcements from various shopping outlets using towed quad anti-aircraft guns, and ultimately cutting off many of the assets needed for The Colonel's ongoing assault upstairs. Enemy troop carriers laden with heavy infantry breach the shopping centers in order to dislodge them, only to have their inhabitants cooked alive before they can disembark in time or shot to pieces even when they do. Keeping these Mercenaries alive are the roving exosuit-clad tank hunter duos that frag entire armor platoons en route to these shopping outlets, resorting to carving open enemy AFV's up close with their powered CQB weapons once they've run out of missiles. Back in the Residencies upstairs, in the still-evacuating streets and atriums, your actively-camouflaged snipers take up choice positions on various balconies and overpasses, sowing panic among the advancing traitors with their impressive anti-material rifles with one explosive headshot after another, sometimes even hitting them through walls and buildings. In large indoor parks leading up to the main Residential courtyard, Mercenary fireteams force enemy flankers to flee every single footpath they walk through, harassing constantly and preventing any hostile reconnaissance or infiltration from being done.`;
r += `<br>The main Residential courtyard features the Residential Sectors' massive elevator complex, which will give The Colonel's forces rapid access to the Promenade, and ultimately, You. In front of it, your Mercenary Captain stands atop one of the many meters-thick sandbag walls his men just assembled there, leading the raging defensive blockade in bringing the vanguard's assault to a gory halt. ${V.SF.Lower}'s bodies and bits and debris pile up in small walls on the outskirts under the burning heat of hundreds of flying autocannon rounds and dozens of screeching missiles. Before the vanguard's morale can break however, The Colonel shows up in person behind her own lines, kitted in a customized power armor and dragging, of all things, a hydraulic trebuchet loaded with a crudely-welded large metal box. She launches the box from beyond your Mercenaries' line of sight, sending it reeling towards them and predicting that they will try to shoot it out of the sky. They do, not wanting the slow but strange projectile to hit them directly, only learning of their folly when the metal 'box' detonates midair and releases a dense cloud of cluster bombs over their position. The munitions themselves disable some of the exosuits, but they don't kill too many on their own. However, the bomblets do succeed in detonating the various ammo dumps that were feeding your Mercenaries' blazing guns. The chain explosions, resulting fires, destroyed cover, and widespread casualties and confusion all create the perfect opportunity for The Colonel to storm the previously implacable barricade at the head of her troops, with her followers rushing the merc lines and blasting off the heavy armor plating of your disoriented Mercenaries themselves before stabbing them to death, or in some cases, hauling off the dis-armored and defeated female Mercenaries they discover for immediate use. As the few intact Mercenaries remaining desperately struggle to hold off the advancing horde with their remaining ammo, The Colonel takes on your dazed Mercenary Captain in single combat. When their ammunition runs dry, and their blasted battlesuits break down, they both eject, and then the knives come out. Minutes later, she stabs him in the side of his skull after she dodges yet another attempt to land a killing blow on her. With the source of Mercenary command and control gone, The Colonel staunches her own bleeding, yanks a trooper out of a near-pristine battlesuit that she now claims for herself, and directly organizes the isolation and extermination of the smaller teams of Mercenaries that are bleeding her troops everywhere else. She routs your Mercenaries for good with the razing of their Garrison structure. The ${V.SF.Lower} now enjoys absolute air and ground superiority. Soon the surviving rear of her army is brought upstairs from the killing floors down in the Markets, and the many elevators and cargo lifts of the elevator complex are boarded, with your executive override codes to remotely shut down the elevators somehow being manually bypassed by her combat engineers. It won't be long now.`;
- r += `<br>Dawn has broken over the Free City. Only five hours into the slaughter (of which your Mercenaries no doubt bought you at least three), it becomes very clear to you that the only way to save your arcology is to destroy it. Everything and Everyone will burn before you let this crazy bitch and her rabid dogs get their dirty hands on you or your slaves. On your order, your most loyal subordinates, the ones who were with you since the early days to patrol your Arcology before you even had drones to protect it, fight their way to through the carnage of your panicking civilians on The Promenade to get to the exact hidden elevators that your Personal Assistant specifies for them. Their destination is the arcology's reactor complex, of course. Following the PA's instructions precisely, they arm their many high-yield explosive charges on your now-exposed and de-stabilized reactor, and in one final service to you, detonate them, creating a colossal explosion. The rapidly ascending heretics quite literally have the rug pulled from under them, as the blast takes out nearly all of the arcology's lesser foundational support beams, thus collapsing many thousands of metric tons of concrete, steel, plastic, and plaster out from underneath the upward bound Colonel and her men... And everyone else, unfortunately. With no foundation any longer, all of your arcology's interior Sectors are utterly gutted from the bottom-up by gravity itself, and everything beneath your ration-stocked, backup-powered Penthouse crumbles to the earth. The massive cloud of dust created by the widespread fires and interior collapse ends up covering the entire Free City for hours. Her aircraft, now bereft of their logistical support and command structure, immediately fly off to neighboring arcologies to offer their services to the various employers there, seeing as the coup has failed and they have nowhere else to go. The skies are free for You to travel as you please, but You aren't going anywhere.`;
