D for the first one

3 sounds a bit more entertaining than the other ones.

>>297
For the sake of time and lack of traffic on our haven, I will take both of your choices!

"Wait!!" You call out to the voice in your head with your own internal monologue...

>BZZZZZZZZ

>"Process halting... soul presence detected, manual override engaged."

"Manual override?" This will be interesting...

>I was never very lucky in life, in love, with money, with family, lets start with that

"I want to be luckier... in everything!"

>'Query... define luck.'

"...um... having good fortune, a lot of good fortune in every situation?" you end your thought to the voice in your head in a query of your own

>'Understood, having fortune, calculating probability matrix of known variables and neutrinos....'

"Neutrinos... that's something scientific..." you think to yourself... must have read that in the news or something, some dream?

>"Input: Probability matrix complete, Query: auto complete vessel depending on soul history?"

"Like my normal body and skills as I had with my part time job.. for example?"

>"Affirmative"

A) Yes
B) No, what else can I do?

>>298
No, we want to be a member of the emperor's angels of death.

>>299

"Any chance I can be an Emperor's Angel of death?"

>"Error: Based archetype soul not compatible with an Angel's."

"Oh... so everything is meant to be literal..."

"Ah what other options can I manipulate?"

>"Approximately ninety percent of memory has been overridden by unique 'good fortune' trait, base body is ready to be built."

"So basically some height, weight, some skills?"

>"Please provide the necessary input as described."

A) Height
B) Weight
C) Hair Color
D) Former Occupancy
E) Hobby
F) Bonus Skill 1
G) Bonus Skill 2

>>300
>A) Height
Space marines are huge, so something big
>B) Weight
Space marines also weigh a ton due to all that muscle and super hardened bone
>C) Hair Color
Black, because why not?
>D) Former Occupancy
Assault marine. The one with the jump pack
>E) Hobby
Whittling. Throwing a curve ball
>F) Bonus Skill 1
Expert driver
G) Bonus Skill 2
Registered CPA

>>301
"I'm gonna live the dream here... for the Emperor!!!"

>6'2"
>220 lb
>Black Hair
>Assault Marine (Cashier at a hobby shop...)
>Whittling (Made figurines for my WH40k)
>Expert Driver (Can parallel park like a boss)
> Registered certified public accountant (some how...)

>"Error data input over 100% limit, shall I automatically truncate?"

"sure..."

>The feeling of cool gel flows over your body again as well as some warmth above the eyes and in your chest

>you begin to breath for the first time, however you pull in fluid, but do not choke, it is cold and soothing

>you open your eyes and it is warm and red, you see and hear voices that are not like the voice you heard before

>"Process complete, added trait, 'high hand eye coordination,' and increased knowledge in mathematics.

STR Med High
DEX Med High
CON High
INT High
WIS Med High
CHA Med High
LUK Immeasurable

>"You may leave"

...

What do you do next?

>>302
Start searching for filthy heretics or tax evaders. Our faith is our shield, our spreadsheets our sword!

>>303
You begin to search for heretics in order to cleanse the filth of the universe for the Emperor. Also known as a way out of this pink goo.

You reach your hand towards the light from before and feel a solid surface.

>"Master, it... it moved"

You hear a barely audible voice coming from the other side

>"Move aside daft girl!" a brighter light and a force hits where your hand once felt the solid wall

You fall onto a solid floor and push the goo out of your lungs for the first time and breath in fresh air, it burns like fire as you throw up and cough up every last bit of the goo.

>"What is it...?"

What do you do?

>>304
Look around. How is the room we are in constructed? Who are the two voices? Are they alone? Is there Sunny D within arm's reach?

>>305

After the violent storm that was the sound coming from your lungs and stomach. You look around the room.

If you didn't know any better, you would say you were in an alchemy lab of a wizards tower, a young girl with suture marks across her body stands aside a larger woman with spectacles and dressed in flowing robes, both covered in the pink goo from head to tow.

>the older one in glasses has long red hair, black glasses and a staff slightly taller than her, the hat covering her head is overshadowing and obscuring half her face
>the wounded sutured looking girl is shaken and taken back, she looks pieced mealed together after falling apart like a rag doll

You think what looks like Sunny D in the corner of your eye, but it appears to be a bright orange potion bottle instead within arms reach with no label.

>>304
Yell very loudly and force our eyes open, scaring the living daylights out of our spectators

>>306
Drink the potion on pure impulse and see what it does.

>>306
"Greeting imperial citizens! Why was I brought here and where am I required?"

>>307
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" You shout at them at the top of your lungs, standing at your massive 6'+ frame, naked covered in goo.

>"A-nother failure...? M-master?"

>"Apparently so Meryll..." says the Wizard as she lifts her staff and begins to cast a spell

You think to yourself "what would a space marine do?"

>>310
He would drink the potion and hope it protects him from whatever spell

>>310
Grab her wrists to stop the spell. She is clearly a psyker and must be shown the Emperor's light! Tell her as much

>>308
>>309

You grab the potion in the middle of your scream, and as you notice the spell... you clear your throat and drink the potion and say

"Greeting imperial citizens! Why was I brought here and where am I required?"

>The orange liquid did clean the taste out of your mouth and had a refreshing taste

>the orange liquid was definitely not sunny d

>She stops casting..."Eh... you were clearing your throat? Wait... what?"

"I said, you called for me, Wizard, the Emperor's finest, what is it you seek with me?!"

>The two stand there speechless

>>313
Reach out and pat the stitched up girl on her head. Bitches love headpats

>>313
Start doing squat thrusts around the room to limber up. Make sure to really loosen up your hips. Make small talk with them while you do so, it's important that the average imperial citizen looks up to the Emperor's finest.

>>314
>>315
if post even i go with 14, if odd 15

You begin to walk forward towards the two women, you again realize you are stark naked, nothing to a space marine (like the game hobbyist you are)

You reach out and pat the head of the nervous looking stitches bitches, she is almost 2' shorter than you as your hand almost dwarfs her head.

"There there citizen!" you say as you look at the wizard in charge again, "Now what is it you sought of me?"

>Fun fact, when you stopped in your approach, your massive space marine Wang's momentum swung into the robes of the wizard, you merely ignored it.

>>317
Look down at your enormous spess marine dick, then look the patchwork girl in the eye and ask her if she's interested.

>>317
We listen to what they have to say I guess?

>>318
I like this better

>>317
endchan stahp cutting off posts!

>She noticed the rather large member slap into her mid section as you approached her assistant "Uh Right..." she began to say cooly as she began to turn around and disrobe and remove her hat, all of which was covered in that pink goo

>"I really do not know how to explain it in simple terms..." at this moment, under your hand Meryll speaks up "um... we were creating a familiar with an artificial soul... but we lost control of the process..."

>>321
Ask them what that goo is

>>318
well since endchan was giving me issues ill adlib a bit more

You notice a bit of a swing while you were patting her head and saw the stitches girl looking down anyway "Interested?" you whisper under your breath...

>she sucks in air as she gasps...

>"I'm not sure what went wrong, but you seem to know more about what is going on than we do about this....error." She clears her throat noticing you whisper something to her assistant, she becomes clearly bothered and begins to walk quickly towards the both of you

>>324
PAT HER HEAD TOO