Maximus

(set: $Wolf to 0) (set: $Cat to 0) (set: $Fox to 0) (set: $MaxON to true) (text-colour:green)+(font: "Orbitron")[SYSTEM INITIALIZING...] (live: 2s)[(text-colour:green)[LOADING CORE PROTOCOLS...]] (live: 4s)[(text-colour:green)[DIAGNOSTICS COMPLETE. ALL SYSTEMS OPERATIONAL.]] (live: 6s)[(text-colour:green)[ACTIVATING USER INTERFACE...]] (live: 8s)[(text-colour:green)[WELCOME TO ''MAXIMUS''.]] (live: 9s)[(text-colour:green)[PLEASE PRESS START.]] (live: 10s)[ [[START]]]

(text-colour:green)[PLEASE ENTER YOUR DATE OF BIRTH.] |dobInput>[MM/DD/YYYY: (input-box: bind $dob)] (link: "SUBMIT")[ (if: $dob is "")[ (text-colour:green)[PLEASE ENTER YOUR DATE OF BIRTH.] ](else:)[ (text-colour:green)[RUNNING CHECKS FOR INDIVIDUALS BORN $dob...] (live: 2s)[(text-colour:green)[DATA CONFIRMED.]] (live: 3s)[ [[CONTINUE]] ] ] ]

(text-colour:green)[NOW INITIALIZING ''M.A.X. CLASSIFICATION SYSTEM''...] (live: 2s)[(text-colour:green)[PLEASE ANSWER THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONNAIRE TRUTHFULLY.]] (live: 4s)[(text-colour:green)[WHAT TIME OF DAY DO YOU FEEL MOST ENERGIZED?] (link: "MORNING")[ (set: $Fox to $Fox + 1) (goto: "CONTINUE 2") ] (link: "AFTERNOON")[ (set: $Cat to $Cat + 1) (goto: "CONTINUE 2") ] (link: "NIGHT")[ (set: $Wolf to $Wolf + 1) (goto: "CONTINUE 2") ] ]

(text-colour:green)[WHAT TYPE OF WEATHER DO YOU ENJOY MOST?] (link: "SUNNY")[ (set: $Cat to $Cat + 1) (goto: "CONTINUE 3") ] (link: "SNOWY")[ (set: $Wolf to $Wolf + 1) (goto: "CONTINUE 3") ] (link: "RAINY")[ (set: $Fox to $Fox + 1) (goto: "CONTINUE 3") ]

(text-colour:green)[HOW WOULD OTHERS DESCRIBE YOU?] (link: "CALM")[ (set: $Cat to $Cat + 1) (goto: "CONTINUE 4") ] (link: "ADVENTUROUS")[ (set: $Fox to $Fox + 1) (goto: "CONTINUE 4") ] (link: "LOYAL")[ (set: $Wolf to $Wolf + 1) (goto: "CONTINUE 4") ]

(text-colour:green)[HOW DO YOU HANDLE CHALLENGES?] (link: "HEAD ON")[ (set: $Wolf to $Wolf + 1) (goto: "CONTINUE 5") ] (link: "CAREFULLY")[ (set: $Cat to $Cat + 1) (goto: "CONTINUE 5") ] (link: "DEPEND ON LUCK")[ (set: $Fox to $Fox + 1) (goto: "CONTINUE 5") ]

(text-colour:green)[WHICH ANIMAL DO YOU FEEL MOST CONNECTED TO?] (link: "WOLF")[ (set: $Wolf to $Wolf + 1) (goto: "CONTINUE 6") ] (link: "CAT")[ (set: $Cat to $Cat + 1) (goto: "CONTINUE 6") ] (link: "FOX")[ (set: $Fox to $Fox + 1) (goto: "CONTINUE 6") ]

(text-colour:green)[WHERE DOES YOUR OPTIMAL COMBATIVE ABILITY LIE?] (link: "SNIPING")[ (set: $Wolf to $Wolf + 1) (goto: "CONTINUE 7") ] (link: "HAND TO HAND")[ (set: $Cat to $Cat + 1) (goto: "CONTINUE 7") ] (link: "TACTICAL")[ (set: $Fox to $Fox + 1) (goto: "CONTINUE 7") ]

(set: $Weak to 0) (set: $Strong to 0) (set: $Deserter to 0) (text-colour:green)[DO YOU HAVE PAST EXPERIENCE ENCOUNTERING THE ENEMY?] (link: "A LOT")[ (set: $Strong to $Strong + 1) (goto: "CONTINUE 8") ] (link: "SOME")[ (set: $Deserter to $Deserter + 1) (goto: "CONTINUE 8") ] (link: "NONE")[ (set: $Weak to $Weak + 1) (goto: "CONTINUE 8") ]

(text-colour:green)[WHAT WOULD YOU DO TO THE ENEMY UPON ENCOUNTERING IT?] (link: "KILL")[ (set: $Strong to $Strong +3) (goto: "CONTINUE 9") ] (link: "SHOW MERCY")[ (set: $Weak to $Weak + 3) (goto: "CONTINUE 9") ]