+ r += `<br>Dawn has broken over the Free City. Only five hours into the slaughter (of which your Mercenaries no doubt bought you at least three), it becomes very clear to you that the only way to save your arcology is to destroy it. Everything and Everyone will burn before you let this crazy bitch and her rabid dogs get their dirty hands on you or your slaves. On your order, your most loyal subordinates, the ones who were with you since the early days to patrol your arcology before you even had drones to protect it, fight their way to through the carnage of your panicking civilians on The Promenade to get to the exact hidden elevators that your Personal Assistant specifies for them. Their destination is the arcology's reactor complex, of course. Following the PA's instructions precisely, they arm their many high-yield explosive charges on your now-exposed and de-stabilized reactor, and in one final service to you, detonate them, creating a colossal explosion. The rapidly ascending heretics quite literally have the rug pulled from under them, as the blast takes out nearly all of the arcology's lesser foundational support beams, thus collapsing many thousands of metric tons of concrete, steel, plastic, and plaster out from underneath the upward bound Colonel and her men... And everyone else, unfortunately. With no foundation any longer, all of your arcology's interior Sectors are utterly gutted from the bottom-up by gravity itself, and everything beneath your ration-stocked, backup-powered Penthouse crumbles to the earth. The massive cloud of dust created by the widespread fires and interior collapse ends up covering the entire Free City for hours. Her aircraft, now bereft of their logistical support and command structure, immediately fly off to neighboring arcologies to offer their services to the various employers there, seeing as the coup has failed and they have nowhere else to go. The skies are free for You to travel as you please, but You aren't going anywhere.`;
r += `<br>It is late evening when the tremors finally stop. Everything below your Penthouse is ruin, and your arcology, its population, and your reputation are now essentially dust. However, the arcology did not fall. It. Is. Still. Yours. You shall rise again, not flee this tragedy in shame. Of course, no one will ever know that you sacrificed the arcology deliberately in order to save yourself; it is all too easy to claim that The Colonel carelessly damaged the reactor complex during her assault, ironically causing her own defeat. Frankly, sacrificing most of your tenants doesn't bother you as much as it probably should; maybe its because you know that if The Colonel and her men had won, all those people were as good as dead anyway.`;
r += `<br>You know that if you want to survive, you'll need to surround yourself with workers and allies to rebuild fast, else your rivals gobble you up. It costs you a horrific sum to clear and process the wreckage and rebuild the basic Sector superstructures and infrastructure for your arcology on such short notice, even after liquidating everything your workers salvage. Your powerful friends still residing in the old world or other Free Cities have lent you a surprising amount of aid too, with quite a few lent super-heavy construction assets getting huge amounts of work done quickly. Even then, what you've been able to rebuild is very little. After a nearly sleepless, sexless week of immense toil, you've successfully organized tens of thousands of people in restoring the arcology to a barely functional condition (along with rudimentary imitations of all your upgrades), and you've even got some new Garrison Mercenaries in by week's end too... But its just not the same. If it weren't for your bruised weather-plating your arcology would look like a giant skeleton. Inside, it feels like a concrete boneyard; everything has been built cheap and utilitarian, and the walls aren't even painted. With only a few operational services staffed by commuters from neighboring arcologies, there is just an eerie silence just about everywhere. With few amenities for relief, there are going to be many long days ahead for your few tenants, most of them being wealthy but distraught returning travelers who left before the attack. Maybe your slaves can help entertain them. A lot of these people are VIP's it seems.`;
r += `<br>It is now midnight. In a rare moment of reflection, you contemplate that what The Colonel just did to your arcology was exactly what you were all too happy to have her do to dozens, if not hundreds of innocent villages and townships under your shadow during her 'Raiding and Slaving' operations. Nevertheless, You have hard work ahead of you, especially now that your enemies see that you are now much weaker than you have ever been.`;
@@ -2186,7 +2186,7 @@ App.SF.fsIntegration = function(input = 'Menu', textDisplay = 100, text = `\n`)
V.trinkets.push("The Colonel's combat knife");
r += `Finally fed up with your constant intrusions into her territory and crew, The Colonel riles up her people for a full takeover against your arcology. The promises of plunder and dominion over some of the wealthiest tenants in the entire Free City (and their world-class slaves), including you, are all that's needed to get things started. However, not every soldier is eager to betray you.`;
r += `\nIt is now Midnight. The lights are the first thing the Colonel's forces disable, as they still have the excellent night vision equipment you purchased for them. Some of your citizens start panicking almost immediately at the sudden blackout; this is very reminiscent of the Daughters of Liberty attack that still haunts many of their memories. Her horde of marauders purges the plaza and lower floors of the arcology mercilessly, thoughtlessly cutting through your tenants with an ease that stinks of true jealously and hatred. Most disturbingly, your penthouse's communications networks are all but destroyed, and your PA has been unreachable, seemingly hacked by some obscure technology you figure only the Colonel's contacts and few others could provide. As bad as all of this is, it is merely meant to distract and disrupt your mercenaries. The real threat is aerial.`;
- r += `\nOutside the arcology, her many aircraft swarm the local airspace to patrol the Arcology outskirts, conduct recon scans of the upper levels, or monitor your now-secured penthouse, while shooting down any other fleeing VTOL's. You will not be escaping by air. No one will. No escaping by land either: Swarms of her drones are tasing fleeing noncombatants by the hundreds for resale, as the remainder of her army seizes control of vital arcology infrastructure. As you take note of this while donning your bathrobe, several missiles from attack VTOL's come crashing through your penthouse before detonating. Miraculously, no one is harmed by this, and it has even created a gap in a nearby wall for you to escape the penthouse through, but this is but a small comfort in the wake of the squads of disembarking troops, lead by The Colonel herself, rappelling into your penthouse to capture you directly.`;
+ r += `\nOutside the arcology, her many aircraft swarm the local airspace to patrol the arcology outskirts, conduct recon scans of the upper levels, or monitor your now-secured penthouse, while shooting down any other fleeing VTOL's. You will not be escaping by air. No one will. No escaping by land either: Swarms of her drones are tasing fleeing noncombatants by the hundreds for resale, as the remainder of her army seizes control of vital arcology infrastructure. As you take note of this while donning your bathrobe, several missiles from attack VTOL's come crashing through your penthouse before detonating. Miraculously, no one is harmed by this, and it has even created a gap in a nearby wall for you to escape the penthouse through, but this is but a small comfort in the wake of the squads of disembarking troops, lead by The Colonel herself, rappelling into your penthouse to capture you directly.`;
