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+{"text":"This board is for author-driven collaborative storytelling (i.e., \"Quests\"). In a quest there is a single author who controls the plot of the story and who drives the creative process. They can choose to take suggestions from other posters, or not, at their sole discretion. Quests can be text-based, image-based, or a combination of the two. Drawfaggotry is strongly encouraged! To facilitate the author-driven nature of quests, /qst/ differs significantly from other boards in that the OP of a thread is considered the quest's author, and has some basic text formatting abilities: [b]bold[/b], [i]italic[/i], and color tags [red]red[/red], [green]green[/green], and [blue]blue[/blue]. Therefore, only those people willing to put in the effort to be a quest author should post threads. If you do not intend to run a collaborative story, do not post a thread here! This includes meta-threads. Dice rolling follows /tg/'s format (e.g., \"dice+2d6\" without the quotes in the options field rolls 2d6)."}
+{"text":"Current board settings: Anyone can post images. Anyone can use painter. Anyone can use dice & spoilers. Only OP can use text formatting. 3000 character limit. 750 bump limit. Decreased post timer to match /tg/ (30 seconds for text, 60 seconds for an image reply). Automatic permasage after 72 hours. Thread specific user IDs. Max threads per IP is 5. Standard 7 day internal archive."}
+{"text":"The year is 5 AB (After Bloom), and you live in what is now called Biltmore City, a community of survivors settled in the ruins of the historic Biltmore Estate in Western North Carolina. The year was 2009, and the time was 3:31:54 AM EST on Friday, April 10th when The Bloom occurred. In the span of 12 minutes and 49 seconds, the entire Earth experienced a super-rapid forestation of all terrestrial surfaces. Trees erupted from the ground and into full maturity, regardless of any manmade materials present - asphalt roads were obliterated, buildings were toppled, and underground structures were perforated with roots. All human infrastructure was rendered essentially inoperable and unsalvageable due to the density and ubiquity of the trees. Some areas burst instead into fields of exotic flowers, and buildings or vehicles therein were merely engulfed by vines, instead. In many other places freshwater springs surfaced inexplicably, generating ponds, creeks, or even rivers. The biodiversity of this perpetual forest defies common logic. Banyans, alders, acacias, eucalyptus, olives, and towering sequoias can all be found inside of the same ten acres, regardless of geographic location, sometimes twice or three times their 'natural' size. Animal life appeared in much the same manner, out from behind trees or from warrens revealed by new roots, equally diverse and at home in all locales. Lions now prowl the slopes of what were the Rocky mountains and pythons hang from the branches of magnolia trees in the now forested Siberian steppe. The most devastating element of The Bloom, however, was what it did to the human population. Cont'd"}
+{"text":"Rolled 2 (1d2) Community = 1 Something Strange = 2"}
+{"text":"Also, while I'm writing today, you guys ought to make some suggestions for who should be depicting Roy Harris and Magdalene Pickett. I was thinking maybe Tom Phelphrey or Wilson Bethel for Roy? Lakeith Stanfield maybe? And for Magda I'm just not very sure. Was considering Mackenzie Davis, specifically from her role in that terminator film where she has short hair. This is a callback to my days of playing/running MUSH/MUX games, where it's common practice to use IRL actors or people to represent characters for the wiki. So! Fancast away, guys, I might put it up to a vote if you guys get contentious about it but I will probably just pick whichever one feels the most right to me for who they are - a charismatic, fast-talking nut job, and a highly lethal, reserved (and sometimes short-fused) badass respectively."}
+{"text":"Also also this fucking rules dude, post links, or I will later when I have the time to find this shit, sounds baller as hell."}
+{"text":"Maybe Paul Rudd for Roy? Specifically from that one film where he looked the right kind of unkempt for a guy that lives in a post-apocalyptic forest? Idunno, I gotta run some errands, should have an update tonight."}
+{"text":"Here's Magda"}
+{"text":"Suuri stopped in front of the mirror of their office. They stared at it, noticing a few imperfections that were not here before, shades of purple, red and gray barely visible beyond the void they took great care to coat themselves with. Mortals care a great deal about appearances, both for social and cultural reasons, and in a way, spirits were no different, even if many would argue against it. Spirits will carelessly copy fauna and flora features, not as a way to fit in but as a way to cement their existence. A bird would be in the sky, a worm in the earth, a fish in the sea, by taking these shapes, the universe is most likely to recognize their existence as 'correct'. Suuri dispels the black mist around their face to reveal what's underneath. A head not too unlike a rabbit, stitched up eyes, long ears that form a toothless crocodile maw, bleeding what seems to be grey mucus. These shapes used to be more coherent, once, Suuri used to look like something. Something simple, something that wasn't a horrible amalgamation of the many spirits they killed to reach their goal. ... Suuri failed, they were very much aware of that. Perhaps one day, they could try again, under other circumstances, but their enemy was prepared now, they were expecting it, and they knew no one would be willing to take their side. Could the war be an opportunity? Times are changing in more ways than one, but would that be enough to turn the tides? Suuri missed the days where its purpose was already fulfilled. When entropy progressed as it should, but now... Now all that could be felt was M's attempt to keep the world spinning forevermore. --- Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"I don't. I just hope the hits Atlas takes won't cripple him for life or at least impede his biolab dungeon dive"}
+{"text":"I'm tempted to erect a wall this turn since they're just gonna rush us, but on the other hand this will also give time for the master to recompose himself and think of a strategy to deal with us. fuck it, let's reposition +1"}
+{"text":"Yeah ok fuck it +1, trust the shotgun"}
+{"text":"The bodyguard needs to make a complete defensive wall surrounding us to give us time to recover. (Wastes a turn, lets the assassin reload and reapply buffs as needed) This is, ultimately, a summer job. I'm not sure we should risk life, limb, or magic ability for it any more than necessary,e specially with what we promised Table."}
+{"text":"With how Atlas values magic so much, this antimagic bullshit is too important and dangerous to let pass"}
+{"text":"You began walking towards the mountain, following the faint instinct growing within you. You lowered your mental defenses slightly, just to test it. The pull grew stronger. Much stronger. But it was never enough to overwhelm you. It felt like hunger, like knowing there was a delicious meal waiting while you were starving. You were compelled, but still in control. You wouldn’t push your luck. You’d rise up your mental defenses, not giving in. The same quadrupedal Grimm nudged you from behind, headbutting you lightly. He was urging you forward. He wanted you to go up there. Curious. These creatures worked together. Pack animals, even when their forms differed wildly. They attacked together. They delighted in it. They loved the hunt. Hunt. Hunting. Huntress. You were a Huntress. What was that, exactly? You hunted things. What things? You hunted them. You hunted Grimm. So, you killed these creatures for… sport? No. That felt wrong. Too cruel. You were not like that. Not anymore. Time to reorder the pieces. You were a Huntress. You lived in Mistral. You hunted Grimm. Dizziness washed over you. Assembling this much knowledge felt like opening a floodgate. A city. A crime-ridden city. An academy. Friends. Fights. Monsters. A laboratory. A screech. The river. It was too much. Too fragmented to make sense of all at once. You steadied yourself. And then something else happened. The sand beneath your feet had turned dark and ashen. Hard instead of soft. Brittle. Something surged within you. Something you caused. What was it? You refocused on your memories, this time remaining alert to what happened around you. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"The impulse was not difficult to suppress, but it was distracting. You pushed it aside, compartmentalizing it. You still had free will, and you were certain that with training it would become easier to resist whatever animalistic instinct this was. But for now, it interfered too much with you intentions to recall things about your past. You were a Huntress from Mistral. You had Aura. You hunted Grimm. Grimm were creatures drawn to negative emotions and driven to attack people. Everything aligned. The picture was incomplete, yes, but it was a solid starting point. You would learn more. About this place. About this world. About yourself. …You still did not remember your name. Damn it. As beautiful as the rising sun was, as pleasant as its warmth felt on your skin, both on the untainted flesh and on your blackened arm and shoulder, you knew you could not delay any longer. You had been unconscious for who knew how long. And those impulses urging you north? You could resist them. But maybe it would be wiser not to. Follow the impulses. Follow the Grimm horde. Something beckoned them, and it beckoned you. Whatever they were seeking, you could seek as well. Anything that might reveal more about where you were and who you were. Resist the impulse. Giving in would only empower whatever was trying to command you. There was no rush. This… ‘Aura’ thing felt good. Perhaps you could practice with it while the beach was emptier. Test it further. The girl on the rock. She was still asleep. Why had the Grimm ignored her? Was she even alive? Maybe you were wrong about her. Maybe she was dead already, and Grimm did not attack the dead. Approach her and find out."}
+{"text":"The girl on the rock. She was still asleep. Why had the Grimm ignored her? Was she even alive? Maybe you were wrong about her. Maybe she was dead already, and Grimm did not attack the dead. Approach her and find out."}
+{"text":"The girl on the rock. She was still asleep. Why had the Grimm ignored her? Was she even alive? Maybe you were wrong about her. Maybe she was dead already, and Grimm did not attack the dead. Approach her and find out."}
+{"text":"The girl on the rock. She was still asleep. Why had the Grimm ignored her? Was she even alive? Maybe you were wrong about her. Maybe she was dead already, and Grimm did not attack the dead. Approach her and find out."}
+{"text":"pineapple on pizza aaaand there she goes as a possible option...shame, she was cute. anyways, that went as i expected it to go, not much left to do other than go back and deliver the pizza and information we got"}
+{"text":"She's cute, but we have enough of a borderline harem situation going on as-is, without bringing in a human who can't even hang out on jobs or at base. Better eat fast, then! Thank her and get back to the others."}
+{"text":"\"Canadian Bacon and pineapple is one of my favs.\" She has good taste"}
+{"text":"She's cute, but we have enough of a borderline harem situation going on as-is Good one, made me chuckle"}
+{"text":"\"Also no outside food or drinks on the tour.\" Wait, does that mean the tour offers food and drinks? Also, why is the bathroom off limits? Moaning underage \"Keyhole Kate\" toilet ghost?"}
+{"text":"The Caretaker Quest - Part 9 This is part 9 of the \"side quest\" for \"Disappearing Hogwarts\". An unofficial alternate timeline based on HeadQM´s highly praised quest, Disappearing Hogwarts. Reading the original story is not exactly necessary but heavily encouraged since this quest will contain references to it. Created mostly as a place to wait while HeadQM was away for a while but slowly evolved into his own thing. Quick recap so far: Recently graduated Ravenclaw student is hired at Hogwarts as the new Caretaker. Merlin somehow ended up inside your head. Harry Potter´s daughter died, letting Salazar Slythering (previously stuck inside her head) free to continue his quest to control The Beast, an all powerful ancient creature accidentally created by Merlin. You obtained a piece of The Beast Salazar has now escaped his child body prison. The Beast is now trying to escape under any circumstance Both you and Salazar are going through Merlin's trials in order to reach the most powerful source of magic available Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"if you could please roll, that would help a lot, thanks"}
+{"text":"Rolled 27, 79 + 15 = 121 (2d100 + 15) Stand your ground and fight."}
+{"text":"Rolled 3 (1d100) Highest 1st roll: 67+15=82 Highest 2nd roll: 79 well, looks like you managed to beat the 2nd roll, lets see if you can beat the 1st one, good luck"}
+{"text":"almost a critical fail holy shit, you guys just keep winning somehow..."}
+{"text":"i thought we were going to lose hard on that one before HeadQM showed up lmao"}
+{"text":"It was eerily quiet and dark in the hallways of the facility, the usual noise of people wandering about and announcements being made no longer filling the halls. Jabal awoke in this eerie silence, feeling cold all over his body. He slowly opened his eyes, groaning as he pushed himself up from the metal floor he found himself on. The last thing he recalled, he was running away from Titania's chamber after finding that Titania was not there. He had hoped to get to his and Catherine's office, but something must have happened which caused a massive blast which knocked him unconscious. After getting to his knees, he felt quite some pain throughout his body, finding rubble and shards of glass having scattered around him, as he saw that he had plenty of cuts and minor injuries. He looked around, before noticing Catherine on the floor a short distance behind him. \"Catherine...\" Jabal gasped in horror, before rushing over to her. He felt quite some sharp pain throughout his legs and chest, yet he ignored them to get to his wife. He started to breathe heavily as he carefully flipped Catherine around, noticing she was quite bloodied and injured as well. \"No no no no... No, don't... don't let this happen... No...\" He mumbled in terror, ripping apart her labcoat and soon looking over her body for injuries. Most of the cuts and scrapes were minor, but he was extremely concerned by the fact she wasn't waking up for god knows what reason. He'd look in his pockets for anything he had on him which could help, before looking around for any kind of supply closet or small medical room. Though, it seemed there was not much of anything around him right now. Fortunately, as he panicked, he heard a soft groan from Catherine. He started to smile as Catherine opened her eyes and looked right at him. \"J... Jabal?\" She said quietly, Jabal nodding and letting out some tears. \"Y-Yes, my love... Are you hurt?\" He still was quite concerned, clearly fearing her being seriously injured. Catherine smiled reassuringly. \"A little bit... But, I'm fine...\" Jabal would carefully lift Catherine up before tightly hugging her. \"Thank god... thank god...\" Jabal mumbled softly, Catherine hugging him back softly. \"Are... are you okay? You look pretty roughed up as well. What... what even happened?\" Catherine mumbled, the two continuing to hug. \"I'm fine. I just... stumbled a little bit.\" Jabal quietly responded, Catherine letting out an almost silent scoff. \"Heh... So, what actually happened? I remember... running to our office, and then there was a loud bang and...\" Catherine went silent, clearly not remembering much else. Jabal finally let go of their hug, looking around a bit and slowly getting up. \"Hngh, I'm not sure what happened either.\" Looking around, Jabal would feel a gentle breeze coming from the direction leading to Titania's chamber, making him take a step back. \"I think... that things have gone terribly, terribly wrong.\""}
+{"text":"Duh, I'm being the rarted one now. Yes, that's the takeaway I took and while it doesn't say she was part of his harem, it's largely an excuse to bring up the topic with her really."}
+{"text":"I was told you guys were bad Who told her that? they weren't able to lift me Smaller than a toddler, but too heavy for a group of athletic men to lift? How much does she weigh? How dense is she? Was it ever measured? Gonna assume those wings on her back are just for show. Whilst Sibilia may be made of metal, there was no way she actually is THIS dense. Clearly, this had to be an act or of some kind to trick you. So, tell her to stop playing the fool and answer honestly. I could see her being mixed up like this for a bit, but after this long? After a death squad encounter where they tried to kill her and she could observe their reactions and hear what they said? She clearly understands language, she's trying to play us. Ask the above questions before we confront her though. As noted in  her file didn't mention rock bottom intellect. She might be so prideful that she believes this act is good enough to fool us. Maybe if she insists on playing dumb take out the plasma railgun, tell her it's a really powerful massager and to hold still."}
+{"text":"Why do we keep finding the special ed cases? I thought lobotomies were out of fashion but I guess Elbrus pulled a Roraima before everything went to shit or she's just completely delusional and constantly telling herself everything is fine when it's really not. Supporting. May as well make it easy for us. She was listed as easily manipulated as another anon beat me to the punch on, but this is an okay point. It could also just be she got hit by heavy weaponry once and realized it wasn't good for her. As for finding the blood, she could have just been told by someone and blundered her way here. In fact, I think it adds credence to her being less than an A+ student because she's here now weeks after when the blood should start going bad, refrigerated or not. If she was smart she'd have been here earlier. This is also assuming she intended to end up here given she was listed as nearby this place already anyway. For all we know she got here by luck. Lastly, her file had an addendum and was stated as having been old, worn down, and buried under tons of files. So we have no clue how long she's been stuck in solitary. Though, given she was locked away, when did Lono last talk to her? How long has it been? Was she let out at some point after god knows how long? Supporting the questions here but not the confrontation. Even if I'm wrong and she doesn't make Reika look like Einstein by comparison I think it's a futile effort if she really is that dumb and a futile effort if it's all an act because she'd stop on her own by this point if it was one I think. I'd be worried about some sort of new Elbrus ability to screw us if it wasn't for the fact her height was described to be just about where she is now which implies she really was locked up with the key thrown away. As funny as it would be to threaten her with a rail gun I don't think that's a wise idea. I don't think the other subjects with us would approve. It also depends on what the soldiers around her did. If they never outright said they were trying to kill her and she just came to her own conclusions as to what they were there for, they could have just rolled with it. Providing anyone other than the group she ran from actually talked to her in any meaningful way other than gurgles from dying to what I assume is Grise... Or just getting both the mind and literal meaning of fucked. Plus, it could just be delusion or mental degradation induced by extensive time in solitary confinement, which is a warcrime past 15 days, and knowing Elbrus and the knowledge the file on her is old, I think it's safe to say that it's been a bit longer than that."}
+{"text":"Bro just read her dialogue. She's way too eloquent to be as low IQ as she's pretending to be. For god's sake, she literally calls us a death squad instead of a massage squad or whatever she's pretending to think of us as. If they never outright said they were trying to kill her and she just came to her own conclusions as to what they were there for, they could have just rolled with it. Providing anyone other than the group she ran from actually talked to her in any meaningful way other than gurgles from dying to what I assume is Grise ??? She mentioned she was surrounded by a squad who unloaded all their weapons on her for \"a while\", then tried and failed to carry her away, then half left to presumably get their own plasma railgun, then one of the ones that remained to watch her was mean so she bounced. That's an extended period of interaction with no Grise in sight. Sure, it's possible they were carefully watching their words the whole time, and they're one of the rare death squads who try to kill subjects immediately and also don't make some variation of \"I'm gonna torture you to death!\" the first 1-5 things they say, and that she just so happened to have a mental break in solitary that had a curiously specific intelligence lowering effect. Could you really say it's more likely than her faking it?"}
+{"text":"You laid on the cold floor, eyes heavy and limbs numb. On your left, the sun had begun to set… Probably the last one you’ll witness. Second by second, life slowly drained from your body. You weren’t a hero or a savior, but you’d like to think you gave more good to the world than evil. With that final thought, you closed your eyes one last time. “O brave soul…” Or not. You stood on a clear floor that reflected you, in an empty space that stretched as far as you could see. The clouds were no longer grey, but fluffy and white in a sea of blue sky. A woman stood, no, an angel… “I beseech you to save my people. I am Lumina, the goddess of my people. What should have been your eternal rest, I have taken your soul in order to save my world.” Her wings fluttered as the golden light around her head glowed. Everything passed by so fast it was difficult to catch up. You didn’ t think of yourself as a hero either. You were a survivor. [Choose character] Character 1 Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Travel to the adventurer's guild"}
+{"text":"Sorry guys no update today"}
+{"text":"no worries"}
+{"text":"While you weren’t an adventurer, you were informed by Starr that they’d allow you to join their guild. Hero or not, rules applied to everyone. So, your journey began. The king gave you essential supplies along with an allowance. You prepared your departure with Starr at an empty stable far from the main castle where few people visited. “No heroic sendoff?” Starr said. You shrugged. “It sounds nice but I’d be telling the enemy I’m moving. Besides, I have a den-den to communicate if something happens.” You pocketed the intricately carved blue and pink crystal. Starr nodded. “A wise choice. I must say you’re not the kind of hero I expected.” “You expected a shining youth with a bold red cape?” Starr chuckled. You opted for a simple medium armor: A chainmail, above that an armor called lamellar, conical helmet with aventail, and a medium shield. Back on earth, you wore light kevlar and thick layers for optimum defense and mobility. You’ve seen too many people layering themselves to protect against bites that they forgot they needed to run faster than the monsters. You tested the joints of your armor and moved around. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"A musket axe I'm no weapons expert, is this a gun with an axe head attached? Rather just have a normal musket."}
+{"text":"“Plural gifts are hardly unheard of, though it’s more common that a single bloodline might have several potencies. But several children in the same family would be quite remarkable.” You put the book down as you let the thought roll around in your head. “And you’re *quite* certain they’re direwolves?” “I said so, right? Plain as day to a druid.” “That means that there are, in fact, monsters here in the North, where there apparently haven’t been in living memory.” Eva’s contented eyes snap open. “That’s- oh.” “Nor has anyone in this part of the world seen or even heard of spellcraft or other talents for centuries at least.” “Uh…” Eva sits up, chewing her lip. “That’s… not good, is it.” “Neither good nor bad, yet. But we’ll want to keep a very close eye on things over the next few weeks.” Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"“More than now. I’ve even heard respected generals in Corellia say that martial training hardly matters against shot and shell - which is true, right up until you have to fight someone strong enough to ignore them, and your whole formation crumbles like paper. I’m sure you’ve faced that before.” “… On occasion, I’ll admit.” “It’s worse here. The old man, what’s his name? Rodricus?” “Ser Rodrick Cassel,” you supply. “Well, Cassel is the only warrior of the fourth form in the castle. I don’t think anyone else even breaks third.” That surprises even you. Warrior forms are roughly equivalent in an abstract sense to a caster’s ranks, so fifth-form is the equivalent of a caster of the third sphere. Except that anyone with arms can wield a blade or spear or bow, and practice with them until their arms break; any professional infantrymen would have to at least reach the third form, and most major armies of the world had a core of fifth-form fighters to draw on and could reliably identify talent in recruits. Guardsmen of a high noble would not have army discipline, but their skill at arms should at least be comparable. But the captain of the garrison didn’t break fourth? And without casters or even proper talents, they relied wholly on force of arms… “It’s not like they’re fighting many monsters here,” Lukas says. “I’m not surprised.” Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Potential tasks to consider: 1) Learning Westerosi (investing as many spells as possible into Tongues and Comprehend languages will enable basic conversationality for the whole party by the time King Robert arrives, freeing up many spells later) 2) Jumping into experimentation on the nature of this plane, and the construction of a field laboratory using whatever’s on hand 3) Working on building a trade network to acquire reagents, parts, and a proper laboratory but delaying experiments until it’s finished 4) Investing all your spare power into creating a proper wizard’s tower (using contingencies and bound summons, traps, Explosive Runes, anti-scrying defences, et c.) 5) Jumping into trying to scry on known Nightrunners - they could be here and up to something 6) Analysing local supernatural phenomena like the spells under Winterfell 7) Physically exploring the North beyond Winterfell 8) Write-in tasks. You will do most of these things a little bit, but can reasonably prioritise no more than two. (Write-ins can be more numerous if they're minor specific tasks rather than larger projects.)"}
+{"text":"1) Learning Westerosi (investing as many spells as possible into Tongues and Comprehend languages will enable basic conversationality for the whole party by the time King Robert arrives, freeing up many spells later) 6) Analysing local supernatural phenomena like the spells under Winterfell"}
+{"text":"Well, not a lot of movement, so 1 and 6 it is. Writing."}
+{"text":"Let's begin with our Sparring Match, it will help inform my thinking."}
+{"text":"Let's begin with our Sparring Match, it will help inform my thinking."}
+{"text":"Let's begin with our Sparring Match, it will help inform my thinking. Some wisdom and guidance from one one-eyed man to another"}
+{"text":"Let's begin with our Sparring Match, it will help inform my thinking. I don't want to incriminate our sensei here any more than our crush, though I bet he'd be willing. A man doesn't get injured this much because he bows out of battles."}
+{"text":"Let's begin with our Sparring Match, it will help inform my thinking."}
+{"text":"you play as Argia Candente, the silver-haired Hand of Ansàrra. After proving your worth in your darkest hour, your Goddess has blessed you with many gifts. But the door to the Night opens, and the final hour looms… # # # # # # Welcome to the eight thread of Argia Candente’s thrilling adventures! Our scatterbrained, silver-haired (sporting a newly-found F-cup, by Ansàrra’s grace) Holy Knight (fully-fledged now!) with a penchant for daydreaming and less plagued by self-doubt after Ansàrra’s own blessings, on a quest to save the world from the resurgent Seven Sisters and their demonic rule.. For tomorrow dawns in darkness, and you may have to bear the light of Her sun upon your very shoulders… So, without further ado, let’s take a look at where we come from. And then let’s decide together where we are going."}
+{"text":"You are mostly worried about ways to save Willow herself. The real battle will inside her heart and for her heart. Has there ever been someone who came into the light of Ansàrra after abandoning it?"}
+{"text":"You are mostly worried about ways to save Willow herself. The real battle will inside her heart and for her heart. Has there ever been someone who came into the light of Ansàrra after abandoning it? We did see Rosandra proselytizing to the Throneland's villagers after healing them two threads ago, Rosandra must have some experience in dealing with heathens's countless fears and doubts over Ansàrra's intentions by using more than just the threat of overwhelming violence. Your skill with your sword has greatly increased! You gain +2 for passing Rosandra’s challenge, and a further +1 for doing so with a flair (total: +3, see updated character sheet) Sweet, even sweeter to see that number in the character sheet qm (and all it took was Argia dying countless times until she memorized Rosandra's moveset like a true Bloodborne player), makes me tempted to train again just to see if Argia can get a bigger drop of blood from Rosandra, but frens come first"}
+{"text":"You are mostly worried about ways to save Willow herself. The real battle will inside her heart and for her heart. Has there ever been someone who came into the light of Ansàrra after abandoning it?"}
+{"text":"You are mostly worried about ways to save Willow herself. The real battle will inside her heart and for her heart. Has there ever been someone who came into the light of Ansàrra after abandoning it?"}
+{"text":"Has she ever faced one of the Seven? Any specific suggestions? Besides what you already know… Rosandra is terrifying and especially eager to torture apostates. I really don't think she's the one to ask about Willow's immortal soul, or prospects of living to again see the Sunbirther's mercy and set foot on Her Holy Land's soft soil. She'll just be like \"lol, no, stick her on a spike and parade her around as a warning to those who haven't strayed already.\""}
+{"text":"A soft quiet hangs over the forest as you run through the underbrush. Compared to the lobby, it felt like a heavy blanket was draped over the arena and muffled everything outside. You do your best to not break the silence with your movement as you hurry through the forest. Spawns in an arena match are static but there were a few different locations where one could be spawned in. The limited amount of spawn points meant that anyone could narrow down the location of their opponent by heading over to them and seeing if they were there. That was, of course, assuming that their opponent hadn't moved in the interim. With how defenseless you were right now, you were sure that one or two direct hits from a simple spell would be disastrous. Not to mention her aim was far better than any newbie you ever saw. It would be best not to underestimate her, especially now that she had practice. You slide behind a fallen log and go prone. You strain your ears for any sound of your opponent but the silence persists. You needed to formulate a strategy. The set up of your fight was quite simple, each of you had 3 healing potions and 3 mana potions. Not too egregious but enough to give each other a pick me up in case of a bad hit. You're not sure how well you'd be able to utilize the mana potions at the moment but the healing potions could come in handy in a pinch. You also had your ability to cheat death once per real world day. It was an ability that Serena didn't know about and you weren't really sure you wanted to use for a simple spar. Lifting up your coat, you make sure that your canister of fuel on your hip was locked in and ready to use. A quick adjustment of the wrist and the nozzle for your igniter, a miniaturized flamethrower, pops up and ready to use. You only had about 5 shots with a single can unless you decided to empty it completely for a large wall of fire. Finally, you reach down and pop off the small buckle on your belt. You flick the small lid off of the fake lighter and see the tiny grapple hook pop out, ready to fire and zip you towards your target or pull something towards you if it was light enough. These were just two of the gadgets you had built in what you hoped would be a small arsenal of tricks you could use. Even so, you weren't sure how well they could carry you now that you were playing a class without features."}
+{"text":"Fight Serena in close quarters but pull your punches. Teach her how to use her staff as a weapon not just a magic focus. Show her how to block and defend with it."}
+{"text":"Fight Serena in close quarters but pull your punches. Teach her how to use her staff as a weapon not just a magic focus. Show her how to block and defend with it."}
+{"text":"Fight in close quarters."}
+{"text":"Use your igniter and blast her with fire. Hammer in the point that a class someone plays doesn't fully dictate what they can do. expect the unexpected"}
+{"text":"Use your igniter and blast her with fire. Hammer in the point that a class someone plays doesn't fully dictate what they can do."}
+{"text":"\"To Truth and Justice!\" The toast, accompanied by sound of glass striking against glass, has been echoed by a diverse array of voices. You were not paying much mind to your own, but you've gotten quite appreciative of those of your crew: The calm barytone of Tufferson Kris, your krogan friend and colleague. The enthusiastic lilt veiled by synthetic buzz of envirosuit electronics belonging to Lea'Fari, a quarian pilgrim. Deceptively natural voice that Eve, your synthetic comrade, had chosen as her default one. And then there was a chorus of voices that you were only recently beginning to familiarize yourself with: those of the O'Riley family and their closest friends, with whom you were currently sharing a celebration in a homely little tavern at the edge of the freshly cleared green zone of the gradually reconstructed city of Klondike. \"...and to memory of those, whose souls may now rest free.\" One of those voices, an older, more subdued, continued, sobering the mood of the gathering somewhat as the cheer gave way to a moment of reverent silence. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Eve recounts her encounter with Jill, as well as her ingress into Johnson's suite. \"And they simply let you through?\" You raise your eyebrow. Eve responds by adopting a pose you haven't seen her take and give you an intense look with naturally coloured eyes that sends shivers down your spine. \"I can be very persuasive.\" She says with a smirk. Lea blinks. You close your mouth. \"I believe you. Alright, what happened next? Wait, that was around that time when Robert and I were picketing in front of the compound, right?\" \"That's correct. Your disturbance gave me enough of a window of opportunity to be able to investigate the suite and secure the evidence.\" \"The primary objective.\" You nodded. \"Along with...\" You bring up your own omnitool with the brief report Eve had sent you and as you scan the list of various clues she came across, one in particular clicks into place. That was the one that was nagging you from the back of your mind. \"Cerberus.\" You mouth the word without vocalizing. Eve picks up regardless. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"\"I went and stopped by the camp again and ran another scan on the leftover gear. All top of the shelf stuff, not something a camper would leave behind, and not quite easy to source. That speaks to me of a very particular organization.\" Kris leans in. \"I've seen some of the similar stuff around Shroud facility, back in the day.\" Shroud. The terraforming spire that used to mitigate Krogan homeworld's war-ravaged environment. An artificial miracle with very mixed history of charity, atrocity and salvation. \"You can't mean...\" \"Obviously I don't have solid proof. But I think we've come across an STG operation.\" \"Would Salarians really get that involved with human politics? Or were they after Cerberus?\" Lea asks incredulously. \"It's not just human politics, the elections that are taking place will in one way or another shape policy of entire galactic community, given how concentrated it is right now.\" Eve predicts. \"However, the other option is also possible. Didn't miss Libella mention collaboration with STG in her mission at some point?\" \"Yes… I think so.\" You nod slowly, jogging your memory. \"Perhaps we can mention it to her.\" \"Perhaps they were the third party that may have interfered with the dead drop you found mentioned.\" You venture a guess as your focus slides back towards Eve's infiltration mission. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Well, this was hardly the time to bother with such trivialities. Which begged the question - what was this the time for? This was a good time to call Libella before you embarked on the priority mission, especially if her duty kept her planetside. Perhaps you could do just that. This was a good time to turn in and get some solid rest before embarking on Hackett's mission. Who knows what awaits you up there, and when would be the next chance to rest? This was a good time to spend some time with your friends. Relax and enjoy the ambience. It will be back into action tomorrow. (topics to chat about encouraged as write-ins) other (write-in) Thank you, friends. Worry not, I don't believe in curses."}
+{"text":"This was a good time to call Libella before you embarked on the priority mission, especially if her duty kept her planetside. Perhaps you could do just that. You may not believe but it has claimed many a QM."}
+{"text":"This was a good time to call Libella before you embarked on the priority mission, especially if her duty kept her planetside. Perhaps you could do just that."}
+{"text":"Turning both towards the arriving Mu La Flaga, Allan scoffs at the Ace as Kira gives a curt nod. \"I appreciate you helping out with Maintenance with Chief Mechanic Murdoch out of Comission, Kid.\" Kira could only wince once again at the Mechanic he could only barely save back at Heliopolis, currently in a sedated recovery state after profound oxygen deprivation damages \"But you should know command gave YOU the machine, Not Allan.\" For their part the former test pilot just groaned as Mu reminded him of the reality of feeling powerless against the ZAFT assault \"Don't you feel like a bastard sending him off to fight the battles we should be having?\" Kira remained quiet as the Ace vouched for them... Obly for Mu to nod \"Says you, My Zero's operational and from the sounds you've been making while I've been doing hands-on maintenance. You can't pilot the Strike as anything other than a coffin\" Allam scoffed once again, deciding to take their leave from the hangar bay as Kira tried their hardest to resolve the Software issues the pilot assist has. His mind still clouded with guilt as he looks over their shoulder, mechanics bay overburderned as Captain Ramius oversaw upon them wearing the jumpsuit they had donned upon Heliopolis. \"I understand the apprehension, the situation's far from Peachy. But consider this, Kid.\" Mu motioned as he laid a hand over the young man's shoulder \"You're the only person who can pilot the Strike, and for now, You and I are the only ones who can defend the Archangel for however long it'll take us to reach Artemis. Maybe it's not what you'd like... But it is what only you can do\" Mu patted them before shuffling off from the Hangar bay as he made their way to the bridge, Leaving Kira once again with his thoughts. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Your strategy meeting with the Le Creuset Squad over the FLUGG's role goes... Strangely aggresively. \"Yeah, I agree with Dearka, If you're carrying that firepower, why don't you just fire it at the damn legged ship and get it all over with?\" Yzak accented away into the main counterargument for the plan. \"Are you sure you're going to be safe? One stray beam shot from either us or the Strike and it could all backfire terribly.\" Nicol argued away for the inherent danger that strapping the set of rockets over-exposed from the hull could be. \"I'll take my chances, the Pilot probably still has the colony falling apart fresh on their memory, I'm sure he'll prioritize me once I give chase\" Noticing a nervous fidget from Athrun, you stare at him as he seems to realize. Steeling his gaze yet noticeably looking strained as you decide giving it no mind. \"But really? Are we just getting the Strike out and capturing it? Rusty's blood is on it! He could have-\" Dearka commented, one final objection suddenly getting to Athrun's nerve as he glared at the dark-skinned ace. \"You shut the hell up about what Rusty'd done! We're capturing the Strike and it's final!\" Athrun decided to prance out, Dearka caught offguard by the outburst as Yzak just pulled by their shoulder, deciding to prepare both the Duel and Buster for the operation... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Confront Mayano and ask about their connection to Siegel Clyne. One does not simply just drop a summons like that"}
+{"text":"Confront Athrun about the Strike... Particularly, what did he mean by \"Kira Yamato\"?"}
+{"text":"On the outskirts of a town which its settlers call Chiffchaff, but which its occupiers call Al-Duarah, there lay scattered bodies on the dry, red ground. Some are beasts and some are men, or at least look like Man. Broken, bent, frozen and burnt. Some are drained of life, left ashen husks; others have had their life bleed out of them onto the settlement’s streets. Looming over them are slate-grey walls, their gates self-sealing, and atop those walls watch impassive black masks, with eyes that see on behalf of their master: Abdul Saniʿ al-Duruʿ, Abdul Murawwiḍ al-Wuḥūsh, Abdul Alhazred the Reptilian Infiltrator. The scaly, slit-pupilled swarthy Southron son-of-a-skink who killed your best feathered friend-for-life and your shapeshifting hundun friend-with-benefits. You are Zith-Zi, Boss Bitch of the Monstrous Regiment adventuring company, and an ex-goblin ‘nilbog’ made pretty by magic… …while You have gone by a few variations on the name CZ but have most recently settled on reclaiming your ill-gotten family legacy as Carazzi Yosef: one-time demigoblin cambion, and now a transcended Pure and Empty Vessel at long last. You came to the Southlands, across the Shieldwall mountain which separates it from the north-western lands of the Paladin Queen of Hawksong. You did so not to participate in their silly civilizational clash—what various shades of humans get up to with gnolls and secret subterranean lizard-men is none of your business. You came here to save your estranged boyfriend, fellow adventurer James Efron, from captivity in a Chiffchaff dungeon... …but in the process of procuring him, you punched through the army of enslaved hyena-men to their demon-wielding human-reptilian centre: Alhazred, the devious demonist and dark wizard who bested you in combat, costing you the lives of others whom you cared for. (To say nothing of Nicolette Testa, fashion-forward illusionist-enchanter who joined your quest and lost a body via bullet-blasted brain, only to be pieced back together with an emergency effort of esoteric expertise!) (Or Denise Lilla, the cleric you liberated, who suffered a similar fate in circumstances which precluded such a happy ending for her.) Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Yes, you need to know"}