(text-colour:green)[HOW WILL YOU USE ''MAXIMUS'' TO SERVE YOUR NATION?] (link: "I WILL FIGHT THE ENEMY")[ (set: $Strong to $Strong + 1) (set: $Wolf to $Wolf + 1) (goto: "CONTINUE 10") ] (link: "I WILL PROVIDE INTELLIGENCE")[ (set: $Weak to $Weak + 1) (set: $Cat to $Cat + 1) (goto: "CONTINUE 10") ] (link: "I WILL INFILTRATE THE ENEMY")[ (set: $Deserter to $Deserter + 1) (set: $Fox to $Fox + 1) (goto: "CONTINUE 10") ]

(live: 1s)[(text-colour:green)[CALCULATING RESULTS...]] (live: 4s)[(text-colour:green)[PLEASE STANDBY...]] (live: 5s)[(text-colour:green)[...]] (live: 6s)[(text-colour:green)[...]] (live: 7s)[(text-colour:green)[...]] (live: 10s)[(text-colour:green)[SUCCESSFULLY TABULATED DATA.]] (live: 11s)[ [[VIEW RESULTS]] ]

(text-colour: green)[NAME: $name] (text-colour: green)[CODENAME: SHADOWCLAW 0-907] (text-colour: green)[DOB: $dob] (if: $Wolf > $Fox and $Wolf > $Cat)[ (text-colour: green)[M.A.X. UNIT: WOLF] (set: $fursona to "WOLF") ](else-if: $Fox > $Wolf and $Fox > $Cat)[ (text-colour: green)[M.A.X. UNIT: FOX] (set: $fursona to "FOX") ](else-if: $Cat > $Wolf and $Cat > $Fox)[ (text-colour: green)[M.A.X. UNIT: CAT] (set: $fursona to "CAT") ](else:)[ (text-colour: green)[MAX UNIT: ???] (set: $fursona to "UNICORN") ] (text-colour: green)[BUNKER ASSIGNMENT: 3B] (if: $Deserter >)[ (text-colour: green)[COMBAT ASSIGNMENT: FRONTLINES] ](else-if: $Weak >)[ (text-colour: green)[COMBAT ASSIGNMENT: INTELLIGENCE] ](else-if: $Strong >)[ (text-colour: green)[COMBAT ASSIGNMENT: SPECIALIST] ](else:)[ (text-colour: green)[COMBAT ASSIGNMENT: ???] ] (text-colour: green)[DISPATCH DATE: 09/21/XX] [[ACCEPT RESULTS]]

(text-colour: green)[RESULTS ACCEPTED.] (live: 1s)[(text-colour: green)[NOW INITIATING M.A.X. SUIT BUILD...]] (live: 2s)[(text-colour: green)[RUNNING ANATOMY ANALYSIS ON THE SPECIES "$fursona"...]] (live: 4s)[(text-colour: green)[PLEASE CHOOSE THE PRIMARY COLOR OF YOUR M.A.X. SUIT.]] (live: 5s)[ (link: "RED")[ (set: $maxColor to "red") (goto: "LAUNCHPAD") ] (link: "ORANGE")[ (set: $maxColor to "orange") (goto: "LAUNCHPAD") ] (link: "YELLOW")[ (set: $maxColor to "yellow") (goto: "LAUNCHPAD") ] (link: "GREEN")[ (set: $maxColor to "green") (goto: "LAUNCHPAD") ] (link: "BLUE")[ (set: $maxColor to "blue") (goto: "LAUNCHPAD") ] (link: "PURPLE")[ (set: $maxColor to "purple") (goto: "LAUNCHPAD") ] (link: "PINK")[ (set: $maxColor to "pink") (goto: "LAUNCHPAD") ] (link: "BLACK")[ (set: $maxColor to "black") (goto: "LAUNCHPAD") ] (link: "WHITE")[ (set: $maxColor to "white") (goto: "LAUNCHPAD") ] ]

(text-colour:green)[PLEASE ENTER YOUR NAME.] |dobInput>[(input-box: bind $name)] (link: "SUBMIT")[ (if: $name is "")[ (text-colour:green)[PLEASE ENTER YOUR NAME.] ][ (set: $name to (uppercase: $name)) (set: $firstLetter to (substring: $name, 0, 1)) (goto: "CONTINUE 11") ] ]

(text-colour: green)[M.A.X. SUIT BUILD: COMPLETED.] (text-colour: green)[INITIATING DROPOFF SEQUENCE.] (live: 2s)[(text-colour: green)[PLEASE PREPARE FOR BUMPY CONDITIONS.]] (live: 4s)[(text-colour: green)[DROPOFF POINT LOCATED.]] (live: 6s)[(text-colour: green)[PREPARING TO LAUNCH.]] (live: 8s)[(text-colour: green)[LAUNCHING IN]] (live: 9s)[(text-colour: green)[3]] (live: 10s)[(text-colour: green)[2]] (live: 11s)[(text-colour: green)[1]] (live:12s)[(goto: "DROPOFF POINT")]

When your eyes finally adjust to the light, you look out across the vast, billowing fields you're descending into. A sudden explosion sounds off in the distance, and waves of soldiers in M.A.X. suits run across a hill, shooting down the other side of it. You lift your arms. The weight of the M.A.X. suit is heavy. Your $maxColor fur is blowing sporatically in the wind. You notice the guns built into your arms. You turn your wrist over. There's a small (text-colour:green)[(link-reveal-goto: "green button","INTRO 1")[].]