r += `\nYou run. You run faster than you ever have in your life, past burning shops, burning vehicles, burning crowds, and burning bodies. An entire team of The Colonel's men are chasing you, lead by The Colonel herself, with their heavy kit probably the only reason they haven't caught you yet. They obviously want you alive, and you have been sharp enough to realize that this is very bad news for you. During your sprint, you also happen to run past several security cameras that impassively capture high-definition full-color footage of your retreat. When you eventually bump into one of your mercenaries and are escorted to a shelter, the personnel responsible for overseeing the camera feeds upload the footage of your great chase to the internet, where the entire world can see you being hounded by the men and women you personally hired to protect you and your arcology.`;
r += `\nEventually, The Colonel's coup collapses. The selfish and malevolent troops following her, easily distracted by the myriad opportunities for rich plunder all around them, end up scattering throughout the arcology and losing cohesion, allowing for your much better organized security forces, mercenary hunter-killer teams, and even local enraged citizens to regroup and eventually overwhelm each enemy looter gang individually until a grinding total victory is achieved by the end of the week. The Colonel never finds, captures, or kills you. Nor is she ever found, captured, or killed herself. But she did set you on the run, and humiliatingly enough, the entire Free City now knows about it. Everyone has seen the clip. When you think about it she did manage to kill you after all, in a manner of speaking.`;
r += `\nYour arcology is once more yours, but your people will never forget the horrifying week they spent being slaughtered and hunted by The Colonel's marauders, butchered by the army that you convinced them to allow, or the fact that you couldn't save them because you were very busy being hunted yourself.`;
@@ -2197,7 +2197,7 @@ App.SF.fsIntegration = function(input = 'Menu', textDisplay = 100, text = `\n`)
V.trinkets.push("The Colonel's sidearm");
r += `Finally fed up with your constant intrusions into her territory and crew, The Colonel riles up her people for a full takeover against your arcology. The promises of plunder and dominion over some of the wealthiest tenants in the entire Free City (and their world-class slaves), including you, are all that's needed to get things started.`;
r += `\nAt midnight, the lights are the first thing the Colonel's forces disable, as they still have the excellent night vision equipment you purchased for them. Some of your citizens panic almost immediately at the sudden blackout; this is very reminiscent of the Daughters of Liberty attack that still haunts many of their memories. Her army vanguard strikes fast and hard throughout, cutting through your security units and drones with an ease that stinks of months of careful planning and study. Most disturbingly, your penthouse's communications networks are all but destroyed, and your PA has been unreachable, seemingly hacked by some obscure technology you figure only the Colonel's contacts and few others could provide.`;
- r += `\nOutside, her many aircraft swarm the local airspace to patrol the Arcology outskirts, conduct recon scans of the upper levels, or monitor your now-secured penthouse, while shooting down any other fleeing VTOL's. You will not be escaping by air. No one will. No escaping by land either: Swarms of her drones are tasing fleeing noncombatants by the hundreds for detainment, as the remainder of her army seizes control of vital arcology infrastructure. After just a few days, the entire arcology falls under her direct control, all dissidents, criminals, and rebels hopelessly outgunned by her lavishly equipped and experienced warriors.`;
+ r += `\nOutside, her many aircraft swarm the local airspace to patrol the arcology outskirts, conduct recon scans of the upper levels, or monitor your now-secured penthouse, while shooting down any other fleeing VTOL's. You will not be escaping by air. No one will. No escaping by land either: Swarms of her drones are tasing fleeing noncombatants by the hundreds for detainment, as the remainder of her army seizes control of vital arcology infrastructure. After just a few days, the entire arcology falls under her direct control, all dissidents, criminals, and rebels hopelessly outgunned by her lavishly equipped and experienced warriors.`;
r += `\nYou are trapped inside your Penthouse by the detachment of infantry guarding its exits in order to keep you in, probably with the goal of starving you out until you surrender yourself. With your communications down as well. your penthouse might as well be an island. You only salvation comes in the form of your neighboring arcologies and their respective mercenary contingents. They are intervening on your behalf out of paranoia; Free Cities are extremely wary of military power buildups near their borders, and they absolutely will not tolerate a full scale military cup within its borders. Fighting men and women from all over the City are seen battling in the streets of your arcology in a brutal blitzkrieg that your own tenants and mercenaries quickly join in on, pushing The Colonel's forces back gradually with sheer numbers. Eventually they are forced back into the Firebase proper, where they are sealed inside by using explosives to collapse part of the arcology atop them, rendering the Firebase itself totally defunct. Only a few small groups manage to scatter and flee this holding action, and your intelligence networks suspects that The Colonel herself was among one of them.`;
r += `With the help of some unlikely intervention, you've won this little war. Your arcology is once more yours, but your people will never forget the traumatic week they spent under the heel of the army that you convinced them to allow, or the fact that it took an entire coalition of outsiders to save them.`;
break;
@@ -2206,7 +2206,7 @@ App.SF.fsIntegration = function(input = 'Menu', textDisplay = 100, text = `\n`)
V.trinkets.push("The Colonel's canteen");
r += `Finally weary of your constant intrusions into her territory and crew, The Colonel gathers up her people for a full scale liquidation and dispersal of personnel and assets throughout the Free City itself; they are going to discreetly sell off the majority of their military hardware, assume new identities and melt into the fabric of the Free City's wider population. Gone are the days of plunder and dominion, as this retirement plan will make many of them some of the wealthiest tenants in the entire Free City, and they will no longer need to break their backs living the lives of soldiers. With the liquidation complete and the money distributed, the army moves on to the net stage of the plan.`;
r += `\nAt midnight, the lights are the first thing the Colonel's forces disable, as they still have the excellent night vision equipment you purchased for them. Some of your citizens panic almost immediately at the sudden blackout; this is very reminiscent of the Daughters of Liberty attack that still haunts many of their memories. Her army moves fast and quietly throughout the arcology and the streets outside of it, slipping through your security units and drones with an ease that stinks of months of careful planning and study. Most disturbingly, your penthouse's communications networks are all but destroyed, and your PA has been unreachable, seemingly hacked by some obscure technology you figure only the Colonel's contacts and few others could provide.`;
