ACS Origins

Name: "Deep Vulture"
(Is commonly referred to as "D.")

Stats:
HP: 20
AP: 25
ATK: 15
MAG: 25

Class: Courier
Starting weapon: Six-shooter
Astral Sign: Sign of the Orange

Starting skill:
Friend from the Beyond:

• D. has familiarship over a juvenile eldritch being, which manifests itself as 200 liters of amorphous black sludge lined with glowing blue "veins."
• D. shares a telepathic link with the creature, of which the two can use to communicate and perceive each other's senses through.
• The familiar has the ability to take control of machinery, granted that its volume is enough to interface with whatever it is trying to control.
• At the start of adventure, the being is bonded with the control systems of an unarmed helicopter that D. uses for transportation and delivery.
• The familiarship however, is damaging towards D.'s sanity.

Are you planning on doing a lamp origin story, or should I be the one doing that?

Ehh you do the lamp origin.
I'm doing the dark Magik and etc origin.

Two players are needed to start the game. Unless D. Vulture thinks he can start this himself.

"Hey, I'm just a delivery guy."

(D. is a follower, not a leader.)

Name: Man Cursealot (Man)
Age: 42
Stats
HP 20
AP 20
ATK 30
MAG 15
Weapon: Heavy Club
Class: Guard/Baker
Skill: Baseball Champion
During battle, Man can use a random object (rock or baseball) to hit the enemy. When melee attacking, he has a chance to get a Homerun, which increases damage and stuns the enemy for 1-2 turns. There's a smaller chance Man gets an "Out of the Park" which deals incredible damage. But that happens rarely.

Sign: Sign of the Dragon.

I will copy the character introduction format from Matik because i'm too lazy to create one myself.
Name: Markelu, the Glow-eyes (Nickname: Elu) (Man)
Age: 21
Stats
HP 22
AP 16
ATK 30
MAG 22
Weapon: Staff (creative choice)
Class: Wizard (creativeeee)
Skill: Deathshine
When i attack someone, there is a 5% chance that a Deathshine attack will occur. A Deathshine attack will use sun rays to deal 30% more damage and blind (stun) the enemy for 1 attack. However, darkness attacks will deal 31% more damage to me.

Sign: Sign of the Firefly.

Markelu has too much(Five) points, and has to reconsider his options by washing his face in the bathroom.
Man is the loyal ancestor of some other guy I think his name was Malik or something.
D.Vulture is... A courier. Woohoo.
I haven't decided on what the Astral Signs actually do so they'll have no effect right now.

You are in the town of [Insertcreativenamehere]. It is neutral between the conflicts of the two clans, but the populace will happily buy cake from your store.

The shop stock right now is...
Dolladollabills - $3.00
Okay Slice x4

A customer with...
Brown Hair, Dumb Face, Absurd Brown Shirt, Equally Absurd Pants
Comes into your store. "Hi! What's for sale?"

If you recognize this customer from two previous days, you will learn his name.
If you say the customer's name when they're ordering a cake, you get extra money.

Name: After using a random name generator once, I have decided that I will be "Ville".

Stats:
HP: 17
AP: 21
ATK: 15
MAG: 32
Class: Psychic Baker

Starting weapon: Stick
Astral Sign: Sign of the Firefly

Starting skill:
Psychic Soda™ Blast:
Ville can take out a Psychic Soda™ can from seemingly nowhere, shakes it, and shoots it into an ally's mouth. The Psychic Soda™ heals the target and gives them an AP buff with a chance of a small MAG buff.

Psychic Soda™ Blast can also be used as a weapon with the use of Psychic Soda Coffee™ (That's Somehow Still Soda) by aiming it at an enemy's body, shooting it, and boosting it's velocity using psychic powers. Psychic Soda Coffee™ (That's Somehow Still Soda) has a chance of either knocking people over (AP debuff for the turn), cause stains (gives STAINED status effect, which does nothing), or cause burns (damage over time). Even if it's velocity is boosted by psychic powers, it is still Psychic Soda Coffee™ (That's Somehow Still Soda), so it doesn't do that much damage.

Rather then being able to miss, all Psychic Soda™ has a small chance of being replaced with Psychic Baking Soda™ (the same as its chance to miss), which causes nothing to happen other than cause Psychic Baking Soda™ to spill all over the ground.

We're in Creatopolis. Why did I name it like that, not sure. Unless we're talking about Incognites. But Creatopolis is better.

"Good morning mister, we have okay slices!" Man said.

I think "Townplaceland" is a better name but ok.

"Oh cool, how much do those cost?" It occurs to the group that they haven't put a price on their pastries yet. How ridiculous.
However, the store sells Cake Mix for $3.00 each, and you can bake 2 slices per mix.

Ville the Psychic Baker has joined the team.

Ville quietly suggests to the group that the price be set at $2.50.

He then writes down the customer's features in his handy dandy notebook.

The customer heard Ville talking, and magically pays for the cake slice.
$5.50, OkaySlice(3)
"Thank you!"

Another customer comes into the store. He has...
Black hair, square glasses, Dark Grey parka, and black shorts
Additionally, he appears to be eating some cracker-stick with three fourths of it chocolate covered. "Heya, I think I'll have... 2 slices of... Cake I guess?"

By the way, there's a helipad on top of the shop for Deep's civilian helicopter. Deep's pet sludge is probably stuffed in his pocket or something.