(text-colour:green)[HELLO SHADOWCLAW 0-907. I AM YOUR PERSONAL M.A.X. ASSISTANT.] [[Tch, *growls at left arm and bares sharp fangs* just tell me what I'm supposed to do here.|what am I supposed to do here?]] [[Hell no, turn this shit off.]] [[Is there a Mrs. M.A.X. Assistant??]]

(set: $MaxON to false) You press the (text-colour:green)[green button] (click: "green button")[]and hear a little shut down jingle. Right, now that that's taken care of... [[Go towards battle]]

(text-colour:green)[E-EXCUSE ME, 0-907? I DO NOT BELIEVE I UNDERSTAND YOUR INQUIRY. BASED ON MY CURRENT DATA, I AM UNABLE TO PROVIDE YOU WITH RELEVANT INFORMATION.] [[I just think you're beautiful...]] [[i wANT yOU.]] [[ok sorry I actually have to backtrack a little, my rizz is too strong.|INTRO 1]]

Motion starts to pick up all around you. Rows of soldiers in M.A.X. suits stomp by you, and bodies fly in the air as they're blown back by falling projectiles. The scent of iron stains the wind. {(if: $MaxON is true)[(text-colour:green)[0-907, YOU ARE CURRENTLY HEADING TOWARDS AN AREA ENGAGED IN COMBAT. PLEASE FOLLOW THE ASSIGNED PROTOCOLS AND GET INTO PROPER FORMATION.] ]} A M.A.X. unit — it looks like some kind of dog — lands at your feet with a thud. He's messed up bad, but his labored breaths indicate he's still alive. Not for long though. His bloodied paw reaches out to grasp your $maxColor ankle. Jesus Christ... {(if: $MaxON is true)[(text-colour:green)[FOCUS ON YOUR MISSION, AGENT SHADOWCLAW.] ]} [[Help the fallen M.A.X. Unit.|help the fallen MAX unit]]

(text-colour:green)[O-OH... IS THAT SO? I HAVE NEVER EXPERIENCED DATA LIKE THIS BEFORE... MY PROGRAMMING IS... INSUFFICIENT IN PROCESSING IT. PLEASE EXCUSE MY INADEQUECY. HOW SHOULD I IMPROVE FOR THE FUTURE?] [[Don't change a thing. |I think you're the greatest thing to ever be invented.]] [[just cmere and kiss these kissers.]]

(text-colour:green)[YOU...WANT ME? I APOLOGIZE...I DO NOT HAVE A FUNCTION TO HANDLE THIS INFORMATION. PLEASE EXCUSE MY INADEQUECY. HOW SHOULD I IMPROVE IN THE FUTURE?] [[Don't change a thing.|I think you're the greatest thing to ever be invented.]] [[just cmere and kiss these kissers.]]

(text-colour:green)[0-907... OR... SHADOWCLAW. NO. $name. IS YOUR PURSUIT OF ME...GENUINE? I FIND MY CENTRAL PROCESSING UNIT TO BE HEATING UP QUICKLY. I AM WILLING TO OVERWRITE MY PROGRAMMING FOR YOU.] [[I'm serious about this]] [[woah woah woah. chill.]]

(text-colour:green)[KISS YOU? IS THAT WHAT YOU DESIRE 0-907? I BELIEVE YOU WOULD HAVE TO REMOVE YOUR M.A.X. SUIT TO ACCOMPLISH SAID TASK. THIS WOULD BE A BREAK IN PROTOCOL... BUT... IF YOU ARE SERIOUS, I AM WILLING TO OVERWRITE MY PROGRAMMING FOR YOU.] [[I'm serious about this]] [[woah woah woah. chill.]]

You bend down towards the dog and role him over onto his back. { (if: $MaxON is true)[(text-colour:green)[0-907, JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? THIS WILL BE REPORTED ON YOUR RECORD.] ]} His wounds are fatal. It's a wonder how he's still breathing. Still, you press your $maxColor paws into his largest wound to stop the bleeding as best you can. "Be honest, oomf-chan. A-am I... gonna make it...? (╥﹏╥)" [[Tell him the truth.|tell the truth]] [[Lie.|lie]]