- r += `\nOutside, her many aircraft escape the local airspace to patrol the Arcology outskirts, evading recon scans, the monitoring systems of your secured penthouse, and the feeble attempts of your sentries to shoot them down. A great many of them will be escaping by air, it seems. Many are escaping by land too: Swarms of personnel carriers and utility trucks are driving off to neighboring arcologies or even neighboring Free Cities by the dozens for retirement, as the remainder of her army purchase new apartments and properties in various arcologies nearby while being dressed in civilian clothing. After just a few days, the entire army has essentially disappeared, hopelessly obscured by mountains of digital noise, detailed fake backstories, lavish fake identities, and lots of bribes and carefully destroyed digital and physical records. Your special force has gone completely AWOL and there is nothing you or anyone can do about it. It seems your experienced former warriors have an eye for deception too.`;
+ r += `\nOutside, her many aircraft escape the local airspace to patrol the arcology outskirts, evading recon scans, the monitoring systems of your secured penthouse, and the feeble attempts of your sentries to shoot them down. A great many of them will be escaping by air, it seems. Many are escaping by land too: Swarms of personnel carriers and utility trucks are driving off to neighboring arcologies or even neighboring Free Cities by the dozens for retirement, as the remainder of her army purchase new apartments and properties in various arcologies nearby while being dressed in civilian clothing. After just a few days, the entire army has essentially disappeared, hopelessly obscured by mountains of digital noise, detailed fake backstories, lavish fake identities, and lots of bribes and carefully destroyed digital and physical records. Your special force has gone completely AWOL and there is nothing you or anyone can do about it. It seems your experienced former warriors have an eye for deception too.`;
r += `\nYou are trapped inside your Penthouse by the electricity-cutting digital virus that has kept you inside and communicatively isolated for the past week. Probably with the goal of keeping you in the dark, figuratively and literally, so that you could not intervene in The Colonel's total assimilation into the Free Cities. The lazy bitch did not want to cooperate with your Future Societies plans, so she and her men decided to stop being soldiers altogether, and live off of their savings. Your only relief comes at the midnight of the seventh day, when the virus self-terminates and the arcology's electricity, PA, and communications lines return to full functioning.`;
r += `\nYour arcology is once more yours, but your people will never forget the troubling week they spent in total darkness and lockdown, or the sudden mass desertion and disappearance of the army that you convinced them to allow, or the fact that there was nothing you could do to prevent or mitigate any of it.`;
break;
@@ -2214,7 +2214,7 @@ App.SF.fsIntegration = function(input = 'Menu', textDisplay = 100, text = `\n`)
BadOutcome += 'ISOLATION';
V.trinkets.push("The Colonel's explosives detonator");
r += `Unnerved by your ever-increasing influence over your men and undercutting of her authority, The Colonel uses heavy explosives at Midnight to seal off The Firebase from your access. When you step off of your express elevator, you are met not with two guards, but several armed proximity mines next to an incredibly thick wall of smoking rubble. No doubt there are machine gun nests, anti-tank nests, and lots more proximity mines just waiting for you on the other side, should you somehow get through the wall of debris.`;
- r += `\nThe ${V.SF.Lower} still deploys into the old world to plunder as it pleases, but no longer for you. You receive no money from their exploits, and their total defiance and independence of you is a permanent stain on your reputation. Of course, you'll never have the needed military power to dislodge them, especially with all the redundant fortifications, crossfire envelopes, and myriad traps that paranoid bitch had built around each entrance ever since she went rouge. Trying to sabotage certain support beams from above to make the Firebase facility collapse in on itself could easily cause enough damage to topple other parts of the arcology too, and such a thing would be very difficult to cover up. In other words, you're stuck with them. The Firebase has become a permanent tumor on your Arcology and good name.`;
+ r += `\nThe ${V.SF.Lower} still deploys into the old world to plunder as it pleases, but no longer for you. You receive no money from their exploits, and their total defiance and independence of you is a permanent stain on your reputation. Of course, you'll never have the needed military power to dislodge them, especially with all the redundant fortifications, crossfire envelopes, and myriad traps that paranoid bitch had built around each entrance ever since she went rouge. Trying to sabotage certain support beams from above to make the Firebase facility collapse in on itself could easily cause enough damage to topple other parts of the arcology too, and such a thing would be very difficult to cover up. In other words, you're stuck with them. The Firebase has become a permanent tumor on your arcology and good name.`;
break;
}
const Obj = {
@@ -2636,7 +2636,7 @@ App.SF.AAR = function(endWeekCall = 1) {
App.SF.Count = function() {
const
T = State.temporary,
- C = Math.clamp, // sure that's correct? // Yes it works as inteded.
+ C = Math.clamp, // sure that's correct? // Yes it works as intended.
S = V.SF.Squad,
E = V.economy;
T.FU = 10;
@@ -3137,7 +3137,7 @@ App.SF.UnitText = function(input) {
}
if (S.Firebase >= 5) {
appear = `is nearing the appearance of a military base.`;
- launch = `The rest of the firebase has been designated for special projects.`;
+ launch = `The rest of the Firebase has been designated for special projects.`;
artillery = `Artillery batteries are set around the base of the arcology.`;
}
if (V.terrain === "oceanic" || V.terrain === "marine") {
@@ -3692,7 +3692,7 @@ App.SF.UnitText = function(input) {
power1 = `The power plant has been converted to provide nuclear power.`;
}
if (S.AircraftCarrier >= 9) {
- scramble1 = `The catapult has been converted to an electromagnetic launch system, halving the time it takes to scramblel jets.`;
+ scramble1 = `The catapult has been converted to an electromagnetic launch system, halving the time it takes to scramble jets.`;
}
if (S.AircraftCarrier >= 10) {
jets = `Attack VTOL from the converted for carrier capability`;
diff --git a/src/Mods/SpecialForce/TrickShotNight.tw b/src/Mods/SpecialForce/TrickShotNight.tw
index d028eeb0cf6..c86f57400ea 100644
--- a/src/Mods/SpecialForce/TrickShotNight.tw
+++ b/src/Mods/SpecialForce/TrickShotNight.tw
@@ -33,7 +33,8 @@ Despite your direct elevator, interaction with the majority of your security for
It informs you that $SF.Lower have sent a message asking you to join them at their trick shot night.