+{"text":"Yes, you need to know I'm surprised that a failed roll also gets the same result as him being confirmed as unfaithful"}
+{"text":"1 post anons pls backlink as well"}
+{"text":"Yes, you need to know"}
+{"text":"I’m that tapped out oldfag from last thread, this is my first time posting in this one as this vote peaked my interest, since I’d rather not have ZZ’s relationship forever plagued by her main hangup with Effron since this quest began. , if you think it’s relevant. Been around since Izzy, so I do understand where this is coming from. Also, as an aside, the new Captcha system sucks balls."}
+{"text":"Long have you wanted to be reincarnated into another world, obtaining some cheat skill and getting a harem of beautiful women to pamper and get pampered by you. After getting hit by a truck you got all that you wished for and more! Sort of. Well, after you discovered how good intimacy felt, mostly thanks to a certain goddess you brought down with you from heaven, you couldn't help but want more of it! So you've decided to make the best life you could have in this cliched, steampunk world you now call your home... Your name is John Doe, and you're just about ready to get married to a literal Goddess."}
+{"text":"Welcome back, NotIseQM \"Either way let's put a rain check on that. I'm not done with you yet.\" You said before kissing her again. (You'll talk with Aila and Herta, revealing Herta's status as the Goddess of Artifice to your elf wife). I dont really see I reason to actively try turn Aila. Shame about that wedding cake and that it was destroyed. But how unlucky they were are sure their recall potion worked correctly"}
+{"text":"Welcome back. I think that's the first time I've seen an update get cut off by falling off the board. Fair reaction to having your wedding crashed by strangers infiltrating your food. We'll have to track them down next time we're in Centris. \"Either way let's put a rain check on that. I'm not done with you yet.\" You said before kissing her again. (You'll talk with Aila and Herta, revealing Herta's status as the Goddess of Artifice to your elf wife). There's no reason to keep Aila out of the loop and, as sheltered as she might be, she's sharp enough to catch on herself eventually. While I have no doubt she'd also like to be firmly led by us and share in the joy of bearing children, I'd rather be gentle and keep her away from Herta's other habits as the cute elf we know."}
+{"text":"Welcome back QM Your lover and best friend, though the latter made you feel a little sad for a reason you couldn't quite understand. Herta is Johns first friend \"Either way let's put a rain check on that. I'm not done with you yet.\" You said before kissing her again. (You'll talk with Aila and Herta, revealing Herta's status as the Goddess of Artifice to your elf wife). Herta and Gerty have that archetype on lock we don’t really need more."}
+{"text":"and best friend, though the latter made you feel a little sad for a reason you couldn't quite understand. Maybe it's guilt for having forced their bond at the start"}
+{"text":"You are L2S Trollslayer Fiona Jarnafeldt, and you have taken a trip across the seedy underbelly of Helsinki. What you saw down there couldn't be more different than the city up here. Humans and aberrations living together. The ruins of the old city, hidden by the construction of the stormdrains and the new city above, dinky and rustic but far more human than this sterile white alloy jungle. Children, running around. You don't see many children in Helsinki at all. So few people even have the right to have one, you haven't a clue where a school is in Helsinki, but the undercity has so many. You weren't in your right mind for most of your adventure, having pulled an extreme measure of consuming an entire package of pervitin to avoid a highly dangerous target and seek a new exit. Of course, you lost focus and consciousness, losing control and wandering confused trying to stay undercover and getting into fights. The drugs and the fighting took a physical and mental toll on you, but you're alive. You had to take a week long break to properly recover, consuming nothing but liquid food for the past few days. Now you have to get ready for the giant mutant man-eating birds that are taxonomically called the Swans of White Death that are migrating from the north. But you're not thinking about the giant man eating swans or how your drugs made you think your sword was talking to you right now. Your eyes are wide open staring at this eight foot tall nipponese lady that might just be an aberration."}
+{"text":"Percival's tone lightens up, having fond words to speak on the subject. \"About six years ago now, Kiikoinen fought one as an L2 agent. His own superior had gotten ambushed and had his weapons stolen by a teenager in a wolf pelt. The L3 could not provide an accurate description of the battle from his own eyes; he was wounded and being dragged by the ankles by beings his junior did not have the insight to see. All he could confirm was that wolven luonto had beset them both at the time of the ambush. From Kiikoinen's perspective, there was only their human ambusher and, I quote, an onset of dread so thick that that stepping close like wading through water. The stolen volt machete in their hands was the only threat he saw. He made short work of their leashmaster.\" Painting a vivid image of the scene, Blythe leans back with a chuckle. \"It's strange, isn't it? For raising our heads up to see what many remain unaware of, we but expose ourselves to more threats. But who knows? Perhaps this wisdom will help the Finns in our group. Time will tell.\" The idea of Lalli ever being a rookie is weird to you. At the same time, having seen how he \"interacts\" with luonto first-hand, you can see that encounter happening exactly as it did. You would be surprised that this encounter was documented, but given Percival has brought up Lalli's luonto as special before, it makes sense that they would be keeping eyes and ears on his exploits. The topic of the sword might be something you should not bring up at all. He's already said he was not told much about the findings of the expedition to the north, so you shouldn't leak anything. Besides that, much of what you experienced comes from a state of drug-fueled delirium, but moreover, if anything you heard was at all accurate, it's definitely something he's not allowed to hear. Where did the spirit in the sword say he was from? A city called Lilac Neen? No, no. That wasn't quite it, but it sounded something gaelic. Your memory is too foggy for a clear recollection. This isn't your sword to disclose the details from, and you aren't interested in finding out which ancient mogul or politician is imprisoned in Blythe's gun enough to trade sensitive information, so you have to call it. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"The trip to the penthouse where the Chicago Red Dogs' have been staying was quick and easy. The worker at the front desk was made to expect you from the sound of it, and the air was thick with cigar smoke even from the far side of the door. Not long after a humble knocking from shivering hands did the girl of the Red Dogs open the door and let you in. The greeting wanted to be warm, but there was an awkward stink in the air. Judge Damian was at the dinner table smoking a cigar. He was very visibly not pleased, but you can't imagine he's mad at you. The drone is walking around the apartment as the engineer remotely pilots it and trains its actions with his own. Captain Mikey Riley is lounging on the couch, eyeing you up as you came in. \"Hey,\" the American man says in a loud but concerned tone. \"You doin' alright?\" \"I am good enough to walk. Thanks for asking, sir,\" You weakly respond. \"Did you all get the report?\" \"Yes,\" Beth says, about to take your coat but your shuddering shoulders persuade her to let you keep it. She does a double take as she realizes whose coat that is. \"We're, uh, sorry that happened.\" You have some words they oughta hear. Ask them how the hell they let Durant slip his leash long enough to run a gunsmithing enterprise in the undercity. You thought that was what he was made a slave to avoid. Goad them into joining the swan hunt, even without the big red dog. Tell them about the banquet and learn if they were invited; there's good food and all. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Politely prod about the announcement Katriina will be making. They've been in cahoots with her for a bit, and you are involved in Undercroft projects... Return the gun. You have no use for it. Keeping the jacket though"}
+{"text":"Ask them how the hell they let Durant slip his leash long enough to run a gunsmithing enterprise in the undercity. You thought that was what he was made a slave to avoid. I want this option BADLY Return the gun. You have no use for it. But as  said, we keep the jacket. It's Fiona's spoils by blood and she keeps it"}
+{"text":"Tell them about the banquet and learn if they were invited; there's good food and all. Politely prod about the announcement Katriina will be making. They've been in cahoots with her for a bit, and you are involved in Undercroft projects... I also agree with  inntemrs of: Return the gun, keep the jacket"}
+{"text":"too many Clanker sympathizers in this thread"}
+{"text":"Clanker That is their word, you can use Clanka if you must."}
+{"text":"Doesn't seem like I even need to vote but Gunner ‘Nines’ EK-939//79 Our hunk o' junk may only barely clear the threshold for sapience but that's what gives him character. This be me. Just now realized that 2 out of 3 of my votes have been for the most robotic option possible."}
+{"text":"Excuse you. Find another verification post to hijack."}
+{"text":"trying to steal a verification is a scum move, even for a 1pbtid voting for the Bot I'm not surprised."}
+{"text":"One day at a time.... That's what the social worker assigned to you keeps repeating. It is to help with the 'rehabilitation' process or some such bullshit. They shoved you into a group home, tell you to study hard to finish your education and force you to socialize with girls your age. That woman has to know it's useless. You are going to age out of the system and get tossed within the year. What is the point? Everything has no meaning, no duty, no chivalry... This is all the fault of the Pretty Star Warrior bitches and those Arkadian Kingdom bastards! Those supernatural assholes destroyed the Sumi gang with their war over humanity and magic. It's hard to know which one did more damage. Was it the Arkadian Kingdom taking over and tainting every gangsters' heart crystal? Or was it the Pretty Star Warriors handing over all the dirty secrets of the gang to the cops after purifying everyone? Every allied yakuza in the Greater Tokyo association was furious. They issued the zetsuenjo permanent expulsion, a literal death warrant for the Sumi gang. The godfather had to willingly offer up his life and disband the gang to let his underlings off the hook. You remember digging his grave on that remote mountain. You remember the coldness of the soil, how hard it was to dig with the shovel. Hands bled and blood trickled down the handle, but you didn't stop. The grave had to be deep; it had to be proper for a righteous man. \"Azami...\" Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Intimidate the guy into leaving, you have the calm aura of a gangster and some old Sumi Brotherly Association business cards in your pocket... (Threatening Aura, Deception)"}
+{"text":"Kick the guy in the balls repeatedly until he falls unconscious or runs away. Violence works wonders and you've trained for it... (Self-Defense Training, Fighting Fit) Gorilla anesan. If you can't beat some retard, the supernatural stuff is out of your reach."}
+{"text":"Act all friendly like, and wrap your arm over the guy's shoulder. That way you can 'guide' him away and then kindly tell him to fuck off... (Beneath Suspicion, One Hiragana Character Difference)"}
+{"text":"seems we're going for threatening aura and deception"}
+{"text":"Does ane-san's toughness also extend to her endurance? Tarn! Tarn! Tarn!"}
+{"text":"The chase is on! There is much shouting and excitement, then the riders come a wall? A wall? Only at Mount Ao have the Kikka seen something so sturdy and high, and flat, and such a thing was made by the hand of a god. But this bears the mark of mortal hands, rough and imperfect, yet living. A kikka sets a hand on it, and the wall shudders and impales it with a spike that emerges. He howls in pain, staggering back, but hundreds of glittering lizard eyes stare at the wall in wonder. A stabbing wall!? It's poked, it's prodded, wildlife is forced into service and impaled. A stabbing wall! Rabble Riders [Communicate] \"Can you tell us about your wall!?\" They shout, hoping someone will hear. \"It is a good wall! Very stabby!\""}
+{"text":"Share Rope with Mount Ao Pagoda"}
+{"text":"Last turn The Shennong built walls on (10,25) This turn The Shennong moves to and builds a wall on (11,25) [UI] Profound Masters build a road into (8,14) as well as walls around it, prioritizing the east side [UI] Trade Diamond Fist to Thornshade/Tsss [MI] Zaraave moves to (3,27) Huang carries Zaraave to (3,26) Huang harvests Zaraave [MI] Huang feeds Zaraave the extracted pill to grant it the ability to breathe and hydrate on land Huang drops Zaraave in the dew pools Huang moves to (5,25) Pholipoly should already be at Mount Ao Convert mana to DI [MI] Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"“The kikka have never bothered my mortals. I imagine they fear the consequences of making war with their neighbors. Still, trade would be a great boon for both our people. My spawn fear the water but I believe I could persuade some to build on a nearby island and learn to sail. If you prefer trade over land and have a settlement on the mainland I’m sure a road can be built but that will likely take much longer.\""}
+{"text":"MA+DI: Oltar Omnitools (Collection and metalworking double tech) Assimilating Oltar metal allows deposits oltar to be absorbed into the bodies of the Sauria, allowing omnitools to be spontaneously generated with Oltar bladed edges, conductive properties, firm Oltar hammerheads or pick-heads. With such an advantage, quickly do the Sauria manage to pick up how to mine and work oltar in conventional ways, lighting forges, refining pure oltar into bars and developing their mastery of their new abilities, as the influence of their deity allows them develop at a rapid pace MA+Mana: Cybercults (General) The prophet Ͼ-Sektek grows a mighty following of Sauria who obsessively follow his teachings, recording his sermons in great libraries, studying endlessly in their great stone halls and tinkering with the nano-machines and oltar scraps they can gather. He finds himself at the centre of a cult that worships the great machine, eyes partially opened to the truth, but only aware to a certain extent lest reality blind them. At least these tinkerers may do something of use, as on occasion they produce technological marvels that may delight all who witness them. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"On a faraway world, humanity is thriving. Across the surface of this planet, thousands of tribes have been born and most of them have fallen to the wayside in their quest to become something greater – true civilisations. Only the worthy have evolved beyond a tribal state and now they are ready, to leave their mark on the world for evermore. We are following one such civilisation, who call themselves the Croglatovic – the People of the Great Lake, in their own tongue. They belong to the Scavic, a race of people with soft faces, fair hair and blue-grey skin. Like the rest of their kind, they inhabit the Grascan, a vast oceanic forest filled with dangerous beasts and towering trees. The Croglatovic have dominated the shore of the Croglatol and the banks of the Choslitol, a great lake and the river that flows from it into the sea. Here, the forest is thin and civilisation is allowed to flourish without fear of predation. Though most of the Croglatovic still enjoy a rural lifestyle of rearing swine and tending to hives of honey bees, the city of Ancron has become increasingly important to the chiefdom. Hundreds of men and women now work as artisans, copyists and couriers. Instead of growing or butchering their own food, they pay for it with toroc, the shell money that serves as the civilisation's currency. Urbanity is taking hold. Yet the chiefdom still clings to its faith. The Croglatovic have devoted themselves to An, the Allmother and the source of the divine energy that flows through all living things – Drocrom. Though the sisterhood of priestesses known as the drobrac oversee the worship of Allmother, the chiefdom has other gods. Il, the Great Father, the first son and first lover of An, serves as her masculine counterpart, while the Four Winds govern the natural world. The most notable servants of Il are the Brulicruvic, the Truthguard, the warrior caste of the Croglatovic. Armed with spears and dressed in shining scales, they defend the Croglatol from Grovic thieves and foreign raiders. As the chiefdom comes to rely on bronze rather than copper, these soldiers will have to adapt and embrace new technology. Will they find success in this new age, or will they fail the civilisation that they serve? The warriors aren't the only ones who shall be challenged by the shifting status quo. The wily merchants of the Croglatovic might have more avenues for exploitation than ever before, yet they also have to deal with more competition. The Glalividul and Anidan, the chieftain and saint who rule over the chiefdom, may struggle to manage the increasingly clever Glavic, the council of headsmen and patriarchs who serve them. Great change awaits this civilisation."}
+{"text":"Demand more territory. They are on the backfoot, and our new warchief is too bloodthirsty to be content with the coasts alone."}
+{"text":"The messengers are to return to Blutuskan with the demands of the Croglatovic – the chiefdom requires more territory than the remainder of the river and a narrow stretch of coastland. Everything south of their hidden city should belong to the chosen children of An and Il. Though the Windborn bristle at this suggestion, they allow themselves to be escorted away from the House of Truth and back to the boat that brought them. It shall likely take a month for them to return, with the decision of the warlord. Meanwhile, far to the north... The Croglatovic host led by Roslarul has rampaged along the northern territory of the Shagodalek unopposed by any Windborn warriors, yet the people who dwell here are more spirited than those closer to Blutuskan. They cheer at the prospect of freedom, only to resent their liberators when they are compelled to hand over whatever food they might have. Along this storm-wracked stretch of land, even kilometres away from the ocean, crops struggle to grow and livestock have little to eat aside from hardy grasses. The people here have little choice but to rely on the bounty of the sea, feasting not just on fish but on seals, small whales and even penguins. It is not a diet that agrees with the Croglatovic palate. Still intent on marauding across the lands of the Windborn, these invaders are unaware of the negotiations occurring closer to home. None of them have seen the great lake in over four months. As far as they are concerned, their task remains the same – they must break the will of Shagodalek and in order to accomplish this, they have elected to starve the zealots into submission, along with their subjects. After coming across so many abandoned fortifications over the past several weeks, the Croglatovic host at last arrives at an inhabited stockade near the edge of what was once Shotolak territory. The Windborn here have likely been left behind to watch over the subjugated Riverfolk, to make sure that they don't revolt against their masters while the Shagodalek at war. However, on this day, they have far more to contend with than rebellious rabble and just like the invaders, they have no idea that a truce is being negotiated far to the south. They bellow curses at the Croglatovic from the safety of their fort, even though they are outnumbered at least five to one. It does not take long for Roslarul to punish their hubris, by ordering an assault on the stockade. I am rolling dice+3d100 and accepting the best roll to determine our civilisation's success. We will need to beat a target number of 23. The more we beat it by, the greater our victory. The more we lose by, the greater our loss."}
+{"text":"Rolled 97, 29, 26 = 152 (3d100)"}
+{"text":"The Croglatovic win against the Shagodalek by a difference of 74 – they achieve an Absolute Victory. The civilisation gets -2 Population. The civilisation gets -1 Military Reserves – 1 dead and 0 deserters. The civilisation gets -1 Standing Military – 1 dead and 0 deserters. The civilisation gets -8 Military Reserves temporarily due to wounds. The civilisation gets -1 Standing Military temporarily due to wounds. Assault might be the wrong word. Like the defenders of the palisades far to the south, Roslarul has learned of the Windborn proclivity for close quarters combat, especially after the many failures of Trupatal. Engaging the warriors of Shagodalek at the choke-points that lead into the fort would be unwise, so the chieftain simply orders the Brulicruvic to keep their distance and hold the line, while the Croglatovic bowmen behind them pepper the Windborn with a hail of arrows. It only takes a few volleys for the Shagodalek to lose their nerve. Rather than stand beneath a rain of projectiles and wait to die, the zealots eventually charge out of their fort to meet the Truthguard in battle, only to impale themselves on bronze-tipped spears. The defensive formation of the Brulicruvic effortlessly fends off these savages and before long, over half of the defenders lie dead or wounded, their bodies pierced by spear and arrow alike. Even warriors as ferocious as the Shagodalek know when they stand no chance – rather than charge out of the stockade and into the jaws of certain death, a hundred of them lay down their weapons and beg for mercy, having witnessed how easily their comrades fell to Croglatovic bronze. Not that Roslarul spares them. They are too far from the Croglatol to be sent back home to serve as slaves, nor does this new chieftain have enough mercy in his heart to allow these savages to flee to Blutuskan. He has every last one of them executed, so that his soldiers might feast on their blood. The civilisation temporarily gets +5 Happiness. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Should they try to convince their new chieftain to return to the Croglatol before it's too late, or will they kowtow to Roslarul and do his bidding without complaint? The invasion could follow Roslarul's plan to the letter. This will likely take many more months and success is far from guaranteed – but if the chieftain's plan is successful, the Shagodalek will be no more. The invasion could seek out the city of Blutuskan now. No need for any further marauding. The army should push through the old forest in search of the hidden city of the Windborn, so that they might conquer it. The invasion could liberate the last of the subjugated villages. Some of the oldest Riverfolk have lived long enough to remember the days when their tribe was free. They deserve to experience freedom once again – in exchange for their food, of course. The invasion could retrace their steps along the coast and return home. There's no need to risk a dangerous journey through the deep woods. It's better to go the longer, safer route, even through there will still be attrition. The invasion could take a shortcut back home through the Grascan. Provided that the host doesn't get lost on its way through the forest, this should lead to a much shorter journey and far less casualties – hopefully. Follow Roslarul's plan to the letter. Seek out the city of Blutuskan. Liberate the last of the subjugated villages. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Lytek was, like most work days, sitting behind his desk. The God of Exalted stroked his white beard after penning a recommendation for a Lunar Exaltation, reviewing his work. Satisfied, the grandfatherly god smiled, and put the letter in his filing cabinet, where a copy would be instantly made and transmitted to Luna. A knock came on his door, and Lytek looked up. “Come in,” he called, raising his hand to both open the door and ready the chair, all without standing. He moved his piles of papers to the sides of his desk, ready to meet this visitor. But it was not a visitor, but his assistant and daughter, Lysidore. “Father!” She said, rushing into the room. “We have an emergency! A whole circle of Sidereals were killed!” Lytek's eyes bulged. He stopped himself from asking details - he could learn them after his work was done. On cue, he heard five thumps in his locked cabinet. The Exaltations had arrived. “Here,” he said to Lysidore, reaching under his desk and offering his cleaning implements to her. “Help me prepare them.” The graveness of the situation pulled down her excitement. Father had never asked her to help him in his duties. Not like this. She grabbed the tools and pulled a few files from the top of his short stack, labeled “Sidereal Exaltation Candidates.” Lytek unlocked his cabinet and five small will-o'-the-wisps floated above his hand. Amber, cerulean, crimson, emerald, ans violet - one for each of the Castes. Pure Essence, empowered by the Five Maidens of Destiny. “Quickly,” he said, “there should be some Dragon-Blooded ready to be lifted to the stars.” In a frenzy, Lysidore spread out and looked down at the files she pulled. All were dynasts of the Scarlet Empire. “The Bronze Faction will have something to say-” “Not when it's this many at once,” Lytek grinned, his white beard moving with his cheeks. Grudges from the Solar Purge still persisted among the gods, especially he who was held back from his duties. The blades of Sidereals held Lytek in check as the Solars extracted and imprisoned his charges. It was a gamble for Lytek, but potentially denying one Dragon-Blooded for the Bronze Faction to steer was worth it. Even better if this Sidereal-to-be did not join the Bronze. Besides, four more Sidereals would join. It will be noted one was a dynast, but it will not be an outrage. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Integrity Athletics Bureaucracy"}
+{"text":"Bureaucracy (knowledge of resources, the logistics to move them, and legal codes) Socialize (how easily you make friends, allies, contacts) Melee"}
+{"text":"Socialize (how easily you make friends, allies, contacts) Melee Bureaucracy (knowledge of resources, the logistics to move them, and legal codes)"}
+{"text":"Rip quest? 20 more years of the Exalted and WoD Quest Curse!!!!!!"}
+{"text":"I pray for QM and wait, poor dude must have gotten hit bad by the curse"}
+{"text":"Today was supposed to be a day like any other, with boring lessons from teachers that seem to despise their students. That is, until you saw her. She was one of the seniors, and was just going about her day, smiling and chatting with her friends. Thing is, she was completely nude. The even more confusing part? No one seemed to notice it. Everyone was completely oblivious to it. What do you do? Confront her Ask other students or teachers if they notice it Tail her for a bit, see what you can find Other (fill in yourself)"}
+{"text":"+1 interesting quest, but the last vote being 3 days ago and op's last post being 4 days ago seems like a redflag to me"}
+{"text":"Typical, another quest goes bust under 50 posts."}
+{"text":"dice+10000"}
+{"text":"Options field. Just below Name, above the post field."}
+{"text":"alright thanks"}
+{"text":"You're a monster. Harsh but true. You, Kyle Mercer age 23, are a monster. Take it from me. Real recognizes real. Sure, it's not entirely your fault. You didn't used to be this way, but let's be honest with ourselves here: the difference between you now and the Old You is that the New You just doesn't care anymore. Peel away the skin, strip away the gossamer thin wrappings of civilization and society, and what do we have underneath? A creature of instinct. Hunger and hate. You. A monster."}
+{"text":"\"She what?\" Candi asks, eyebrows raised. Her brother keeps getting weirder. No reason to stop that progress now. You invite the Sacred Form. Eye closed, in breath. It comes over you like the tide. Muscle swells, bone hardens and lengthens. You hear Candi gasp and then you hear her heartbeat. All your eyes flicker open in sequence and you see the world with a razor sharpness that you found you missed. Now that the blade is drawn it can only be quenched with blood. \"Follow,\" you growl in a voice that sends a shiver up Candi's spine. \"O-okay.\" You glide past her and to the trailer door. You press a forepaw to it and push, feeling aluminum warp and then crumple like tin foil. You push your way inside into darkness. You smell fear, blood, perfume, sweat, everything at once. It's overwhelming. \"Fucking shit,\" a voice you didn't expect says. Not David. Arthur. He's standing by the hallway door staring at you like a deer facing oblivion. You can't help but smile at him, saliva dripping onto the carpet below, eyes wheeling in their sockets to take him in. He doesn't recognize you, but he should. This form is truer to yourself than the skin you cloak yourself with. \"Fucking shit!\" Arthur says again. He backs up and draws a gun from his waistband. You bound forward and hit him, claws first. His right arm comes away like tissue paper. You feel the bone twist and sheer, meat ripping easily. His screams are a delight as they wash over you. You quiet them a moment later as you clamp down on his head, squeezing, crushing. Only through tremendous force of will do you stop yourself from finishing him so quickly. You promised Candi some fun and you can't do that if everyone is dead. \"Arthur?\" David calls from another room, voice trembling with fear. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Tough call. Kill him and it fits with the last sacred form attack. Less complications. Candi already has Arthur. Capture him and we could get some real info out of him, maybe even sacrifice him which could mean more powers? Unless that is also reserved for bigger fish."}
+{"text":"Kill him now I'll just say kill him for now"}
+{"text":"Capture quickly him before he can get away We promised Candy some fun, let her kill him"}
+{"text":"Capture quickly him before he can get away Collect them both for a Candi double kill"}
+{"text":"All preparations are over. No more distractions. You gotta get the plan underway. The main objective is to drag the head of the mafia (Gianluigi Youhao) out of his own little bunker. Thrust him into the spotlight his men are creating, and let the law enforcers do their job. This is the only way he’s going to face justice before he moves to a safer place. No other window of time. No other opportunities. The first part of the mission is to go through the hidden passages in the sewers that lead directly to the Youhao Clan Headquarters. Celia knows the way through these catacombs, and the base like the back of her hand. “Hey, hey, who died and made you queen? You’re not coming with us, are you?” Celia slips out of Lydie’s friendly arms. The eccentric fan club leader ended the last thread holding you both. “Haven’t you noticed?! We’re divided into two teams. We need our beautiful flame wielder!” Lydie points at you and Rora. “Our intrepid yet sneaky thief!” Lydie points at Crossbill and Celia. “And the wildcard with exceptional athleticism!” Lydie points at herself and Matilda. “You know, the essentials!” “So, we are, like, me, Crossy, and Mat?” Aurora is doing the math. You can tell she’s serious since she’s using her fingers. “Count me in.” Matilda is so ready to kick some butts. “Sounds arbitrary, but eh, there’s no idea I can’t make work. Welcome to the best trio, Mat.” Crossbill sees no issue. “Your trio has nothing on us.” You get competitive with your bestie. “Tell ‘em, Celia.” Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"You’ll take Youhao to the police as the plan stated. Meet with Judith!"}
+{"text":"At Fort Lydie & Celia, big decisions are being made during this intermission between mission stages. With a drink and a snack on hand, the briefing begins. “This should be quick. Teams stay as they are with an added pack mule.” Vera leads the meeting, and points at the fit duo, aka the pack mules. “We got Youhao, Liu’s team deals with Sasha. Any questions?” “So this is the one with eternal potential? Can’t say I’m impressed.” Lydie pokes Sasha’s face. “We’re totally meeting with Giorsal then?” Aurora asks. “Y-Yes! She’s waiting for us at her home for the demonic extraction.” Liu reads her notes from her phone. “Sounds simple enough.” Crossbill nods along. “Any news on Spooky?” “She’s coming over as we speak. She’ll travel alongside you, Crossbill.” Liu adds. Odetta returned to her body to be here in the flesh! Seems fairly unnecessary, but haters always go the extra mile. “Cool! What’s on our end then?” You wonder. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Lydie."}
+{"text":"Matilda"}
+{"text":"Matilda"}
+{"text":"Finished updating the notes today, most of the relevant notes in both controlc and pastebin of characters, powerlevels, etc are now up to date."}
+{"text":"Right on brosef"}
+{"text":"Is world like Pandora from Avatar somewhere in Universe 7? If it exists was it already conquered by PTO or is it undiscovered? Or maybe it is in another universe? Quite possibly. Or, you know, maybe Karn's son who helps with matters regarding the dead and has history with that particular demon clown and needed backup... You are right. That makes sense too. someone who's gotten a roughly-equally powerful boost recently Chaya wonder how Raditz is doing with his new responsibilities... I wonder that too. When it comes to being a father. Would having Raditz as your father be most similar to having Vegeta as your parent? Or perhaps it would be more similar to Goku or maybe Bardock or Karn or Turles or Nappa or maybe Chilli? Or is Raditz so different that he is unlike any of them? By the way it appears that average humans aren’t usually that strong and their potential when it comes to power level is very small when compared to average Saiyan. But then I remembered mutants from X men. Some of them are actually very powerful like Apocalypse. I wonder if all humans across all universes have potential to become mutants like X men? Can it happen to Batman? To people that live in Metropolis? Can it happen to people from the Earth that Bulma and Gero were born? Or is this available only for those humans that live in a certain planets in Universe 6? I remember you said that things from Marvel are in Universe 6. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Hadn't realized how much I needed just a weekend off. Slept past noon Sunday. Feeling recharged and ready to get back to it! It's possible. Could be in the distant past when the universe was more united under the Republic, before Buu. Or just another universe altogether. But that world does have one key feature; its planet communicates with far more than just its guardian and champion. Someone made ready for your family to interfere, but didn't account for your newfound power. We may see how Raditz is doing as a father eventually. Also added his daughter Chadani to the powerlevel sheet. Gif related. Humans are... Different, in that their potential is near-limitless. As a species. But they have a less explosive growth potential than other races. They're almost akin to the Flood or Slivers, in that they can incorporate other species into themselves over time. Hell, in DB Online, Saiyan blood had spread through so much of the human race in the 216+ years since Goku & Vegeta that humans could go Super Saiyan. With less that 1% Saiyan blood, you can go Super. Imagine what other traita humans picked up from other worlds and interbreeding with other species after Buu's rampage destroyed the Republic? It's why a lot of aliens are essentially human+. mutants Indeed. Or how just getting un contact with a radioactive shard of a planet King Cold destroyed centuries ago landed on one Earth, and Stand users were born. The Xmen and Marvel-verse are U6, but other human-inhabited places develop their own powers and abilities, based on outside stimuli."}
+{"text":"So, going off that logic, a Human Saiyan hybrid would have explosive growth comparable to a full blooded Saiyan, while also retaining a similarly high potential to baseline human?? I guess that explains Gohan blowing past Goku (for a time) before his balls dropped."}
+{"text":"Whatever lets us carry more grenades for anti-personnel action in next mission Veteran level Physique would let you take a second weapon or say a bandoleer of grenades instead. You dont currently have enough points to unlock that yet. If you used power cell armor that would also unlock the second weapon slot. Hacking Medical You could use the remaining days before next mission start for intensive training to raise your skill level in one of these fields."}
+{"text":"Gone to work! Hacking Medical With you being back at the fleet you can also spend 1000s on memory imprinting and training time to guarantee reaching basic level for one of those before the next mission."}
+{"text":"Point in Stealth"}
+{"text":"What category do you want to assign your skill point to? Ranged Weapons, also do this spend 1000s on memory imprinting medical"}
+{"text":"I am good with this"}
+{"text":"You are a young woman, who one day wakes up invisible. You don’t know how, you don’t know why, and maybe you don’t want to know. In this story, you play as the invisible girl. Maybe you want to know why this happened and find a way to turn back. Or maybe you don’t want to visible just yet, and take full advantage of your status. But first, who is the woman? Name: _____ Age: : _____ Appearance: : _____ Location (where does she find out she’s invisible?: _____ Background (who is she?) : _____"}
+{"text":"It clicks"}
+{"text":"It clicks This quest is probably dead, but I'll throw in a vote."}
+{"text":"Name: Willa Wesp Age: 23 Appearance: pic related Location (where does she find out she’s invisible? fell asleep during a study cram in university, she slept through the entire night and all of her test everyone looked for her and thought she was missing tried to tell them when she was in the library people thought she died and her ghost haunted the library"}
+{"text":"that entire backstreet Are you looking for (you)s? Also what the fuck is up with these captchas?"}
+{"text":"As for actual location I don't give a fuck. Make something up faggit OP also Brapton anon this pic related is you"}
+{"text":"Isn't the only joke in Queen's Blade how horny it is? For the record, I don't +1 the grope-ghost."}
+{"text":"Yes but QB is really good at it. At least the first two seasons, the rest are meh."}
+{"text":"I neither. I'd prefer we play a guy character, but failing that I'd +1 a different background."}
+{"text":"+1"}
+{"text":"This, and adding VI and \"Thunderpennius\" at the end of his name There are enough goonbait quests here, not enough badassery and basedness in here."}
+{"text":"In Cultural Evo, you will control a small but growing tribe, interact with other tribes, and watch as culture, belief, and tradition evolve over time in response to events, scarcity, and contact with others. You may form alliances, enforce taboos, invent rituals, start wars, or disappear entirely. Lets start simple. We got three tribes. Three people can control a civilization at a time. We will begin when at least 4 players have assigned themselves to a tribe. Tribes are assigned first-come, first-serve. Next post I will show you what traits are and how we play with them For the real OGs this is a revival for a series of threads that I loved over almost a decade ago."}
+{"text":"Voting to start milking the horses and yak-sheep for delicious milk. Diplo Action: Leave milk out for the Fey. Offer the Tide Tribe milk for free. Leave some milk out for the Ash tribe on the border, because milk is a gift from the gods and we won't withold this gift just because of a little war. Milk for everyone. If some other Wind tribber wants to do something different, I'm fine with that too."}
+{"text":"Milk for the masses, yay, ty! How do you react with regards to our diplomatic action? [>Offer the wind tribe to establish a permanent goods trade, trading mortar, fish and bearduck parts for wood and wool]"}
+{"text":"Yes, the trade is good."}
+{"text":"The wind blew forlornly through the abandoned forum."}
+{"text":"And the tide receded and ebb came to last forever."}
+{"text":"This is Bill He is King of the Hill Challenge him in battle for the right to rule this mound Rules of battle are thus: KOTH and the Challenger each roll 1d6 The current streak is added to the Challenger's roll The winner is the one with the higher value, KOTH wins a draw The winner may take the items of the loser To join post your Challenger with an accompanying image or description Choose a starting item with one of the following stats +1 die +2 pips +3 value +1 item Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Penguin down! Someone should reboot it."}
+{"text":"Rolled 4, 2, 3, 1, 10 = 20 (5d10) \"U-un mecha??\" Such a monstrosity is NOT allowed in the crayfish's kingdom! Even if it's, well, kind of cool...."}
+{"text":"Cirno got brain freeze!"}
+{"text":"Look Out: It's Strahd Von Zarovich! He brings with himself a lot of mommy issues crystallized in a Portrait of Tatyana (+1d) and the deed of vampiric ruler of the land of Barovia (+1d)"}
+{"text":"Rolled 5, 5, 1 + 7 = 18 (3d6 + 7)"}