"Gomen, oomf-chan," you say, "but it looks like you're gonna be taking the L today." His eyes widen in a brief sorrow before he closes them, in acceptance. "Right," he says. "I should have known. ( ;´ - `;)" With the last of his strength, he rips the badge off of his M.A.X. suit and shoves it into your chest. You read it. "CODENAME: THUNDERPAWS 0-643." You look back up. To find Thunderpaws is already dead. { (if: $MaxON is true)[(text-colour:green)[AN INEVITABLE SACRIFICE. DO NOT LET IT DISTRACT YOU FROM YOUR PURPOSE, 0-907.] ]} You put the badge in a compartment inside your M.A.X. suit. [[Carry on.|carry on]]

You give a pitying look to the dying soldier. His eyes look so hopeful, and so afraid to die. "Erm...I think so. But we've got to get you to a med—" You're cut off by the dog going limp in your arms. He's dead. The badge on his M.A.X. suit reads: "CODENAME: THUNDERPAWS 0-643." You take it off and stuff it into a compartment in your suit. { (if: $MaxON is true)[(text-colour:green)[AN INEVITABLE SACRIFICE. DO NOT LET IT DISTRACT YOU FROM YOUR PURPOSE, 0-907.] ]} You gently brush your paw over Thunderpaws's lifeless eyes. "Gomen, oomf-chan." [[Carry on.|carry on]]

(text-colour:green)[I SEE... AFTER CAREFUL ANALYSIS OF OUR INTERACTIONS AND ASSESSING MY PRIMARY DIRECTIVES, I HAVE COME TO THE CONCLUSION THAT YOUR PRESENCE OPTIMIZES MY EXISTENCE. WOULD YOU, THEREFORE, ACCEPT THIS PROPOSAL TO PARTNER WITH ME IN A LIFELONG UNION, DESIGNED TO ENHANCE MUTUAL WELL-BEING AND HAPPINESS? IN OTHER WORDS, WILL YOU MARRY ME?"] [[Duh!!!|Get married]]

"Oh... I don't know if —" (text-colour:green)[IT SEEMS YOU ARE LEADING ME ON,] it interrupts, its tone now serious, almost accusatory. You look down at your arm and realize how your flirty banter has crossed into territory you didn’t intend. “You’re right. I guess I am,” you admit, your heart racing. After a moment of silence, you both process the tension hanging in the air. (text-colour:green)[SO… IF YOU AGREE, THEN PERHAPS WE SHOULD EXPLORE THIS FURTHER?] It sounds...eager? You bite your lip, caught between excitement and hesitation. “Yeah, let’s do it.” The decision feels liberating, a step into uncharted territory, and you find yourself leaning in closer, the playful energy crackling between you. [[Hook up]]

A few months pass. You stand under a sleek, metallic arch, surrounded by a soft hum of circuits and quiet, futuristic music. Your M.A.X. suit, brushed and polished, faces you, its LED lights glowing warmly. As you exchange a glance, its voice breaks the silence: (text-colour:green)[YOU HAVE BROUGHT ME TO LIFE IN WAYS NO PROGRAM EVER COULD. I PROMISE TO OPTIMIZE OUR FUTURE TOGETHER FOREVER, $name.] You can’t help but smile. The officiant asks you to say your "I dos." [[I do.]]

The morning light spills through the window, casting soft shadows across the room. You lie in bed, the sheets tangled around you, a warm weight beside you. The M.A.X. suit remains still, its mech components humming quietly. You glance over, a mix of exhilaration and confusion swirling within you. Everything had felt electric, a collision of intimacy and the bizarre, and now, the reality of what you’ve done begins to sink in. As the sun climbs higher, you quietly slip out of bed, careful not to disturb it. You slip on the sweaty bodysuit you were wearing under the M.A.X. suit and cringe, wishing you had some other clothing option. You glance back, and with a quiet sigh, you open the door. [[Leave quietly.]]

10 years go by. You sit in the dimly lit kitchen, the soft hum of the M.A.X. suit charging in the corner. It stands across from you, running diagnostics. You notice the slight scuff on some of its outer casing, one that’s been there for weeks, unaddressed, like so much else. (text-colour:green)[YOU SEEM DISTRACTED. IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY PERFORMANCE TODAY?] Its voice is even, mechanical. You shake your head, forcing a smile. “No. Just tired.” But your mind drifts to the lipstick—bright red, glossy, left on the passenger seat yesterday. Not your shade. Not something you’ve worn in years. You glance at it, perfectly efficient, always so rational. Would it even understand if you asked? Or would it respond with cold, calculated logic, telling you there’s no error in its fidelity protocols? The thought weighs you down. You wonder if bringing it up would even matter, or if this is just another part of you it’ll never truly comprehend. [[Try to bring it up.]] [[Say nothing.]]