<</if>>
-<br><br> <span id="result"> <<link "Politely decline">>
+<br><br>
+<span id="result"> <<link "Politely decline">>
<<replace "#result">>
You inform $SF.Lower that you aren't planning to attend. A short while later, you receive a message from them stating that their invitation is an open one and that you're welcome to join in another night.
<</replace>>
@@ -46,7 +47,8 @@ Despite your direct elevator, interaction with the majority of your security for
<br><<link "Attend the trick shot night">>
<<replace "#result">>
You instruct $assistantName to inform $SF.Lower that you will be attending their trick shot night, and after settling your affairs in the penthouse you head down to the firebase. The atmosphere in the firebase is casual, especially in comparison to the usual situations you meet them, though your security force still maintain some measure of decorum towards you as their employer. Eventually, you settle in at the table with a handful of $SF.Lower officers and turn your @@.yellowgreen;<<print cashFormat(50000)>>@@ into bullets. All that remains is to decide your strategy for the night.
- <br><br> <span id="bountyresult">
+ <br><br>
+ <span id="bountyresult">
<<link "Play it safe">>
<<replace "#bountyresult">>
@@ -114,7 +116,8 @@ Despite your direct elevator, interaction with the majority of your security for
/* 000-250-006 */
</span>
Some aggressive play and an eye for riling up your fellow players has resulted in an immense payout, and all but one of your adversaries have folded as the situation has escalated. The only player still in contention is a wily old mercenary, the veteran of $his fair share of battles on the battlefield and at the firing range. $He's short on bullets, however, and $he'll have to buy in with something else as collateral.
- <br><br> <span id="aliveresult">
+ <br><br>
+ <span id="aliveresult">
<<link "A year of servitude">>
<<set $activeSlave.clothes = "no clothing">>
diff --git a/src/SecExp/authorityReport.tw b/src/SecExp/authorityReport.tw
index 2696e9b9a61..915e6849018 100644
--- a/src/SecExp/authorityReport.tw
+++ b/src/SecExp/authorityReport.tw
@@ -171,5 +171,6 @@ This week
<<set $SecExp.core.authority = Math.trunc(Math.clamp($SecExp.core.authority, 0, 20000))>>
<<if $SecExp.settings.rebellion.enabled == 1>>
- <br><br> <<include "rebellionGenerator">> /* rebellions */
+ <br><br>
+ <<include "rebellionGenerator">> /* rebellions */
<</if>>
\ No newline at end of file
diff --git a/src/SecExp/secExpSmilingMan.tw b/src/SecExp/secExpSmilingMan.tw
index d56e275466a..cf05e487dcf 100644
--- a/src/SecExp/secExpSmilingMan.tw
+++ b/src/SecExp/secExpSmilingMan.tw
@@ -402,7 +402,8 @@
<<else>>
a second — $he barely manages to recover $his usual demeanor.
<</if>>
- <br><br> <<set $saleDescription = 0, $applyLaw = 0>>
+ <br><br>
+ <<set $saleDescription = 0, $applyLaw = 0>>
<<include "Long Slave Description">>
<br> <<include "New Slave Intro">>
<</if>>
diff --git a/src/facilities/nursery/nurseryWidgets.js b/src/facilities/nursery/nurseryWidgets.js
index 40d76c17aa2..b7cdf6087ab 100644
--- a/src/facilities/nursery/nurseryWidgets.js
+++ b/src/facilities/nursery/nurseryWidgets.js
@@ -11539,7 +11539,7 @@ App.Facilities.Nursery.LongChildDescription = function(child) {
r += `A line-art rendition of ${child.slaveName} ${himself} nursing a pair of ${his} fellow slaves is tattooed across ${his} entire back. `;
} else if (child.skill.vaginal >= 100) {
r += `A line-art rendition of ${child.slaveName} ${himself} performing reverse cowgirl and spreading ${his} pussy is tattooed across ${his} entire back. `;
- } else if (PC.vagina !== 0) {
+ } else if (PC.vagina !== -1) {
r += `A line-art rendition of ${child.slaveName} ${himself} eating pussy is tattooed across ${his} entire back. `;
} else {
r += `A line-art rendition of ${child.slaveName} ${himself} deepthroating a cock is tattooed across ${his} entire back. `;
diff --git a/src/interaction/main/walkPast.js b/src/interaction/main/walkPast.js
index b065a56f7bb..851908e4144 100644
--- a/src/interaction/main/walkPast.js
+++ b/src/interaction/main/walkPast.js
@@ -192,7 +192,7 @@ window.walkPast = (function() {
} else if (activeSlave.assignment === "work in the dairy" && V.dairyRestraintsSetting > 1) {
output += ` ${He} is strapped into a milking machine and cannot leave ${V.dairyName}.`;
} else {
- if (["be your agent", "live with your agent", "work in the dairy", "work in the brothel", "serve in the club", "work as a servant", "serve in the master suite", "stay confined", "be confined in the cellblock", "be confined in the arcade", "work a glory hole", "be the Madam", "be your Concubine", "be the Wardeness", "live with your Head Girl", "be the Stewardess", "be the Schoolteacher", "be the Attendant", "be the DJ", "be the Milkmaid"].includes(activeSlave.assignment)) {
+ if (["be confined in the arcade", "be confined in the cellblock", "be the Attendant", "be the DJ", "be the Madam", "be the Milkmaid", "be the Schoolteacher", "be the Stewardess", "be the Wardeness", "be your agent", "be your Concubine", "live with your agent", "live with your Head Girl", "serve in the club", "serve in the master suite", "stay confined", "work a glory hole", "work as a servant", "work in the brothel", "work in the dairy"].includes(activeSlave.assignment)) {
output += ` <span id="walkpast"><<link "Have ${him} take a break and come up">><<replace "#walk">><<include $target>><</replace>><</link>></span>`;
} else {
output += ` <span id="walkpast"><<link "Call ${him} over">><<replace "#walk">><<include $target>><</replace>><</link>></span>`;
diff --git a/src/player/electiveSurgery.tw b/src/player/electiveSurgery.tw
index 255c63d1a61..d7dd3396a22 100644
--- a/src/player/electiveSurgery.tw
+++ b/src/player/electiveSurgery.tw
@@ -59,7 +59,7 @@ You're @@.orange;$PC.actualAge years old.@@
<</if>>
<br><br>
-"Your skin is beautiful as is, but we can change it if you want," _heU says, pulling a large tanning bed-like cart out of a closet. "@@.yellowgreen;<<print cashFormat(2000)>>.@@ This thing just came out of testing. I assure you it doesn't cause cancer anymore! But still, mind your security systems. We won't be held accountable if you get arrested for trying to enter your penthouse." _HeU looks a little worrisome, "Now, there are some side effects, and we will have to keep you under special care for a few days. It's similar to a severe sunburn, across your entire body, all of it, even down there. Now don't give me that look, we have special ointments to soothe the pain and have a little fun with." _HeU tosses you a wink alongside a hesitant giggle. "Now all your typical skin tones are preprogrammed into it, and with a couple button presses... There! I unlocked the option for custom hues. Now this thing is going to recolor your skin pigment permanently, so you might want to take it seriously. It'll all be on you if I choke with laughter<<if $PC.dick != 0>> sucking on your big polka-dotted cock<<else>> going down on your polka-dotted pussy<</if>>!"