+{"text":"Hey, hey people. Yog here. Recently, I have been consuming works of the highest form of literature, which is to say: isekai light novels. Now, you might ask me: \"Yog, how can you consider this low brow weeaboo garbage literature, let alone its highest form?\" and aside from all literary works being the ramblings of people half as clever as they think they are, I would answer you this: There is something beautifully self-indulgent how the genre is delightfully unapologetic in serving up what the readers desire. The readers want a protagonist they can reflect their personalities onto? Well, this guy's personality has been polished away to a mirror sheen. They want a loving harem of 10/10 beauties with chests that come in all shapes and sizes? A new girl will be produced to specifications with each passing volume. They want to uplift the ignorant savages into the modern era? Don't you worry, no one has ever conceived of crop rotation, let alone the four fields system pioneered by Charles Townshend in the 18th century. Every minute detail catered to the whims and fetishes of the readers, with the most popular garbage rising up to the top of trash heap and receiving the honor of an official publication. We do in fact love to see it. We love to see it so much, in fact, that today I have decided to engage in a little bit of isekai nonsense myself. Just a little, though. Mrs. Yog-Sothoth doesn't like it when I poke too many holes in the fabric of the space time continuum. She says \"Yog, my dear, you keep doing that and the whole universe will unravel\", and who am I - a humble streamer of the 21st Dimension - to argue? After all, my dear wife is many things: tallow skinned, silver haired, the sole heiress of some simply huge tracts of land in the state of Massachusetts, a loving sugar-mama with a very generous trust fund (thank you Old Whateley for your wise investments), possessing of an adorable horn growing from her brow, with bags under her eyes from the countless sleepless nights from... let's call it \"knowing the unknowable\" and move on. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Flee into the wilderness. Surely one of you has had survival training and know what to do, right?"}
+{"text":"Run down into the Dungeon. The labyrinth connects everywhere and everywhen in the world, so get ready for a T R I P."}
+{"text":"Head to another Demon King's castle. Maybe you'll be able to find an ally there. griff he"}
+{"text":"Run down into the Dungeon. The labyrinth connects everywhere and everywhen in the world, so get ready for a T R I P."}
+{"text":"A shame that this died early"}
+{"text":"Humanity has spread out into a massive sprawling empire throughout the galaxy. The edges of the sprawl remain poorly guarded and sparsely settled after all humanity throughout a thousand stars has always been alone save for their own creations which once waged war against them. This is no longer true now an unknown force has begun to attack sector 63 and other sectors and it is up to poorly supplied and desperate sailors to hold them back. You are the Admiral of the naval fleet of sector 63 one of nearly a 100 rimward sectors on the edge of settled human space. The war has finally turned in humanity's favor the once unending horde of bird ships, who you now know are called the Argono have finally ebbed away. The war is not yet over for yourself; a large enemy fleet has formed and seems intent on finally ending your harassing attacks by striking your home port of Carth. In the last few weeks you've been striking the main body of the enemy fleet in an attempt to weaken the blow that will fall on your home. Your fleet soon arrives at Cartha having finished your last ambush you should have at the current rate of enemy advance roughly a week before they arrive here. A significant minefield greets you at the jump point exit hundreds of the dangerous weapons scattered in a circle around the point. A signal from the fort which is visible from the jump point is the next thing to greet you, a friendly greeting from Colonel Roose who is legally in command while your gone. It also includes a request for a meeting at some point. The defense of Cartha can be broken up into three distinct types: static defenses like the fort and mines, naval in the form of ships and torpedo boats operating out of the fort and finally the army which currently mans the fort and holds several positions on the planet. Which to visit first? The fleet The army Static defenses Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Try to protect him with the picketline and heavy cruisers"}
+{"text":"Seconding"}
+{"text":"Also maybe we can have someone tow him. Point is, this is the big one. No retreat. No remorse. Victory or Death. We can't deal with him abandoning ship until the birds break or die. If we can tow him out of the line of fire, thats preferable, but he has to keep that ship working even if it is slow. And I am not sure the sailors are gonna wanna evacuate into an active minefield anyway, let alone the fact that we still don't know if any of us are going to be around to pick them up when this is done."}
+{"text":"Rolled 72 (1d100) Order Jenkins to reverse up. If the guns are still firing then this can be another part of the new fixed emplacements around the fort. Order all non-essential staff to evacuate the ship. along with towing it seems could I get a 1d100 best of three please"}
+{"text":"Rolled 56 (1d100)"}
+{"text":"You are planning to murder somebody. You are an unassuming person of 28 years of age. You would consider yourself well-educated and quite cunning. No significant other in your life. You work four days a week in an office for a cookware company in Scholton, a nearby town. You would not describe yourself as particularly empathetic or emotional, and the idea of killing someone strikes you about as unsettling as the idea of shooting a deer in a hunt. What kind of killer are you? Detailed plans and schemes, creative deaths. I have a complexity fetish. Impulsive and brutal. I make a mess. Sadistic and drawn out. I just want them to hurt for a long, long time. Sexual. I’m a slave to my impulses. Aren’t we all? Simple and efficient. No frills. No fuss. Quick kills but I leave clues and evidence to taunt the police and public. I want a chase. I want to be seen."}
+{"text":"House directly backing the Whitlick Forest. Will likely have a backdoor camera. Relatively good part of the suburbs. Nearby convenience store and small theatre provides an alibi. I would never want to place myself anywhere near the scene with an alibi, but access to the forest is good. Cameras are a problem, but it's something we're going to have to learn to deal with. There are two types: DVRs and cloud. DVRs are preferable as one could remove the micro SD cards from the cameras and dispose of the DVR and harddrive, but their absence is itself evidence of foul play. Not sneaky. Cloud storage doorbell cams are limited in coverage but virtually impossible to erase once they've captured an image. Killing the power would disable the cameras if they are not connected to battery reserves such as an integrated home security system, which some are, but most people cheap out and avoid the expense. At our skill level this is likely the best bet for now. Gain entry, strangulate victim, cut power at the breaker, remove victim from premises to woods, return to home, restore power, leave the way we came with any evidence, return to woods, and use knife to butcher the carcass of the victim. We can bury fillets of human meat to decompose quickly, and transport the skeleton in a trash bag for crushing, steaming in a pressure cooker, blending, and pouring down a storm drain later."}
+{"text":"House directly backing the Whitlick Forest. Will likely have a backdoor camera. Relatively good part of the suburbs. Nearby convenience store and small theatre provides an alibi. Cameras are annoying"}
+{"text":"Last house on the road out of town, neighboring the highway overpass. Covered by the shade, but no easy access to the forest. Very likely a poor area. Probably few cameras but also never peaceful."}
+{"text":"House directly backing the Whitlick Forest. Will likely have a backdoor camera. Relatively good part of the suburbs. Nearby convenience store and small theatre provides an alibi."}
+{"text":"You're not responsible for your players' dumb choices OP. Just write it. They wanted to be retards and leave the gun at home so they can deal with the consequences. We're gonna have to breach through a window to avoid the cameras most likely, and then deal with whatever is inside."}
+{"text":"Something shook the blackened acid-metal surfaces of the cylindrical capsule - the piercing tip breached its way into the fleshy and distinct cavity. Inside of the transverse was a number of crystal tubes, pressurized with yellowy chemical sleep - helpless figures inside. Each was clad in a tight elastomer suit, covering the mid thigh to the shoulder and lower jaw, with a circular cutout from below the ribs to the upper pelvis. The suits dug into the skin, the flesh beneath bloated with chemical sleep - several, in fact, had grotesquely filled the tube in entirety; gurgling and moaning as they suffocated, pressed against the crystal. A few did survive - recent memories crudely wiped, and re-implanted with the nature of their mission: Primary goal: Destroy the Furnace Record Secondary goals: Kill Pontainlou, kill Germfather Gustav, destroy the Gas Injection Depot. Any agents that survive to complete the primary goal, will be psychically broadcasted directions on how to be safely extracted. Completion of secondary goals will reward additional pardons and indulgences. Surviving agents: Fusil - Grapevine Cult Psychic Description: A grotesque mystic of the apocalyptic Grapevine cult. Believes in the great coincidence and upholds the cult doctrine. Skin is pale grey like all clones, lips are drawn back from drinking tumor wine. His forehead is engorged from his overdeveloped brain. Skills: Knows basic psychic abilities. Marmora - Insect Ranch Midwife Description: Buxom farmhand from an insect ranch, where creatures are grown for repurposable biomass. Skin is pale grey like all clones, her hair is wiry and curly. Body is muscular and disproportionate from rearing mammoth grubs. Skills: Immense strength. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Cross upon the hill’s crest and bypass the commotion. Give Linter the smokes"}
+{"text":"[Cigarellos lost] Gentle Giant sisters.... it's... over."}
+{"text":"+1 We need more aura, sound insteresting. - Support calltoaction.now"}
+{"text":"Don't you have a story to tell? (Story to tell?) Don't you have someone to kill? (Kill?)"}
+{"text":"Approach via subterfuge and attempt to incapacitate the jackboots, wringing the prole for information."}
+{"text":"It is the 27th of July, 1944. The 4th Armored Division prepares to take Coutances. You are an M4 Sherman tank and its crew, at the tip of the spearhead. Who are you? Tank Type: M4 Sherman (Early) (75mm) Tank Name: _____ Commander: Sgt _____ Gunner: Cpl _____ Loader: Pvt _____ Driver: Pvt _____ Assistant Driver: Pvt _____ Write-In Names Write-In Backstory if it fancies you"}
+{"text":"Rolled 36 (1d100) here goes nothing"}
+{"text":"Rolled 46 (1d100) [barking intensifies]"}
+{"text":"Rolled 32 (1d100)"}
+{"text":"Rolled 9 (1d100)"}
+{"text":"So did you roll behind the scenes last time we lost a tank or was it simply destined to happen? Everything outside the narrative is done with a ruleset I've taken from a board game I own. When you lost the tank, and everything that's happened \"mechanically\" up to this point, has been rolled for, in some way or another. Everything \"narrative\" is my own writing and doesn't conflict with the rules much. Are certain rolls going to be higher = better & certain others lower = better? Expect most rolls in this game to be lower = better. Are rolls going to be best of 3, or just however many rolls are made, one will be chosen? Kinda more \"go with the flow\" with this one. Still figuring that out myself, sorry."}
+{"text":"\"We can go together. I've learned from Kimble and Grey as much as Hawthorne. I think I could learn from you too.\""}
+{"text":"As a longtime /co/ dweller I'd like to point out that Apokolips is a Marvel villain iirc. Are we getting some kinda meta crossover hints or red herring?"}
+{"text":"Not a big Jack Kirby fan are ya?"}
+{"text":"+1"}
+{"text":"Kek"}
+{"text":"reserved only for the most dire of situations. Yep"}
+{"text":"\"Obviously I didn't eat it, genius!...That's just what I heard.\" Kiro stretched his arms, as he prepared for another exercite. Most people might think being a loader is some easy job, just passing things along, barely even really fighting...but it turns out cannon shells are heavy! And dangerous! And you need to pass them real fast and good or else they might fall...it's the kind of job that required muscles - and on that part, he can't be beat!"}
+{"text":"Between artillery practice, Nezu takes some time to sketch a sort of desperate antihero character with more than a passing resemblance to Kiro. The joy in earlier art isn't there, though, and he soon abandons the effort. He does eventually find it in him to do a series of doodles of camels, which makes him feel a bit happier."}
+{"text":"Nervous at doing this on his own, Naro goes to refresh himself on explosives first Noting his enthusiasm and prior habits, he offers Ichigo some extra lessons in wiring fuses and prepping holes if he's up for it, though he'll handle the actual explosives until he's sure Ichigo can treat them with enough care and respect. In the first attempt in the field, thanks to training on hard rock instead of dirt, he uses far too much bang and sends people scurrying for cover under a rain of rocks and soil Subsequent attempts and the classes go much better, though he has to give a few people earfuls for being too cavalier with such dangerous items By the end, he's covered in soot, fumes and dust and more grateful for a hot shower than ever"}
+{"text":"Holding the dynamite in his hand, Ichigo feels both adrenaline, excitement and fear. These things aren't like the firecrackers he used to make and play with at home. Luckily, Naro noticed him and decided to help. Naro taught him some more about the dynamite. Seeing them go off and destroy the rocks was eye-opening. Never had Ichigo seen such powerful explosions before. Naru does remark him to stay vigilant and careful handling them. The most exciting time in the army for Ichigo has always been artillery practice. Aiming the gun and letting it blast. But Ichigo also understand that when they have to attack the city, it won't be just a game anymore. It will be real."}
+{"text":"You are a failure. Your life was an unmitigated disaster. A comedy of errors that would be funny... If it wasn't you. You USED to be a star. You USED to shine brighter than any other. You were a prodigy. You used to be... Someone. Everything you ever wanted and needed was within your grasp and you lost it. Now, though? You're nothing; your purpose has been ripped from you and you can't let it go. Everyday exists for you to daydream about what could have been. A pointless and painful exercise in imagination. However, you've realized something. If you can't achieve your dreams maybe your children can. It wouldn't be you, but at least your child would embody some of your essence. Their story would start from you- you would be an undeniable puzzle in their greatness. And that's almost enough. The question is... What was your passion? What is your regret? Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Massacre"}
+{"text":"Scandal We did a Griffith and slept with the Princess, our child is the bastard."}
+{"text":"Write-In Rape Tie-in with this"}
+{"text":"Scandal Someone found our teenage twitter account"}
+{"text":"Health"}
+{"text":"You are Tristain d’Rusalka, a noble from the United Kingdom of Fodlan born with unique abilities bestowed upon you by the Goddess. You have journeyed across the sea to the desert kingdom of Morfis after receiving an invitation to join a mysterious competition. Though you know little of the trials that lie ahead, the winner of this contest has been promised the hand of Morfis’ Princess, Yulia Xan Phanes, in marriage. Seeking adventures, thrills, and battles that would be worthy of your might, you embarked on this strange voyage with nothing but your trusted axe. After surviving the deadly third round of the competition, you have made it to the top eight of Princess Yulia’s suitors. The final round consists of a tournament, which sees you up against the strongest warriors from four different nations. Whoever comes out on top shall be crowned the next King of Morfis. Do you have what it takes to rule? Tristain d’Rusalka Level 42 Wyvern Lord (EXP: 20/100) HP: 78/78 (130%) Strength: 42 (75%) Magic: 32 (50%) Speed: 29 (40%) Defense: 33 (70%) Resistance: 28 (50%) Luck: 29 (65%) Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"A): Approach one of the competitors (Who?) Saoirse"}
+{"text":"A): Approach one of the competitors (Who?) Saoirse We got any idea of which weapon we're entering apart from The Inexhaustible? Bolt axe or silver axe?"}
+{"text":"what was the point of the sponsorship if we weren't going to buy anything... The true purpose of sponsorship was the kick ass amusement park obviosly. Guess she and Tristain already have a child together... Someone should inform Nadia there's another way for her to create life. C): Do nothing, wait for the official to arrive. Nice to finally learn that Fionn is a haughty prick lol. We haven't been in battle with him enough, time to fix that."}
+{"text":"Oh, you'll be buying some stuff pretty soon..."}
+{"text":"Is Nadia going to bling herself the fuck out with gold and gem accessories the moment Tristain wins the tournament?"}
+{"text":"[Illusion of a quest AKA ONE SHOT.] The eternal malice of the sun bothers you from a long and weary sleep. You open your eyes for the first time. The world appears boundless and without form. You open your mouth and let out no vagitus to rend the air. The horizon is empty and full of opportunities. You are but a newborn and yet it is not hard to stand. Let's begin."}
+{"text":"How can I open things wroten in post like 132457e982 or smthg ls? Im new"}
+{"text":"Open how?"}
+{"text":"Rolled 2, 3, 2, 2, 1 = 10 (5d3) Weekend work and break is over. Let's continue. Okie dokie. Take it easy. 1. Work on your English. 2. On either desktop or mobile, click on the number of the post and it will appear in the posting box, or type it out manually like a madman. Rolling between the following three sets of memories for the ENEMY (5 details, 3 lists -> 5d3):"}
+{"text":"Rolled 2 (1d4) Rolling for the gun natures (1 detail, 4 lines): (1) (2) (3) (4)"}
+{"text":"Ded?"}
+{"text":"Last time, you made a bunch of phone calls yet again. Another long spiral of voices going in and out this damn device. Its electronic functions, square shape, and unnecessary brightness displease you. The world would be better without them. One day, you will return to older times, when you read letters — and complained anonymously over billboards. But that’s not now or then. The relevant fact is that Matilda is joining your efforts. The Mafia topic is more personal to her than half of the people here. But not all. Celia and Aurora have big stakes in the operation. Right now, your briefing came to a sudden stop. Once again Lydie dropped a cliffhanger worthy line. Your lovely Beth is a former member of the International Assassin Syndicate! Props to the hyperactive rich girl, when she said she was interested in the prisoner, she meant it. And somehow, she got the information from the femme fatale’s mouth! “Huh… I didn’t know that. I should’ve pressed Beth about her past.” Crossbill is fairly impressed. “Beth is a what…?!” Liu’s mind remembers the events of last night, and her poor frizzly head can’t wrap around it. “You’re making stuff up, Lydie. You should give me back my fanclub. Nobody should withstand a liar in a position of authority.” Vera frowns. “Anyone with me? I wanna see some hands raised.” “Get your own fanclub.” Lydie glares back. Isn’t it yours? “H-How do you have the gall to say that to me of all people?!” Vera can’t believe the shamelessness. “Besides, the point still stands.” Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"The happiness bar jumps from nothing to Max in an instant! Pet-Bulk-Nina has life back in her eyes! All her stats jump astronomically. The monster has been purified into a hero. Pet-Bulk-Nina hugs the wicked villain (a little too tightly for her to breathe), then both enjoy this dessert together! Also, Pet-Vortexia gets her happiness maxed, but with no stat increase. “Best friend! Best friend! Best friend!” Pet-Bulk-Nina wants to stay forever with Clutz! “Y-Y-Yes, we’ll be a great team! Absolutely! Ihehe…” Pet-Vortexia will adapt to this new life. “Did you ruin my build to prove a point?” Matilda is flabbergasted. “What do you mean ruined it? All her stats are boosted now!” You’re right about this. “You went over my authority.” Matilda isn’t all that pleased, despite the results. “I seriously wonder how we’re going to deal with our potential children like this.” “Our potential *what*?” You deadpan. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Thanks for running and happy new year!"}
+{"text":"Thanks for running! See you in the new year! Johnny\" You okay with trying for double digits?\""}
+{"text":"“You went over my authority.” Matilda isn’t all that pleased, despite the results. “I seriously wonder how we’re going to deal with our potential children like this.” Ohohoho, thanks for running and Happy New Year!"}
+{"text":"What is this quest about?"}
+{"text":"You are GEROME. You have been jailed pending trial on the charge of the RAPEMURDER of multiple infant babies. You are in the LONGHOUSE PENITENTIARY. You want to escape. What do you do?"}
+{"text":"I'll resume tomorrow, probably."}
+{"text":"Deliver, this looks fun."}
+{"text":"May you choke on 20 feet of penis, OP."}
+{"text":"OP is no longer with us. He has been accused of RAPEMURDERING multiple babies and sentenced for life"}
+{"text":"Masturbate"}
+{"text":"OH SHIT NIGGA. You are lady Firemane. Of the (formerly) noble house of Fireborn! You were once the greatest wagon racer this side of the kingdom. Sadly due to shenanigans, you lost everything and went into debt with the Adventurer's Guild in order to survive. But then you found the Inexperienced Hero, Ezekiel \"Kid\" Rutebega ! You took him under your wing to mold him into the hero he's always meant to be: your devoted apprentice (probably) Ezekiel's older brother has started his campaign of destruction, he leads his hordes of undead barbarians to ravage the lands. As members of the guild, your party has went on the quest chain to stop said undead barbarian horde. In pursuit of said barbarian horde, the party is currently going through the SPOOKY FOREST™"}
+{"text":"Rolled 64 (1d100) What about THESE weapons, though? Flex aggressively"}
+{"text":"Rolled 66 (1d100) I bet you don't have BIG MUSCLES like this, huh Knightess? You're probably too busy being lame to get gainz."}
+{"text":"Rolled 18 (1d100) Or too lame to get Deez titz!"}
+{"text":"Rolled 47 (1d100) Gamble for entry"}
+{"text":"Your name is Harold Eadric, and you’ve just signed up for war. You don’t quite know what it is about, but at this point, you will take anything to get out of your village. Years you have been longing to become a man of the world, yet your circumstances have never allowed you to venture much farther than your local village with a name you cannot pronounce. At least you have been able to read stories about the world, and they only made you want to get out of this town more. Sucks then, that your existence up to this point has mostly been concerned with growing wheat. There isn’t much else you can do in this village, really – if you didn’t plough the fields, you’d have a hard time finding anything to eat during winter. So you wasted your childhood away in the drudgery of this eternal routine, just like your father, grandfather and those before him had. All the while, you hoped you’d find a chance to get out. And just as you had recently turned into your eighteenth year, fortune struck. \"The King is looking for brave men to join the Fight against the treacherous Laumey de Galamad! His men have attacked and slaughtered our people! Answer the King's call and join his armies!\" Your family had protested, your mother had cried when you packed your stuff and left the home and fields which had formed the entirety of your existence up until now – it was all in vain. There you were, speaking to the man in his tent; having mentioned your literacy and fitness brought on you by your years in the fields, he now requested… something else? Something else you could do? You already mentioned literacy, didn’t you?"}
+{"text":"Go straight to the Academy with Evin. She urged you to come with her, as those who arrived early would get to pick their rooms in the dormitory first. You also thought it might be practical to learn something about your future role in the army."}
+{"text":"Stay with your group, which was going to see the sights while having gotten some pocket hush-money from a soldier who wanted to hide the embarrassment of yesterday’s debacle from his wife. It might not be as educative, but you were sure you were going to have a good time with them."}
+{"text":"Go see the sights in the city. This was the biggest locality you had been to yet, and you had read that this was one of the grand cities of the realm. If you wanted to maintain a travel log, this would be one of the places you would definitely have to write something about I want to know more about the city."}
+{"text":"Thank you all for voting. Unfortunately, I won't be able to continue writing for the foreseeable future. The curse has struck, and I'm stuck with a respiratory illness that barely lets me breathe, let alone sleep. I started this one-shot intending for it to be over by the end of my winter break (as I don't have the time in my regular schedule to write up entries), but I don't think this will have blown over by then. I'll continue this in another thread someday when I have both time and health on my side. My honest excuses for all of this. I promise to come back and finish it whenever I can - I did not intend to lead you all on with the start of Harold's story without giving it a satisfying conclusion. I'll see you all again at an (unspecified) later date. I hope you enjoyed it all so far."}
+{"text":"Reminder that the only planet still under Freeza's control in the PTO is New Salda. Cooler controls the entire rest of the PTO, but the Saiyans are still Freeza's. That is great that it remained this way. Honestly I hope he never gives up that to Cooler. With your own wife and children, a village you protect, and even a whole world given to you by Freeza that you call your own. And, yet... Would Freeza want to be boss of also this world? One who's power feels... Different. It reminds you of your mother and older sister's godly powers, but there's something else to it too. And, just like your father the red-robed figure can seemingly sense you looking, and turns. I knew he was real. I knew it. And there, inside the carefully-prepared box, is what looks like a small handheld mirror wrapped in silver with the word “Erised” carved in the top. Fascinating that it exists in this universe. Which means other things from Hogwarts can exist as well. This opens so many interesting possibilities. Epilogue End- Very good epilogue. I guess this is a life changing moment for Chilli. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Freeza knows his brother's personal history and former vendetta with the Saiyans, and doesn't want to risk any conflicts. No. That world IS Chilli's. Just like Aku's planets are his, or anyone else who bought a planet from the PTO. He is real if you believe. There are a lot of magical artifacts scattered across the Seventh. Just ask Cold. We'll see how it changes him, going forward. Visit in Universe 6 Do you really think it'd be anything so simple? Or straightforward?"}
+{"text":"No. That world IS Chilli's. Just like Aku's planets are his, or anyone else who bought a planet from the PTO. Okay. That's great too. Do you really think it'd be anything so simple? Or straightforward? Honestly no, but how to call it? Let's think about it. In the Tournament of Power: Karn won, Meloka won, Chaya won, Chili won, Caulifa won, Freeza won, Cooler won, Ginyu won, Plastic Man won, Rimuru won Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"What the fuck did I miss last night? Also soon. Yes, Freeza planned that well ahead of time. We'll see. Got rolled into the Christmas celebrations for them."}
+{"text":"It's time! The new arc begins now! Are you ready for some Sinister Schemes?"}
+{"text":"It's March 1945, you hear about a job in a kind of ‘secret city.’ You don't know what the hell these people are talking about, but it looks promising, even too good to be true. Still, you don't have much to lose after the Great War, so you take the opportunity. After going through a lot of paperwork and a few other things, in less than a week you're put on a ship with no name and no clear destination. They just told you, ‘It's in the middle of the sea.’ Less than two weeks ago, you were a poor idiot living on the bare minimum, and now you're still a poor idiot, but now you're on a ship heading for ‘the city of the future’. You'd heard of its founder, Andrew Ryan, a rather unique man who was quite crazy about his ideals, which is nothing new in this world. A couple of shitty days go by. You weren't used to such long boat trips, but you forced yourself to get used to it. The food on the boat is shit, but at least it's better than whatever you could scavenge from the rubbish. One cold morning, you've lost track of time, sleeping in rooms the size of mouse holes, crammed in with a few other poor idiots like you, seeking a future in an uncertain city. A bell begins to ring, and the ship's crew start shouting announcements: \"We've arrived!’ You look out the window and all you can see is sea as far as the eye can see. You run with the crowd to the upper deck. The crew continue to shout ‘we have arrived’. This is when you see it: an enormous lighthouse, a huge tower, an effigy in the middle of the gigantic and infinite ocean, a shining golden tower rising above the waves. A submarine appears out of nowhere from the darkness of the ocean, and the ship's officers make preparations to board the submarine."}
+{"text":"I didn't even play the games, just watched a gameplay like a decade ago haha..."}
+{"text":"it's okay , now i have a an excuse to play bioshock 2 again ."}
+{"text":"just spend the morning with Ilona."}
+{"text":"buy something (go to the shops and browse) Invite Ilona along with us, we want to tell her about our engineering workshop, and we want her to teach us about the shopping district."}
+{"text":"just spend the morning with Ilona."}
+{"text":"A Tale From The World Of Frostpunk The year is 1909, and the Great Frost hangs over the heads of every living man, woman and child. In the previous decade, global temperatures dropped to an unsustainable point, and the geopolitical landscape of Earth was changed forever. Mass refugee crises. Starvation. Hypothermia and frostbite. War. Nobody survived unscathed, and billions perished in the chaos. Many of those that survived huddled around grand Generators, built by hundreds of engineers, acting as mechanical monuments to warmth and survival. Others sought out bold new technological developments, endlessly-running trains, subterranean colonies and grand zeppelins flying above the clouds. But for the majority, there were the Generators. You never knew the world before, having been one of the “Frostborn” — those that felt their first breath of air in this icy world. Your parents were British refugees, fleeing north from Newcastle with thousands of others. Things were very hard growing up, and you feel strange absences in your memory, repressed parts of your youth locked away by your developing brain. Mum and Dad always told you that the less was said about the White Years, the better. That was the worst time, you’ve gathered. Since then, many cities have fallen, crushed beneath instability, lack of resources or sickness. Others have developed into busy, industrious centres that now begin to hesitantly chart out the Frostlands beyond just the immediate scope of their perimeter. Your own city, Beacon, is one of the latter."}
+{"text":"Make your opinion known: this is absolutely NOT your field of expertise."}
+{"text":"Try to politely decline, if you can."}
+{"text":"Make your opinion known: this is absolutely NOT your field of expertise. Girl, we stare at machines and schematics most of the time, fiction is NOT that."}
+{"text":"Make your opinion known: this is absolutely NOT your field of expertise."}
+{"text":"(Enjoy your Christmas! Quest continues on Boxing Day!)"}
+{"text":"be you be at the edge of the world your people are finished the last great city is a sinking husk behind you the Old King is dead, choked on his own prophecies the crown is in your pack, heavy with failure ahead lies only the Black Sands, a sea of ash under a dying sun the scrolls say nothing lives there the scrolls were wrong something is moving in the ash, and it has seen you the survivors at your back are silent, waiting choose"}
+{"text":"“We know the toll. Here is a life, willingly given.” You gesture to Vanatu. Are we gonna go back for the rest of the group? I don't feel like it's smart to split up in such hostile territory, we should keep all our warriors together, which we can't do if we have to leave some with the citizenry. Merry Christmas QM!"}
+{"text":"“I am Ember, heir to the Sunken Throne. The Border Ghoul sent me to the Ash King. The treaty is between our peoples. Stand aside.” After we've renegotiated this treaty we'll return to our people. They aren't coming with us to the king. I doubt the logistics of moving four and a half thousand souls to the most barren part of the desert will hold up. They need to stay near water."}
+{"text":"Yeah but if we aren't with them we can't make decisions about how to protect them, they could all die before we return?"}
+{"text":"“I am Ember, heir to the Sunken Throne. The Border Ghoul sent me to the Ash King. The treaty is between our peoples. Stand aside.” Should it press, then the sacrifice, I suppose. I too dislike splitting from our people, though perhaps it is warranted."}
+{"text":"“I am Ember, heir to the Sunken Throne. The Border Ghoul sent me to the Ash King. The treaty is between our peoples. Stand aside.”"}
+{"text":"Spring, 200X. Evening. _______ There is a ringing behind your ears. Your senses are dulled, and are wrestling with an internal static preventing you from regaining your grip on reality. For a moment you are stunned into forgetting the where and the why of the drama: that is what happens when you get caught in an explosion. Before numbness invaded your system a mysterious force smashed into the walls of your school. A villain appeared. You could never have predicted a villain showing up in your town of Hauteville. You and your class had little time to react. The entity collided with the building at lightning speed; demolishing one side of the school a flashy figure appeared. A rogue magical girl. The floor offers stability for your hands and knees to rely on, currently the most reliable object for support. The fuzz in your head vanishes at a snail's pace as teenagers scream in the chaos. \"This is revenge! I'm sick of being looked down upon! You only have yourselves to blame!\" the magical girl reasons. She looks familiar. There must be some sort of supernatural barrier from being recognized; but her looks and tone invoke a visceral response to your psyche. \"Where is she!?\" Clarity of mind returns little by little while the magical girl sows destruction. You also feel a mysterious energy inside you as well. Is it the sensation of your life in peril? Or something more? One of the first shards of clarity returns: your name is Gana. In this world, there are good magical girls and bad magical girls with monsters in between. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"I'm surprised that's the winning option and not 1 & 2. those at least have either scalling or versatility while 3 is only a passive boost that I doubt even at this early stage is better than the others"}
+{"text":"Saragossa Protocol. You can breach the identity protection of magical girls, and even identify them in civilian form. sounds like the most fun for this kind of quest Altaripa is just plain boring and Mayence is sorta redundant because we're already a psycho bully bitch metaphorically feeding on the suffering of others"}
+{"text":"OP ?"}
+{"text":"belated merry christmas"}
+{"text":"Belated Happy New Year as well"}
+{"text":"Your sprained ankle barely carrying you. The dull throbbing pain in your head at least numbs the pain in your shoulder and forearms. Though it does little to quell the pain in your side from your broken ribs. You glance over to the group of people behind you. Dressed in black school uniforms, roughly a dozen of them. They are all standing roughly ten-fifteen feet behind you. Looking at you with hate, and some fear in their eyes. They are clumped up together like posing for a group photo, and do not advance on you. Even though they've been kicking the hell out of you a minute ago. Then a long shadow descended from the direction the sun was setting, and covered you all. Forcing them to back off as if something physically pushed them away. \"Go on! Get out of here!\" their leader yells, but does not cross the long shadow. Whatever curses leave your mouth, they are barely a whisper, you cough as you continue. Away from them, away from your home. Following the distant figure that casts that long shadow. You look down upon yourself, and verify that your strongest asset is still there, surviving the battering. Your fist, you always had the meanest right punch Your leg, it started with kicking ball and soon it became kicking people Your abs, rock hard and keeping your organs mostly protected, helping stamina Write-in"}
+{"text":"C) Crawl closer to the boarded up windows and see what it is."}
+{"text":"C) Crawl closer to the boarded up windows and see what it is."}
+{"text":"Writing."}
+{"text":"\"Psst, where are you going?!\" Martin hisses at you in a very subdued manner. \"I gotta see what's going on.\" you reply, carefully moving beneath the level of the window, while the sounds do not cease. Getting close, you peek over the windowsill in a hole that's missing from one of the boards. Beneath the light of the streetlamps you see them. They can be mistaken for bald, pale humans if one looks at them from a distance, seeing only their head and shoulders. From this close you can see the long hunched, almost crouched stance, and their disproportionately long fingers with clawed tips. There are four of them circling around a person, 20 yards away. Making a cacophony of gurgling sounds as they snap their sharp teeth at the man, who has his back against the light, making him hard to see. One of the pale figures gets too close in their feral intimidation, and the man springs forth with a yell. For an instant, you can see a flash of silver between his fingers, but they are too far apart to hold any weapon. It's over the moment you see it, and the monster falls on the ground, head split. Now that your eyes are drawn to it, you see three more of them lying around with similar wounds. You don't have much time to look at, as the man changed his position and now you can see him fully. He is wearing long brown robes, and a lighter sash, but his clothing is not really in focus, as his most striking feature is his face. He has the smooth, polished head of an ant. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"A) Look for a job"}
+{"text":"The cold, crisp air of the surrounding environment chills you to the core. The city looks so different from above, the streetlights appearing like stars from below as you scale the sleek, ebony, dimly lit skyscraper. \"Reaper, do you read me? A calm and monotone voice buzzes through your earpiece. You sigh, the effort of scaling the building slowly wearing down even on your trained muscles. Holding the earpiece with a single finger as you hang off the building with your other hand suctioned on you press down on the auditory device. \"I read you, Crow. This important?\" You ask, only managing to mask the exhaustion in your tone very slightly. The voice on the other side tries to stifle a chuckle, \"You're nearing the entry point on the 60th floor, systems picking up multiple readings on the floor just above you. Remember.. our client wants this done quietly, you grab the USB from the floor above, get back to the breached entry, get the fuck out, preferably with no unnecessary casualties. You understanding me?\" The masculine voice asks. You look up, spotting the cut window still intact with it's frame you race up the remaining little bit of the building you have left. You press your hand against the window and.. CLICK The window comes out of the frame, your one suctioned hand sticking to it, stopping it from falling to the ground and alerting someone. You slip inside the building from the breached point and take off your climbing gear, placing everything in your black duffle bag hanging off your side. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Where's Spyder? Normally the sneaky stuff fires her up. Why's she not doing this gig?"}
+{"text":"Give me a rundown of the details for this job, Crow"}
+{"text":"So.. what DO we know about the client who hired us"}
+{"text":"Give me a rundown of the details for this job, Crow Eyes on the prize"}
+{"text":"Give me a rundown of the details for this job, Crow"}
+{"text":"It’s when I’m contemplating the optimal way of wasting my life away that there’s a knock on my office door. “Come in,” I grumble, threading the slightest bit of power to the sigil on my left pointer. You can never be too cautious. The door swings open, and in steps a woman wearing a sundress with enough color to give me an instant headache. I note she has four arms, four eyes, and skin leaning on a purple hue. Must be some type of Arachne, then, but the specifics of her parentage aren’t exactly my problem. She steps right up to my desk, fearless, and graces me with a smile rife with one too many fangs. I thread just a teensy, tiny bit more power into my defenses. Just in case. “Hullo, mister wizard!” The woman says in a voice a touch shriller than I expected. “My name’s Gina, I saw the papers you placed around town regarding your services, and I wish I could’ve greeted you earlier, oh, but I’ve been so busy the last week. I adore new arrivals, and magic, and–” “Yeah, hello to you too.” I wave a hand to stop her rambling before it splits my poor head open. “You got a magic problem that needs fixing, or…?” I stare up at her. Gina pauses for a moment, brain rebooting - if she even has one - and smiles wider. “Oh, yes, yes indeed I do! You see, there’s been something strange happening! I run a clothing shop down the street, and I’ve been hearing the strangest noises. It’s like something’s scampering around, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t even catch a glimpse of whatever it might be. I’m worried something sinister might be stalking around. Is it possible your magic might be able to sniff out the perpetrator? I can pay!” A rat? Is that what she wants me to deal with; a wizard, formerly of the Star Circle, reduced to dealing with rodents? I briefly wonder what my mentor would think of me now… if they even deigned to think of me at all after the incident. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"I tell the truth and say I don’t. I tell her I’m new in town and want to greet the mayor. Mention that we are a wizard, that puts us on the important people list."}
+{"text":"I ignore her completely and walk past her towards the stairs at the back. Dealing with this only wastes time. It’s not like a secretary is gonna kick my ass."}