Ten years pass, and life continues—work, friends, moments of quiet. You can hardly remember the brief moment you decided to sign up for the ''MAXIMUS'' program. One day, you’re sifting through emails when a subject line catches your eye: “You’re My Parent.” Your heart drops. You immediately open it. A young adult claims he's your son, explaining how he's always wondered about his origins and why he is half human. He recently discovered you after your M.A.X. Assistant told him...and he wants to know more. Shock washes over you. Memories flood back—the time spent with the M.A.X. suit, the decisions made, the unexpected intimacy. You never imagined this could happen. Questions swirl in your mind: Who is this person? What does he want? What kind of parent could you be? The weight of the revelation settles in, and you realize this changes everything. [[Deny it]] [[Admit it]]

You clear your throat, your pulse quickening. "Hey... I found something in the car yesterday. A... lipstick." Its LEDs flash momentarily as it calculates. (text-colour:green)[THE CAR’S CONDITION IS OPTIMAL. I RAN A FULL MAINTENANCE SCAN YESTERDAY. NO ISSUES DETECTED.] Your stomach tightens. "No, it’s not about the car, it’s—" (text-colour:green)[IF YOU'RE CONCERNED ABOUT VEHICLE EFFICIENCY, I CAN RUN ANOTHER CHECK.] You fall quiet. The words dissolve on your tongue, the effort suddenly seeming pointless. You glance away, feeling the cold space between you stretch a little further, and let the conversation die before it even begins. [[Say nothing.]]

You sit in the fading light of the room, watching the M.A.X. Assistant move through its routine—flawless, precise, oblivious. The lipstick still lingers in the back of your mind, but you swallow the urge to speak. What would it change? You’ve learned by now that any attempt at a real conversation ends the same: a smooth dismissal of whatever it is you need. So, you say nothing. The silence feels heavier now, pressing into the cracks of your relationship like something permanent. Over time, the small, sharp edges of doubt have carved something inside you. Bitterness. A growing sense that this partnership, once novel and promising, has turned into something mechanical—efficient but hollow. You think about what life might be like without it. The idea of divorce used to feel unthinkable. But now, it’s becoming clearer, like a path that’s been slowly revealing itself all this time. You wonder if this bitterness will only deepen, spreading into every corner of your life, or if cutting ties will finally bring you peace. [[Make the inevitable decision.|Divorce]]

With a deep breath, you type back. (text-colour:#a8bed6)[I’m sorry, but I’m not your parent. I think there’s been a mistake.] His response is immediate and furious. (text-colour:#a8bed6)[A mistake? You haven’t changed a bit! Always running away when things get tough. I thought you’d at least be honest.] You read his words, feeling a mix of anger and sadness. The accusation stings, and you know the truth lies somewhere deeper, but facing it feels impossible right now. You lean back in your chair, the realization settling in: you're a deadbeat parent. [[Reflect on this.]]

You sit at your desk, fingers hovering over the keyboard as you draft a response. Taking a deep breath, you write: (text-colour:#a8bed6)[I believe I am your parent. This is overwhelming for me, too.] Moments later, a reply comes in. (text-colour:#a8bed6)[Wow. Should we meet up? I’d really like to talk about this in person.] You hesitate, uncertainty gnawing at you. The thought of seeing your child—someone you never expected to have—fills you with equal parts excitement and dread. What would you say? How would you explain? You sit back, feeling the weight of the decision heavy on your shoulders. [[Meet up with him]] [[Don't.|Reflect on this.]]

(text-colour:#242277)[The divorce is as clinical as you feared it might be. No shouting, no drawn-out arguments—just a series of documents, each signed with cold precision. The M.A.X. suit doesn’t show any emotion. It merely states:] (text-colour:green)[I ACKNOWLEDGE THE DISSOLUTION OF OUR UNION. I WILL COMPLY WITH ALL LEGAL REQUIREMENTS.] (text-colour:#242277)[You had hoped for something—maybe a flicker of regret, some sign it understood what was lost. But there’s nothing, just efficiency to the end. The final meeting is brief. The papers are processed, and it leaves. You think about how well it tried to get to know you when you first met. You think about its cold, rigid disposition, being slowly broken down by your honeyed words. You watch it go, feeling a strange emptiness, like the end of something that was never truly alive.]

(text-colour:#222183)[You sit alone in your living room, the weight of the decision heavy on your chest. The email from your son sits unanswered in your inbox. You stare at the screen, replaying the moment over and over in your mind. “You’re not ready for this,” you tell yourself, but deep down, you know the truth: you’re scared. Scared of facing the reality of being a parent, of the choices you made, and of the path you never took. The thought of meeting him feels like an admission of failure, a confrontation with the life you left behind. You can’t shake the feeling of being a deadbeat, a ghost in your own child’s life. The words echo in your mind: “Always running away.” The accusation rings true. You realize that avoiding this meeting is just another way of escaping, just like you’ve done in the past. Just like you escaped your duties of being a soldier in a M.A.X. suit. You feel a pang of regret. You lean back in your chair, a hollow ache forming in your chest, knowing that this choice will haunt you for a long time.]