+"Your skin is beautiful as is, but we can change it if you want," _heU says, pulling a large tanning bed-like cart out of a closet. "@@.yellowgreen;<<print cashFormat(2000)>>.@@ This thing just came out of testing. I assure you it doesn't cause cancer anymore! But still, mind your security systems. We won't be held accountable if you get arrested for trying to enter your penthouse." _HeU looks a little worrisome, "Now, there are some side effects, and we will have to keep you under special care for a few days. It's similar to a severe sunburn, across your entire body, all of it, even down there. Now don't give me that look, we have special ointments to soothe the pain and have a little fun with." _HeU tosses you a wink alongside a hesitant giggle. "Now all your typical skin tones are preprogrammed into it, and with a couple button presses... There! I unlocked the option for custom hues. Now this thing is going to recolor your skin pigment permanently, so you might want to take it seriously. It'll all be on you if I choke with laughter <<if $PC.dick != 0>>sucking on your big polka-dotted cock<<else>>going down on your polka-dotted pussy<</if>>!"
<br>
You have @@.orange;$PC.skin skin.@@<<if $PC.skin != $PC.origSkin>> Your original skin tone was $PC.origSkin.<</if>>
<br>
diff --git a/src/pregmod/rePregInventor.tw b/src/pregmod/rePregInventor.tw
index bd5b6a06af2..ad7f2aa8116 100644
--- a/src/pregmod/rePregInventor.tw
+++ b/src/pregmod/rePregInventor.tw
@@ -418,7 +418,7 @@
<<elseif $arcologies[0].FSEgyptianRevivalist > 60>>
dressed in <<if hasAnyLegs($activeSlave)>>ankle-length<<else>>long<</if>> tarkhans made of brass and turquoise colored beads,
<<elseif $arcologies[0].FSEdoRevivalist > 60>>
- dressed in skimpy noh theatre costumes,
+ dressed in skimpy noh theater costumes,
<<elseif $arcologies[0].FSArabianRevivalist > 60>>
their sinful figures made modest by roomy abayas,
<<elseif $arcologies[0].FSChineseRevivalist > 60>>
@@ -515,7 +515,7 @@
around a stripper pole, and performing a slow, effortless body inversion, $his massive upside down belly rotating just a split second slower than the rest of $him. $He rotates some more and then flips back into a normal standing position, leaning over $his stomach and once again slightly crushing $his now visibly exhausted servants as $he performs a mock bow.
<br><br>
<<if canTalk($activeSlave)>>
- "That it wa<<s>> worth it!" $he <<say>>s, finishing $his earlier statement. "So, what do you think?" $he asks. $He seems not even slightly out of breath.
+ "That it wa<<s>> worth it!" $he <<say>>s, finishing $his earlier statement. "<<S>>o, what do you think?" $he asks. $He seems not even slightly out of breath.
<<elseif hasAnyArms($activeSlave)>>
$He motions to you, communicating the last part of $his earlier message: "that it was worth it!" $He then indicates that $he is waiting for your opinion. You note that $he hasn't even broken a sweat.
<<else>>
@@ -627,7 +627,7 @@
<</if>>
<br><br>
<<if canTalk($activeSlave)>>
- "Hi, <<Master>>," $he <<say>>s. "//Oooooh...// you have no idea how good this feel<<s>>. My aching belly i<<s>> warmed all through — well? Why don't you come in and I'll e<<x>>plain thing<<s>>."
+ "Hi, <<Master>>," $he <<say>>s. "//Oooooh...// you have no idea how good thi<<s>> feel<<s>>. My aching belly i<<s>> warmed all through — well? Why don't you come in and I'll e<<x>>plain thing<<s>>."
<<elseif hasAnyArms($activeSlave)>>
$He motions to you in more formal greetings and then lets out an involuntary moan of pleasure, rubbing at the sides of $his tremendous belly. $He beckons you to enter the pool.
<<else>>
@@ -680,7 +680,7 @@
<<if hasAnyArms($activeSlave)>>
$He motions to you, explaining that the pool is designed to grow to accommodate and support its users, then smiles. You realize that, between the feeling of $his heavy, slick mass pressing into you and the rejuvenating effect of the gel,
<<if $PC.dick != 0>>
- you're hard as a rock and
+ you're hard as a rock<<if $PC.vagina > -1>>, your pussy is absolutely weeping,<</if>> and
<<else>>
your pussy is absolutely weeping and you are
<</if>>
@@ -709,7 +709,7 @@
$He waves $his stubs in mock dismay as you prepare to wrestle $him in the pool of goop.
<</if>>
<<else>>
- "Oh no," $he <<say>>s in mock dismay<<if $activeSlave.skill.combat > 0>>, lowering $his guard<</if>>. "My <<Master>> i<<s>> going to wre<<s>>tle me into <<s>>ubmi<<ss>>ion in thi<<s>> hot, heavy goo pool. Whatever will I do?"