+{"text":"I tell the truth and say I don’t. I tell her I’m new in town and want to greet the mayor. We clearly have no sense of prudence, so we might as well."}
+{"text":"I have faith in OP after how well the “turn all their clothes into pitch” write in was handled. Seems to be a good enough QM to not hit us with trap options in the first arc when we’re still figuring out the setting. Prudence has nothing to do with it."}
+{"text":"I tell the truth and say I don’t. I tell her I’m new in town and want to greet the mayor."}
+{"text":"You are a DUCK. You live a good life and enjoy a diet of worms, pondweed, amphibians, seeds, and of course, the occasional spattering of bread. Life has been slow at the pond. What do?"}
+{"text":"Ducky!"}
+{"text":"Despite your best instincts, try and fight."}
+{"text":"Maybe we can be a cool fighting duck someday Despite your best instincts, try and fight."}
+{"text":"Despite your best instincts, try and fight"}
+{"text":"RUNNING ISNT GONNA WORK, YOU IDIOT! FLY! FLY!"}
+{"text":"AI Overview Community theater quotes capture the passion, humor, and unique challenges of local stagecraft, focusing on shared human experience, the magic of collaboration, and the joy of live performance, with lines like \"The play was a great success, but the audience was a disaster\" (often attributed to Oscar Wilde) or \"Love the art in yourself, not yourself in the art\" (Julie Theobald) highlighting the dedication and quirks of the scene. You love these 85IQ simps. You're the new director for the local catlic theater. Ever since you were a kid, I mean, you're still a kid because where you are, you've got to be 65 to be not a kid. But anyways, ever since you were a kid, you've participated in all the theater stuffs every season without fail. Mostly at your same local theater, but also the summer camps and your college degree, and now it's finally happened, you've been chosen to be the new director. Who even are you? Garry Hermano Cunty McCuntface Sophy Artho Steven Johnguy Jeff Joo"}
+{"text":"Garry Hermano This guy has a good range of experience, and is one of the only two characters with an actual education in directing."}
+{"text":"one of the only two one of the three*"}
+{"text":"I have nothing to add, except that I'll lurk for now."}
+{"text":"It's been almost two weeks, has a decision been made? Yes, it's finally been made. We had alot of things to consider, but we're pretty sure we've made the best decision. The new director will be Sophy and Garry. Two directors? Well, not at the same time. But they'll both get to choose and direct individually. Is Steven Johnguy upset? No, of course not, he'll probably get the leads again. Lets announce the decision to everyone."}
+{"text":"Go on, introduce yourselves. \"Hello, everyone. If you don't know, I'm Sophy and this is Garry, and we're going to be the new directors! I have lots of ideas of the kinds of scenes you guys want to perform. I want to direct a rape scene, and with your guys' performing, it will be more realistic and engaging. I haven't decided yet if we're going to make a new play or do one that already has one in it, but we're definitely going to do a rape scene. It will probably involve Cunty, but who knows who else! It could be Steven or someone who's lurking that you don't even expect! I'm really looking forward to this year!\" \"Oh dear, I'm Garry, I'm really looking forward to work with you guys. I'm planning on directing things that have already been critically acclaimed and successful that will be a really good experience for everyone. Most of you haven't done book of mormon or wicked, and I think that's a really good place to start, instead of opera or whatever.\""}
+{"text":"Heliopolis has fallen. The ORB colony joining the many, many scars upon Space perpetuated by the Bloody Valentines War. Yet, from its Ashes and fragments, a Legend begins to wake, Soon to change the destiny amongst the stars of the whole earth sphere An Errant Comet, having begun its flight. Now sighted to light the way towards the Future of the Cosmic Era [ Allan Parsec has joined the Archangel Crew, Amado Koa is MiA, Mayano Arisman has joined the Crew of the Nemo ]"}
+{"text":"Were we close at all to stopping the colony from destruction? This mission was really difficult."}
+{"text":"Indeed. I'm also curious"}
+{"text":"A lot of the damage that Heliopolis had gotten in canon came from the fact the Archangel was pincered by D-Type mobile suits and had to use its weaponry within the colony to defend itself... Well than and indiscriminate fire from Miguel as well, which went unmitigated in this scenario. At least, in a way, the Archangel getting beaten up far worse than it did in Canon has made the situation far more dire to them but Heliopolis was as good as destroyed from the moment the Le Creuset Squad failed to capture the Strike"}
+{"text":"New Thread up!"}
+{"text":"(THIS QUEST'S CANON IGNORES THE EXISTENCE OF OTHER M, PRIME 4: BEYOND, AND CERTAIN PROMOTIONAL MATERIALS COMPLETELY) The year is 2XX1. In the wake of the Carrion Wars two years prior, the Galactic Federation has shattered completely. After the Civil War For Human Supremacy, the Galactic Federation was divided in two. The ousted old guard who welcomed aliens among it's ranks and leadership, and the new Federation for a new age. Many sweeping changes have happened as of late, the Federation now has a strict no aliens allowed policy for recruitment, combat, and leadership, the only exceptions being contracted bounty hunters. Just five months ago, our best soldier, Samus Aran, the sole inheritor of the now-extinct Chozo's technology, secrets and power suit betrayed the Federation and went AWOL when assigned to destroy a weapon of mass destruction being built by old guard insurgents along with their leaders. Her power suit has technology and equipment beyond anything we can comprehend, let alone assign to our troops, so this is an unacceptable loss. She must be found, brought to justice for her crimes, and stripped of her Chozo technology and secrets. This is where we are sending out an open invitation on DarkCommNet to FOUR bounty hunters, regardless of species or affiliation, to take on this mission of utmost importance. Your mission; travel to Kriken space, where there are rumors of a bounty hunter with a power suit and technology matching the description of Samus Aran has been taking contracts, many of which involve illicit activities and in some cases, assassination, and making a name for herself as \"the hunter\". We want her brought in dead or alive, and outside of Kriken Space. In the case of the former, please ensure that her corpse is intact enough to ensure the retrieval of genetic and organ materials. We cannot give you access to military support or formal supplies on your mission to Kriken space, as they are highly territorial, aggressive, and will declare war if Federation involvement is suspected, which we cannot afford with our current resources after the Carrion Wars. We can, however, ensure a handsome reward of nontaxed Galactic Standard Credits, as well as a blanket pardon for any past and future crimes committed. Please fill out the application below if you are of interest: Name Age Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"He's just writing out the lorepost. Trust the plan."}
+{"text":"QM kinda dipped. My dumbass decided to post this my finals week not realizing I wouldn't have free time until like the 18th so there's that. This post WILL be back at some point, but consider it to be formally abandoned until after then. I owe you all an apology, I considered that maybe I shouldn't have posted this so soon"}
+{"text":"You're the QM?"}
+{"text":"No sweat at all! Just glad you swung back in to give us some context. I'm down to wait if you're still game to run! Haven't seen any Metroid stuff on /qst/ in ages"}
+{"text":"Cheers m80"}
+{"text":"A world that grows only where you walk. Where you live. --- This is an experimental RPG thread. Every player receives an individual story, a personal starting point, and a mission crafted around the character they create. Because this is a test run, rare resets may happen, but I will do everything I can to avoid them. Only 6 slots are available. --- Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Perhaps you should go back 2 Reddit and tell them of your epic burn on the AI chuds?"}
+{"text":"[[Hello again, I'm alive. I'm having a turbulent day today. I was lucky to be able to continue now, My new neighbor lent me his Wi-Fi. Long story short.]] [[Before continuing with the runs, I need to clarify several of the meta posts that were left pending.]] [[I understand your concern. Since I met you, I've noticed that you're a guy who tries to explore what's possible and what's not. You have my full support for that. The premise of my world is to give you as close to free will as possible. But with that comes the weight of responsibility and consequences. You can try whatever you want, literally anything you want. You can start an unjustifiable massacre, you can start hunting down characters, simply because you want to. I'm not going to stop that. I'll simply narrate the consequences, but I can't guarantee you'll like them. I won't act in bad faith towards you; I'll just be brutally realistic, it's different. But if I may say so, I'm very proud to have had you as a player, even if you never participate again, I learned valuable things from you. I had to make drastic changes to my machine simply because you were playing intensely on it. That was wonderful. I hope that from now on I can implement even more.]] dice rolling system [[I didn't mention it, but at any point in the game you can request any type of roll as many times as you want, as long as you have a well-founded justification for each one. They will be subject to evaluation, but in practice I am certain that all your requests will be approved.]] regions and NPCs [[They're already predefined. Biomes, culture, population, but it's all blank. They exist, but they're gradually coming to life through your actions. For example, I already had a prince with a family, kingdom, and location, but that was all. Then someone with my registration \"did something\" with him, and now he has this mark, and this prince, technically speaking, It belongs intimately to this player. And now, with the context created, I can feed this prince lore without mercy. The people around him now exist within a context created by that player. I currently have a story based on pre-defined goals for this character to follow. This is literally his life's journey. That's what he exists for, after all, his player wanted it that way.]] Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"[[I've been thinking a lot about this post. I confess that looking at it now, I needed the time I spent getting here just to reflect on what you said and give you an appropriate response, even if you're not there to read. Out of respect for your disapproval of the superficiality that ChatGPT brings to my words, I will only use Google Translate in this post.]] about not being able [[The only thing I can't do competently is narrate in English, because I don't know how to speak English. It sounds strange, but I'm at a stage of learning where I can only read and listen, but I can't express myself properly, let alone narrate. The most I can do is narrate and then translate with a translator, but even then it will sound awful. In that respect, there's no way I can even argue against it.]] [[I can count on my fingers how many times I've been a gm, but I've lost count of how many times I've played. And every time I play, Especially when I create something new adapted to my system, it stays in my head as a learning experience. So I go on and on, creating entire villages in my head with just one character that I create. One thing I can say with authority is that being a gm is for those who enjoy it, because it's not easy at all. If you are committed to bringing an experience to your players, you will have struggles. I feel the weight when you represent them in your actions, just as it offends me because it's as if I were against it, as if I were a cancer that competes with and tramples those who deserve space. But I have no intention of stopping. What I can do is learn English and try to create 100% personal narrations, using the system to facilitate immersion in the world. Putting an ID into an individual player's head so they can play however they want without worrying about destroying the world or my head is something that ChatGPT provides me with.]] [[Know that I understand your premise and that I will use your message to one day actually narrate 100% organically and without a translator, just don't expect that to happen today. Not in this robust and complex system.]]"}
+{"text":"[[You know, I wish you'd just been up front about being ESL, I know a lot of anons here are assholes about that but I can understand why it might make you feel insecure or want to rely on ChatGPT. I would still rather bounce, I need to focus on my own quests I'm running anyways, it is hard like you said. You've got my very express permission to use Horatio as an NPC, I hope you do something interesting with him and he becomes a memorable part of your world.]]"}
+{"text":"[[If you change your mind, your adventure will be here. Since, despite your disappointment in me, you've genuinely shown interest and enthusiasm in my work, please tell me, the only thing that bothers you is the fact that I use AI to narrate for me? If not, what else could I be doing to redeem myself?]] [[Your work is very good, and I'm interested in going on an adventure that includes you in the world. The problem is that I'm not prepared to deal with other races; it's going to be a tremendous culture shock, even if I establish 100% tolerance between races (which it wouldn't be so interesting in my opinion). I don't want to dismiss anything you've posted; I can imagine a whole world inside your head just waiting to be extracted and used here, but I need your help to understand what you mean by \"elf.\" What is your basic understanding of what an elf is? Where do you draw your inspiration from?]] [[Nah, your character has a lot of potential and can do a lot more. I can create NPCs, and you are the soul of Horatio, and as honored as I would be to use you as an NPC, I simply want to see him alive, doing things that go beyond my perspective and control. We just get started. My biggest mistake and disrespect was not creating my own NPCs to bring your journey to life, something I corrected that day but haven't had time to narrate the continuation yet. I studied tribes, the influences of the season on the environment, and I did some simulations just so you wouldn't feel abandoned in a void without existence. Even if you don't come back, you added a lot to my life and I will always be grateful for knowing Horatio.]]"}
+{"text":"Within the walls of an abandoned café, a scheme begins to form, the take down of one of the most prominent figures of the city’s underworld will soon go underway. Preparations are happening, and you’re at the heart of it. After your short date with Celia concluded, she asked for a favor, to force her biological father to face justice: the head of the mafia, Gianluigi Youhao. You’ll be handsomely repaid for your efforts. The assault team consists of 5 key members: You, Aurora Dewitt, Charlotte ‘Crossbill’ Summers, Celia Youhao (?), and Beanie Hedgehog. Beanie Hedgehog consists of 4 key members: A Beanie Hedgehog doll, Veranica Mouseson, Liu Yeong, and Lydie Zexian all inside a trench coat. During your review of the potential threats, it was revealed that one of the biggest ones is the man you defeated in a Go-Kart race, ‘Titan #1’ Jielun Zexian is Loud Lydie’s brother. Small world. Shortly after a barrage of questions for the Golden Peak Academy Ace (that went unanswered), the second degree sisters returned to get up to speed with what had been discussed. To recap quickly, the three threats discussed so far are: -Former Assembly Member and Current Ka-Shing lackey — Joe Riddle. -Former Assembly Member, Former Prisoner who you liberated during the raid, and Supposed Member of the Youhao Clan — Sasha Langdon. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"[*The Real* Part 5 — A Call with Meredith Steen.] The conversation went a little off-topic with Rora’s question. There isn’t much to say, but there’s a point undisclosed: What will Lady Steen do with this information? “That’s the only question I have!” Rora doesn’t want to take anyone’s time. “Well, until we hang out!” “I have a question of my own.” You adjust your glasses. “Lady Steen, tell us, what’s your next move? I doubt you’re going to wait with your arms crossed until this is over.” “Wicked as it may sound, opportunities rise in time of crisis.” Lady Steen is almost flattered by your question. “I shall move to City Hall and determine who’d I want to owe me favor.” “You’re not going to be in favor of the Youhao Clan, right?” You wonder. “I enjoy risky bets, not losing ones.” Lady Steen sees no future in the mafia. “And to go against you? I’m going to lose more than what I’m bargaining for.” “Yeah, you better not! We know where you live and we totally can steal your stuff.” Aurora threatens. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"“Oh yeah, why isn’t Bubbles here? I miss her cute silly face.” Aurora laments that there’s no Honey Bubbles reunion. “It was supposed to be a small mission that has gone a lil’ overboard...” You admit as you look at the overwhelming number of members. “You dare to question Beanie Hedgehog’s inclusion? We’re a totem of excellency.” Lydie speaks for the plushy. “...And if we need more help, I’ll call her up.” You ignore the doll’s inane dialogue. “She sounded pretty engaged, all things considered. Right time, right place for her help over there.” Vera relies. “Anyway, let’s resume my briefing!” “Our.” Crossbill was part of it. She even initiated it. This woman is cheeky. “Yeah, yeah, it’s a team meeting and all that.” Vera utterly ignores what the bird meant, and starts checking her notes. “We talked about Joe, we talked about Sasha, we talked about Lydie’s lame brother.” Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Thanks for running! Happy holidays!"}
+{"text":"Thanks for running!"}
+{"text":"Thanks for running. Merry Christmas!"}
+{"text":"I don't know why captcha is so ass outside of hiroshimoot doing a hiroshimoot, but I do know it's meant to filter absolute peabrains like me from posting. :("}
+{"text":"Soon indeed. Don't know what verify email you're seeing, but as for captcha they only need one thing in common. Even if it's as simple as same border width on the different shapes, or two the same color, or same number of dots. Robot detected! Get this clanker!"}
+{"text":"I pick the only ones that look remotely different or every image isn't related to each other in any way, its fucking retarded. EVERY IMAGE IS GOD DAMN DIFFERENT, WHAT THE FUCK AM I EXPECTED TO THINK IS THE SAME! I cant even post because the fucking captcha keeps throwing random shit on the screen that has no consistency for anything! AM I SUPPOSED TO PAY ATTENTION TO THE BACKGROUND THAT SHIFTS EVERY TIME, AM I SUPPOSED TO PAY ATTENTION TO THE SIZE OF THE SHIT ON THE IMAGE THAT IS DIFFERENT FOR EACH ONE, WHAT THE FUCK IS THE THOUGHT BEHIND THIS?! I gotta skip this run DG, this shit is fucking infuriating because it makes no damn sense. Make Gookmoot and character so we can murder him slowly with Force lightning."}
+{"text":"from my experience it's the amount of shapes, how big the shapes are, which shapes have no pairs, if the letters are different colors or if they're mirrored, stuff like that. Pretty sure it doesn't stop bots though, there's probably something they do to the site itself to slip by and start shitposting. Or maybe they just borrow IPs of humans that did enough captchas and start spamming."}
+{"text":"It's TIME!"}
+{"text":"Your name is Vincent Cruz. You work in a shady government-backed facility in the middle of the New Mexico desert. By all accounts, you are a complete and total nobody to the Powers That Be. You've managed to survive the last 7 days at your job. Your job, of course, involves studying and researching dangerous anomalous entities in order to make money for the Abnormality Regulation Coalition (also known as ARC). In fact, you survived long enough to get promoted from Level 0 to Level 1. You're no longer on the bottom of the totem pole but you're still so, so far away from the top. Five more ranks to go and who's to say you'll survive long enough to reach the top? If you're going to die here, at least you're going to die at the top. You've climbed dozens upon dozens of corporate ladders, what's one more, after all? It's the only life you've known so you might as well get comfortable with it. As for a recap of some notable things that happened recently? You accidently stumbled across Liz getting herself involved in office politics. While you don't care about getting yourself entangled in them, you decided to keep an eye on Liz to make sure she won't do something she'll regret. You also learnt that one of your coworkers, Ashton, is an aberrant cannibalistic human called a 'Harvester'. For a while you thought her unconditional kindness to you was a mask for something but no, apparently she really see you as a friend. Instead of a meal, thankfully. A dream you had last night still lingers in the back of your mind. It was the only decision you could've made, it was the only right decision, you had to leave that house. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"\"I want to help my fellow man. Helping them with their own burdens.\" A foolish dream."}
+{"text":"write-in You know, FET, if someone had asked me that two weeks ago I'd probably have either brushed it off as a don't know, don't care type of thing or I would've talked about my obligations, as that was all I've ever truly known. Now? I find myself wanting to help my fellow humans - or at least some of them. And I remember things. Things that were buried deep inside of me. I want to learn more about myself and help my friends along the way. I guess, my purpose right now is ... finding my purpose, if that makes any sense?"}
+{"text":"\"I want to help my fellow man. Helping them with their own burdens.\" A foolish dream. Yes, a foolish dream perhaps, but better than just being a nihilistic, self-pitying, hateful mess, soulless corporate drones, rolling over and being swept away by misery. We can do good even if it's small, maybe even reform ARC if possible to degree. We should endure all that will come."}
+{"text":"+1 Man, FET’s act is getting *very* sophisticated, *very* fast. Think he’s at a point where he’ll appreciate a more complex response."}
+{"text":"+1"}
+{"text":"Miles of highway condense together in your head as you watch the yellow lines pass under you. You hated long drives, especially with passengers that don’t appreciate your music taste. You reached into the console and pulled out your pack of cigarettes with the lighter inside. You put the last cigarette in your mouth and tried to light it but with no success. “Almost got it,” you whispered to no one in particular. You kept steering with one hand as you grabbed the lighter and lit it, letting the smoke escape out the slightly cracked window. You were almost coordinated enough to use your telekinesis to smoke. To your right sleeping in the passenger seat was your resident telepath, Denise. Sprawled out in both seats behind you was the precog, Cassandra. That’s how you knew it would be an uninteresting trip, based on how relaxed she looks. It was just going to be a routine mission, a snatch and grab. You didn’t care for the details of who you were kidnapping, you only knew he was a natural psychic. He must have been caught in the act of using it, intentionally or not. About one percent of the population are born with a certain organ attached to their brain stem known as the Sigmata. Most who have it won’t even realize they are mutants with its effect being so weak. The powerlifter who unknowingly channels telekinesis into his muscles to help with his lift or the charismatic celebrity who everyone loves for no particular reason, both examples of natural born psychics that are harmless. They can still far outperform any non-mutant but have modest achievements and don’t break the veil of secrecy. On the other hand there are some psychics who have to be controlled, the pyromaniac who realizes if he focuses enough he can start a flame with his mind or the dictator who could compel people to commit genocide with his voice alone. To make these people disappear is the job of the secret government organization known as the Department of Psychic Studies."}
+{"text":"Destroy DPS's extraction systems and let the alien scan my intent freely to prove that we will limit and not abuse our powers"}
+{"text":"Agree. Humans are too violent and dangerous. Strip psychic power away from us, we cannot use it responsibly."}
+{"text":"You had an idea, you projected it, “Intent.” Intent was the key, psychic powers could be used for good and not violence. You would use them to save the world. The alien seemed to dismiss you, “Insufficient.” It wasn’t good enough for the alien. One human’s intent wasn’t a promise for humanity. The massive alien turned around, ready to fly away. You had one more try. “Love.” The alien turned around and cocked its head, “Incomplete.” It didn’t understand. So you projected your memories. Denise saving you from the robber, her bandaging your hands, laughing in the restaurant. The alien straightened out like it understood, “Bond.” It was getting there, you projected the fight with Darby, how you did it to protect her. The choice to drop the pillar knowing it might kill you as well knowing it would keep her safe. “Sacrifice.” Yes, it was beginning to understand. Humanity had the ability to self sacrifice for those they loved. Therefore violence was not the end but the means. You tried again, “Love.” You were a psychic soldier, who knew no parents, and were raised for one purpose which was violence. Even you were capable of love, so humanity was capable of being saved. The stars in the alien’s eyes twinkled, Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Eventually the fleet arrived, Roswell projected one last message to you before disappearing forever. Roswell extended his hand and waved it awkwardly, a practiced human behavior but a meaningful gesture nonetheless. “Farewell.” With that he flew upward into the massive starship that sat just out of the atmosphere. They left a signal beacon, so that all psychics could continue to use their powers for good. The ships disappeared from all detection systems, nobody knew where in the universe they went. As you pushed the waist high snow from the outside of the cabin, Dimitri popped his head out the door. “Aiden, you come inside now. Work more later.” Inside Denise and her mom Petra had prepared the reindeer meat into a great Christmas meal. The fireplace burned hot, warming up the whole place nicely. You sat down to eat as you were starving from all the work Dimitri had made you do. You couldn’t help yourself and you dug in. “Aiden, pass salt.” You gripped it with your kinesis, but not quite dexterous enough, you spilled it. Everyone laughed, “Use hands next time.” Petra asked Denise something in Russian you couldn’t understand, she looked to dismiss it. Dimitri didn’t seem to mind translating, “She says when will you marry?” You got taken by surprise, blood rushed into your face, maybe it was too hot in this cabin. “Oh.” Denise was not having it, “Dad!” Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"I know this was rushed I just can't prove it"}
+{"text":"You are a CANONICALLY HOMOSEXUAL wizard man. You have an EPIC STAFF and also a WITCH'S BROOMSTICK which feels PRETTY REDUNDANT you think. You were thinking of hitting up a REDBOX to pick up a straight-to-dvd BROOMSPELL which is something like a MOVIE (your broom doubles as a DVD player) But first, what is your name?"}
+{"text":"as a GAY WIZARD myself, I am more fond of STEMcel PhD holders as with that I can JERK OFF more regularly"}
+{"text":"The bonebeast waits patiently as you fire off an email using Wiz.com GAYRO, I AM ABLE TO COVER THE COSTS, JUST PLEASE HURRY ASAP!! I NEED YOUR MAGIC IMMEDIATELY!!!! That should get the lad out of bed. However, you're not really sure how you can restore his magic. In order to gain a smiting lightstuff constitution one must absorb a DYING WHITE DWARF STAR. Maybe you should search for something more readily available for him to reconstitute with in the mean time?"}
+{"text":"Take the skeleton apart, put the bones in my anus, and start an Onlyfans"}
+{"text":"Yeah start only fans to collect money to purchase a dying white dwarf star"}
+{"text":"Sword? Use the sword? Although sword magic may not be the best against these bonebeasts...."}
+{"text":"Your name is (name), you are from a small unknown village, in some forest nobody cares about. Your village has a small church where you and your family visit every weekend, your father is a farmer like most people here, wheat's the largest export in this village and what keeps everyone fed when there isn't a drought. You have 2 siblings, your older brother and your older sister, you never really connected with them, and you think they may actually dislike you, you are quite a bit younger than them. Your mother is too weak to farm and so she is the village weaver, she learned how to weave from your late grandmother, your mother has also inherited some books from your grandfather, so you and your siblings are one of the few literate people in the village. When the taxmen come every half-year some merchants also follow them due to the taxmen's guradforce, you like to borrow and read some books from the nice merchants before they leave, you are too poor to afford to buy books, so you are quite grateful that they let you just borrow and read some books, you think it's a novelty to them to encounter a literate villager. Aside from all of that, you are quite a loner, you never really connected with anybody in the village, not even your parents, but you aren't bothered with that, you prefer being alone with your books. You always dreamt of leaving your backwater village, you always thought higher of yourself than most of your peers, that could be a contributing factor to your isolation, but nontheless you held that belief your whole life. When you were a child you already hoped for something better, 'how could no one here aspire for something more?' you've asked yourself time and time again, there had to more to life than farming and praying. You never had the opportunity to leave the village, your father would always shout at you that \"It's too dangerous to leave! you'll die out there!\", of course you never believed him, but rules are rules, you wouldn't want to incur your father's wrath by going out. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"retard can't read Kill yourself."}
+{"text":"almost forgot boud this quest"}
+{"text":"I'll run it as a one-shot and I have run something before. I think I'll manage."}
+{"text":"I'm surprised you know what \"the lights are bright\" means in this context."}
+{"text":"I've followed through and made the one-shot real. Hope it lives up to the groundwork set up here."}
+{"text":"The radiant summer sun shone down upon the verdant sylvan landscape; these fair meadows and groves had an ethereal quality that was, of course, a vestige of the faewild of old. The sight of its remnant had been among the most enchanting things you had ever seen. And yet, you couldn't help escape the burden that was so heavily laden upon your head; the crown may be kept safely in the vaults under the Albrechtsburg, but its weight never quite left your head. It was among the elder days of the 13th century, the year 1275 to be exact. And the kingdom of Greifswald was at peace. Still, as far as realms were concerned, yours was still young, for it had been but thirteen years since the formal proclamation of the kingdom, though in truth, it has existed as a polity since 1241, though only as a dukedom. 34 years of an Adlershorst upon the throne, though the lineage stretched back further; by the standards of the continent, the royal bloodline was virtually new money. Now, in the waning years of the 13th century, the king and court are engaged upon a tour of the northern fiefs, solidifying alliances and ensuring the loyalty of vassals. Yet things are not as they should be; monks travel and do not greet their king, and nobles leave their estates and disappear, only for them to resurface in strange and secretive gatherings. It wasn't rebellion, or at least, it hadn't been able to coalesce into one, but your suspicions were brewing. War you knew; compared to the soldierly simplicity of that life, dealing with the two-faced members of the aristocracy was something you had grown into, but you still perceived the practice with distaste. It is not that you don't enjoy the pleasure of conversation with some wine and roasted pork, but you would prefer it without the threat of walking yourself into a verbal trap, where you would need to extricate yourself with utmost courtesy. All in all, the tour has had mixed results; the count of Hoenstein had provided you with some useful information regarding one Oskar von Schmallhausen and a Hedwig von Merckhayn, though what they were up to is a bit of a puzzle. On the other hand, your visit with the burgrave of Dornheim was nothing short of an unmitigated disaster. You said a few things were maybe a tad bit high-handed, he retorted in kind, and you left as soon as you had come, before he would tear up his contract of vassalage to you or do something worse. The matter left a bitter, though perhaps sour, taste in your mouth, and you didn't really feel like continuing this tour, or at least wanted to speed it up for your sake. If anything, the nobles should come to you; if all of them were in Ritterbach, there would be no more of this. But what was started should be seen through... General links of varying importance. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"The early watch"}
+{"text":"The early watch"}
+{"text":"The early watch"}
+{"text":"The late watch Wake up early."}
+{"text":"The early watch"}
+{"text":"\"You feel there was a great injustice in your home and feel powerless to amend it here. Is that right? There is power here, Asli, more than any bow, however well-strung, could wield. The sultan has that power. If you reach his ear, that could be yours to use.\"  Your words could be like honeyed poison. \"Be tender, be polite, sooth him whenever he is feeling glum, comfort him when he is feeling weak. Temper his anger, through affection, you can gain freedom, for what does man love more than woman? Freedom, my dear, shall be yours, and I shall help you gain it.\" She looked at you with expectant eyes before she reached out and patted you on the head. \"You have quite the way with words, my little dragon. Though you are no bird, you remind me of a sable raptor my brother had; quite the hunter it was.\"  She rose up from her cushions. \"But I shall do as you ask; I will present myself before the sultan tonight and see what may happen.\"  And so she walked off, without saying another word. A month passed, and young Asli found herself suddenly rising through the ranks of the harem. Though she couldn't yet claim to be sultana, a position currently claimed by the daughter of a local nomad chief, she had become about the fifteenth most favoured wife of the sultan, and, considering how he had about fifty of them, that was no small achievement. She isn't under your spell, or at least not yet, but such things take time to complete, and you were more than willing to wait. Close to the gardens, they had managed to scrounge up enough room for you to live in as your own personal chamber, and though the officials were on occasion sent to gawk at the most prestigious beast in the zoo of the royal court, they never dared to enter your private quarters, where Erassyl and Mortharn also lived, who, formally at least, were your caretakers. So on occasion, to keep up appearances, she cut your claws a tad or plucked off old scales. But when they were away, you could plot and scheme to your heart's content; obviously, this Sultane must be subverted from the inside. But you have only your connection into the harem, and there are more pillars which must be pulled; only then would this rising power fall. I must investigate this cult of Nisharr and see how chosen the sultan really is. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"I must investigate this cult of Nisharr"}
+{"text":"I have an inroad with the harem; now to get one with the eunuchs."}
+{"text":"I must investigate this cult of Nisharr and see how chosen the sultan really is. I must confess some curiosity."}
+{"text":"Time to see what the factions at court are and which one I can best align with."}
+{"text":"This is a collab quest that didn't take off on /i/ so I'm moving it here. It started with submissions from other anons but I'm going to turn it into my own drawquest. I was going to make a Medabots one but the anime is too precious for me to ruin it. I also need to test the waters for some matters. Wait until I finish dumping if you're participating, thanks."}
+{"text":"alright, changing to crab hammer"}
+{"text":"Rolled 13 + 2 (1d20 + 2) Rolling for the strength of Bert's Close Combat (+2 for the bulk up) Crabhammer Yes I forgot to do it."}
+{"text":"Is STAB a thing in this quest btw?"}
+{"text":"Yes, that's why Bert got fucked up by the pecking and Lobby will take considerable damage regardless of his resistance. I could add the stab as a \"+1\" to the roll. Still, there's no official formula yet but the rolls effect is there."}
+{"text":"Good, it's the reason I chose Crabhammer, since I assume Lobby is water type."}
+{"text":"Violence. Repugnant, alluring, superfluous, indispensable…. You remember primary school: running past metal doors and out into the recess playground, the teachers would always say \"don't play rough.\" But inevitably someone would cross the line, and pushes and kicks and punches would be thrown over a crude joke or a prank, or for any one of a million stupid reasons. You were never one of the offenders. But you do remember a close friends being a frequent troublemaker and an almost semi-permanent fixture inside the principal's office; on returning he would parody the principal's lecture in a faux serious voice—”propriety this, behavior that,” and other such things that kids liked to make fun of. But at the end of whatever day he'd decided to make trouble, you would always spot him sitting on a chair inside a bereft classroom, looking downcast. Then you'd see his mother and the homeroom teacher deep in conversation, walking down the hallway and entering the room, closing the door behind them. The following day he'd always return muted and solemn, and no roughhousing would occur for several days. You'd learn many years later that at dinner, when his father would ask \"How was everyone's day,\" his mother would report on her son's mischief. Sometimes his father would wait until after dinner to bring out his belt. Other times, right there and then, he would administer his displeasure. It befuddled you. Education at the point of the sword—a paradox if ever you saw one. But it wasn't something you ever personally experienced growing up, getting \"disciplined\" in that manner. Your father… wasn’t around much Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Alright Cops 57. And the ??? got 91."}
+{"text":"You didn't expect to be woken and find a pair of police cars flashing their cruise lights in the middle of a run down motel’s parking lot. There was a single lit room, its door agape with two officers standing right outside. One of which, at the sight of your car, motioned for it to drive in and park a few spaces to the left. Ilse followed his orders and brought the car to stop. As the officer walked over she nudged you to lower the window. He came by the passengers side and leaned forward with a hand near his holster. He was in his 40s, equipped with a burly pair of arms and a razor sharp jawline that combined to give a bellicose air to him, though he relaxed at the sight of a woman at the wheel and a boy in the passenger seat. “It's mighty late to be traveling round these parts.” He glanced back to the door where a raven haired woman had come out to talk to the remaining deputy. “We had a violent incident and speaking truthfully the culprit is most likely out on the road.” Ilse gave him an assuaging smile. “I wouldn't worry about that officer.” From under her seat she revealed a metal box, opening it to showcase a sleek silver pistol and a slew of papers which she took and held out for the officer to inspect. He read through the pages before finally looking up and handing them back. “Well Ms Haldern, permits for every county in the state, even New York City.” He was unable to hide his wonderment. “I won't deny that I'm curious as to how a civilian has more permits than a Sheriff, but right now I've got my hands full. If you're traveling any further north than Serenity, I advise you not to.” “I never caught your name, Sheriff…?” “Sheriff McDaniels.” “Like I said Sheriff McDaniels, you don’t need to worry, neither for our safety on the road or for our destination. We are actually headed for Serenity, we’ll be staying there for some time.” Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"You rolled up the windows, the engine was rumbling and the tires were beginning to spin when you looked over to the room. You thought about your accident, how you had someone to help you. And you wondered if the woman and the girl that stood next to her had people looking out for them. Ilse could sense something brewing in your thoughts, she gave you a look, daring you to do something capricious. We should help them Nevermind"}
+{"text":"We should help them"}
+{"text":"We should help them"}
+{"text":"You're the only one being an obnoxious sperg, and we're sending you to the Cobalt Correctional Facility to be Re-Blued."}
+{"text":"Sure thing, faggot bitch."}
+{"text":"Blue are the people here who polkapound Blue like anon who is starting to cry Blue are the posts I make about my kink Just one more look at that yellow would set me free"}
+{"text":"What's your problem?"}