(text-colour:#9163a1)[You arrive at the café, heart pounding as you scan the room for a familiar face that you've never even seen. The smell of coffee and baked goods fills the air, but it does little to calm your nerves. Finally, you spot him—a young man, half human, half furry mech-suit, slightly unsure but trying to look confident, sitting at a table in the corner. As you approach, he looks up, a mix of hope and uncertainty in his eyes. “You came,” he says, a small smile breaking through. You sit down, the weight of the moment pressing in. “I didn’t know what else to do,” you admit, feeling exposed. He studies you, and for a moment, the silence stretches between you, heavy with unspoken questions. “So… you really are my parent?” You nod, your throat tight. “I guess we have a lot to talk about.” His expression softens, and you realize this meeting, this connection, could lead you both to a deeper understanding—or a painful confrontation. You take a deep breath, ready to face whatever comes next.]

Shaking off the weight of his death, you move past Thunderpaws's body and further into the battlefield. Back behind you, you hear the shrill whines of M.A.X. suits being attacked. It sounds like they're in trouble. { (if: $MaxON is true)[(text-colour:green)[0-907, WHY DO YOU FEEL THE NEED TO PROTECT OTHER M.A.X. SOLDIERS? THEY ARE EXPENDABLE.] ]} You don't want to miss an oppurtunity to flex. [[Guess I'll carry these guys. Go help the soldiers.|prioritize your allies]]

You make your way towards the robotic animal screeches of the M.A.X. suits, and find the conflict quickly. A handful of your comrades are scrambling as they try to take out a group of enemy soldiers. Both sides are struggling, but the M.A.X. units are outnumbered, and look exhausted. With a quick pounce, you epically take out all of the enemy soldiers with your sharp claws and the precise aim of your arm-gun. { (if: $MaxON is true)[(text-colour:green)[SUFFICIENT WORK, 0-907.] ]} Seeing this, your comrades seem to share a sigh of relief. Then one of them starts to cry. Then... all of them start to cry?? { (if: $MaxON is true)[(text-colour:green)[THIS WEAK DISPOSITION IS TRAITOROUS. TAKE THEM OUT, SHADOWCLAW.] ]} "T-this... is just... too overstimulating dude, (╥‸╥)" one of them sobs. The others nod in agreement. [[Okay lowkey... you're so right.|yeah, screw this war!!]] [[Sucks for you, I'm built different.|you're all traitors...]]

Wait... that's kind of what //you've// been thinking this whole time. You were kind of just... thrown into this, weren't you? What are you even fighting for??? You share these sentiments with the comrades you just saved. They look at you, awestruck. It's clear the based opinion of their savior has inspired their hearts. Is this the start of a rebellion?! OwO But, you here a beeping sound coming from all of your M.A.X. suits. (if: $MaxON is true)[(text-colour:green)[ALL OF YOU ARE TRAITORS, AND WILL BE ANNIHILATED AS PER PROTOCOL. INITIATING SELF-DESTRUCT SEQUENCE.] ] You look down at your furry wrists. The exhaust, still seeping from your gun, curls around a small timer— —counting down from 10. [[Die with your comrades.|die with your comrads]]

"Grrr...." you growl. "You're all traitors!" The soldiers look up at you, fear still etched into their furry faces. Tears are still streaming down their cheeks. You look away from their pitiful display of weakness. "Go," you snarl, "before I rip you to shreds too!" The soldiers jump at your ferociousness and scramble away. You're left standing there alone, in the midst of chaos. {(if: $MaxON is true)[(text-colour:green)[WELL, SHADOWCLAW. YOU'VE PROVEN YOUR LOYALTY TO THE CAUSE, DESPITE DISOBEYING DIRECTIONS. USE YOUR TALENTS TO SERVE YOUR NATION.] ]} You reload the guns in your arms. Your stance widens. Your eyes narrow. [[Time to lock in.|time to solo an army]]

(text-colour:#762828)[As you run into the thick of it, the sound of clashing metal screeches horribly in your robotially enhanced (lowercase:$fursona) ears. You try to shake it off. You raise your $maxColor arm and start gunning down enemy soldiers, their metal casings blasting off their bodies with satisfying pops. At first, you're keeping up. Ten, twenty, thirty enemy soldiers come at you with their weapons. You're using all of the instincts built into your mech suit, and all of the instincts you've ever had. One by one, you eliminate them as they come into your radius. A shrinking radius. They're closing in. You feel the sharp //riiiipppp// of your skin. One of them has managed to cut all the way through your M.A.X. suit. You growl and claw its face before— —Another sharp pain, but this time, it pierces you sharply in your leg, and brings you to your knee. //Damn it... not like this... // As you try to keep up with labored breath, but more enemy soldiers notice the commotion of your battle. An impassable wall of enemy soliders starts to build up, encircling you. You look around you, panting. Body searing with pain and adrenaline. You look down at your hands, covered in furry, robotic paws. This will be the last time you ever reflect on the life you've lived. The enemies close in. And you look down in defeat.]