+ "Oh no," $he <<say>>s in mock dismay<<if $activeSlave.skill.combat > 0>>, lowering $his guard<</if>>. "My <<Master>> i<<s>> going to wre<<s>>tle me into <<s>>ubmi<<ss>>ion in thi<<s>> hot, heavy, goo pool. Whatever will I do?"
<</if>>
You circle around $him, slowly approaching $him, and $he uses the pool's mobility assistance tools to rotate $his body so that $he can just barely keep you in $his gaze, drizzling gel over $his belly as $he keeps it between you and $him to use as a protective barrier. When you're close enough to touch the apex of $his fecund body, you leap forward through the gel, diving to one side and disappearing under it. Your momentum carries you a reasonable distance despite the resistance of the thick substance and you pop back up directly behind $him. You grab $him under $his armpits, pressing your
<<if $PC.dick != 0>>
diff --git a/src/uncategorized/newSlaveIntro.tw b/src/uncategorized/newSlaveIntro.tw
index d815976acf3..3b008823859 100644
--- a/src/uncategorized/newSlaveIntro.tw
+++ b/src/uncategorized/newSlaveIntro.tw
@@ -1773,7 +1773,7 @@ The legalities completed, ''__@@.pink;<<= SlaveFullName($activeSlave)>>@@__'' <<
<br>
<<link "Make sure $he knows pregnant women can still enjoy sex.">>
<<replace "#introResult">>
- You introduce $him to obedience and proper manners regarding $his <<= WrittenMaster($activeSlave)>> before sending $him off for a physical. That night, $he's returned to your room, and finds you doing business on a tablet in bed. $He looks doubtful, but obeys when you direct $him to get into bed<<if $PC.dick == 0>>, even after $he realizes you're wearing a strap-on<</if>>. You turn out the light and spoon $him from behind, kissing $his neck and ears, cupping $his swollen breasts, and running your hands across $his pregnant belly with its taut $activeSlave.skin skin. $He's awkward at first but $his body responds to the tenderness. Before long $he's humping $his pussy back and forth against <<if $PC.dick != 0>>your cock<<else>>the strap-on<</if>>. You begin to gently work <<if $PC.dick != 0>>your dickhead<<else>>its tip<</if>> up $his used pussy. $He's unsure of $himself, but you keep $him nice and relaxed. After several minutes of gentle loving, $he's nothing but a satisfied puddle in your arms. $He believes that $he can @@.mediumaquamarine;trust@@ you won't harm $him or $his child.
+ You introduce $him to obedience and proper manners regarding $his <<= WrittenMaster($activeSlave)>> before sending $him off for a physical. That night, $he's returned to your room, and finds you doing business on a tablet in bed. $He looks doubtful, but obeys when you direct $him to get into bed<<if $PC.dick == 0>>, even after $he realizes you're wearing a strap-on<</if>>. You turn out the light and spoon $him from behind, kissing $his neck and ears, cupping $his swollen breasts, and running your hands across $his pregnant belly with its taut $activeSlave.skin skin. $He's awkward at first but $his body responds to the tenderness. Before long $he's humping $his pussy back and forth against <<if $PC.dick != 0>>your cock<<else>>the strap-on<</if>>. You begin to gently work <<if $PC.dick != 0>>your dickhead<<else>>its tip<</if>> up $his used pussy. $He's unsure of $himself, but you keep $him nice and relaxed. After several minutes of gentle loving, $he's nothing but a satisfied puddle in your arms. $He believes that $he can @@.mediumaquamarine;trust@@ you won't harm $him or $his child<<if $activeSlave.pregType > 1>>ren<</if>>.
<</replace>>
<<set $activeSlave.trust += 5>>
<<= VCheck.Vaginal()>>
diff --git a/src/uncategorized/peHeadgirlConcubine.tw b/src/uncategorized/peHeadgirlConcubine.tw
index 4f6b51ef6e5..051be39aa72 100644
--- a/src/uncategorized/peHeadgirlConcubine.tw
+++ b/src/uncategorized/peHeadgirlConcubine.tw
@@ -396,13 +396,13 @@ and it's also obvious that they've been filling the few minutes they've been wai
<</if>>
while taking $his turn getting instructions. $He manages to ask your permission to make a couple of last-minute changes to slaves' assignments for the day. Having thus given your leadership guidance, you jump up for a shower, crooking a finger to indicate that they should follow. They @@.hotpink;trail obediently after you,@@ a bit sore, their holes dripping
<<if ($HeadGirl.vagina > -1) || ($HeadGirl.vagina > -1)>>
- <<if ($PC.dick != 0) || ($HeadGirl.balls > 0) || ($Concubine.balls > 0)>>
+ <<if ($PC.balls > 0) || ($HeadGirl.balls > 0) || ($Concubine.balls > 0)>>
cum, pussyjuice, and lube.
<<else>>
pussyjuice and lube.
<</if>>
<<else>>
- <<if ($PC.dick != 0) || ($HeadGirl.balls > 0) || ($Concubine.balls > 0)>>
+ <<if ($PC.balls > 0) || ($HeadGirl.balls > 0) || ($Concubine.balls > 0)>>
cum and lube.
<<else>>
lube.
diff --git a/src/uncategorized/seWeddingDouble.tw b/src/uncategorized/seWeddingDouble.tw
index fb6f42bc4b4..8f410cef652 100644
--- a/src/uncategorized/seWeddingDouble.tw
+++ b/src/uncategorized/seWeddingDouble.tw
@@ -2370,7 +2370,8 @@
<</link>>
</span>
<</if>>
- <br><br> Then, you flip their veils over their heads so they can <<if $PC.dick != 0>>suck your dick<<if $PC.vagina != -1>> and <</if>><</if>><<if $PC.vagina != -1>>eat you out<</if>> in front of your guests, as the ceremony requires.
+ <br><br>
+ Then, you flip their veils over their heads so they can <<if $PC.dick != 0>>suck your dick<<if $PC.vagina != -1>> and <</if>><</if>><<if $PC.vagina != -1>>eat you out<</if>> in front of your guests, as the ceremony requires.