+{"text":"\"Cute\" You chirp, seeing some resemblance in the ball of fire and your own soul's ghost flame appearance, and then, you mimic one of the punches the crow king threw at you, back in his tournament. Oddly. Your hellfire didn't feel as harshly, bitterly cold as his had. It was rather relaxing, almost soothing. Kind of like the coolness of a corpse. And from the sounding of the gardens bell, told you that the time for the last stage of the tournament had begun, and that meant everyone had heard your decision to host it on the Moon. Since golden cores clashing in your garden would wreck it. And probably cause causalities in the audience. Which just wouldn't do. They were your people and guests. And a proper monarch ensured the well being of her people and the safety of her guests before her own. Golden Cores were rare. And ones of quality were even rarer. That meant you only had a few serious rivals to consider, and you already marked your biggest one and prepared to give him a humbling ass beating. But there were two places left in the bracket for the first contest, the martial arts/ combat contest. The one on one duels that the crowds have enjoyed so much. You'd purposefully done that, since one would be the first match of the bracket and the other would be in the last. And had put this part of the tournament before the others, since its what everyone wanted. Including yourself. And the logistics behind the scholarly, tactical, and other trials would be...a real headache. As would be the free for all brawl if there were enough golden cores capable of standing after the one on one matches... Anyways. You'd left those spots open for a reason. And that was to decide when you'd get into the tournament, since everyone wanted to see your match, so it'd be the best start or the one to keep everyone waiting on baited breath. There was a second reason, and that was to put Sheshou on the other side of the contest, to make everyone hold their breathes and wonder if you and your rival would meet in the final match Heh-Heh-Heh-Heh. Double Vote! Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Second Bracket, Last Match. Against Xue Long (Fateful Encounter: Heir of Winter, Mother's Son) Ling Wucai, in his hermit disguise"}
+{"text":"First bracket, First Match. Against Xiannu (Fateful Encounter: Goddess of the war festival) Ling Wucai, in his hermit disguise"}
+{"text":"First bracket, First Match. Against Xiannu (Fateful Encounter: Goddess of the war festival) Ling Wucai, in his hermit disguise"}
+{"text":"Support"}
+{"text":"You are a Wizard and it is high time that you build a tower. What do you mean you look like a witch? Silver hair? Black clothes? Skull motifs? The spooky gothic ruby choker that your old party's paladin never snapped with his ever-victorious pure-white Holy Sword because he was a thick-headed himbo who didn't know how to read the fucking mood and accept your many invitations into your atelier? No that's just your preferred aesthetic. Your tender taught you that human men - especially handsome paladins - wanted big tiddy goth mommies, and as an elf you can do two of those three things. Your tits? Biggest in your decantation batch. Your aesthetic? Humans consider it goth, especially since your specialized school of study is necromancy. Your ability to bear children and become a \"mommy\"? Well, you don't have a womb, but nothing's stopping you from growing a child in your atelier with some blood from you and your husband. If you had one. You don't. This is a problem. No one wants to marry an elf after her two hundred and fiftieth birthday. Twelve adventuring parties came and went throughout your career as a wizard, and every fucking time the Paladin or Warrior's childhood friend - usually a priestess who stood in the back row, squealed in terror, and cast heal cure spells - won before you could even shoot your shot. So now you're three hundred years old (and have been so for over two centuries), exhausted, single, a virgin who has never even seen a man's sword outside of paintings. Not for lack of trying. Sun above and moon below you tried. You even went as far as to strip naked and walk into a camp of savage orcs rumored to take human women for their vile pleasures... only for their warchief to throw his cloak over you, take you aside, and explain quite clearly that orcs don't work like that. All male orcs may be, just as elves are always female, their reproduction is tied to battle and so most aren't keen on using their clubs like that. The \"breeding pits\" you read about in the Central Library were the perfidious lies of the Holy Church. How dare they give you hope. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"I wish. Just kinda burnt out. Sorry for going incommunicado. Consider this quest on indefinite hiatus."}
+{"text":"o7"}
+{"text":"You're a talented writer with a powerful imagination, and a pleasant QM to banter with. Wishing you well and a lot of rest, thanks for running this, it was a real gas while it lasted."}
+{"text":"Was a blast having you. Thanks! +1 to get well and have lotsa rest"}
+{"text":"Thanks for running. See you around, and happy new year!"}
+{"text":"*Universal Century 0079* What began as a bid for autonomy in Side 3 erupted into the most devastating war humanity has ever witnessed. Half of all human lives have already been lost in the first month alone. Entire colonies became tombs. Fleets lost to the vast silence of space. Countless cities on Earth reduced to rubble. And now, in the aftermath of Operation British and Zeon's planetary invasion, one truth has become undeniable: Mobile suits rule the battlefield. The Principality of Zeon’s Zaku had reshaped warfare overnight. Now the Federation is scrambling, desperate, bleeding, trying to catch up before they lose the war entirely. Somewhere beneath the humid jungles of South America, the Federation begins a secret race against time. You are ***Ian Voss***. *Rank:* Lieutenant 1st Class *Assignment:* Join the Federation’s experimental “1st MS Team,” a prototype mobile-suit evaluation unit tasked with field-testing captured Zeon technology and accelerating the Federation’s crash-program to catch up in MS warfare. *Location:* Testing Annex 17, a dummy installation linked to Jaburo by a network of underground rail tunnels. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Rolled 66 - 5 (1d100 - 5)"}
+{"text":"Rolled 19 + 5 (1d100 + 5) Rolling"}
+{"text":"Rolled 20 - 5 (1d100 - 5)"}
+{"text":"Highest roll of 66 scrapes us through with a success, writing now."}
+{"text":"Still here hoping for more, boss."}
+{"text":"You awake on a deserted island. You don't know where you are. You don't know how you got there. You'd probably be royally fucked if it weren't for the fact that you happen to be carrying three things with you. What three things are you carrying? (one item at a time)"}
+{"text":"Should have known it wasn't going to be so shrimple."}
+{"text":"The lobster used its time-stop ability on the QM. The fiend!"}
+{"text":"Why this quest reminds me of the MultiUser Dungeon game I used to play when I was a kid. Also cool thread"}
+{"text":"Maneuver AROUND the lobster. It will try to bend around in response and expose its articulating membrane. Then use your sword to pierce it."}
+{"text":"Anon, QM hasn't updated or posted anything in almost two weeks..."}
+{"text":"Guide your Schizo to Greatness or imprisonment within a mental health facility or both! You are an anonymous young man in his 20s who has recently come down with schizophrenia and your job is to guide this youth towards a number of different paths all up to you the voters! Have him go down the old boring route as a homeless vagrant or have him become a Orthodox Christian monk living in a monastery or turn him into a radical Satanic right wing insurgent or make bank as a lolcow...the possibilities are endless and all up to YOU! (How this works is that I will present a list of options which you choose and vote for as a collective or you can submit your own option/action/event and vote for that and the ones with the most votes wins! I will check this every day or 24 hours and thus voting closes once I put up a new post!) You've been going about your daily routine, taking care of chores, schooling and/or work, going about your life as a daily cog in the machine of society when SUDDENLY....you begin hearing voices...strange voices.....voices which frighten you. Choose the nature of your auditory hallucinations: A.) Divine: The voices beckon you towards the light, towards divinity, soothing and comforting but with a dash of righteousness to go along with grace and mercy B.) Demonic: The voices are gnashing of teeth and screeches of rage, they whisper such deviant things into your ear, things which frighten (and at some base level, intrigue) you. C.) Narcissistic: The voices declare you a god, the only god, a superhuman, and many other pompous titles and recognition of your inner greatness. Do you take the mantle? Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"A.) Divine: The voices beckon you towards the light, towards divinity, soothing and comforting but with a dash of righteousness to go along with grace and mercy"}
+{"text":"it's fine, as long as you remember to come each day to doot we can run it"}
+{"text":"D.) Paranoid: The voices take the form of hearing others whisper your demise, hearing secret codes, seeing secret symbols and language among innocuous things. Bet QM forgot this thread"}
+{"text":"C.) Narcissistic: The voices declare you a god, the only god, a superhuman, and many other pompous titles and recognition of your inner greatness. Do you take the mantle?"}
+{"text":"c'mon op, come back"}
+{"text":"War War Never Changes. They finally fucking did it. The bombs fell not long ago. The world is over. No more people. Just shambling radioactive corpses. No more nations, just glowing craters, dust, and shadows of people that once were. No more seasons, just nuclear winter. Shopping? No such thing. Have fun struggling to find a drop of water or a crumb of food that won't kill you. The RADS oh god the fucking RADS, inescapable and everpresent. Truly the end of the world. Rapture maybe happened and whatever is left...well, most people are quickly giving up on God. Kinda hard to keep believing when the world ended, and you were left behind. Except for the zealots, anyway, but those guys are crazy as the cannibalistic raiders. That isn't even getting into all the weird shit that keeps happening and becoming. Makes you wish it was 'just' a nuclear winter. Walking corpses. Mutants. Inexplicable anomalies. Unnatural terrain. Strange whispers that you aren't the only one hearing. Honestly, it just keeps getting worse...especially with everything you have to do just to 'survive'. Living...living is just a luxury that only the pre war world got to enjoy. You meanwhile, are just another poor sucker caught up in this clusterfuck, trying to survive. (This quest will be ripping heavily from games like Fallout, Metro, Stalker, and Bioshock basically anything that fits within the setting theme to keep things interesting) Character Creation You may choose any trait from any game OR include a custom option that may be vetoed by me IF it's too unbalanced. Custom traits MUST include both positive and negative effects otherwise, it's an automatic veto. The first character will be a young male because this is about a dynasty over the generations. So long as you have a living family member the game will not end however, your characters can and WILL die over time. Anyway the last character DIED without offspring, resulting in game over, so now it's a restart with some adjustments. So here we go again. I wasn't joking about the difficulty..."}
+{"text":"Take your time and please be well QM."}
+{"text":"Rolled 42 (1d100) \"I uh...choose red I mean knowledge,\" you state. Muwahahah told you so! He's always been one of mine. Long before you two showed up! Really I'm the one whose offer he accepted first! Stop being such a sore loser. Say you wouldn't be open to sharing hm? You know what I want So long as it doesn't get in the way of the SCIENCE! I THINK is what they call it here...knowledge seeking. Fine bodily urges are so annoying. \"Oh now what you have done you FOOL,\" suddenly interrupts the witch. \"You should NEVER accept their offer...fuck.\" Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Seek guidance Glad you're back OP."}
+{"text":"Seek guidance"}
+{"text":"Seek guidance what do, witch?"}
+{"text":"You're Tupolev, the Merchant. All your peers warned you to stay away from the Misty Mountains for strange things happen there. But you saw a profit opportunity during war time by going through the mountains to avoid the worst of the fight. However, by the time you left the mist, the land was unrecognizable. None of your old maps made any sense anymore. You sent some scouts out and they confirmed - you're in uncharted territory somehow. The question that remains is: what did you bring to these strange lands?"}
+{"text":"I glanced at the glowing stuff scattered on the forest floor, then at my crew's worried faces. The merchant's words echoed in my head: Fear makes more fear. Stealing leads to revenge. But a gift... a gift could start a conversation, an invite. We won't take what isn't ours, I said, my voice steady. And we won't hunt them or run away. I turned to the wagons. Jürgen, get a roll of that cotton cloth—the plain, strong one. Viktor, bring one of the smaller dwarf tools, maybe a hand adze. Something useful, but not a weapon. Gustav frowned. Are you paying them? I'm not paying them, I replied, kneeling to carefully put the glowing mushrooms back in their baskets. I'm starting talks. They lost what they gathered because they were scared of us. We're giving them something to make up for it. It's a way of saying hello. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Attempt to make more obvious, peaceful contact at dawn near the original meeting place. Let us establish diplomatic relations"}
+{"text":"Attempt to make more obvious, peaceful contact at dawn near the original meeting place."}
+{"text":"Use the opportunity to scout more aggressively now that they've shown themselves to be peaceful gatherers."}
+{"text":"Attempt to make more obvious, peaceful contact at dawn near the original meeting place."}
+{"text":"Your name is (write in), and at only 25 years old you are the best and highest-paid football player in the world. There’s still a long road ahead before you’re widely considered the GOAT, but deep down that’s already your reality — just another fact. With your recent achievement of a fifth ring and another MVP, even the most stubborn critics accept that, at your current pace, your coronation is inevitable. Your idol Tom Brady can only watch as you reach his numbers at lightning speed. He respects you, admires you, and says that in five years there won’t be any serious debate left — you’ll be crowned while still in your prime. Your impact on football is something incredibly rare in the world of sports. Hopefully nothing bad happens to you before that. … Taiwman, late February. You’ve been celebrating the championship for days in a nonstop party. You landed your private jet here, loaded with rich friends and wild girls, so you can all enjoy the new futuristic district filled with robots, super-drugs, and flying cars. Your best friend is: Raptor, a punk pornstar with a split tongue and a very intense palate. She loves vampires and knows everything about dinosaurs. Fugaku, a professional ping-pong player who also carves swords into bamboo for fun. Alexey, a blind Russian singer who jokes about how easy life would be if he had telekinetic powers. Julian, a Mexican running back who loves insects. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"a megaphone (can also be a sound-based gun against creatures with sensitive hearing) The high T choice free the poor guy… and drink the blood from the cauldron [...]it's even possible to molest this thing"}
+{"text":"a megaphone dive into the cauldron"}
+{"text":"a megaphone (can also be a sound-based gun against creatures with sensitive hearing) You feel sorry for him free the poor guy… and drink the blood from the cauldron"}
+{"text":"Somebody must to roll it for a successful sexual abuse. 3d6 under 9."}
+{"text":"I've changed my mind though. At least to molest that guy."}
+{"text":"you, yes YOU will determine the fate of Our Hero! your prompts shape his destiny and his actions (almost) all suggestions will be considered! don't be afraid to get creative!"}
+{"text":"Given the detail it has been seen at Well it was seen by beastmen. Do we know if they have keen nght-vision?"}
+{"text":"Perhaps, perhaps"}
+{"text":"+1 capirote xiphos will never stop being funny to me"}
+{"text":"I miss swordboy"}
+{"text":"We all do. :("}
+{"text":"Well, here we are. You were woken up from a midday nap by the grinding of the brakes as the train arrived at X-X Station (pronounced \"Double Cross,\" according to a clerk), and thus missed the first opportunity to queue for a quick exit from the car, as you were still quite drowsy and groping around to ensure that your possessions had (also) arrived unperturbed. Now you have queued behind a pair of rotund priests (Reformists, you think), as they gingerly step onto the platform and lose themselves in the sea of people. There are more people here than you've ever seen in once place, at least since you were a child. It's hot: hotter than it would ever get in Iscthymia. At least it's a dry heat there. Here you can feel every layer of clothing beginning to drip. But you can't take off your jacket just yet. It's dangerous, you think. If there is one thing you hate it's traveling over-encumbered, so, in the spirit of new beginnings, you packed only the bare essentials. There's a nagging feeling of regret as you begin to intuit that perhaps you wouldn't know what would really count as essential in this new chapter of your life, in Chaotzakka, with its fourteen million people. These are things you would've pondered on the train ride had you not dozed off immediately. You're carrying a hardshell briefcase, a backpack that's coming apart at the seams, and a little bum bag crossed over your shoulder. You lift your patrol cap to see more clearly; you don't want to remove it as your hair is almost certainly a mess, but the material is itchy. The cap and bag are from your year of mandatory civil service. The backpack is from your school days. The briefcase used to be your dad's. You're trying to get used to the smells and sounds. It seems like everything ticks, rings, or thuds in this city. You are buffeted by a blast of hot steam and struggle to breathe for a moment. Unlike a country bumpkin such as yourself, city-dwellers know to back away from the train as soon as they get off. That's why they call the station the \"sauna.\" Just a little sample of that big-city wit for you. You thought you'd checked that you had everything before getting off the train, but a sudden irrational panic grips you and you fear having left your most important possession behind. But of course this isn't the case; you can feel its weight on your right hip. Still, just for assurance, you reach down with your free hand and grip your Blade Pistol Staff"}
+{"text":"Ask Garrett if he knew your dad."}
+{"text":"Ask Garrett if he knew your dad."}
+{"text":"[ Update coming later today. ]"}
+{"text":"[ Very sorry for the wait, weekends are more complicated for me. Weekend updates will probably be more spaced-out in the future.] Well, if Galick knew who your dad was, you may as well find out who else did. After a moment of doubt, you ask Garrett straight up: did he know him? Garrett meets your gaze with an inscrutable expression. A moment passes before he answers... \"Sorry, but no. I mean, I knew of him. But, if you're wondering, I didn't know about this connection when we met.\" That's kind of a relief. The two of you rejoin the table amidst a newly-enlivened conversation. Hassan whispers at you again, though. \"Hey, why the hell does everyone here think you killed that monster back in the Zone?\" You don't know how to respond to this. \"I mean, not that I mind, but...\" He does seem to mind a bit. \"People here have been fed a different version of events. Nobody here seems to know about Maggde.\" You wonder if the Talons decided to downplay their role in today's disastrous excursion for the sake of damage control. But then again, Chernabel and Umaz were also there, and it's not like the giant smoke cloud wasn't visible for miles... do people think you pulled off a miraculous feat, or have they assumed that you're some kind of prodigy? How exactly do they think you managed to incinerate that monster? Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"QM? You okay? It has been a week and a bit."}
+{"text":"\"Gill and Kane, stay here and keep watch. Alert us if anybody sails near the wreckage. The rest of you, with me.\" “Yessir, boss!” Two men split off from the group and stand guard by the gaping hole that had allowed you all an entrance. It was a miracle the remains of the ship were afloat at all, nearly half of it shorn off by Sea Devil knows what. You count yourself lucky you weren't a part of the battle and count yourself even luckier that you and the rest of the bandits got here first. Somehow, you doubt even your imagination can conceive the type of loot a ship from the fleet of an Emperor of the Sea might contain. You proceed down the hallway, avoiding the gouges in the flooring and the dagger-sharp planks sticking out of the walls. The primary instinct that strikes you is to hover at the back of the pack, but there seems to be constant jockeying for position over there - no good bandit welcomes a backstabbing - so you stay where you are and keep your eyes and ears open. This wasn't your first job with these guys, but that was no invitation to let your guard down. The boss kicks down a door and steps inside a room up ahead. With furtive looks at each other, the rest of you follow suit and funnel in. Scattered gasps and murmurs fill the silence of the chamber. The chamber was chock-full of glittering, glorious treasure chests. \"Boys... we hit the JACKPOT!\" The boss of the bandits nearly stumbles; such is his excitement in approaching the nearest chest. The rings on his hand clink together as he reaches for the clasp that separates riches from the ragged. One more step... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"You’ll fight to kill from the start. You don’t see pirates as people worth letting live, and view them as targets that must be stopped at all costs. An incident in your past led you to view pirates as the scum of the earth. Absolute Justice."}
+{"text":"You’ll fight to kill from the start. You don’t see pirates as people worth letting live, and view them as targets that must be stopped at all costs. An incident in your past led you to view pirates as the scum of the earth. Absolute Justice."}
+{"text":"You’ll fight to apprehend her. You don’t see taking human life as justice and avoid it except in the very worst-case scenarios. An incident in your past led you to try and see the good in people. Merciful Justice."}
+{"text":"You’ll fight to kill from the start. You don’t see pirates as people worth letting live, and view them as targets that must be stopped at all costs. An incident in your past led you to view pirates as the scum of the earth. Absolute Justice. Fuck it Let's go all in"}
+{"text":"You’ll fight to kill from the start. You don’t see pirates as people worth letting live, and view them as targets that must be stopped at all costs. An incident in your past led you to view pirates as the scum of the earth. Absolute Justice. was gonna say mercy but in canon most pirates aren't the strawhats, that and i kinda wanna see what could make our absolute justie change down the line and how it could impact us"}
+{"text":"\"Lieutenant Askeland of the UNSC special forces. I'll be taking you into custody Thorstand. But first, you will give me the locations of the men you'd sent into hiding Write in: *and* the priesthood. Whiteshirt's Godi steered him true. I want what they know and you'll give it to me. One way or another.\""}
+{"text":"\"Lieutenant Askeland of the UNSC special forces. I'll be taking you into custody Thorstand. But first, you will give me the locations of the men you'd sent into hiding\""}
+{"text":"\"Lieutenant Sven Askeland of the UNSC special forces. I'll be taking you into custody Thorstand. But first, you will give me the locations of the men you'd sent into hiding\" Modified it a little bit."}
+{"text":"support this write-in. Finally ! + this put Vali to work \"Vali. Get me a log of every recent transmission. We'll forward them to the officer of naval intelligence. Daisy, bag and gag the ta"}
+{"text":"+1 Yeh this should conflict and the more info we get the higher chance of ending einherjar once and for all. Doesn't really matter if they figure out svens connection."}
+{"text":"A wild (possibly tameable?) mynock appears! The disease is telling me to write a \"Reborn as a Vidya Villain(ess), my death flags are endless\" quest Yes please"}
+{"text":"NEMESIS update! To kill, capture, or the hunt?"}
+{"text":"All this mechanics discussion did trigger my hyperfixation again. The best alchemy mechanic of all time just popped into my head, fully realized..."}
+{"text":"Thinking of running a not!planescape quest, has it been done before? Can you give me a link if that's the case? If you are not familiar, it's essentially a big city connected to several different dimensions, where incredibly powerful beings coexist with mortals"}
+{"text":"Forgot to do this earlier but: Gotham City Beat Cop returns this week for the action packed task of... informing the next of kin :( Help us break the news here:"}
+{"text":"Across the stars there exists a legend walking among the myriad species of the stars, and his name is Zarus. Zarus is a creature that is known as a human, a species that came from somewhere unknown. In truth, they aren't too much unlike those of the intergalactic community, with meager lives only a fraction as long as yours, of flesh and blood and with hands and feet, spacedust given fleeting form. Only, Zarus himself isn't like other humans - at least, not to your or anyone else in the galaxy's knowledge. Zarus is the most powerful of all psykers in the galaxy. This is by far, no contest. He doesn't perform acts as directly lifting his enemies and sending them flying, no. His reality changing powers are matched only by his warped perspective and inflated ego. Many have tried to kill him, and the world itself bends over backwards to protect him. Bullets sheer by him, laser weapon systems malfunction as they pull the trigger, bombs spontaneously detonate before he enters their blast radius, and other psykers lose their powers as he draws near. Some speculate you could catch him off guard with orbital bombardment or destroying the very planet he stands on, but the empires of the galaxy know he is more precious alive than dead. If it weren't for his self-centered attitude and racial prejudice, he would have had any seat he desired in any empire of his choice, but he prefers the free life of a gun for hire. If you were to believe the man himself, he was once part of a crew of fifty men sailing through the stars, incidentally struck by debris of an ancient errant missile smashing into a nearby asteroid. The lone survivor, he landed on a fertile planet in the process of colonization and took it as a sign he was still protected by his gods. The planet he refused to name, but rumor has it he calls his home the \"mystic city of Agartha.\" Many have gone to search for it. Some empires are running vast intelligence operations to acquire any information they can about the city. You know better than to actively go and find a planet where there may be hundreds, thousands, millions of humans just as capable as Zarus in the psychic arts. Their elevation to a spacefaring race would upheave the order of the entire galaxy. So of course, you came across the planet on pure accident."}
+{"text":"Abduct humans for language and world knowledge. (Anthropology. Veil: 25, DC 7. Reward: 7 Progress/Success.) Investigate Colony Beacon. (Free Study. Veil: 0, No DC. Reward: ???)"}
+{"text":"One of your crewmembers remarked how you have been ordering them backward, that they should have laid groundwork for the world's politics and the colony beacon first. Nonsense. You had to make sure that the lifeforms on this planet would complicate matters- which, as you are all now well aware, they are very capable of. You are a larger form of life than others, and as such your ships are scaled to a large degree, but the common form of those sky beasts are comparable to one of your scouting ships in size, the largest of which is a rather large fraction of your superyacht's size; which is no small feat, and would nevertheless wreak havoc upon the exterior should it get close. Clearly they have never heard of looking before leaping. Now that you have marked off certain regions as requiring clearance to even be near, you can perform more safer tasks. Now, you will humor that crew member by sending him on the scouting ship to identify and \"acquire\" some multilingual and knowledgeable Agarthans. The Agarthan tongue is familiar to you, so one of them is the easiest starting point to learning other languages and cultures. It may be risky; none of your casual observations have shown the average human performing the reality-warping acts of Zarus, but perhaps they may not have been pressed to... Conducting Human Abduction. Roll 3d20, target DC 7."}
+{"text":"Rolled 13, 9, 15 = 37 (3d20)"}
+{"text":"Investigate Colony Beacon Off to the forests of southern Agarthan territory, a thick natural border between the metropolitan area of the golden megacity and a nearby desert, there is a now overgrown crash site of a small colonizing ship of your origin. The initial scan of the area was bleak, but the scouting returned grim results. Your kind descended onto this planet in the most haphazard and reckless fashion aboard this space-faring ship. It is mostly intact, but inside the ship are bodies snapped out of shape in ways even your kind cannot recover from. They clearly died on impact. Most colonizer ships are staffed with a crew of 50, bearing themselves, capsules containing the future of your species, and relevant beacons to beckon the automated colonization system to wherever they deem fit to plant their roots.This vessel had no distinct mission, just to survey and mark outer regions of the galaxy for viable planets for assimilation into the empire and to lay the groundwork when they do. Whether or not these planets were occupied were of little import; the way your colonization works, hovering over the planet and beckoning resources hither would have been enough. Under zero circumstances should it have even attempted landing. Checking the itinerary, the crew included mostly standard volunteers and experts in colonization, but also a very peculiar VIP; an admiral of repute, one who had went missing nearly a decade ago on a personal leave. After triple-checking the nearby surrounds, your crew has found 48 bodies of your kind. Between the horrific mangling of the bodies aboard and the natural decay of particular features, none of them are even remotely identifiable. Any survivors made zero attempt to seed this planet and zero attempt to escape it. No landing program or poor piloting can be the cause of this. All in all, the report offers a chilling suggestion: someone with authority of the controls had put the nose down and said good night for themselves and everyone aboard. What would compel someone to perform such suicidal assassination has been beyond your kind for eons. To convince one of your own to end the lives of their peers is... unfathomable. You dread that the perpetrator lived to tell the tale, and collect whatever reward they had on the admiral's head. Or that the Agarthans found the wreckage and extracted two bodies of your kind for whatever purposes they see fit. Frankly, you do not know which would be worse."}
+{"text":"OP?"}
+{"text":"It’s a beautiful early Wednesday morning! All the love sessions have come to an end, and now you must return to the not-so-violent reality (because you’re cuddling with Beth); one in which you must keep your promise. You must go on a date with Celia. She even went through the trouble to remind you with a text. Not the best way to wake up, but a way to wake up nonetheless. You must fulfill even if you’re tired! And if! With the legendary Calamity Cola, you’ll be at 100% in a second… You drink the evil beverage to recover all your stamina. “Busy again?” Beth woke up as well. “Yeah, sorry…” You lament. “Relax, my beloved. I have you covered…” Beth snaps her fingers. “Don’t forget to return to me once again.” You reappear at the front of the Prisoner’s house with your casual clothes on! Oh, and with a breakfast box. Looks decent. It’s like you were expelled out of Beth’s domain back to the silly real world… It’s pretty clear that, with the thermostat still broken, it’d be better if you part ways — and do your own thing. The problem is that you weren’t here alone! Maybe you should ask them to bring those lovely people over? What do you do? Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"What a twist!"}
+{"text":"Thanks for the run!"}
+{"text":"Thanks for running."}
+{"text":"Nina needs to go on a diet."}
+{"text":"But then how will she smother us lovingly with her jumbo magumbos?"}
+{"text":"We should probably send in a relief force or at least an embassy of sort to earth. Has cooler already set that into motion?"}
+{"text":"No Karn is not. He's under the impression the JL ARE the authority. I can see where he's coming from with that honestly. Did anybody in the League or from the world's various governments thing to clarify that with him at some point or...? The actual planetary authority of a planet like \"Earth\" feels like something the General of the PTO should be aware of."}
+{"text":"I don't think I phrased it well. The space empire cares enough to almost IMMEDIATELY send down their representative when a single city's been destroyed and eliminating the culprit expediently shows the PTO is not only watching but cares about protecting the people. We may be genocidal, but we won, and that means peace is finally kept. That's important. this, love to see the gangs react to selfish asshole tm doing his best. Its on par with similar groups has worked with that he didn't ask for clarification, if Bruce brings it up then we can find out in character if nobody got the info to cooler already."}
+{"text":"Tournament of Power was great. I enjoyed it very much. It was also very interesting to see how different it was in our timeline from what happened in the anime. A wiser Destroyer, one Zamasu may initially see as weak but may help mold his mind towards making his mortals better. Can you even make him better now? Or will it end up in Zamasu doing his job of taking care of the growth of mortals while at the same time hating it? Secretly dreaming of returning to his “ningen killing times”? Especially without the bad influence of the other Zamasu, who were rounded up when fleeing your timeline. Time Patrol’s did their job. Nice. And from between your raised hands, comes a faint, golden glow. I’m happy that Batman figured out how to use it. Bit of a different epilogue than I think many were expecting It was, but it was a very nice epilogue. I liked it."}
+{"text":"It's TIME!"}
+{"text":"\"A single hunter of your kind, can equal our finest dark wardens?\" The aged matriarch of the still waters' matriarch asked, slowly dipping her fingers into the burned out ashes of the incense you offered her, to feel the lingering traces of the emotions and effort the craftsmen unknowingly infused the sticks with \"A bold claim I know, but my\" You say, smile faltering as you felt your eyes tear up as memories of those friends you had lost swelled up inside of you but, quickly you composed yourself \"childhood companions are hunters who are a peerage unequal to any but themselves. They're hunters of beasts, of men, and of beings far more terrible than either\" \"Then why not call all of them, as surely is your right as their head ranger?\" She asked, softly and curiously as she crushed still hot ashes between her withered fingers \"I sense, that even those who had departed to the halls of their ancestors have delayed their journey to aid you yet\" \"You're quite perceptive of the spiritual realms, madam\" You compliment and chuckle \"And that is because I do not command them, all they have done for me is a friends' favor repaid. They've their own lives and interests, and most of the panther hunters are presently teaching colonists how to make the most vicious of the galaxy's predators their quarry. But not Dong\" \"But not this one, whom you know is not busy with other tasks given to them by their own self or their superiors\" She repeated, flicking a cloud of dust as you lit and waved an incense stick and set it down into the soft soil between where the two of you sat \"Dong was born with a peculiar physique, spiritually I mean. He lacked, the spiritual roots and core that all men share. Some would think this condition made him soulless. And it makes many, subconsciously, instinctually, overlook or avoid him\" You explained, waving a hand through the smoke \"Where others have an ember burning in their chests, or in your case a well tamed and carefully maintained flame\" \"And the pyre raging around you, fueling and devouring itself to mend the tears it has inflicted on itself\" the old mystic hummed and you smirked \"Dong has nothing. No heat. No flame. Not even smoke. He is, of all the brothers of the panthers including even myself, the natural predator of daemons\" You explain and she nods slowly \"But, that same natural advantage and forlorn curse he was saddled with, means that the aura of unease he inflicts on others is amplified upon those who share our gift\" Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"\"Dong\" You firmly state and the disciplined mask of the elder flickers as you make it clear you will not hear one of your closest friends spoken of like an object or thing \"And that is because, those wielders of the White Flame, are presently undergoing trials of their own. And Dong is a better hunter, a better tracker, a better stalker\" Hunting cults and spirit possessed across the worlds. The first generation White Flame Exorcists have become a valuable asset to the Nameless and their tireless watch over the souls of the denizens of Long-Jia. \"It sounds as if you intend to hunt the dark apparitions\" The rattled senior asks \"No. I simply kill them wherever I find them, and have encountered them often enough to get a sense of when they are likely to appear. I am merely relaying a warning, that there will be dangers greater than anticipated, that we will face, me, Dong and whoever after hearing of my friend's void aura and the\" You explain, before tapping the brand on your head \"Beacon that will draw our enemies through the gap in the veil\" \"You don't become a dark warden for being timid hearted and weak willed!\" She snaps \"If anything, hearing this will just make them consider it a challenge. If I wasn't bound to this chair, I'd march with you to show you that we aren't dabblers, boy\" \"Guozhi would've liked you. I'm sure the surviving elders of the Wanderers of the Fog will be happy to make your acquaintances as well\" You chuckle, knowing she'd get along famously with the twins \"Guozhi....your mentor in the weaving of the dark\" She said slowly Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Possibly romantic. But just as likely that he simply wanted someone who knew the life of hardship and loneliness he had lived to talk to. \"Have you tried simply buying the surplus from the military?\" You ask and Dong clicked his tongue, nodding as if you'd given him a divine revelation. Not long after, the Dark Wardens arrived. Dressed in armor styled after the tomb decorations and statues of the still waters, they were silent and clearly uncomfortable around Dong, who picked his nose as they, ceremonially, presented their shields to you. \"Getting a headache\" Dong grumbled, rubbing his brow as the escort party stood at attention \"You really are like that big blazing hole in the sky\" One of them said in awe, as Dong grinded his teeth. \"He's just a man, like any other. Not some kind of sun\" He sighed gruffly, shaking his head 'How do you stand all this praise, Brother?\" You chuckle and shrug Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"\"Stay away from those mushrooms, Iron Locks, they're not natural\" The younger, female warden warns a you examine one, having been curious how it'd react to wrydmercury and warpsilver, before a familiar green glinting caught your eyes. The corrupting crystal. Warpstone. \"New outcropping of fools emerald\" The head warden huffed \"Freshly grown, spreading fast\" \"Shouldn't be any strays down here for it to mutate?\" Another asked \"Shouldn't be\" He repeated \"But we rarely patrol these tunnels\" \"Interesting\" You hum as you pluck a small mushroom and extra a frail soul from it and release it to the empyrean, gently as the mushroom withers away in your hand \"And most foreboding\" But there were greater mysteries yet to be seen in those tunnels, besides soul trapping mushrooms and warpstone. That you knew for certain. And while the wardens argued about which path to take, as was a favorite past time of the Aipang, you sensed a number of rivers of malevolent, discordant Qi rushing down each pathway Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"The moat of avarice and sorrow, attuned to metal, that bubbled down through a trade route marked by the still waters as cursed"}
+{"text":"Did I fall asleep?"}
+{"text":"Yes! This is actually the perfect time! \"I have something to tell you!\" (She said it kind of loud.) The room is instantly silent and Cady glances around at everyone else paused in their clean-up and looking toward her and then she turns toward the wall before she starts to blush. I should have waited until we were alone! But it's too late now! Cady looks over her shoulder at Ren and then turns toward him and looks up at him. \"Ren, you can feel the Force! You might even be able to become a Jedi!\" Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"\"What kind of droid are you rebuilding?\" Oberon tilts his optics toward Ren as they reach the bottom of the academy steps. Lyra pops of on Oberon's other side and nods authoritatively. \"It should be a protocol droid! We had one at home but Obi kept taking it apart!\" \"It had some useful- I mean, they don't need to hear about that.\" \"It should be an assassin droid!\" Deline steps in front of the others and turns to walk backward across the plaza and punches the air as she grins. \"That would help keep the academy secure, and we could spar with it too!\" Is she seriously thinking of sparring with an assassin droid?! \"A medical droid might be nice.\" Triss looks up at the sky as they pass under the trees at the edge of the plaza and onto the streets of Calor. \"The academy doesn't have much of a clinic.\" Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Suddenly, the center of mass shifts within her hands and Cady looks down. \"Guh?\" A crack appears on the rough gray surface, and then another crack is enough to make a small chunk fall inward. Cady peers inside and sees an eye blinking out at her and then the stony material shatters in her hands. She stumbles backward and a small tan creature with leathery wings and a fat tail lurches upward and flaps in midair in front of her face as a nametag appears in front of it. It's a baby mynock! It's too adorable! And it even has a Force point! The mynock screeches and Quadi recoils and grabs a metal bar. \"A mynock!\" Deline's hand is on her lightsaber hilt and suddenly the yellow blade ignites. \"I've got it!\" \"Don't hurt My-chan!\" Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Could we lure it back? So we have a spare starship battery, or engine or whatever? They feed on energy from ships, right?"}
+{"text":"Could we lure it back?"}