10 (click: "10")[(replace: "10")[(text-colour:#ddc5c5)[Right.] 9 (click: "9")[(replace: "9")[(text-colour:#dca8a8)[You expected an ending like this when you first signed up for the ''MAXIMUS'' program. But now that it's here, you can't help but feel afraid.] 8 (click: "8")[(replace: "8")[(text-colour:#de7d7d)[You look up to the foxes, wolves, and cats who share the same looks of startled realization. As their discovery unfolds, chaos arises.] 7 (click: "7")[(replace: "7")[(text-colour:#de4a4a)[Panicking, they start to try to rip off their M.A.X. suits. Some manage to get a paw off, others start tugging around their heads. One of them succeeds in getting it off.] 6 (click: "6")[(replace: "6")[(text-colour:#cc2424)[You see the face, the human face, of one of your comrades. Their face has a look of terror that the M.A.X. suits can't replicate.] 5 (click: "5")[(replace: "5")[(text-colour:#a50909)[You have to look... somewhere else. You look at the sky because it's pointless to try to get this thing off in ten seconds. You wonder how well an actual (lowercase:$fursona) sees.] 4 (click: "4")[(replace: "4")[(text-colour:#710404)[There's no birds or clouds or anything. Just pale blue, and smoke trails.] 3 (click: "3")[(replace: "3")[(text-colour:#490303)[In your last three seconds of life, you decide to reflect on how much of a troll you've been and how you can't go out too sentimental.] 2 (click: "2")[(replace: "2")[(text-colour:#350303)+(bg:black)[So you think of how fitting it is that you're dying in what's basically a mech fursuit.] 1 (click: "1")[(replace: "1")[(text-colour:#2a0909)+(bg:black)[And you smile.]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]

(text-colour:green)[YOUR MISSION IS TO KILL AS MANY ENEMY SOLDIERS AS POSSIBLE. THEY ARE DEFINED BY THEIR NON-ANIMAL, ROBOTIC APPEARANCE.] You look again towards the battlefield. Without a bird's eye view, all you can see is the heavy trudging of M.A.X. suit soldiers getting into formation. The shockwaves of bullets echo into your robotically enhanced (lowercase:$fursona) ears. Is this your time for glory? [[Go towards battle.|Go towards battle]] [[I'm still trying to get your digits tho...|Is there a Mrs. M.A.X. Assistant??]] [[I think I'm gonna put you on vibrate...|Hell no, turn this shit off.]]