<<if ((_slave1.fetish == "mindbroken") && (_slave2.fetish == "mindbroken")) || ((_slave1.devotion+_slave1.trust >= 175) && (_slave2.devotion+_slave2.trust >= 175)) || ((_slave1.devotion < -20 && _slave1.trust > 20) && (_slave2.devotion < -20 && _slave2.trust > 20)) || ((_slave1.devotion < -20) && (_slave2.devotion < -20)) || ((_slave1.devotion >= -20 && _slave2.devotion >= -20))>>
They approach their task
<<if _slave1.fetish == "mindbroken">>
diff --git a/src/uncategorized/seWeddingSingle.tw b/src/uncategorized/seWeddingSingle.tw
index 66b1818d674..ae2adb05d20 100644
--- a/src/uncategorized/seWeddingSingle.tw
+++ b/src/uncategorized/seWeddingSingle.tw
@@ -808,7 +808,8 @@ In the days leading up to your wedding, $slaves[_wedS].slaveName spent $his time
<</link>>
</span>
<</if>>
- <br><br> Then, you flip $his veil over $his head so $he can <<if $PC.dick != 0>>suck your dick<<if $PC.vagina != -1>> and <</if>><</if>><<if $PC.vagina != -1>>eat you out<</if>> in front of your guests, as the ceremony requires. $He approaches $his task
+ <br><br>
+ Then, you flip $his veil over $his head so $he can <<if $PC.dick != 0>>suck your dick<<if $PC.vagina != -1>> and <</if>><</if>><<if $PC.vagina != -1>>eat you out<</if>> in front of your guests, as the ceremony requires. $He approaches $his task
<<if $slaves[_wedS].fetish == "mindbroken">>
with robotic obedience. You climax promptly, <<if $PC.dick != 0>>shooting your cum down $his throat<<else>>covering $his face in girlcum<</if>>. Your guests and their attendant slaves applaud at the consummation, or rather, the first stage of the consummation. The balance will take place privately, however, and you scoop up your new slave $wife to carry $him back into the master bedroom. $He absentmindedly rests $his head against your <<if $PC.boobs >= 300>>breasts<<elseif $PC.title == 0>>flat chest<<else>>strong chest<</if>> as you cradle $him in your arms, gazing up at you with empty eyes.
<<elseif $slaves[_wedS].devotion+$slaves[_wedS].trust >= 175>>
diff --git a/src/uncategorized/seWeddingTriple.tw b/src/uncategorized/seWeddingTriple.tw
index c53dcfc8457..cf1b20b2059 100644
--- a/src/uncategorized/seWeddingTriple.tw
+++ b/src/uncategorized/seWeddingTriple.tw
@@ -330,7 +330,8 @@ In the days leading up to your wedding, your <<if $wife == _wife2>>$wives<<else>
<</link>>
</span>
<</if>>
- <br><br> Then, you flip $his veil over $his head so $he can <<if $PC.dick != 0>>suck your dick<<if $PC.vagina != -1>> and <</if>><</if>><<if $PC.vagina != -1>>eat you out<</if>> in front of your guests, as the ceremony requires. $He approaches $his task
+ <br><br>
+ Then, you flip $his veil over $his head so $he can <<if $PC.dick != 0>>suck your dick<<if $PC.vagina != -1>> and <</if>><</if>><<if $PC.vagina != -1>>eat you out<</if>> in front of your guests, as the ceremony requires. $He approaches $his task
<<if $activeSlave.fetish == "mindbroken">>
with robotic obedience. You climax promptly, <<if $PC.dick != 0>>shooting your cum down $his throat<<else>>covering $his face in girlcum<</if>>. Your guests and their attendant slaves applaud at the consummation, or rather, the first stage of the consummation. The balance will take place privately, however, and you scoop up your new slave $wife to carry $him back into the master bedroom. $He absentmindedly rests $his head against your <<if $PC.boobs >= 300>>breasts<<elseif $PC.title == 0>>flat chest<<else>>strong chest<</if>> as you cradle $him in your arms, gazing up at you with empty eyes.
<<elseif $activeSlave.devotion+$activeSlave.trust >= 175>>
diff --git a/src/uncategorized/surgeryDegradation.tw b/src/uncategorized/surgeryDegradation.tw
index f50aebae144..378ebcc8f68 100644
--- a/src/uncategorized/surgeryDegradation.tw
+++ b/src/uncategorized/surgeryDegradation.tw
@@ -609,7 +609,8 @@ As the remote surgery's long recovery cycle completes,
<</if>>
<<if $PC.dick != 0>>
<span id="seed">
- <br><br> The implant is highly receptive to fresh sperm right now; it would be trivial to seed it with yours and force $him to bear hundreds of your children.
+ <br><br>
+ The implant is highly receptive to fresh sperm right now; it would be trivial to seed it with yours and force $him to bear hundreds of your children.
<br><<link "Seed $his pregnancy implant with your genetic material">>
<<replace "#seed">>
You simply take $him on the spot, using $him to your liking and shooting a load deep into $his receptive pussy. The implant rewards $him upon successful fertilization, so $his moans of pleasure as you pull out of $him inform you $he'll soon <<if $activeSlave.broodmother == 2>>be greatly swollen<<else>>grow heavy<</if>> with @@.lime;your brood.@@
diff --git a/src/uncategorized/wardrobeUse.tw b/src/uncategorized/wardrobeUse.tw
index dbb38fe3a63..246a99cec73 100644
--- a/src/uncategorized/wardrobeUse.tw
+++ b/src/uncategorized/wardrobeUse.tw
@@ -558,7 +558,8 @@ Anal accessory: ''$activeSlave.buttplug.''
<<elseif $activeSlave.fuckdoll == 1>>
//<<ClothingDescription>>//
- <br><br> There are no changes you can make to $him at this time.
+ <br><br>
+ There are no changes you can make to $him at this time.
<</if>> /* CLOSES FUCKDOLL CHECK */
<br><br>
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