D. is sitting at a reception desk where a telephone is placed, playing games on his own cell phone while awaiting the ringings of a delivery order. He looks awkwardly out of place, wearing a flight helmet and combat gear while still inside the shop. But that is because he always has to be ready, as orders can come at a moment's notice!

It's not like he ever takes off his helmet, anyways.

Ville writes down the last person's order along with this guy's appearance and order in his handy dandy notebook before selling the guy some cake.

"Thanks."
$10.50, CakeSlice

*ring ring ring!* The telephone near Deep starts ringing.
A book falls on Markelu's head.

No customers are here right at this moment.

Vulture's head twitches towards the ringing phone in anticipation. With eagerness, the pilot kicks the ankles he was resting atop the desk to spin the chair he is sitting on, returning his legs to floor, pocketing his cell phone, and picking up the telephone in one efficient motion.
"Hello, this is the Pancupcake Signature® bakery delivery service, home to all the cupcakes... because that is our name!" D. chimes into the phone in a dorky manner. "How may I take your order?"

Take 1 point down from all my stats to pay my debt.

I read the book.

"Mista Vulture, right?" The caller sounded like some sort of gang thug wearing a fedora. "This is Mikey of Pancupcake's leadership. We've just been informed of your arrival in this generic town and we're thinking of sending you some supplies to help ya get started."

If you say No Thanks to the supplies, an event will happen later.

Markelu now has...
HP 21
AP 15
ATK 28
MAG 21
He reads the book. The pages are all blank, and there are exactly 400 pages in the book.

D.'s face blanks in disappointment.
"Yes sir, this is Deep Vulture reporting," he say in an authoritative yet boring monotone. "We are indeed successful in starting up a franchise in this generic town. Business has been going smooth so far, no conflicts have arisen yet."

"...You may send those supplies in our direction," D. accepts with slight reluctance.

D. then tries to remember just who Mikey was.

Day Complete!
The Pancupcake Administration has sent you a care package or whatever the heck you skrubs call em.
It contains 2 Bags of Cake Mix and a 12-Candlebox.

Everyone gained 1 Something Point. I will record all your stats sometime when I feel like it.
Select a perk!
Not Permanent Perk No.1 - Gain 10 dollars.
Meh Permanent Perk No.1 - Gain a parrot.

(Parrot)

Ville inspects the candlebox before going off to bake some cake.

Here is your Status.
The shop isn't open today.

Ville inspects the candlebox. It has multicolored swirly candles.

Inventory
Money - $10.50
Cake Mix
Okay Slice x4
12-Candlebox

A parrot flies into the store as soon as Deep opens the door to the store. "Raaaawk! Bretty Pird!"

"Hey look, a parrot!"

D. then stares at the parrot.

"Rawk! A parrot."

D. continues to stare at the parrot for a few minutes, until a voice at the back of his mind tells him to stop staring at it.
"...Huh? ...Recruit?" the pilot mutters out loud.

Vulture reaches into one of the pouches adorning his harness and pulls out an orange he was saving for a snack. After peeling the skin, he offers a slice to the to parrot.

"Pretty bird!" The parrot snatches the slice with it's beak and scarfs the whole thing down.

A customer comes to the store.
He has Black hair, square glasses, dark grey parka, and black shorts.
"Hey, do you have anything other than plain slices?"

"I wonder if that parrot is referring to me when it says "pretty bird," considering my codename," D. muses in his thoughts.

"Ya' know, I've taken a liking to you!" D. tells the parrot. "I'm going to give you a name. How 'bout I call you, uh... "Recruit!" Yeah, Recruit!"

"You have some really uninspired naming conventions," chides the voice at the back of the pilot's mind.
"Shut it, Chopper," D. harps back at his friend from the beyond.
~~~~~
"I'm sorry, but you have us mistaken," D. responds (almost condescendingly) to the customer. "We don't sell any plain slices here. All that we do sell are okay slices. At the moment, at least."

"Well, what do you suggest we sell?" Vulture asks the customer.

((I am probably going to stop responding as frequently. I hate how it seems like I am the only one playing this game.))

I place the book in my inventory to use as a notebook.

i don't have anything else to do please don't kill me

"I guess i'll have an okay slice, then." the customer says.

The parrot flies over to Markelu and stands on his head. "Rawk! Rock!"

A guy wearing a white shirt and a tie(and pants too) comes into the store. "Hey, does this shop sell birthday cakes?"

Stop the guy before he goes and ask if he's the guy from yesterday.

"Yeah, I was here yesterday." The guy bought a cake slice and left.
You now have $13.00 and 3 Okay Slices.

"Heyhey," the other kid says. "You sell birthday cakes?"

D. appears idle as he listens in on the whispers echoing inside his skull.
"Oh, so they're just cakes with candles on them," he flatly blurts out loud.

D. takes a candle from the candlebox and shoves it into the frosting of an okay slice, which he then slides in front of the customer on a plate.

"4 bucks," the pilot lazily demands.

Like I did in ACS, I go search the neighborhood to find something useful.

The kid doesn't like it. "Ugh, you suck."

Markelu was walking around when a Really-Rabid Dog jumps out and starts snarling.

"I suck?!" Vulture cries out offended.

"Well, whatever! You go have a shot at it."

The pilot tosses to the kid the cake mix and the box of candles, and points him in the direction of the shop kitchen.