+{"text":"You see his face. Sharp razor slit eyes etched onto a hulking creature’s giant head, which would give children across the galaxy vivid nightmares, stare into your soul. It produces no feeling of horror or fear, nor any other natural response, because you know him. Those eyes that are locked onto yours are dulled, empty, lifeless. The vacant glare causes your heart to wither in your chest. It was you, you did this, you killed your closest friend. A man who has saved your life, and you killed him. Now his face is slack, muscles relaxed, and his eyes are barren; all that vigour and life that he carried around with him is forever gone, never to return. It was your choice to kill him. Sith Lord Yvalok presented the options to you. During your months on Lao training as a Sith Acolyte you, Vulfstahn a child of the extinct Sith people, have shown a wild potency with the Force which is unequalled by your supposed peers. This rare talent caught Yvalok’s eyes and has him captivated with your development, wanting nothing more than to see you flourish. The ancient human decided to gift you hate through a choice: slay Urr’tal in a duel or watch as Yira gets gangraped. You gave the withered husk of a Human your answer. With a slash of your sword, you betrayed Urr’tal, ending all the myriad great possibilities he could have achieved in his prodigious lifespan. The Sith Lord that would be nothing but a frail old man if not for his mastery of the dark side of the Force stands above you as thick red ichor spews from the Whiphid’s severed neck. Forced onto the hard durasteel floor by a burst of lightning, you are enveloped by the growing pool of your friend’s blood. His decapitated head rests in front of you, not able to steal your eyes away from the lifeless face as his matted fur stains from his bleeding. Yvalok monologues and lectures, but you can’t hear him. The unblinking eyes have stolen your world."}
+{"text":"I was thinking between mid Jan to early Feb, but it depends on life. I struggle to fit writing into my daily routine."}
+{"text":"Goodluck then boss."}
+{"text":"Looking forward to it!"}
+{"text":"Gotcha I'll see you then!"}
+{"text":"Soon Hopefully"}
+{"text":"OOC: Let me just preface this by saying this will be a short one shot. While there may be more in the future, please treat this as a stand alone story. ---- You awaken from a particularly fitful dream by a gentle nudging at your shoulder. \"... Red. Little Red, it's time to wake up. It's not good to sleep in. I have an errand for you.\" The voice is soft and maternal, but wholly unfamiliar. Internally, you resist the call to wakefulness, but the person trying to nudge you awake is persistent. You open your eyes and find yourself in a little cottage. There is a bed for one person opposite the one you're lying in, looking like it was freshly made. You remember being a Boy Girl Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"By the way, in case I come back to this later, your downtime has restored 3 Health, bringing your health to 5."}
+{"text":"Black Pete sounds like he is based on the old version of Sinterklaas' helper here in the Netherlands It's kind of early to end the thread though, we're still pretty high on page 1 while 4chan only deletes after page 10 but that is up to you. Just know you can't have more than (I think) two active at a time and a thread is active until it drops of from board 10 whether or not people post in it"}
+{"text":"Sadly, I've only prepared one adventure for now, so I'll need some time to make more plot beats. It could be a couple of weeks, but it could also be a month or so. Also you're correct in that Black Pete is based on Zwarte Piet"}
+{"text":"I think it is three active quests at a time. Modpost says it is five, but I'm pretty sure it is three. I'll get around to feedback some other time. Thanks for running this though."}
+{"text":"Fuckit. Wield Elton. Maybe he’ll eat that dumb tentacle vizier. In some last ditch effort, you dig into your PERSONAL SPACE and pull the radioactive goldfish from it, its teeth GLEAMING in the late-day sun. ELTON snaps a few times at the air, twisting in your grip and trying to contort its head back to snap your nose off. \"My, my. A fish.\" The MUTANT KING does not bother to stifle her laughter. \"I suppose it could make a nice appetizer. Then, you as the main course. And your little pet eggplant as desert.\" The KING looms over you now, bayonet in tentacle--though you may dwarf her in height on your feet, her shadow seems unimaginably large now over you. ELTON snaps at her a few times, but with her so close now, you realize just how short and stubby your chosen weapon seems. \"Oh, well. You made a good try for my crown.\" She smiles, tilting her head. \"But the title of WASTELAND KING was just too high a tower to scale, even for an ape like you.\" Wield Elton in some fashion. Absolutely no rolling for it. [Write-In.]"}
+{"text":"\"Hey Elton... you like Calamari?\" Wield him like a knife, try to either disarm her or have him latch onto Katsuragi."}
+{"text":"+1"}
+{"text":"After retrieving your precious GOLDFISH PIRANHA knife melee skin from your bra, for no reason whatsoever scream THE BOMB HAS BEEN PLANTED then melee rush the opponent with unsheathed fish, everyone knows that drawing a knife makes you run faster due to faster game physics except the knife is a fish. Then bludgeon / slash opponent with golden fish attempting to circle rmb click aiming for a headshot. Because this version of outdated gameplay is being emulated on modern hardware (a phone??) you will slash through reality achieving 1000 frames per second"}
+{"text":"More squid knowledge!"}
+{"text":"You are Motoharu Hisanori, and today, April 3rd, marks the beginning of your high school life."}
+{"text":"Games Historical videos Maybe you'll play video games with Kyosuke later, in the evening, but for now, you decide to watch some historical videos. Who knows, maybe there will be something about samurai - something that kendoka, Hiromiya Koichi, would be interested in? You enjoy your time alone, surprisingly moving on from samurai to some other countries' warriors of the past, like the Korean gapsa. Your mind wanders to the various martial arts and ways to combine them. They all certainly have their traditions, but could they be synthesised together into the ULTIMATE one? You'll have to ask Koichi what he thinks of his own dojo's style, its strengths and shortcomings... After a while, you hear the entrance door opening and your sister's voice. \"I'm home!\" \"Welcome back, Nee-chan,\" you leave your room to greet her. \"How was the entrance ceremony?\" \"Ahh, it's all just super formal talk. Nothing interesting. The air in the assembly hall was so chilly! I stood there for half an hour praying for it to end and cherishing the memory of the kotatsu at Jun's place.\" \"Right.\" Some things don't change. Yume has complained about every entrance ceremony she has attended since junior high. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Is this a write in? If so: \"I met a guy in my class who likes swords, feels like a reliable guy, think I'm gonna get along with him. Also checked out some clubs and some girl showed her panties to me, 100% real story, will probably join her club tomorrow.\""}
+{"text":"Is this a write in? Yes."}
+{"text":"Support"}
+{"text":"Locking this in. Update will be out in 14 hours or so if everything is well."}
+{"text":"Faces unfamiliar to you pass by, speaking in a tongue of gibberish that is only partially comprehensible. Half of them wear tribal attire of losers larping as tribal warriors, but their cosmetic scars and muscles were way too refined to be just costumes. The sky rolls in a color you've never seen before."}
+{"text":"I really need to figure out the text formatting for this board."}
+{"text":"Challenge him (roll d100) It's time to D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-DUEL"}
+{"text":"Rolled 43 (1d100)"}
+{"text":"guess it's you and me, hoss. writting!"}
+{"text":"Don't you have a story to tell? Don't you have someone to kill?"}
+{"text":"Justice is above all. \"Mighty Iudex, please have mercy on me soul. The little ones were starving, I-i-they were going to dispose of the whole crate!\" Dogadu: Human, male, beggar, middle aged, no criminal record, index finger missing, disfigured, thirty four years old. unwashed clothes, six children (beggars), fungal infection on bare feet, dead wife. \"This fine specimen of human dreg was caught stealing from my fine dining establishment. His very unkempt existence had tarnished my reputation by miring my property with his filthy presence! The food crate contained undesirable cuts of Zetif darkwings. Perfectly edible for elves but they are known to poison lesser races like humans, their blood can not handle the acidic nature of this delicacy. Iudex, make an example of this vagrant. I wish not for his kin to loiter around my property.\" Vaeth Lofr: Ash Elf, Two hundred and seven years old, female, hosted a feast for Imperata Muvinus once, killed a pregnant woman (Tiefling) in self defense seventy years ago, no criminal record, Ashen cuisine, one of the seventy two survivors of the Stellavigi elven massacre, Burn marks on left arm. Evidence: Conclusive, several eyewitnesses, well detailed reports from the guards. Iudex Cards: None. Cast ye judgement upon the guilty Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Xerkikanua: Issue a wild, unorthodox, ironic, punishment"}
+{"text":"Raomdae: Issue a more detailed sentence depending on the severity of the crime Would have suited this case, as would Xerkikanua."}
+{"text":"Folmulus: Recreate some but not all events within the court to see if it is feasible in the first place"}
+{"text":"Xerkikanua: Issue a wild, unorthodox, ironic, punishment"}
+{"text":"Cinvictus: Two questions to be asked to either parties."}
+{"text":"For hundreds of cycles, the galaxy has been in turmoil, the fall of an empire once thought eternal dooming trillions to a thousand different dooms. Threats once thought banished forever to the infinite darkness between the stars rising up to savage defenseless worlds or subjugate their populations into slavery under inhuman masters. Petty warlords carving out swathes of territory before setting it ablaze in brutal wars of conquest. The peace and stability of the Empire long forgotten, burned to ashes in a million different conflicts on the surface of a million different worlds. Not you however. Through luck, chance or perhaps the intervention of forgotten gods, your people have survived the long darkness of the collapse and have emerged. Your glorious histories may have been forgotten in the millenia since the fall but the ink is ready to record your future deeds. Whether through luck, guile or martial excellence, your people will prosper and with luck, seize the mantle cast aside in the fall. You are... The Grand Regent of the Imperial Remnants. Your ancestors fought their way free of the chaos of the fall, you cannot allow the horror they endured to be for nothing. The Warlord of the Confederated Territories. Your people were left to die, alone and forgotten. You refused to die then, you refuse now. Death before servitude. The Eternal Empress of the Jade Shogunate. Your birthright is imperial nobility, the honor of your ancestors demands you reclaim your just due. The Admiral of the Black Fleet. (ALL DATA REDACTED) YOU HUNGER... YOU THIRST... Custom (feel free to get creative, Ill make it work)"}
+{"text":"Approve more aggressive piracy on the nearby trade lanes (random +P or +C each turn (Free action but *possible consequences*)"}
+{"text":"ill concede the creation of the mining colony and add my vote for salvaging runs i dont think getting caught this early before we can defend ourselves will help us long term"}
+{"text":"im  btw"}
+{"text":"QM?"}
+{"text":"Howdy bros, I'm back. I wanted to continue RimQuest, but the combination of an artist shafting me, Rimworld 1.6 breaking all of my saves, life events, and depression have fucked that into the dirt. So instead here's something new. These are the dark years of the occupation. Gordon Freeman is still just a story passed between cells, squads, strangers, and couples. In this moment in time there's only you, a lone human working to resist the Combine occupation however you see fit and remain able. There will be an Uprising someday, this you're sure of, but the path there lies on the other side of lakes of blood and considerable effort on the part of unsung warriors like you. It had felt like days since you last saw the sun back outside the outskirts of City 11. The awful stench of the sewers and cisterns which meandered under the streets of what used to be Berlin forced you to find something to plug your nose with almost immediately upon beginning your infiltration. Deep regret at leaving the accommodations, spartan as they were, of the Resistance base north of the city had massaged your mind, but failed to slow your occasionally-soggy step through the barely-lit darkness. All this had a purpose, you reminded yourself. In the newspeak of the Combine you are an Anticitizen, a Malignant, the malformed cell that starts the cancer, the one that sets the spark which will light the torch of humanity's liberation. Or, in more plain terms, the crazy fucker that volunteers to go back into the Cities in order to bring contraband in, people out, and start up new resistance cells along the way. If there were some omniscient statistician in the sky, he could have given you odds of survival that would have seen you sit your ass back down in Finow when they called for somebody to replace Parks's sector after his presumed loss, but all the same, it needed to get done. The whole goddamned species was at stake, with a biological time limit that edged closer to expiration every year and a planet slowly being strangled of its life. If this generation didn't stop them, there would be no other. Never in human history had there been as existential and desperate a struggle as the one you now trudged through obscure German shit-tunnels to wage. It had only been half a day since you entered the sewer system when you reached your target. A junction in the tunnels marked by a chalk marker and a lone, white coffee mug. The route into this part of the city was prepared beforehand by a two-man reconnaissance team, people with equipment and experience too valuable for you to know or to be risked with the next, most dangerous part of City infiltration. You were briefed that they left you a red bag full of necessaries to help you along on your mission from here, hidden in a storeroom near the marker."}
+{"text":"Update when?"}
+{"text":"The TGA caused some major damage. Rest for a bit bud, the Dorito Pope cant hurt anymore."}
+{"text":"It is in the nature of half life fans to hope! No matter hoe bleak things become!"}
+{"text":"Fucking kek \"development on the next /qst/ update is rumored to begin later this year\""}
+{"text":"The world has another side, one with secret societies and hidden powers vying for control. But it is not merely humans, nay. For millennia, creatures which a modern man considers fables have been battling in the shadows, both within their own, and others. Only the Magical Girls can slay the demons of humanity's suffering, and clean up the supernatural messes along the way! Following next, a magical girl begins her first training session. - - - - - On the last Episode, our Heroine, Magical girl SugarRush, has gotten her first introduction to magical girl society. Witnessing the dark land of the Shadow Market where she met an eccentric ‘apprentice’ E, and a non-combatant Sister of the Magical Girls, the troubled Angel. Now, she has arrived on the beach to train with her Magical Girl teammate, Jacky. - - - - - You shake off your troubles, compartmentalization always works, thought it feels like the more you lock away, the quicker you reach your limit. But this is important, you’re here to train with Jacky. She doesn’t seem like the sort to make it too harsh anyway. So you nod at the short girl. Much like you, clad in bikini and flip-flops, though carrying a small purse. “Lead the way.” Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Jacky recommended you physical training you should undertake. Sure Shadow is busy, but maybe you can at least do a part of it? More athletics! QM, do you use a word processor?"}
+{"text":"do you use a word processor I write in libre office, that usually checks the grammar, then I reread the update itself (though doing that after a few hours of writing usually makes me miss stuff due to tired eyes)"}
+{"text":"Jacky recommended you physical training you should undertake. Sure Shadow is busy, but maybe you can at least do a part of it?"}
+{"text":"You suppose you could share a bit about the Dream talk you had with Sugar. Maybe leader will have some ideas for the situation?"}
+{"text":"well, fuck, looking like a solid Tuesday so far, let's see if tomorrow goes better than expected"}
+{"text":"In a dark place, a made-man struggles against his bonds. Before him, several tools glimmer and sway gently along the wall, the strange bald druggist who knocked him out playing with them. The room is barely illuminated from the streetlights, passing cars, and electric billboards of Level 4. True darkness and silence is not common here. “...It's always women, prostitutes. Transient kids. People who won't be missed. That's no fun. I think doing it to men is much more fun; but not because you're a boy. More because it's not somebody you'd expect. It could be anybody.” ”You want money? I got money. Pacelli connections.” “You will be next great creation. Worth far more then any amount of dirty criminal money.” “Who da fuck... wait, you're from Level 2?” The man doesn't say anything, instead the stranger brandishes a razor, testing its sharpness against a finger, turning to the mobster. He looks over his captive, eyes looking for the juciest piece to cut first. The mafioso tries to pull out from the rope, the chair squeaking. He sweats. Bribes will certainly not work. “You'd be smart to let me go, psycho. I'm a dangerous man, and I know dangerous people!” He grins at the mafioso with a golden tooth. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"The getaway truck has a good block or two of distance on you as you begin your pursuit. You listen for the sounds of sirens, and follow them. It leaves a trail in its wake; smashed and run-off-the-road vehicles line the roads from where it hastily shoved them aside. You accelerate, slowly catching up. Your motorcycle gives you an advantage here; while the Peace Keepers get the right of way and civilian cars pull aside for them, they're still slower and have to avoid accidents; where as your bike is so nimble you can go between cars and even down back alleys for shortcuts as you make your way closer and closer to the fleeing bank robbers. After an intense minute of speeding and dodging, you manage to see the getaway van up ahead! Following the loosely blowing money-bills like the blood of a wounded animal. You doubt they even know you are chasing them, but they're plenty busy trying to evade the police. Right as you make a final approach though, the getaway van smashes into the side of a wide-turning heavy vehicle, and disaster strikes as it turns sideways and totally blocks the road. The nearest police cruiser slams on their brakes, as the heavy-duty vehicle spills its metal girders and construction equipment off the ground, including one half propped up and conveniantly placed as a ramp. This is bad. The wreckage of the road up ahead make passing impossible, even for your nimble bike. You could try to go around and find a detour, but the robbers are finally managing to get some distance from the nearby Peace-Keeper vehicles, and without their lights and sirens you'll likely lose the robbers after some distance away. They are no doubt trying to get a quiet moment to rendezvous at a designated drop-off point, which you have no way of knowing where it could be to try and cut them off. You could maybe try to worm your way through the wreckage, maybe even bike up your bike and carry it through, but its unstable and not very safe plus it would take a ton of valuable time for the robbers to get away... Slow down and try to pass the wreckage safely Turn and make a detour to catch up with the robbers JUMP IT!!!"}
+{"text":"JUMP IT!!! As Dangeresque once said..."}
+{"text":"Slow down and try to pass the wreckage safely"}
+{"text":"JUMP IT!!! What kind of fucking pussy would choose anything other than this? Just don't do an Akira bike slide. They're LAME. I'd rather crash than do an Akira bike slide."}
+{"text":"JUMP IT"}
+{"text":"+1 Everything is a fucking failure and we hate ourselves for it, what else is new? Let's just go already"}
+{"text":"Just finished reading the update. So what do we do next? Where do we go from here? Do we simply reject everything in the book and reject the portal to try to be content down here in this false digital life just because our friends and good times are here? Yeah I don't think I could do this. Power of friendship stuff is never meant for me."}
+{"text":"You hear a final hiss of rage that seems to come from somewhere deep in you, rather than any of your enemies. The book, the source of your dreams, materializes all by itself. It flutters upwards, its foul sigils flashing a pale blue. It hasn't gotten the chance to interfere, or to do anything at all. Its been denied its purpose, and then denied its hold on your heart. Nobody has the wherewithal to stop it in that moment. The fruit of Envy rockets into the Portal amidst all the chaos, and is swallowed up by the cloud of data in an instant. Watching that leaves you with a single pang of longing. The book itself has gotten to leave, while you haven't. It's gone. Yeah okay good riddance."}
+{"text":"Now this confuses me. Wasn't the whole goal to get to the portal and escape? That's the entire point of the quest. This was supposed to be a one-shot and you were meant to end it there. The fuck you mean \"incomplete\" when the outcome in and of itself is a state of completion where the quest ends? Didn't you want to end it there this whole time as the QM? I don't understand any of it unless the entire quest's premise is false and the portal in fact goes straight to the Dark Realm digihell. That's why the book of Envy flew off into it and ditched Marnie for good. That's why high-level horrors like a giant Infermon randomly enter through it. That's why you're saying \"the other side of the portal is beyond observation\" but if Marnie remains the protagonist then naturally we as the anons playing should still be hooked onto her POV to wherever that portal actually reaches. The forever-controlled digital utopia is actually what was intended for humanity and everything the books could possibly convey are 100% bait. Is that it? Because that's what I'm starting to believe is the point right now."}
+{"text":"Well without a partner, Marnie's ability to interfere with anything is basically zilch. Even if the outside of the portal is not a hellscape, Marnie would immediately realize what she's thrown away, and nothing would protect her from being manipulated by the book into whatever. Maybe even another demon lord or two to send back to the City. You would need bigger asspull write-ins than the ones I made to change anything from that position."}
+{"text":"You nod. \"You have time to consider it. Perhaps we will be able to find a solution for both of our problems.\" \"Yes...\" Vault turns to look at Mandevilla. \"As for you, I wish to teach you some things before we must venture out to slay the great beast. It is quite clear to me that you have been blessed with a fine gift indeed, good miss.\" The enchantress seems surprised that the wizard is even talking to her. \"Me?\" She points to herself and twiddles with a lock of her hair with her free hand. \"Yes Miss. Your natural store of mana is quite large. A wizard must not only train his mind, but also his senses. I can feel it resonating within you, like ripples in a great well. I understand that you were using your control over plants in the forest, yes? I could watch from afar, but I was afraid of approaching you.\" \"I'm sorry, I--,\" Mandevilla brings her head down, a pang of guilt flashes across her face. Vault grins. \"We all have a past. What matters is what shall you make of your future?\" You nod. \"If Vault can teach you to better use your magic, you should allow him to. If we are to fight against a powerful enemy, we all will need to sharpen our skills. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"What will your main focus be during the month of preparation? Seek the spirit of the sacred well, and ask it to lend you it's power for your righteous quest. Delving ruins under the city and fighting the great beast will be dangerous. You will enlist help from the townsfolk. Focus on training with Vault and Mandevilla. You must sharpen your mind, body, and skills. Help Vault petition Lord Tarnestead for assistance."}
+{"text":"Focus on training with Vault and Mandevilla. You must sharpen your mind, body, and skills. I think the right move. Ideally with a few weeks of focus we can learn a new spell or two, and also learn how to use a weapon. Instead of petitioning the Lord to send us backup, maybe we just ask for him to send us one of his veteran warriors to tutor us in the use of a spear? In particularly large caverns we may be able to use our bird form, but in tunnels or the corridors of sunken ruins, we will probably need to rely on other means of defending ourselves. Mandy, likewise, would benefit from expanding her repertoire beyond plants into maybe stones or air/wind if it's possible? Welcome back QM! Happy New Year!"}
+{"text":"Welcome back, OP! Focus on training with Vault and Mandevilla. You must sharpen your mind, body, and skills. No need to petition the lord or townsfolk if martial arts are useless against this creature we're killing, as Vault seems to be insisting."}
+{"text":"Uh, QM?"}
+{"text":"Choose race: Velociraptors Loli Vampires Reincarnating Druids Choose Location: Continent Wide Jungle Lovecraftian Megacity Menhirs Of Trial And Error"}
+{"text":"Rolled 36, 54, 16 = 106 (3d100) Spend 1 blood for a +20 to the middle roll."}
+{"text":"Rolled 74, 57, 19 = 150 (3d100) I am really more leaning for the cripple. Do to wanting more freedom to build up. Yet that would just make it one vote for each thing. I am also unsure of the lore and how they think. So it will matter less if they are out for end no matter what. Rip And Tear Better to not risk the blood until we have back supply I think. With the rolls is it gonna be who ever rolls first or we all just gonna roll after picking something?"}
+{"text":"OP ?"}
+{"text":"Sad. Civilization quests don't usually last long, but this didn't seem like a civ, really, and had more creative spark."}
+{"text":"It's velociraptor, so obviously velociraptor"}
+{"text":"This is but one of the legends of which the people speak... Long ago, there existed a kingdom where a golden power lay hidden. It was a prosperous land blessed with green forests, tall mountains, and peace. But one day, a man of great evil found the golden power and took it for himself. With its strength at his command, he spread darkness across the kingdom. But then, when all hope had died, and the hour of doom seemed at hand... ...a young boy clothed in green appeared as if from nowhere. Wielding the blade of evil's bane, he sealed the dark one away and gave the land light. What became of the hero is lost to myth, another mystery of the past casting a long shadow. In one village, it is customary that when children come of age, they make a pilgrimage to the nearby ruins, and bring back an artifact. In doing so, they bring what was left in the dark to the light, and keep their history alive. You are from that village, and today you turn 18, and must make your own pilgrimage. Your father was an archeologist at Hyrule University, and now that it is your day to recover an artifact, you are determined to follow in his footsteps with your diligence. But shadows hang over more than the past, now. A ruthless warlord has rallied an army, and has laid siege to Hyrule castle for nearly a year, seeking to claim the golden power. Darkness gathers across the kingdom, and shadows stretch ever farther each passing day... Welcome to LOZ: Umbral Tower, where you will play an unlikely hero destined to save the kingdom from a neverending shadow. In this game you will roll pools of D6s based on your stats, which will improve over time, against competing pools of D6s, where 5's and 6's are considered successes. Ties normally go to the aggressor, not the defender. I may tweak this as we go. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Particular characters Iron Knuckles, both as another heavy armored enemy and more specifically the OoT bend with them being Gerudo. There's a lot of enemies I would like to see but I'm making the assumption a lot of them are going to inevitably show up due to the nature of the quest. More on Impa since she's Zuzo's mom would be cool. Old and New Kasuto would be cool and I echo the /qtg/ post about the CD-I games getting an appearance and more work here. Descriptions Good for both setting tone and describing key details. although I wish there were some more visuals for exact layout as personally I struggle to measure where everything is but I understand how verbose and annoying it can be to try to quantify everything spatially. QMing rules Seems you got most things out of the way in this thread. Just keep in mind the 72 hour bump limit so the thread isn't stuck slowly sliding to page 11 when it's still active. Vote options As has been said don't include an option you're not willing to write for. I was honestly very upset at Zuzo getting blinded and imprisoned after the fight with Dead Heart and had to remind myself there was still a chance things could get better (thank goodness they did) but you gave a good rationale for including them in the list. That said I would say that if Zuzo would consider an option bad than it shouldn't appear on the list of options. Mechanics Hard to say because I personally use just a simple percentile d100 B/W/Mo3 in a more narrative quest but this has precedence as a Vidya game. So far it's been working pretty fine but it always stings to see someone get a good roll after someone else."}
+{"text":"Iron Knuckles You will be pleased! Zuzo will be terrified Also as much as I like Kyokimi I am low-key hoping Zuzo's eventual love interest is a Gerudo woman... if Zuzo would consider an option bad than it shouldn't appear on the list of options. This is a very incisive piece of feedback that I will keep in mind; sometimes I find myself listing options more from the perspective of the omniscient narrator, and if I ground them more thoroughly from Zuzo's instead, I think that will help a lot."}
+{"text":"That's me^"}
+{"text":"I for one am with Skull-Kid. Gerudo chicks are definitely high up there but also if Subrosians show up I'm not going to be upset"}
+{"text":"Of course, keep in mind that there is almost certainly GOING to be a situation where Zuzo has to choose between bad options, and don't feel afraid to not give us an easy out. Also as much as I like Kyokimi I am low-key hoping Zuzo's eventual love interest is a Gerudo woman... Zuzo as James Bond, international ninja of mystery, seducing information out of the enemy with The Look and nothing else. Subrosians?"}
+{"text":"“HAHAHA, FOOLISH HEROES, KNEEL BEFORE MY GRAND MAGIC!” Your skeletal body, adorned in robes that have lived longer than any human has breathed, lords over the fallen party of heroes. Your ultimate Origin Magic, though incomplete, has proven more than sufficient to take on the pathetic mortals sent to their knees before its might. Miasma-smoke fills the room, spewed by the necromantic fire left in the wake of your destructive magnum opus. However, to your incredible satisfaction, the Holy Sword itself, the only weapon capable of striking you down, lies corroded beneath the hero’s tattered frame, little more than a sparkly pile of smoldering slag. Yes, your ultimate victory has been achie– Pain unlike any you’d ever imagined stabs through your very being, a thin, needle-like blade jutting out from the cluster of mana animating your undead body, destabilizing it, causing your very being to quiver and weaken. Something is wrong— something is very, very wrong. . You collapse to the floor, your head snapping 180 degrees back to see just who had landed the killing blow. If your eyes could widen, they would: the Hero Michael, who you had thought collapsed in front of you, stands proudly behind you with an unknown blade in your back. “H-how?” “Lich King Atrebor,” the hero declares, his obnoxious condescension shamelessly leaking into his words as he drives the blade even further through your ribs, “you may have been wary of me, the possessor of the Holy Sword, but you paid far too little attention to my real strength: my friends.” You turn your eyes back to the party: an illusion, a paltry trick, dissolves from the worthless entourage of the chosen one, revealing a golem in place of his second in command and that same eternal loser, Reinlock, in his place. “Impossible!” you roar, “I was certain! He– he had the holy sword! He acted just as you would!” Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Attempt to replicate her feat, supplementing your lacking magic with divine energy (requires a roll) Go big or go home! If that fails, we might want to throw some necromancy into it. Detritus-eating fungi are waaaay cooler than flowers in clean vases anyways. It is also a common mad mage theme."}
+{"text":"What I'm meaning to say is that we can't win this Nerd-off via pure life magic. We need to mix in something unique or something where we're extremely good at (golem creation, artifact creation, divine energy, and/or necromancy)"}
+{"text":"Simply observe her"}
+{"text":"Ponder how this knowledge might be applied to other fields"}
+{"text":"Simply observe her Glad you are back Po. I hope you are well. And as  says: write a dissertation Although we did not have any strong political ambitions within this current town yet, it would be wise to consider potential effects of this discovery. Hypothetical outcome: Solving food struggles in this harsch winter town. Potentially, this powerful piece of knowledge spreads. Although 'because science' is a perfectly good reason to do this research, its importance does call for some care. We can also try to leverage our discoveries, contain the information or sit back and see what unfolds. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Once upon a time, there was a stricken land where there was no such thing as day, nor morning, no sunrise or sunset, but endless dark. It was alone and obscure, on an island surrounded by waters as black as the sky. Yet the wind carried whispers of warmth and light, so the sad peoples of this land, intoxicated by the drink called hope, entreated their king to find the mythical sun and bring it to their lands. The king of the dark vowed to bring the morning to his people, and departed. After five years, while the king did not return, the morning did come, with all of the light and warmth that could be dreamed of. Yet while the people were happy, the new king’s heir, his granddaughter the crown princess, was skeptical of this new light. So, she ventured over the dark waters towards the light, and finally, she found a great tower atop which burned a sun nothing like had been spoken of, nor what seemed to create the new day. There she met her grandfather, and demanded of him the truth. Was there a sun, or no? Were they living in a day that was just night under a mask? Her elder, sad and weary, asked the simple question of if she could tell the difference. What distinguished the False Light from the Dawn? She could not answer, and returned home, keeping the secret to her grave. Yet, friends and followers of Ange, what if the Dawn that comes is false? What if it is so convincing that none of us can tell it true? What if indeed, the facsimile created is the true one after all? -The Heresy of the False Light, Apocryphal Speech said to be performed by Disgraced Socalist and Disciple of Anton Ange, Aster Du Langue"}
+{"text":"Ask any questions regarding Domensgrepp and its political situation and the history of it? How is the leadership of the Ten Clans determined and how influential are their decisions over their constituents? Longing for the good old days of Empire Getting btfo by a bunch of literally who's 300 years ago with their outer lands steadily assimilated by the new top dog I dunno Federation man, it definitely sounds like Vitelians and the Ljossnauk have plenty in common to seethe about."}
+{"text":"Attend to other things? See how the 3rd Battalion's ideological education is coming along. it definitely sounds like Vitelians and the Ljossnauk have plenty in common to seethe about. Damn, i just realized it. Will Vitelia ever recover from the relentless abuse? Who knows."}
+{"text":"Anons covered most of the questions regarding the politics. I guess I could add a question regarding who the Ljossnauk turn to as their closest \"leader\". My guess most of them fancy the chieftians and clan leaders of their own clans, but it will hardly be a Federation representative. I suppose we would be disappointed to ask about any Utopian movements that may be taking root here? You know, I could see Utopianism getting a small fanatic following here. After all, these people were some of the most fervent followers of the Judge in the Holy War. Such zealotry, with the right words and right ears to hear them, could easily turn into Revolutionary fervour. Sure, this is a traditional society, but the promise of bringing forth something greater and traveling abroad into glorious revolutions could sway those who believe Domensgrepp is stuck in their past. Supporting checking up on the ideological education of the Battalion. We gotta turn these bluebloods into redbloods. Damn, i just realized it. Will Vitelia ever recover from the relentless abuse? Who knows. Only through the Revolution can Vitelia be reborn. Believe it Anon."}
+{"text":"A cliff notes summary of the factions could be nice. I'm getting Northern Dawn, Southern Dusk (with the Southern's being displaced and potential agitators). Then there are the Half-Hand and the Three Fingers (with the three fingers referring to the affected groups, and potential agitators). And then the clans in general vs the Popelyude. Basically just trying to find out which groups are pro-federation and which are pro-independence would be good at a high level. Feels like Irish vs British and Catholic vs Protestant overlapping lines. Or maybe just the slavic states that all want to break apart post WW2. In character could ask in reference to the chess board (and this guy's plots within plots) which piece our merc company represents and how we will be used. He likely won't share the big picture but we need to know our role to not mess it up (e.g we've been told not to take the initiative which must be to not disrupt the big picture). Also are there any other national or religious holiday's, or anniversaries coming up that might be used by agitators to kick off drama? Other things I'd like to start recruiting but don't want to be in a situation where we've got all these revolutionary minded agitators that then need to go an suppress their own clans etc. Reminds me of the Ellowie units in the DMZ that were more interesting in helping their countrymen, than suppressing them. There is an upcoming civil war in Vitelia, which IIRC loses steam and then the revolutionary army goes into Halmeggia, but isn't too successful over there either (in part due to our favorite Reich paratrooper). That was from the perspective of Richter on the other side of the continent. So the Dawn is a long ways off still."}
+{"text":"A spread of filling out the blank spaces where there be dragons. And checking in on how the spirit is cooking. I've just been chilling for today (at least, until work) so I won't be updating until tomorrow."}
+{"text":"So, a bit of clarification. Doom STOLE Dormammu's powers, completely ripped his magic from him. He's not possessed or controlled by Dormammu. So is Doom with Dormammu's stolen powers as dangerous as Dormammu or more? I find this opponent to be very enigmatic in terms of how much of a challenge he will be. Then again stealing Dormammu’s power in itself is impressive. Do you think that after tournament Chilli and Doom will start to hang out since they are both very smart when it comes to magic? Two hundred fifty... That's a really big number. I remember I really liked one Quest on /tg/. I still hope it is not over since there were so many things to do. There was an entire adventure ahead. I hope it will continue (pic related). There is only one problem with this. The last time QM of that quest posted was 12 years ago. I’m starting to think that maybe there will be no come back. My point with this is that it is really awesome that your quest is still going strong. You never ghosted us. I really appreciate this. Thank for all the fun that Saiyan Conqueror brings. I'm curious as to whether or not Hulk is the only Berserker capable of such rapid regeneration. What if in order to unlock it one needs to lose it’s sanity and become consumed by Berserker Soul? Perhaps there is big price for it? Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"More dangerous. As Dormammu is limited in what it can imagine, whereas Doom is creative. spoiler We'll see. Would take a little work for them to be okay with one another, Doom KILLED HIM after all. /tg/ quest I still remember Hydra quest, was fun as hell. Glad you've enjoyed the ride so far, I just hope it continuea being fun. Perhaps. Very unsettling, and glad you've enjoyed it. Do you mean by this that he fights Doom to the death or that Chilli fights to remain Chilli and to not turn permanently into pure avatar of Death? Well, he did already fight Doom to the death and lost, so..."}
+{"text":"Doom KILLED HIM after all. Pic."}
+{"text":"SOON! HA! Nice"}
+{"text":"It's time:"}
+{"text":"You were just a regular peasant woman in a small village in the frontier. One night, you were snatched out of your bed, gagged and dragged into a cave. You thought some horrible monster was going to eat you, but instead a group of figures wearing black robes put you in the center of magic circle and chanted. You felt hypnotized and soon realized that they had done something to your mind. You woke up outside the village the next day and walked home. In your mind you knew that you gained the power to cast some dangerous dark magic! You can hear voices inside your head telling you to do things, horrible unspeakable deed..."}
+{"text":"You go back to sleep, and you sleep surprisingly well despite the scrapping sound. In the morning, there are only piles of bones outside your door. Seems like the magic of the temple animates undead at night! What will you do with this knowledge? Go forage and be sure to be locked in at night Abandon this cursed place Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Get a few bones, perhaps just a skull, and see if they will animate inside your room tonight A talking skull buddy would be pretty nice, maybe even someone we could learn from"}
+{"text":"Go forage and be sure to be locked in at night"}
+{"text":"You go out to forage but make sure to return before dark. You then rummage through the bones until you find an unblemished skull. You bring it with you into the room with the beds and leave it on top of one of them. After a few hours you hear a loud scream. \"I'm alive! I'm alive again! Where... where is my body? Oh no! I'm still dead...\" \"What are you?\" Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Go to sleep and tomorrow you get the ruby"}