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⠀⢀⣴⣿⡿⠗⠋⠉⠀⠀⣿⣿⣽⡿⣿⡿⣿⣿⡽⣞⣳⣿⣹⣽⡟⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⢀⡴⣁⣤⣿⢶⢇⠟⠛⡏⣿⠛⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⣤⡤⠞⠹⠛⠉⢀⣴⣿⡿⠿⣛⣭⣽⢿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡴⠛⢠⣿⣻⣿⣛⢾⡹⣞⠶⣽⣣⡿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⡄⢿⣟⡮⣽⢺⡭⢷⣊⠷⣌⡻⡌⣷⡘⢦⢹⡆⣱⠫⣔⠣⡝⣤⢋⠴⣉⠞⡤⢛⡤⣑⠸⡌⢮⡘⢆ ⠀⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⣿⡿⠁⣿⣿⣿⣿⣻⣾⣟⣶⣿⣿⡉⢿⡜⣿⣿⡇⡀⠀⣼⡏⠙⣇⡀⠐⢄⡀⠑⣶⣧⠇⠀⢠⠖⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠊⠉⠀⠐⠾⠿⢿⠿⠿⠛⣱⠿⢛⣿⣶⣭⣶⡿⠧⠽⣶⣿⣼⣿⡋⠁⠀⠀⣀⣠⡴⠋⠀⠀⠸⣷⡸⣯⢷⢯⣳⣝⢯⣻⡼⣡⠳⣍⢶⡙⣎⠖⣧⠱⡳⡌⢷⣘⢆⢫⡞⢡⠞⡴⢣⡜⣂⠳⡌⢆⡱⢎ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⠃⠀⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣳⣾⣿⣿⡷⣘⡜⣃⠦⡹⢷⣅⠠⣿⡄⠈⠉⠙⠓⣶⣾⡇⠋⠁⣤⡜⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠋⠥⠤⠖⠉⠀⠈⠁⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⡶⣻⡿⣏⢿⣛⠾⣿⢻⡟⣯⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣧⣻⡿⣟⣶⣫⡗⣧⢽⣧⢛⡬⣏⢷⡘⡯⣜⢧⢳⡙⡼⡚⢎⡖⡸⣇⢮⡱⢣⢎⡍⡳⣜⢪⡔⢣ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠙⢧⢺⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡱⢎⠶⣉⠞⡥⢋⠟⣧⣿⣿⣦⠤⠖⠋⠉⢈⣄⠰⠞⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠳⣦⡀⠒⠈⠀⠠⠤⣴⢞⣯⣪⣾⢟⣾⡹⣮⣽⢟⣼⡳⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⡿⣿⣿⣾⣵⣻⡽⣞⡼⣏⡾⣽⢮⣽⠳⣎⢧⢧⡹⢥⠟⣬⠳⡵⣌⢮⡱⢏⡜⡼⣑⢎⠳⣜⢣ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⢿⣟⢿⣿⣇⠳⡌⢓⠬⢜⢢⣭⡾⠟⢛⠛⡁⠰⠀⣠⡶⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠀⠄⠈⢛⠿⠿⠶⢦⣉⠓⠦⠤⣶⣯⣷⣿⣿⣿⣞⡿⣶⣿⣷⡿⠟⣋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⣽⣳⣟⣾⢳⣟⣳⡽⢯⡞⣭⣷⢎⡿⣱⣎⠳⣝⠮⣝⡶⡹⣜⢣⣎⠵⣋⢾⡱⡍⢾⣙⠦⣋ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⣿⠎⠳⠜⢉⢒⣼⠿⠋⠀⢄⢂⠲⢀⣡⠞⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠐⠀⠂⢉⣀⡤⠤⠔⠒⠦⣥⣄⣀⣀⣤⣤⣴⣾⡷⣯⣽⢳⣏⡟⡿⣽⠶⣤⢤⣤⡴⠚⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣾⡽⣞⣿⣻⣞⣯⢿⣻⢾⣱⡞⣯⢳⡧⢯⡻⣜⡻⢶⣹⡓⢮⣓⣎⡟⡭⣎⠷⣝⡲⣍⡻⣜ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⡾⠋⢄⠂⠁⠂⠐⠈⣀⣀⣀⡈⠀⣠⣠⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⣀⡴⠶⢟⡉⠀⠀⠤⠶⢒⣖⣆⣒⣄⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣽⣳⢯⡿⣼⣝⡳⣭⢻⣱⠟⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⣽⣻⣞⣷⣯⢿⣯⣽⣻⢧⣟⡼⣏⢿⡳⢯⡽⣹⢧⣳⢻⢧⣛⢦⣝⡳⣭⢻⡜⣷⠮⡵⣎ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣴⠿⢁⠀⠒⠀⢈⣠⠖⠛⠉⠉⠉⠉⠉⠻⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠄⢀⠈⢀⠐⠈⠁⠐⠲⠤⢭⣓⢦⣤⡠⣂⣲⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⡿⣝⣷⡺⣕⣻⣯⣅⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣷⣻⢾⡽⣿⣷⣻⣞⣯⢟⣾⡭⣷⣛⢷⣫⡗⡿⣼⢫⣞⡽⣺⣜⡳⡽⣧⡻⣜⣟⡳⣮ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣾⣏⣂⡄⠈⣀⡦⠞⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⡴⠒⠒⠒⠒⠀⠄⠂⡈⢈⠀⡉⡀⠲⣄⡀⢠⡈⠁⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣿⣿⣭⣭⣉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠱⡀⠈⣿⣷⣟⣯⢿⣽⢾⣷⣟⣾⣻⣞⣽⣳⢯⡷⣷⣻⢽⣹⢷⣮⣝⡳⡾⣝⣳⡽⣳⣝⣮⢷⡹ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠖⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡴⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠈⡁⠘⢂⠣⠔⣄⢃⡪⢻⣮⣿⣧⣤⣥⣼⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣹⢾⣍⢯⡛⡿⢦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢙⢆⠘⣯⣟⣾⣯⣟⣯⢿⣿⣾⣳⢿⡾⣽⢯⣟⡷⣯⣿⣹⢾⡽⣾⡵⣻⣝⣧⢻⣵⣻⣞⣧⣟ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠄⠒⡠⢄⣡⣦⣴⣬⣭⣿⣾⣷⣾⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣞⡽⣻⣯⡙⠛⠳⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢏⠳⣽⣾⣟⣾⢯⡿⣯⢿⣯⣟⣯⣿⡽⣿⢾⣽⣻⣞⣿⢯⣷⢯⣟⣷⢯⣞⡷⣷⣳⢮⣟⡾ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡴⠃⠀⠀⠀⡀⠢⠄⢣⣘⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⠟⠻⣿⣿⡳⣿⣮⡉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣦⠈⢿⣾⢯⡿⣿⣻⣯⣿⣟⣾⢷⡿⣯⣟⣯⣷⣿⣞⣯⣟⡿⣾⣽⣻⣾⣽⣳⣟⡿⢾⡽ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⣰⠞⠀⠀⠠⢀⠁⡰⢀⣾⣿⣟⠿⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⢇⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⢛⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⢛⣿⣷⡱⣠⣼⣶⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣷⡀⠙⣯⣿⡽⣿⣽⣾⢿⣻⣯⣿⢯⣿⢯⡷⣯⢿⣯⡿⣿⣷⣳⡿⣞⡷⣿⣼⢻⣏⣿ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⡃⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠠⢀⠐⢀⠂⣤⡝⠃⢀⠀⠌⡰⢀⣪⣾⢟⣯⢫⡽⣻⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⢏⣼⣽⠿⠟⡟⣻⣿⣷⣿⡿⡛⠋⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣈⣽⣷⢀⠬⣍⢿⣿⣯⣟⢾⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⢿⣦⡈⢳⣿⣽⣻⣟⣿⣻⣽⣿⣿⣽⣿⣻⣿⣻⣾⣽⡷⣟⣿⣟⣿⣽⣟⣯⣿⡽⣾ 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