+{"text":"Why do you wear an armor where your pauldrons stop you from seeing around you my lady ? Is it not very unpractical, especially during a banquet ? Ask lady Sue how she rules her fief if she is so clever. Ask Dynepala if her order has lands and peasants under it's protection. Ask the women about the tournament's favourites."}
+{"text":"We do not wear such armors in France, only the head is in a steel helmet and the legs are protected too by steel plate. We generally wear chain mail, I did not have time to buy an Indian armor. Ask Lady Sue how she rules her fief if she is so clever. Ask Dynepala if her order has lands and peasants under it's protection. More alliance-building!"}
+{"text":"We do not wear such armors in France, only the head is in a steel helmet and the legs are protected too by steel plate. We generally wear chain mail, I did not have time to buy an Indian armor. Ask Dynepala if her order has lands and peasants under it's protection. Ask the women about the tournament's favourites. Ask the women about their opponents."}
+{"text":"We do not wear such armors in France, only the head is in a steel helmet and the legs are protected too by steel plate. We generally wear chain mail, I did not have time to buy an Indian armor. But thank you for your concern, milady (no need to be rude to Dynepala, she's much nicer than Lady Sue) Ask lady Sue how she rules her fief if she is so clever. Ask Dynepala if her order has lands and peasants under it's protection. Ask the women about the tournament's favourites."}
+{"text":"We do not wear such armors in France, only the head is in a steel helmet and the legs are protected too by steel plate. We generally wear chain mail, I did not have time to buy an Indian armor. Perhaps if the lord wills it, we will come away from this tournament with enough proceeds to commission a custom set of armor, one that is more practical. Depending on the cost, perhaps we might do the same for our knights? But thank you for your concern, milady (no need to be rude to Dynepala, she's much nicer than Lady Sue) Ask lady Sue how she rules her fief if she is so clever. Ask Dynepala if her order has lands and peasants under it's protection."}
+{"text":"You are a thrall, a slave, bonded to the house of the Chieftain of this village in order to pay off your late uncle's debts, under whose scornful eye and ready hand you had been formerly raised. Though the debts are formidable, your labors these past seven years have diminished them to the point where a release seems no longer impossible. You cannot claim that it was by your diligence alone that this was accomplished; the Chieftain's generosity also played a substantial part. He took you into his own home, to serve as a companion for his only son, and has always dealt fairly with you as he does with all his subordinates. Indeed, he seems more eager to see you freed from bondage than perhaps even yourself. And it is that sentiment, along with a hundred other kindnesses he has shown you during your time of service, that compels you to remain with his house, even after your freedom is achieved. It is an outcome not entirely unwanted by the Chieftain either, for your service has revealed the possession of certain worthy talents. You have a natural genius for sword-skill. A quickness of eye and hand that are unmatched in the village, which you have developed into a kind of preternatural sixth sense for danger. You have a gift for making others feel at ease. Your good looks and skill as a raconteur are contributing factors, but it is your naturally sunny disposition that charms all who meet you. You have a prodigious gift for symbols, figures, and other abstractions. Your sense of measure is especially keen, making you an ideal craftsman, shipbuilder, or even sailor"}
+{"text":"uhh op?"}
+{"text":"Hopefully it returns in January...."}
+{"text":"OP here once again. Still kicking. Just waiting for holidays to start again. But I gotta say this new captcha is a nightmare for me."}
+{"text":"It is quite the pain, especially at first."}
+{"text":"Stay strong"}
+{"text":"Somewhere in the southeastern United States is a small town named Whispering Oaks. The town has a population of roughly 10,000 people and it’s situated about an hour’s (assuming good traffic) drive away from the nearest big city. There’s nothing particularly special about this small town that sets it apart from the rest, but it’s your small town. It’s where you were born and raised, and it’s where your family’s planted their roots. It’s an off year. The president was elected last year and the midterms are the year after this, so there’s not much in the news right now, election wise…except in Whispering Oaks. Not only is every seat in the city council scheduled for re-election, but so too is the mayor. You’ve thought about it for a while, but now you’ve decided: this year, you will run for mayor, challenging the sitting one. But first, we must figure out some key things about you. It should be noted that some of these factors will influence your chances of getting elected. Name. Age. (Must be 18+) Sex. Occupation. (Can have multiple) Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Locking this one in since it’s the only answer."}
+{"text":"'Tis the season for slow responses. Don't take it to heart, QM."}
+{"text":"Due to factors both internal and external, I don’t think I’m capable or willing to continue this quest any more. My apologies to anyone who made it tho far."}
+{"text":"Damn. Well, okay. Thanks for letting us know."}
+{"text":"No worries. Good luck next time QM."}
+{"text":"cock"}
+{"text":"dingaling"}
+{"text":"picrel omgggg that's where the girls chased Kaku, near where anime happened dat pastebin jesus. christ. i'm both baffled and flattered by the passion and by that being by far the single longest fucking prompt i'll ever get, but that read is gonna have to wait at least until this thread is done. i'm dealing with shit and recollecting my thoughts: we do the case and then we call it /thread. then i fix my shit and onto the next; we won't wait that much more till next post. what matters most to me is first to demo this shit and see if it works, otherwise i'll have to change plans"}
+{"text":"Giving the girls something not in their current wardrobe Maybe will colour it when I stop getting random headaches from lack of sleep"}
+{"text":"Nine years ago King Aiden Perenolde betrayed the Alliance and sided with the Horde of Orgrim Doomhammer. Nine years ago Prince Alric Perenolde, the second heir of Alterac was sent into exile for his own protection. This exile turned permanent and Captain Normand Garside, your guardian for the past nine years made sure that you were safe and learned the useful skills that would help you in the future. Now you are ready to carry the responsibility and unite the scattered Alteraci people and reclaim the lands that were once the Kingdom of Alterac. Politely saying everything had gone to shit. King Varian in his melancholy and delusion had arrested Prince Alric for what he saw in Alric's part in Lady Katrana Prestor's attempt to wrestle the control of the Kingdom of Stormwind to herself. In reality Alric had been the voice of reason and tried to negotiate a peaceful solution to all this. What had followed was a swift counter-coup and Malevus found herself being chased by a bunch of thugs wearing the King's tabards. Danger, intrigue and diplomacy filled her days as she was steadfast in her mission to rescue Alric. And now she is on her way to the Stormwind Keep, into the Lion's Den to rescue the man she loves so much. Welcome to Alterac Resurgent Quest! … Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"“Jaina, you didn’t pick anything?” You asked her. “Nah, Dalaran has big enough libraries that I don’t really need to buy any books.” Jaina answered. “Tandred?” You asked next. “Books… they are not my thing Lady Malevus.” He answered. “So what next?” Alric asked. “It is not that late, we still have plenty of time.” He was right, there was still quite a lot of time. It hadn’t taken that long during your visit to the bookstore and you could just quickly pick up something to eat on the way. Though what should you do? Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"The Old Clothier has probably something waiting for you. It would be nice to visit him and thank him for all the help he gave, especially as he was quite a big help in making the fancy dress. Estate tomorow."}
+{"text":"The Old Clothier has probably something waiting for you. It would be nice to visit him and thank him for all the help he gave, especially as he was quite a big help in making the fancy dress. Estate we can do tomorrow, I was expecting time to explore it anyways."}
+{"text":"The Old Clothier has probably something waiting for you. It would be nice to visit him and thank him for all the help he gave, especially as he was quite a big help in making the fancy dress."}
+{"text":"The Old Clothier has probably something waiting for you. It would be nice to visit him and thank him for all the help he gave, especially as he was quite a big help in making the fancy dress."}
+{"text":"Last time, the highly anticipated return of the Kingdom of Coziness is here. Its newer two residents are your queen (Lydie) and your maid (Kushi)! The comfy lands (Beth’s bed) are being enjoyed together under the stars (a tent in the backyard). You’re feasting together with cake and tea! “As requested, esteemed Chef Ando.” Kushi hands over a big tray with all the items you asked for. “Please, serve yourself some. There’s cake aplenty.” You’re a magnanimous king. Your goods are the Kingdom’s goods. “As I said, join us!” “Very well.” Kushi doesn’t mind eating even more cake, better with you by her side. The entire group is on the bed now. “Dear Maid, you implied there’s something that you want from my precious gem no matter what. Pray tell?” Lydie doesn’t forget any details. “Look at how I’m dressed for five seconds, and take a guess. Even if I prefer if you don’t.” Maid Kushi is a little upset to explain as she covers herself with her arms. “You want to embarrass me even more, don’t you?” “No, no, no! I want to learn more about you. Beauty is expressed in different ways, and I want to learn yours. You’ve been a revelation so far!” Lydie doesn’t mean anything bad by it. “Only he can fulfill this role.” Kushi refuses to say more. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"The darkness from the tent calls once again, Beth’s pressure is felt by everyone, your time with your teacher is soon coming to an end… “I love you too, and I don’t mind, but…” You pat the head of the comfy woman. “I know… I can hear Beth’s voice...” Nina pouts. She can be a little childish every now and then. “It’s my turn…” Beth snaps her fingers for the final time for the night(?)… From the darkness, the mastermind behind it all shows up! “My beloveds, did you have fun?” Beth giggles as she steps forward. “No need to ask!” You wink. The former prisoner smiles back. “Indeed. Look at the smile on you two, mainly this adorable woman’s.” Beth teases the maid. “You’ve behaved well, just one last step left.” Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"After so many love sessions, you were spent, and let the world of dreams take you away. Then reality violently brings you back! Well, not that violently since you’re cuddling with Beth, it’s early morning, for some reason your phone is noisy enough to wake you up. There’s a message from Celia, it’s about the date. You can’t forget your promise. The Calamity Cola will come up clutch for today… Sadly, this is all we have for this thread! Thanks for playing, and see you next time!"}
+{"text":"Thanks for running!"}
+{"text":"Thanks for running"}
+{"text":"Thanks for running! Next time, could you add bush?"}
+{"text":"It is the chirping of the birds which first jolts you from your stupor, proudly sitting upon their trees, singing jollies to and fro of the merry morning lights. You, who had found no rest, no shut eyes throughout the night, take it simply as an ringing pain on your head. For though you had momentarily found yourself lacking in cognition, it was not rest which you had felt, but a lapse in concentration, a departure of your thinking to some state of sickly torpor. You had not slept for the entire night, and certainly, it hath given no benefit to your condition. But then again, how could you, with the challenges that you faced? You are Alessandro Galliota, the Viscount of Portblanc. That much you can be sure of, even in your sorry state...you, who had been brought here to this land of Nera, this distant land from your own, by your great liege Don Carles IV Brascarams. You had come here to wage war in the name of the Spisa family, allied to your country, against the forces of the Fortelli, friendly to your foe. You had launched a campaign throughout their borderlands, partaken in a siege, and most of all, you had faced a force far mightier than yours, many times greater in both number and capability, aided by scores of Himmmerian Giants, those most fearful of enemies of the human race. For a whole day, you had succesfully fought them of, and, shattering the bridge which they sought to take in an pivotal moment, you had sunk to the depths of the river hundreds of their men. You escaped death, too, by a hair's breadth, when the infamous Famiglia, those mighty knights of Nera, armed with beastly amazonian mounts, had been able to momentarily breach your formation. It was only by bidding your musketeers to fire upon them even as they fought your own men that you had survived, though at the cost of your entire retinue. All those things and much many others had happened yesterday, in this battle upon the Vessena. This battle, you are certain, has not ended yet, and it is this which brings you trouble. For today you must seek out victory and find a way to hold your foes at bay until the city of Montechia falls! For now, however, breakfast will have to do. Shaking yourself out of this stasis, you raise yourself from the piece of wood that you had used as a seat for the night. Because you had fled into the grove to make your camp, you did not have the amenities of your lordly tent. Of course, compared to those amongst the soldiery who did not have any tent at all, you were not in a poor state. You order one of your servants to gather up whatever is available for you. What you receive, after some time, is...some bread, and some of the cheap rum that was served to the soldiery. Though it be enough to fill you, you cannot help but feel some manner of bitterness in the knowledge that you stand but a few minutes of travel away from your supply wagons."}
+{"text":"Nothing particularly wild... Sadly, no update today, as the next one is pretty big and will require some extra work. In the meanwhile, I'll ask: are you enjoying this thread? Although it was originally intended as just an ending for the previous, I decided to just stretch it into a full. It hasn't really had combat like the previous ones, so I'm not sure if this civil administration stuff is fun."}
+{"text":"Hmmm... I don't like it as much as combat, but I think it overall improves the feel of the quest. It makes the world and the character feel more fleshed out, which will make the next war more interesting to play. It helps that you are a fantastic writer"}
+{"text":"I probably would have liked it more had we joined the army as I am here for pike and shot warfare. But that being said your writing has made it so I have not grown bored and its good to expand our background so we know what Alessandro is fighting for."}
+{"text":"It is good and I enjoy it. Thank you for your work as ever TercioQM"}
+{"text":"It is a nice interlude. Helps know what the stakes are when we go off to battle, and helps flesh out (hopefully) that we might want to manage our affairs from afar etc. I think choosing a few options and talking to some people to flesh out the world is pretty good enough."}
+{"text":"Paws? What is up with him. Aubrey has some odd theories. Believes he knows things. Might be a secret Animagus, even. no way thats just a cat... Friday morning. What she knew of it and it’s strangeness About Ilvermorny in general; the teachers, the, Pukwudgies, the Castle and campus About Enchanting and Blacksmithing. Show here your rig and Em’s necklace. The ministry could only detect some normal charms but if they could do more? You needed as many tools as you can get this but dont tell everything about our rig, something doesnt sit right with me about her, feeling a bit suspicious..."}
+{"text":"I should have just waited and posted in the morning; should have rolled my self to speed stuff up. It should also been made it clear that for every 25 points you get a question and that 85 DC was meant to be a 75 and a full pass would get you a bonus. Sorry, even though it would not matter with the 50. However, as an apology, I'll give you 3 questions. Then commit sudoku due too my sham, kek. When picking them, please just order them from top to bottom to make my life easier. Is that the order you wanted them, what you wanted most 1st and what you wanted least at the bottom, depending on # of passes?"}
+{"text":"sure"}
+{"text":"Rolled 14 (1d100) holy shit i completely forgot about rolling, thats on me. still gonna roll just in case anything could change. i guess in order of top to botton, at the top is the cat, i think we both chose that one as the first one for a reason. next, the friday morning one then enchanting and blacksmithing and then ilvermorny"}
+{"text":"Okay. So many choices on one vote was dub given the player count, as was trying yo order them. Not going to make that mistake again. So, I am just going to put hem together in a logical way. I'm sorry but it might be Sunday before we get going there wise.. I appreciated everyone who reads and votes; sorry. This quest is already slow. Going to start writing."}
+{"text":"Hi! This is my gay larp story. Please don't laugh at me. It's not quite as fantastical as everything else here but I hope you enjoy it. Decisions will either be from a presented set that can be overridden by popular will at my discretion, or by simple suggestion. Will use d100, applying \"Degrees of success\" rules that may be familiar to some. For those unfamiliar, rolling a 50 on a dv 40 is 1 degree, 60 2, 70 3, and so forth. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ IT IS 2026 THE \"AMERICAN REVOLUTION\" FAILED 250 YEARS AGO. YOU HAVE LIVED IN BRITISH OCCUPIED AMERICA FOR YOUR ENTIRE LIFE, AS DID TEN GENERATIONS BEFORE YOU. 26 YEARS AGO, A COORDINATED SERIES OF ATTACKS ACROSS NEW YORK, PHILADELPHIA, AND BOSTON LEAD TO PARLIAMENT PASSING THE \"ANTI-TERROR AND SECURITY ACT OF 2000\", GIVING CROWN POLICE, ROYAL ARMED FORCES, AND THE VARIOUS INTELLIGENCE MINISTRIES BROADER POWERS THAN THEY PREVIOUSLY HELD. SURVEILLANCE IS A FACT OF LIFE. IT IS 8:00 AM ON MONDAY, IN [Boston/NYC/Philadelphia]. YOU HAVE JUST LEFT THE FRONT DOOR TO YOUR HOME/APARTMENT. YOUR SHIFT AT [Retail store/Industrial Facility/Office] IS IN AN HOUR. TODAY YOU WILL [Walk, Take the bus, Take the subway, Take a cab]. THE AIR IS CRISP AND COOL, THE SKY A STEELY GREY. AN URBAN-CAMOUFLAGED ARMORED CAR TURNS LEFT ON THE BLOCK BEFORE YOU, IT'S DIESEL ENGINE WHINING MONSTROUSLY. AS IT PASSES YOU, THE EMPTY PUPIL OF IT'S REMOTELY CONTROLLED 12.7MM TURRET MEETS YOUR GAZE, TRACKING YOU FOR A FEW SHORT SECONDS BEFORE PIVOTING TO REGARD THE POTENTIAL THREATS AHEAD. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"I worked in Britain for a few years and, while those decent foods you listed exist, the average Brit consumes the most disgusting and bland slop imaginable for their daily meals. Everything is boiled until it loses all texture and flavor, nothing js seasoned, it is just grim over there. I will concede that they have good baked goods"}
+{"text":"Britain is a globohomo identity wearing the flayed skin of England as a trophy. I've never been to the fatherland, so I can't really comment on how it is now, but almost the whole canon of foods that you will find in supermarkets is derived from English origins. It's literally the \"Fish don't see water\" meme when talking about English cuisine. It's everywhere and it's the default."}
+{"text":"Then why arent they eating the good food?"}
+{"text":"Don't be a pussy OP. I demand to be entertained."}
+{"text":"Indeed, Give me an update or give me death!"}
+{"text":"Totemists, one of the first lines of defense against the malicious and monstrous, famed slayers of Behemoths which are perhaps the most dangerous examples of such, and bridge to the domains of spirits and magic unseen. The role is not an easy one of course, but it must be done and has been since time before almost all written history. You are Capran, young man of the Four Peaks mountains, pupil of Oranya Skystrike. There has been a lot of unrest on the mountain slopes lately, the issue growing further with each day it seems, but with your teacher still guiding you, there will always be a way to deal with it the trouble. Such as this post mimic, which stands on thin wood-splinter-like legs and angrily spears them into the ground beneath it at the failure of its ambush. You stand nearby your teacher and her friend Heyra, ready and willing to destroy this mimic. Awful thing. You're rather happy you three are the one who found it rather than some poor patrol guard or villager. Cont"}
+{"text":"(sorry for the update and dip, but it's late here and I work a full day tomorrow.)"}
+{"text":"Follow at Ghesha's pace. Keep a level head and don't attract attention."}
+{"text":"Follow at Ghesha's pace. Keep a level head and don't attract attention. gotta wait for Ekasta to start something"}
+{"text":"Not dead but this little fucker decided my fingers needed to be torn into. Doesn't look like it'll need stitches but I can barely type."}
+{"text":"Here is hoping it doesn't get infected or anything."}
+{"text":"Use your knowledge of Cartoons to steal the F-16. What will you do after you've stolen it?"}
+{"text":"Idiot What if it stops raining? Then you fall out of the sky"}
+{"text":"You take the F-16 for a joyride. But sirens blare, and an AA gun shoots you down. The world turns black… until a sliver of light breaks through the darkness. Tearing your eyelids open, you find yourself inside the cockpit of an F-16C Fighting Falcon. Somehow, it carries infinite bullets, 70 missiles, 16 4AAMs, and 5 flares. “Da fuck?” you mutter. Peering out through the canopy, a deep blue sky stretches above you. Below, a shimmering ocean rushes past, dotted with scenic isles. Your confusion deepens. Then, an oddly familiar voice crackles through the radio: “Glad to have you back with us, Mobius 1. This is AWACS SkyEye. I’ll be, once again, serving as your eyes and ears for this mission.” Mobius 1? SkyEye? Aren’t those names from the popular 2001 fighter jet video game Ace Combat 04: Shattered Skies, published by Namco for the PlayStation 2? How strangely specific! You remember playing it once on an emulator a couple of years ago. Could it have left such a strong impression that you’re now hallucinating about it, while your real body is presumably tumbling toward Earth inside a burning aircraft? But the feeling of the flight-stick in your grip, the low hum of the engine in your ears, and the warm sun glaring down on your bald scalp all feel too real. Can this be real? Or could this be... Stangereal! Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Strafe an Arabian wedding, or an elementary school, whichever one you find first."}
+{"text":"I like this once, I haven't been posting cuz most of these ideas make no sense even by cartoon standards"}
+{"text":"I am OP, my IP reset"}
+{"text":"Pick Race Orc Goblin Troll Bugbear Cyclopes Pick Location Mountains Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Warlord"}
+{"text":"The lack of food worries you, the shamans say we'll break apart if it runs out. You have a stockpile of bones to keep fed for a while. Your 3 shamans have grown into the tree allowing them to be closer to the forest. Korg ponders over his options. Tribe Action Expand the hunting grounds around your home. Mass a hunting party with your warriors and stockpile more food. Migrate to an area with more food. Scout find out what is causing the lack of food."}
+{"text":"Scout find out what is causing the lack of food."}
+{"text":"Scout find out what is causing the lack of food."}
+{"text":"Scout find out what is causing the lack of food."}
+{"text":"Planet Dump25... Widely known as one of the worst planets in the galaxy, but not as bad as Dump26. The sickly glow of a diseased star irradiates this misbegotten place daily, providing a feeble facsimile of sunlight to the two and a half species of MISERABLE FUCK that live there. the ELLY is a photosynthetic creature that uses its big veiny EARS to gather SUNLIGHT the PHANT is a CARNIVORE, it EATS the ELLY the BUTTLEECH is a FREELOADER, it SUCKS poop from the PHANT's butt Perhaps in time, these genetic rejects will give rise to a thriving ecosystem... But probably not Rules: 1. Find a creature suffering from environmental pressures 2. Copy it into MS Paint (or any other anti-aliased drawing program, if you're fancy like that) 3. Add a feature to the creature that will make it better at not dying 4. Reply to the post that had the old creature with your new, improved creature (and describe how it's different) It's that easy! And they told me you needed a degree to be an evolutionary biologist..."}
+{"text":"Yup. They fly now."}
+{"text":"Here is an evo that does not require a picture, more of a social evolution. So you know how chimps do social grooming, picking each other clean of the various bugs and parasites that live in their fur? Well, the Gnorsh starts to develop something like that. Herds of Gnorsh will practice social grooming by way of brown-nosing each other. But this ain't because they have a fart fetish, it's to help remove buttleeches from their herdmate's body. Fewer leeches, the fewer nutrients get lost to b the parasites. Nasty? Absolutely. But Nature is a practical sort not concerned with little things like propriety or decency."}
+{"text":"The inflated buttleech's neck grows longer so that while they may float atop the polluted waters of Dump25, they may still suck down delicious sludge."}
+{"text":"the advent of grooming creates strong \"social\" bonding among genetically close members of the species, grooming offers next to no dirrect benefit to the individual this \"indirect fitness\" benefits there genetics to spread in the population with frontal bottom \"pinching teeth\" with a narrow channel between the teeth allowing for vedging protrusions to pull and slightly motile flat gripper teeth that all around makes grooming easier"}
+{"text":"longer mouth increases reach and killing power to snatch up prey along with just some skin secretions to lower that chance of parasites"}
+{"text":"Monday Grid Sector 11873, Defensive Position \"Razorback\" The Bradley 1A5 kept firing with it's auto-cannon at the incoming target. One of it's tracks, the left one, was damaged. The rack of guided missiles had been emptied days ago and there hadn't been the chance to refill them. Quartermaster \"Godmother\" was inside the basement of a ruined house, missing it's second floor and portions of the first. The structure of plywood would provide minimal protection or cover, which was why he was underground. Beside him was Jack Price, the Engineer from MARS Incorporated, now a Lieutenant in what remained of the Armed Forces. Finally, if he was still alive, was Capt. Harry Grand from the Air Force. - - In the basement was a Javelin guided missile, loaded, but with no available reloads. There was also MARS MPAR, a laser guided upgrade of the FGM-172A SRAW project. That system and a single reload were bundled together. Both would require firing from outside or the precarious top floor. The other explosive options were the drum fed, six shot 40mm Milkor MGL.... OR three disposable AT-4ERs. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Rolled 3 (1d6)"}
+{"text":"I just barely understand what this means. ) The Bradley IFV angles it's turret and opens fire with a string of 25mm autocannon explosive rounds at the incoming fast moving vehicles, but they seemed to have limited effect, managing to not land that many or zero round nearby the fast moving vehicles."}
+{"text":"Rolled 3 + 5 (1d20 + 5) [Spoiler] Many thanks, and an astute analysis of the weapon. [/Spoiler] \"Red\" readies and fires the 40mm into the approaching smoke. Her laser get remains mounted on the window frame. (Rolling 40mm) !"}
+{"text":"damn caps.."}
+{"text":"According to GM... \"Red\" connects with the corner of a vehicle, not even the one she was aiming for, blowing out a tire and damaging a small chunk of it."}
+{"text":"in a meaningless world, a girl finds heaven in scarlet mist"}
+{"text":"Rolled 69 (1d100) Thoughts drift and find root in Hermione's mind. A dandelion sprouts. She remembers having to read those Arthurian Romances in French. Aurelia would stay up late reading them. Hermione would write commentary in the books, switch their covers, and randomly put them on the shelves. She despises the poet Chrétien for starting it and the city he came from. But magic does exist. Could there be a kernel of truth? Was there a lady of the lake? A grail, a sword cast into water, or a wise king's signet ring? Surely they would be immune to the ravages of time. Surely they deserve a proper owner. Surely her. The weasel might know the truth. INT: Could a Wish gather the relics and turn them into guns?"}
+{"text":"megakino mega mega kino actually this is now a fate quest (lmao) (:P)"}
+{"text":"this is now a fate quest (lmao) (:P) gacha hell"}
+{"text":"archive time?"}
+{"text":"We're still on Page 8 so there's no rush... that said if we archive now the archived thread will update with all subsequent posts. I can handle it later on today just to make it easy. Missing my #wolfpack, guys 0w0;"}
+{"text":"Howdy everyone this quest is inspired by Tower Dungeon, Dark Souls and gritty fantasy. With a rather flexible take on the Basic roleplaying Universal Game Engine is the basis for characters, skills and combat. _ One Hundred years have passed since the last Vexana Cosmesis influxia - The alignment of stars necessary for the correct partitions of the many seen and unseen angles of reality, allowing the beyond to grasp the physical once more. Since that moment every hour, minute and second has been counted as Kingdoms heed the awaited dirge. For the First City has returned to the world for just ten years until it is swallowed back by the accursed void, bringing with it relics of the past and horrors of a prophesied future. Dancing along the manic death spiral of time with little reason. Within the fabled Bed of Incongruity promises immense power and eternal life for all that sunder their way to the hidden cavity. Countless named and forgotten treasures of equal might and greater also await those mad enough to brave the damned metropolis. The First City lies within once blessed lands, yet the centuries of isolation and exposure to distant dimensions has taken its toll, scattering the returning landscape with foreign contaminants, alien threats and unnatural constructs. The City's interior itself is a celestial hovel of unnatural geometry as reality bleeds away at the very point where the veil between the many planes awaits, existence is only a second thought here. Many such explorers claim to have witnessed their compatriots simply uncoiling from reality and ascending to the heavens without warning. The stars have aligned and the way is known, through the hazy miasma the Insane, Brave and Desperate rush like a tide of crashing waves against its walls."}
+{"text":"Inquisitive: \"Just to map?\" Beastman Knight"}
+{"text":"Supporting. Sadly we are fucking dumb as rocks, which is probably why we came here in the first place"}
+{"text":"Inquisitive: Robber Prince"}
+{"text":"Inquisitive Beastman Knight"}
+{"text":"Inquisitive Beastman Knight"}
+{"text":"Welcome to CBF, a game set in the cyberpunk future of Charleston, SC, using the horror/urban fantasy world of Changeling: The Lost (and most of the rest of World of Darkness) as it's larger backdrop. You will be a Changeling, someone that was taken by the True Fae to an alien realm, Arcadia, across the hedge between reality and dreams. They left a Fetch behind in your place, a simulacrum that took your place among your friends and family, making your disappearance unnoticeable. While in captivity, you were traumatized, and forcibly transformed into a creature, or perhaps a decoration, or tool. You've since escaped, back to the real world, back to Charleston, SC, now, in the year 2198. You command certain supernatural abilities by making contracts and pacts with the forces of nature and reality, and can also make magically binding bargains with other Changelings and mortals. To non-fae creatures, you are by all appearances a human, maybe quite similar to your original self, but possibly older, younger, scarred, or with certain traits having since been altered - time passes in strange ways within Arcadia, and the marks left by the True Fae vary in their subtlety. Other Changelings, fae creatures, and certain other supernatural beings, however, can see past the Mask of concealing faerie magic, and view your true self - be that a musclebound troll, or an automaton cobbled together from wax and copper in your own former image. Megacorporations and stranger monsters than yourself pull the strings of society in these neon nights, and you will struggle with maintaining your humanity, and sanity, while navigating the maddening world of the fae, and the soul-crushing dystopia that's been produced by generations of greedy, sociopathic humans. You escaped from the creature that abducted you some ten years ago, and have survived in that time by honing your skills and picking your battles."}
+{"text":"Annnnnnnnnd finally If you were keeping up with this quest (thanks again!!!!) but don't keep up with /qtg/ (I can see why, some of the guys in there are very strange), these are some ideas I have for a different quest since I am putting this on the back burner for a while. Please consider weighing in on what I write next!"}
+{"text":"Shame but at yeah LOZ should be fun and judging by the first thread more popular"}
+{"text":"Sorry I should have not kept lurking really loved it and will now go to catch up again"}
+{"text":"It's ok buddy, Percy will be back! Check out After-Bloom if you liked this quest, there are some common threads and I think you'd enjoy it!"}
+{"text":"The president put on the ceremonial gowns, now knowing the terrible conventions of society. A forbidden fruit, offered to her by subordinates and friends, that which they all deemed an essential part of youth; the what to say, the what not to say; the great secrets of seduction; the three gazes of the man-eating leopard; “The height of skirt that melts the inexperienced virgin”. And she endured it all, like a woman. She endured to have them play with her, as if a rag or some mauled doll; only by the time they began to imply that the size of a bag was perspectively proportional to the osseous width of her body, she had already ran out of patience. And with the skirt, and the blouse, the inconspicuous accessory and the invincible bow of black hair, victory was served with imminence, and tremendous prematurity. As the lead of the Paranormal Investigation Club, she was in labour of solving mysteries in the company of her most trusted. Who hasn’t heard yet about the rapist of human souls, the phantom on the staircase, or the not single instance when the devil went and took the farmer's cows for a dance? After that, and many other adventures together; seemingly united, in their hearts she earned a deep place with her pure merit. And this time it was their turn to prepare her with the ubiquitous knowledge, to face the unknown, and perhaps even… to scare her fears. Trembled the world when the day came, Surely, long had spilled been the tea; and yet, in shame, a single drop lied and dared not to be spit. She, and she alone knew; thoughtless, truly thoughtless the compromise had been conceived. Upon their first and only conversation she was met with a sudden and unknown boiling emotion. She couldn't admit; the temptation was too much to bear. From the pure desire to partake in that which impossible is, agreed they to meet the next Sunday, despite knowing her she lived in the neighboring city. And even then, prepared and committed, without respect for distance, without fear, she departed on the afternoon, towards a station lost in time, lost from reason, all so she could ever meet with him... the next morning. - The Hairy Hand is a quest ruled by contradiction of wills and whims The President has towards all gruesome realities awaiting. Survival is doubtful, and physical integrity is never assured; bad decisions are ultimate. Players can cumulatively pick a maximum of 3 choices, once 3 different courses of action are picked, no alternatives can be proposed nor votes. Actions are taken upon popular vote, effected at irregular, arbitrary and unforgiving times. Small and menial actions may be taken by individuals at times; affecting or not the outcome of an encounter. The whims of a few may just suffice to change The President's fate."}
+{"text":"Keep a steady pace- not by arriving earlier will you meet him any faster. [Continue thought + Earn an Skill] There's no reason to not choose this"}
+{"text":"Keep a steady pace- not by arriving earlier will you meet him any faster. [Continue thought + Earn an Skill]"}
+{"text":"Oh, its not archived yet, guess we better continue."}
+{"text":"It would be nice, I was expecting at least for one bad thing to happen to her."}
+{"text":"Decide not to go."}
+{"text":"You are Gamma the Lich. Your phylactery was found by an elf mage and shattered, but you had a last resort kind of deal you prepared with one of your servants, a wicked druid called Sima, where upon your phylactery being broken your soul would escaped and instantly be reincarnated on someone random somewhere. A few years of unconsciousness passed in a flash, and lo and behold, you're a teenage girl in some backwards village. Seems like you're being gangraped by orcs. Oh well, so that was the traumatic event that would awaken you the druid spoke about. You consume the fraying soul of your host and regain a sliver of your magical powers. You'll make sure to use them wisely. There is still the small issue that a bunch of orcs are raping you though... You got enough magic to cast 10 levels of spells. You do know some wicked epic level spells you could cast, but honestly, seems like an overkill. You basically know every single necromantic spell ever, even some no one else knows. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"That was close for the other nasty ones. Gather food - so they don't starve Every choice has a negative and a positive. But I think feeding them something other than the gruel before will boost morale a lot and allow them to have clearer thoughts. Even better if we can get some bait for rodents. It will make the Gathering them easier."}
+{"text":"The girls gather a bunch of blueberries, fruits, mushrooms, even some fat grubs and rabbits, then every night before sleeping we build a small fire to roast whatever is roastable, and partake of a hearty meal. You hear some weird things in the night, but you laught it off. You are the thing even other monsters fear when the sun goes down. On the third day, you see a village in the distance, a small settlement, maybe a thousand people. They have some farms, you can see the smoke of a forge, so they probably mine in the nearby caves, but little else. They have some spearmen patrolling the perimeter. You have about 150 SOUL POWER left. Approach the village, say you've escaped a bunch of orcs Destroy the spearmen and claim the village as your domain Hide in the caves and kidnap a couple miners to learn more about the village Hide in the caves, but send a couple girls saying they escaped orcs to gather information Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"New place and unknown culture to us, with to few to really make a good attempt to claim much of anything. Hide in the caves, but send a couple girls saying they escaped orcs to gather information The forest allows for freedom, but risk to the orcs and unknowns. I say move to the caves and with luck the orcs hit the town and we just have to deal with a random animal in the cave."}
+{"text":"Pondering that you have no way to know how this strange culture will react to you, you decide to hide in the caves. But you send a couple girls, instructing them to say they escaped form the orcs, to gather intelligence. Within, you find a Bear. Your baby is hungry and wants to eat it. Kill and eat the bear Shoo the bear away Kill the bear and raise him as undead Write in After a couple days, one of them shows up at the caves. \"The villagers have had problems with the orcs before and welcomed us well. The people here are very trusting. They are part of a kingdom called Merryland. They expected us to find roles within the village very quickly. We've been helping with cooking and today I volunteered to bring food to the miners, then I slipped by here to tell you about it.\" Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Kill and eat the bear The baby is likely our main way to fight and save energy. Kidnap and sacrifice a few people Information is a power in it's own right, but time will allow for only so much gathering. It's a risk for sure, but with luck maybe the orcs can be blamed. The other thought I have is for us to plague the food and water of the town. Starting with small things that could be seen as that has been around for some time. With luck we weaken the fighters to allow us time to gather needs before we move."}
+{"text":"Pick race and location"}
+{"text":"You feed the weird thing to a yung one. He starts screaming and acting erratically, You beat him up a little and ask him what is he seeing. He says he sees spiders everywhere on the walls, a hole in the ceiling and a huge troll on fire in the sky, gazing straight at him. \"Talk to him.\" \"What should I say?\" \"What do you think?\" \"Flaming troll in the sky! How come you don't die in the fire?\" Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Rolled 6, 41, 64, 87, 21, 6, 9, 35, 44, 10, 24, 96 = 443 (12d100) The tribe always needs food. Steal more food from the humans. I assume this is like an attack so rolling"}
+{"text":"eh, if you go through with it you don't land a single blow with this roll. I will wait at least for more rolls."}
+{"text":"Well, I waited enough, no one rolled. Should I go with your roll anyway, or do you want to roll again?"}
+{"text":"Rolled 95, 26, 33, 32, 15, 19, 80, 73, 77, 6, 100, 19 = 575 (12d100) Let's add more dice to the pot."}
+{"text":"\"JESUS FUCK.\" A bit of spit leaves the girl's mouth with the utterance of the expletive. The thin blonde man shoots an annoyed look at his coworker as he leans on his broom, watching her wipe the spit from her chin. \"Hey, management said we couldn't curse. Get that side for me.\" The brunette gives him an indifferent glance, grabs a dustpan, and starts sweeping in various things: rose petals, scrapped, badly framed photos, a dust of cocaine that had slipped from some celebrity's torn pocket. She scoffs at the discovery of a used condom leaking all over the concrete. \"Just saying. You'd think that at a big event like this, people would be a bit more dignified.\" She turns to look at the big black block letters that burned boldly on the arena sign. MILLER V HAWKE FATHER V SON TONIGHT (1/5)"}
+{"text":"Thank you all for being so patient and for reading Minimum Wage Quest! I wanted this to continue all the way to 10 pages, but I don't think I have it in me to keep this thread going that long. This has been very educational for me, and the next thread will likely be shorter than this one, but longer than the first. I am so grateful to those of you that stuck around and waited so patiently, and I'm so sorry I'm ending this thread here. What did you think? I'd love your honest thoughts: what did you like, what did you dislike, what should I change, what should I keep? I think I'm going to end QM rolls. The entire reason I was rolling in the first place was for momentum's sake. It kept each update as an update instead of waiting for votes since I was a little scared they would slog the pace of the quest, but I think audience rolls are the way to go."}
+{"text":"Thanks for running it, QM! I really like the setting, and the premise. I love me some /x/ style woo woo lore. You're doing a really good job fleshing out the cast, too! I'm indifferent to who rolls, personally."}
+{"text":"Thanks for the extremely solid update QM! I'll +1 setting and premise. I love the premise and the \"quests\" inside the quest. Also, your incredible art makes the story even more compelling. I really loved the \"Hoe\" shower thought which is best pannel of the quest so far (despite the gifs being amazing) What I dislike : our active power seems to suck a lot. Oh well maybe we'll turn it into something useful for real."}
+{"text":"Don't forget to archive this"}
+{"text":"It was a great ride. On all marks you did excellent. The final battles and moments were well written, and captured the character of the internal factions so well. Going from that bitter ghost fleet scene to the wild ride of the megaton rain, ending with the reality of a post war existence and a touch of comedy for Glasner. Your Choice of music and art was on point. The story didn't revolve around the characters as hard as in the past, instead zooming in and out between the personal and macro really lent a sense of scale to the universe and was enjoyable. And it was all handled with a lot of unscheduled events and raw chaos in a way that worked well while seemingly operating at near zero personal battery. There are a lot of loose ends, and I hope you consider revisiting this strange place again."}
+{"text":"Did the (faster) options actually matter? Yes. In the beginning I had a hidden clock that ticked down towards Pact defeat. Choosing longer projects would make it tick down faster, as would failing the dice contest. As the quest progressed and the story started to take on a life of its own I gradually stopped using clocks and did things more based on QM fiat, but fast projects still mattered. Sometimes I'd be thinking of some disadvantage to introduce but decide not to because \"The players voted to roll out something quick so this thing isn't going to happen.\" If the players voted for the quick refits towards the end I'd just skip the dice rolls for complications because the refit was proven. Was there a route where we could have encouraged House Shimada to declare independence from the Empire? The short answer is no. The long answer is that I briefly considered giving you the opportunity when the Pact conquered Shima but decided against it since I was in a hurry to finish the quest and didn't want to meander along yet another sub-plot. Shirin Shimada was heavily invested in keeping Shima as her fief and while there might have been an angle you could have worked to turn her against the Empire the Pact characters remained unaware of it. Sequel when? I have no plans to run anything in the near future especially with my current RL situation. Space shipyard quest was never meant to be more than a one shot, but the brain worm kept returning so now it's become this weird story where the perspective shifts every thread. Even then I endeavor to make each thread stand on its own so there's still a sense of closure should I never run again."}
+{"text":"have we considered getting some fabricators and ship of our own and constructing self replicating robot swarms for resources?"}
+{"text":"Glasner's a genius but he's not that smart."}
+{"text":"also our faction's anti-AI culture would probably preclude making robots independent enough to self-replicate"}
+{"text":"Uncomfortable proximity aside, you can see that her concern is genuine, plus her strength can be of use. But why? \"Alright... mind the hat. Why are you concerned with Craig? Who is he to you?\" She thumps her chest, possibly an indication of indignance. \"He's my dearest friend's kid! So why shouldn't I be worried about him? What kind of friend would I be if I wasn't?\" Ah, a friend of Craig's parents, then. You motion for her to follow you inside the abandoned tower. A floor later, and you're kind of impressed at the variety and amount of traps there were in the first floor. That should suffice for small talk. \"Interesting how most of the traps are already deactivated...\" Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"□ Follow the others and run Better to follow their advice"}
+{"text":"□ Follow the others and run Probably."}
+{"text":"Run"}
+{"text":"□ Follow the others and run This would be an inopportune time to be sent back to Nowhere, what with the mission and all."}
+{"text":"Abigail thinks back to the conversation Miss Walsh had with her partner on the phone. Considering the timing of the rescheduled meeting… “We’re going to meet her. In front of the CNC.” She surmises. Oliver raises his eyebrows. “How can you be so sure about that? Maybe she was called by the Headmaster or some other staff member to fill her in on her duties since she’s new?” “Oliver, if I’m right then I’ll g-give- ahem.” Why is this still so hard? Abigail puts on her best teasing voice and tries again. “If I’m right then I’ll get a free pass to make you pose for a portrait in any way I want. If you’re right then you can ask me for… let’s say anything?” “Deal.” Oliver accepts as fast as possible. “Alright, let’s go lovebirds!” Alba shouts before storming into the crowd, beelining straight for the school exist and practically barrelling students out of the way all the while. The rest of the group quickly chase after her, both to exploit the opening and protect her from any students wanting to “Enforce the Rules” before they leave. Alba is still ahead of them the whole time despite carrying a box that’s larger and heavier than herself. How much does this girl exercise? Where does she hide the muscle?. “I’m guessing this is why you left a little girl to carry the box instead of doing it yourself, Oliver? Is this how you’re going to treat me in this relationship?” Abigail playfully teases as they walk out the school. Oliver raises his hand to his heart in faux offence. “My word, there’s no way I could let my lady sully her hands with such rough work! Especially when your hands are already dirty enough from all the painting you do.” Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Buy now I came here to buy underwear due to a pressing need for it, and now I get a discount! Would be pretty dumb of me to NOT get the new underwear, right? And then… I’ll head home. I’m probably like, sweaty and shit? Fuck my lungs hurt. Oh God are lungs meant to hurt?"}
+{"text":"The Jelly could stretch, of course. It could also change its form to a hard solid, a viscous jelly, and a liquid while still retaining full control of its body. Emilly has become gelatinous cube, eater of worlds. Those snacks though. Not very pleasant, sugar on sugar, rock candy and jelly, sure they texture was different, but the flavor being pure chem sugar. Not even natural flavoring. She looks at Marisa. \"Can you still make food from here? Just some fresh woodsmen bread with some salt and butter, and I'd be right as rain. Not like I got hurt the fight, uh.\" She remembers her arm, one that's still lying on the floor. \"Well, not in any way that matters... actually, belay that bread.\" She approaches the fallen limb, it's not a large piece of meat by any means, but unlike her regular state, being transformed actually means there's something on that bone. The cut wasn't too clean, probably expected with a spear. Blood has pooled around it, though not that much. Emilly picks the errant limb up. The flavor profile will certainly be distinct from her previous meal, and while there may be a small texture overlap, definitely enough to prevent it form being a perfect compliment, it is good enough. After all, waste not, want not. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Emilly stretches. \"Honestly, I feel quite good, ready to go when you are. Unless you have something you think I need to know.\" She thinks for a moment, before reminding herself and pulling at a frilly sleeve. \"Oh, you can try a piece of the dress, if you want. It's surprisingly good, let me tell you, can't quite pin down the flavor, but I can vouch for the taste.\""}
+{"text":"\"Sure, give it 'ere. No strings, though, eh?\" A Grief Seed, all that remains of a fallen Magical Girl; her Soul Gem, in particular. Interesting terminology. A Gem overfilled with Grief spawns a Witch who, when killed, leaves behind this Seed...? The terms used made the sequence sound perfectly natural, like a fruit ripening and, eventually, bursting. Who even came up with this tripe? She'd have to ask Megan about this later. Stephanie, after all, was not a literary type and was like misinterpret such things. Little shame in knowing one's limitations. Check Soul Gem. How are we doing, at a glance? Still, far from the harrowing reveal in the forest, Stephanie couldn't help but feel as though, even on the eve of battle, things were looking up. Life wasn't easy—and that was something Stephanie knew before finding out she was dead and would have to fight monsters—, so there were many, many ways for a Magical Girl to fall to despair and wreak yet more of it as a Witch. Stephanie, though, felt quite lucky, both in terms of the wish she made and her current circumstances. Thinking back to it now, if she'd wished for something like, say, infinite money or the power to get back at those who wronged her, such things would be of little help in the long-term battle against encroaching despair or, worse, harm more than help. But with family and friends (and, last but in no way least, a cat and a dog), she couldn't help but feel like she lucked into having a breakwater of sorts. Along with the fact that she wasn't doing this alone, Stephanie was quite positive in not seeing herself falling like the (former) Magical Girl whose Soul-Gem-turned-Grief-Seed she was idly spinning like a top on the table. Always look on the bright side of life (Mind, 14). While waiting for the others to show, a sudden incongruity assailed Stephanie. She glanced at the Seed, then at Kanata. \"Say, Miss Kanata...said you weren't all that when it came t' actually killing Witches, eh? And here you 'ave this Grief Seed. So tell me, when'll Miss Walsh be joining us?\""}
+{"text":"ANTON PEAS: that’s your name, don’t wear it out! Originally a mild-mannered grilljockey, a botched demonic summoning brought you to ZORAL: a fantasy world shrouded in perpetual darkness! You get used to it! The memory loss and everyone trying to kill you? That’s the tricky part. See, your unexpected trip landed you in one Hell of a mess: not only did you lose a huge chunk of your memories, but you also forfeit your soul to RED--you don’t know the specifics, but essentially your summoning granted you some DEMONIC POWERS, so it’s not all bad! What IS bad is what you’re up to now: your hellish helper can restore your memories, but he won’t do it for free! The price: delivering the heads of THE FOUR LORDS OF ZORAL: tyrants and titans that rule the darklands with iron fists, claws, and… you dunno, tentacles, maybe? There’s a reason they’ve ruled for so long, however, and despite your platoon of pals and plentiful powers you can’t help but feel a little apprehensive about the whole thing! Exhibit A: ARCHMAGE TRIER. Arriving in UMBERAL: Zoral’s very own city of tomorrow, you were swiftly introduced to the TEKSOULS: menacing magitek that follow every whim Trier can think up… and you met the guy–he thinks a LOT! Not to be outdone, you also ran into THE SPICE CARTEL--not only is Umberal their home turf, they’re also running some kind of deal with the Archmage… as for what it is, well, you shudder to think! Your search for leverage over the Archmage took you to TRIMBAULT ACADEMY: Zoral’s most prestigious magical academy, and whole you managed to snag some goodies and teach a surprisingly-decent class (don’t ask), you didn’t manage to find notes other mages took on their Archmage adversary! Even worse, all signs point to The Cartel snatching them up for their own perfidious plots! Luckily you had an in: TZAH-TZIE, skilled songstress and your current beau, has an axe to grind with her musical rival LUTZA. Having saved the starlet from a kidnapping on the Umberal Skyrail, you earned your way into holding a concert in Umberal, and some of the biggest names in The Cartel just happen to be huge fans! Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Yet you managed to save her sisters too--and believe me, they could've had a much worse ending!"}
+{"text":"You'll have to forgive me if I don't think that's much of a recompense for best girl getting nocon'd."}
+{"text":"What was your favorite part of Thread 7? Rezalith's arc. What could be improved in the future? More Volka! Who/what do you wanna see more of in the next thread? MORE VOLKA! What do you think will happen next?! Terror time with Trier, no doubt. Then... Well, Crossroads may be in jeopardy, it sounds like. Who's your fave character and why? Probably still Rezalith. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Fav part Vhale fight and Sixface's doppelganger gambit kicked ass Who do you want more of Volka What next We are gonna kick ass B^) What do Rolo and Sixface look like? I imagine Rolo as a mix between a Walrus and one of those Tegu lizards but he stands upright. I imagine Sixface as a mix between a house centipede, a regular centipede, and a Jackson's Chameleon, which limbs that are segmented like a chameleon, and shapeshifts by rapidly molting the current skin to take on the new shape underneath, whereupon the shed skin evaporates quickly into fine dust."}
+{"text":"What was your favorite part of Thread 7? Killing Vhale. A second close one was seeing Rezzie being cute and growing to be a better person. What could be improved in the future? Nothing I can think of, outside of more Volka, which ties into the third question so I'm skipping that. What do you think will happen next?! Murdering Trier to death, murder style. We are tasked with killing the various lords and he was just a useful stepping stone. Who's your fave character and why? TT. I love me the cattethinge. Rezzie is a close second. LEAST fave character In terms of people I hate? Vhale/his dad, but they were meant to be hated. In terms of actual characters? Oti. I never cared for his deadpan whiny shtick, but I don't dislike him enough to outright hate him. WHAT DO YOU THINK TRIER LOOKS LIKE? AM, from I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream, but instead of computery bits as we would understand it, he's a giant pillar of magic crystals and gems and rocks. Whenever he speaks I like to imagine you can hear rocks cracking or frying from the strain of his might. SIXFACE Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"“Honestly, I could name a thousand reasons: I don’t like Prometheus, and I don’t trust him to mold me like a piece of clay. I’m not you, and I don’t want to be— hell, I don’t think I’d even deserve to be.” “You wouldn’t-” “There’s only one person in the world I’d want to trust my soul with,” you interrupt, “And it isn’t your dead boyfriend. I have things I worked hard for that I want to keep, people who I really want to stay dead, and I owe a debt of gratitude to the Architect for giving me this opportunity in the first place. I like power, I like having more than other people, but, more than anything… I want to be free, and I want to be myself. If that means I don’t get to be happy, then, fuck it, who even needs to be? I have a more powerful impetus.” You spread your arms wide, the fake soul of the fake you conjured by the Grand Art creaking and chipping beneath the pressure exerted by your real might, crimson light pouring through the breaks like water from the cracks in a porcelain vase. Arms painfully burst from your back, skin tearing and blood pouring out from the ruins of your tattered sweater. The limbs flex their freshly minted muscle, caressing the soft, tender pink skin, newborn, almost infantile despite their long, sinister build, You topple forward for a moment the weight cracking your spine under its crushing weight until your body reorganizes itself, reinforcing and regenerating shattered bone and torn sinew with metal and divinity, your skeleton shivering and popping as your new anatomy settles into place. “...I see. Well, it was a free choice, a true choice, so a number of possibilities exist. I guess this just happens to be one where things turned out wrong.” “You’re too vertical, both of you,” you sneer, “Your world is dead. The man who killed himself was someone you never knew, and he died for someone he never met. As far as I’m concerned, all of those “what if”s are only as real as any other predictive model. A glorified simulation, really. Well, if it’s any consolation, I believe your wish to have been granted before you ever made it: you have never been me, and you never will be.” The other you remains silent, but you press on, the constructed world tearing away as your Impetus overrides the Grand Art, its caster no longer present to protect it from your will. Your body lifts into the air, scarlet fetters burst from your fingertips, slowly taking the qualities of the Sunset, first hard to notice, vermillion and magenta, then, less subtle, gold, lilac, blue, white, black. The chains bind to the fabric of the incomplete reality itself, each wild movement of your arms tearing out another piece."}
+{"text":"Firstly, thank you all for the well wishes. I really am grateful for not only the fact that you stayed to read, but that all of you contributed with incredible write-ins and speculation. Again, I really couldn't have done it without you. I've decided I might as well throw out some bonus scenes since you guys seem to have wanted a few. I'll release one now, and probably post the next in a couple days. Before that, though, to answer 's question: Yeah, I did have a decent chunk of stuff planned for various side characters in case they came up more often. I had whole potential arcs etched out for subordinates like Lethe or Brigita, other world powers like Yama or Hades, and even, indeed, for cannon fodder like Epimetheus or the Boar. Of course, I didn't have a TON planned for the former specifically, since I was really sure you guys were gonna kill him, but Dorota did inherit (a modified version of) his powers which also may have come up if you spent more time with her. Anyway, here's that exit interview  asked for:"}
+{"text":"Exit interview: Jane On the night of the apotheosis, the eclipseless blood moon, the world around you seems bright enough to be lit by day. Of course, the light ought to be crimson, but somehow, here in this little stretch of the world, red filters into gold, which melts into the grey of the clouds and thick vapor hugging the dirt and grass. “Where… am I?” You and the hind stand alone in the misty nowhere, a crossroads deep into the wilderness of the Pacific Northwest. Your presence is vague but all-encompassing, a faint crimson hue and a tinge of iron in the thick fog belie the presence of something less than— or, more accurately, more than mortal. Your control over your vessel and your presence is still ambiguous, your body still becoming accustomed to godhood. Sparks and wisps of tangerine fire burn silently and smokelessly beneath Jane’s feet, their light seeming not to bother her, or even draw her attention, as she is forged from the echoes of her former self, her existence transplanted from a moment past to a moment present. You open your mouth, but close it again— as you are now, your voice alone would almost certainly kill her. You are at the crossroads, my dear. you soundlessly reply, keeping your form obscured in the mist as the temporary anchor writhes and crackles beneath the magnitude of your soul, vermilion light exploding out of your eyes and through fractures in your skin. You temper that divine might, sending it to fuel the flames, but even then a haunting incandescence is visible in your eyes. Surely you remember your own death. Your betrayal. I have taken that supernatural misery from your body, but I can only imagine the extent of the shock and melancholy. Indeed, this Jane is not the person you had spoken to in your soul. Even if you shielded her somewhat, she had become inexorably dyed in your colors, slowly becoming incorporated into the endless sanguine sea. It wasn't truly her, not really, so you had decided instead to bring her back as she was when she died. “Wow, I don't… know what to say. Who are you, if you don't mind my asking? Or, um, is that impolite for, uh, whatever it is you are..?”"}
+{"text":"I have a lot of names. Most all of them would be meaningless to you. Well, it doesn't really matter anymore. you breathlessly sigh, dropping the divine majesty angle and returning to your more usual manner of speaking, Ultimately, your revival is just another aspect of my selfish desire. So, I wanted to give you a choice: I could either revive you as you were, as you died, or I can wipe your slate clean. No memories, no trauma, and a brand new life with brand new people. So, Jane, what will it be? She pauses, her form melting from hart to human, her unflattering, baggy clothes returning to her as her hide shifts into flesh. “I think I’ll go this way,” she smiles, pointing off into the distance. You’ve been dead for a long time. Reintegrating in that environment is gonna be difficult. “I didn't know too many people anyway.” The things you were running away from, using me, are going to still be there when you get back. “Then… maybe you could stay with me?” She replies, seemingly entirely unsurprised at your reveal. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"nice"}
+{"text":"a good end point"}
+{"text":"Another set of tyrns passes and begins again, bringing with it a new set of challenges. The threat of lunar invasion has passed, and with it a new era of peace begins. Of course such things rarely last. Already the nations of the world dabble in tremendous powers that could alter the world. Stolen lunar technologies, tremendous machines worked powered by magic, the holy light of gods and puppets stitched together from broken spirits. The world lurches toward great change, ready or not. --- This a Multiplayer Nation Roleplay! Unfortunately we are full up on players at the moment with no openings expected. Apologies to anyone who wanted to join! Global Across the land all breathe a sigh of relief as the great silver fortresses of the Lunites march into the ocean, never to be seen again. Even those few who can follow them find no trace a tyrn later. Turbans Glorious victory at last! Though the battle rages day and night Turban ingenuity has won the day, developing horrific poisons that leave the invaders trembling and flailing while strikes against key locations of their silver fortress has sent it into retreat toward the ocean! Despite the usage of terrible weapons of magical fog the invaders have been driven back! At the height of the battle a great charge of biotitans slam into the fortress and hurl it into the sea! Glory to the Turquoise Turbans! Nothing remains of the invaders save their memory. Vencia The great cataloging of Taxmoss is an exciting time for the explorers of Vencia as they cross the foreign jungles on the far side of the Tarn. It is of course also a somewhat terrifying time of course, because such activities inevitably lead into the territories of the Red Wall, a fearsome skrit war thing that is decidedly less friendly than the usual Skrit, it seems quite determined to devour everything in reach in fact. A nutty new gourd is discovered in the jungles, one that curiously grows more like an onion than a normal squash, with most of the plant firmly underground. Getting them pulled free is quite the hassle, fortunately normal Skrit drones are usually handy to help dig them out. When the ants get into the leftover squash left as payment they change color to a curious metallic brown, at least when not near a venk. Is this some sort of magical thing?"}
+{"text":"The Divine Republic of Guliseare The most loyal, most faithful, fiercest inquisitors and ardent believers all gather together at the exercise grounds. And there is Ourania, and Cyra both. Kallixeina breaks all decorum, throwing herself between Cyra and the traitor, demanding to know her plot, her plans. There is nothing to be seen, nothing out of place, but as the heretic kneels Kallixeina feels the horror mount in her body. “Let me show you the power of our true god.” The world turns white, only a column of bleached out visibility remains, surrounding Ourania and Kallixeina. All else is silence, no the roar of sound so loud and everpresent it has become silence. It stretches out for eternity, just the two of them in the eye of the storm, then finally white becomes a storm of fire, silence becomes a roar, and it fades and fades and fades down to nothing. There is nothing else in the exercise ground save them. Cyra, inquisitors, the most ardent and faithful of Guliseare, gone in an instant that stretched out into an eternity. Guliseare is thrown into chaos, yes, but it is a planned chaos, one orchestrated and ready, one underpinned by the lowest classes of Aripan slaves. Loyalists find themselves starved, their orchards picked clean and hunting ground despoiled. Their equipment stolen by the people maintained and repaired it; airship lift rods all scratched by the laborers who carried them. And everywhere is Ourania, setting down the new order. A Guliseare for all. Vone II, King of the Venks The loss of the Skrit is a keenly felt blow for the Venks, even all this time later and so it is that a great monument of their relationship is set down on the high peaks, of a giant ant and a venk relaxing and enjoying food together. A long and sprawling wall is hastily assembled across the taxmoss region as the world lurches toward war once more."}
+{"text":"Kholan of Khurnaire The Red Wall is a sad thing, directionless, without a master or purpose, defending a nation that no longer exists, subdued by merchants. The arts of flesh warping are not generally intended for such small creatures, but she has old secrets at her disposal, and old knowledge, bits and pieces that she cannot remember where they all came from. For a moment, no never, it never happened, a hot tear runs down her face, when she considers how easy it would be with the true words, but she scarcely remembers they exist. But ants are simple things. The right smells, the right chemicals, and they would obey. Did the Turbans allow the Khurnaire sages to take samples and perform experiments? Or are they just not paying attention enough to care? It is hard to say. Still, the applications of the material are fascinating, even if they rather rapidly result in lost limbs and fingers. The magic dampening nature of it is quite disturbing, especially as the soot and smoke from burning the material carries the effect and gets into everything, indeed it is this effect that fascinates the scholars the most, developing a tasteless extract of the material that for a time disrupts and inhibits magic in the body. Still there are boundless other applications of fiery death, stable fuels, and propelled metallic death that could be pursued. The people of the port are stubborn and loyal to a fault, taking their distant deployment far from Turban lands as a sign of their nation’s trust."}
+{"text":"War and Shennigans Krawl and the Sabbatical Another squad of ninjas, this time backed by resident botanical terror Sabatical, moves to retake the refinery. The second attempt goes much better than the first, with ninjas setting up Sabbatical to infect and puppet the intruders, rapidly turning the tide and absorbing the army into Sabbatical's mass. The matter seems all but resolved when Sabbatical inexplicably turns rogue after an extended and confusing argument with himself, ensnares dozens of ninjas and escapes first into the jungle, then bizarrely into the water. Missionary Madness Loluna, Krovians, Barza, Habitun It ought to have been a suicide mission. Krovian, Lolunan, and Barzan missionaries all meet in Holbastus to discuss the children of darkness, the Habitun Cult. The conclusion is inevitable, the path the Habitun Cult walks is one of self destructive madness, one that could end in both their deaths, and the worlds. The light of Luxor must be brought to them to dissuade from their path. While the Barzan missionaries are primarily focused on work in Loluna proper, they still lend valuable advice to the Lolunan and Krovian acolytes on their dangerous mission. A direct approach is suicidal. Passing through the dwarven lands is less dangerous, but still difficult. In the end the missionaries use a two pronged approach. One group carefully, at a rather safe distance from the border (but still before the numerous warning signs) sets up camp, and begins walking the border, probing and looking, preaching directly into the treeline sometimes, but never crossing the border. Sometimes arrows drive into the earth at their feet. Sometimes the shadows twist and loom viciously. But they do not cross the border, and some sense of honor keeps the Habitun border guard from unleashing death until they do. Others take advantage of the distraction at the border and slip along the coasts in little boats, the krovian acolytes helping to move swiftly by night. Either luck or Luxor is with them, likely both, for they slip into Habitun proper, evading patrols, ghostly cats and more terrors as they go. Then begins a wild chain of missionary work, delivering their message, healing the sick, and running like hell before the geists catch up to them. After any number of near misses they manage to find their way into the dwarven lands where, with some relief, they surrender to the locals. In Habitun proper the event of the missionaries seems to pass quietly at first, but in the coming days and weeks there is a definite undercurrent of unrest. Asylum visits rise sharply, and far and wide there is a sensation of...doubt, especially"}
+{"text":"Attack on Fort Suka Krovians and Krawl are not given to sentimentality, or notions of idealistic justice. But as the Grib army advances, backed by the fire brigade of the Krawl, and they come across more and more signs of the molluscoid infection, homesteads twisted into breeding pits, animals half devoured and left to rot and writhe with molluscoid spawn, and other atrocities, a rage builds in both groups, a mixture of revulsion, disgust, rage and fundamental belief that this menace is a blight on the landscape, an infection that must be purged from the world, a foreign cancer to be expunged. When the first molluscoids, confident from their last encounter, swagger into place on the walls of the Krovian fort the air fills with fire and flame. Moments later, four hulking giant sharkmen slam iron shark rams into the walls. Soldiers pour in, some of them the very soldiers who were forced to flee the fort some tyrns ago, flying into a glorious blood rage. The cleansing in brutal, molluscoids hacked, bitten, and torn asunder in droves as their morale breaks and they flee in a panic. Fire rains down from the Krawl forces, scorching and filling the air with the oddly delicious smell of seafood. The battle rages from the fort, then into the water, the Krovian forces hunting and killing all they can until the Molluscoids finally, in a panic, manage to flee far enough into the ocean that the Krovians finally turn back. Exhausted, but satisfied, the Grib army unfortunately must begin the long walk back to a city to rest and resupply, but more forces are on the way to replace them, and the Krawl army still has fight remaining in them. The remaining Molluscoids regroup at their northern holding, panicking as they try to decide their next move. ----END TURN 44----"}
+{"text":"Decades of planning. Years of preparation. Months of manipulation. Days of agonizing anxiety...And, it worked. It worked. The council gone in an instant. Almost every other consecrated...Gone. The only one spared being Ilias, and oddly enough Kallixeina. She stared down at the smaller Blessed Aripan as the horror dawned on them. Ourania could have struck her down where she stood with the shock that the poor girl was under. Yet, she took pity on her. Kindness was a virtue, and mercy a kindness. Even if one not offered to her faithful. She knew that the smaller Aripan would never be a threat to her, now or in the future... Besides, she had to have been saved for a reason. \"Go...I do not wish harm upon you or anyone else today. Enough have been lost as it is, and had there been another way I would have taken it.\" Ourania said, Kallixeina hesitating, only for Ourania to further pressure her to leave \"I grant you this mercy. Do not waste it.\" And with that, Kallixeina flew off in search for Ilias. Action One. The tightens, then loosens. With the coup having gone flawlessly, and much of both the food and raw resources claimed, there is much to be done to ensure that this transition goes as smoothly as possible. The first hurdle is the tension between the Anelk and Aripan. There is significant numbers of Anelk whom have avoided Kaenum for fear of the retribution that the Aripan would unleash upon them were they to find out. These Anelk might try to get revenge against their captors in a far more...broad and problematic way. Further, the overwhelming majority of Aripan followed Aelelox, and there was more than enough who would rather fight than allow what was in their eyes a dark god taking power. Trying to limit this violence, properly restore the basic, local functions of governance, and winning the hearts and minds of those whom were tricked by Aelelox's tyrant was imperative... Fortunately, a number who could not be reconciled with seemed content to leave, heading far south where slowly but surely, Ourania pieced together that the little colony had become the target of those choosing exodus rather than fighting the new way of things or acceptance of it. Action Two. Reorganization. There was many things about the prior Republic that was flawed and would no longer be compatible for Ourania's vision. Reorganizing the Army, the higher parts of governance and more was considered of major importance. A number of aspects which were useful and beneficial were expanded or retooled as well, and those whom were of vital assistance in this plot would be granted titles based on merit. It was hoped that things would settle down in Guliseare quickly and the country would be able to recover quickly with Ourania's guidance from the Sublime Monticco. A hidden settlement where much of her supporters from before this great victory resided."}
+{"text":"You've died. You can't quite remember how it happened, you remember screaming and the crunching noise of metal on metal. You remember feeling pain and scared for only a split second. The glitter of crushed glass beneath your collapsing body. And then... Then what? Then nothing. You die and then you wake up. Cold silk. The soft drip of rain drops against large windows. The muffled, chaotic heartbeat of a grand estate in full movement, like a buzzing hive. People laughing all around you, you're surrounded by a crowd of men and women dressed in elegant clothes; talking to you, smiling to you, vying for your attention. You flinch, and everything is wrong: the portrait on the wall, the candlelight, your dress... You know these details. You've seen them before... not in life, but in fiction. So shocked, in fact, that you've dropped the glass of wine you'd been holding mere seconds before, and it breaks on impact, splashing the wide, long skirt of your dress with red like a blood stain. Everyone's attention is on you. And a handsome man with dark hair and dressed in an old-fashioned military uniform approaches, handkerchief in hand. He talks, but your head's roaring, and can't really focus on what he says. You're panicking, you need to get out. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"QM, are you alive?"}
+{"text":"[Let him hold your hand and face the night together] I'm excited to play an otome isekai quest"}
+{"text":"OP ?"}
+{"text":"welp, a shame this died very early on"}
+{"text":"[Let him hold your hand and face the night together] Might as well see what happens"}
+{"text":"Rain filters in through the ceiling, sliding along the support beams in just such a way it misses the numerous pots, pans, and cups scattered around the delipidated apartment and is readily sucked into the mouldy carpet. Which is then again immediately transferred to a new object: your sock. Your very next steps now all dotted with a wet squelch. \"Argh!\" You cry, as you balance on one foot to pull the sock of the other, only for said wet sock to cozy up to the business end of the cigarette you had tucked between two fingers, providing a new, enticing after-taste to the familiar menthol as you unknowingly take a drag. \"Huurhg!\" It might've been a week or so since you had washed that sock. How had it come to this? Well, the demon king lost against The Seven Braves. A poor title for a bunch of delinquents that jumped a guy seven to one. They murdered their way deep into the demon capital, defeated all the bureaucrats present, and killed the ministers while shouting inane things like \"Die Heavenly Generals!\" They hadn't been generals and they certainly hadn't been heavenly. They were butchered all the same and all branches of government were eradicated over the span of a few days. After performing what amounts to genocide, the \"Saintes\" had the gall to clasp her still-bloody hands together, bat her eyelashes, and say things like \"No, we can't kill them all, that would make us just like them!\" And so the remaining demons, conveniently all of middle-rank and lower, were accepted as refugees into human society. What's that? You want to stay here in the demon lands? I see. Hmm? That demon from earlier? Oh, they fell into the river. Yes, lost all their limbs along the way. Wild, isn't it? Anyway, safety and a bright future awaits you in the human nation of Lightsong! Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Any idea when the update will be, QM?"}
+{"text":"We are lost once again."}
+{"text":"*sad noises*"}
+{"text":"Owari da"}
+{"text":"And we never got the haircut like in the op made me check"}
+{"text":"I guess you could call that a Freudian Nip Slip?"}
+{"text":"Happy New Year you all."}
+{"text":"Kitchen, to interrogate the rat. I know it’s just after the holiday season but jeez…"}
+{"text":"OP? You okay there?"}
+{"text":"The strangers got him..."}
+{"text":"Just get in there and start making a mess."}
+{"text":"Okay, roll please."}
+{"text":"Rolled 42 (1d100)"}
+{"text":"Rolled 64 (1d100)"}
+{"text":"Rolled 43 (1d100)"}
+{"text":"War War Never Changes. They finally fucking did it. The bombs fell not long ago. The world is over. No more people. Just shambling radioactive corpses. No more nations just glowing craters, dust, and shadows of people that once were. No more seasons just nuclear winter. Shopping? no such thing. Have fun struggling to find a drop of water or a crumb of food that won't kill you. The rads oh god the fucking RADS, inescapable and everpresent. Truly the end of the world. Rapture maybe happened and whatever is left...well most people are quickly giving up on God. Kinda hard to keep believing when the world ended and you were left behind. Except for the zealots anyway but those guys are crazy as the cannibalistic raiders. That isn't even getting into all the weird shit that keeps happening and becoming. Makes you wish it was 'just' a nuclear winter. Walking corpses. Mutants. Inexplicable anomalies. Unnatural terrain. Strange whispers that you aren't the only one hearing. Honestly it just keeps getting worse...especially with everything you have to do just to 'survive'. Living...living is just a luxury that only the pre war world got to enjoy. You meanwhile are just another poor sucker caught up in this clusterfuck trying to survive. (This quest will be ripping heavily from games like Fallout, Metro, Stalker, and Bioshock basically anything that fits within the setting just to keep things interesting) Character Creation The younger you are, the more bonus SPECIAL points you will start with. However the older you are, the more bonus skill points you will start with. You may choose any trait from any game OR include a custom option that may be vetoed by me IF its too unbalanced. Custom traits MUST include both positive and negative effects otherwise it's an automatic veto. The first character will be a male because this is about a dynasty over the generations. So long as you have a living family member the game will not end however, your characters can and WILL die over time. A male starter character will provide insurance. So if you are an elderly grandpa, the minimum is 21 SPECIAL points. Just keep in mind old age is a real bitch, especially in such a hazardous environment(debuffs for age are a thing)."}
+{"text":"Welp...sorry for taking so long I had stuff to do and needed to try to see if there was another way out but nope. ---- You go back and grab some heavin incinerators to get a distractions. The cyborgs were still pinned down by the abomination and gave you a couple of them. At least thanks to them it hasn't broken through yet and they don't need to aim either for that matter. Heading back in you unleashed the firebombs which explode noisily. Perception check failed You don't even know it worked until BOOM as one of the mininuke mines went off and than others too also started going off, but you still couldn't see what was doing it. So you kept blindfiring away hoping that the detonations will keep those things off of you. Which Mary upfront drawing the most attention. You liked your odds- Perception check failed Agility check failed Strength check failed Endurance check failed Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Also to point out the obvious AWD is a fucking amazing faction for high INT characters. Right up there with the Think Tank factions. So that was a great pick actually. Mary in combat also syngerizes well with high INT you just didn't have the skills and perks yet to unleash her full potential. Katarina would have some nice buffs to apply outside of combat with INT skill like research, engineering, or medicine. Now to point out some strategic mistakes besides being too low a level. #1 prioritise the energy reactors and #2 hide the reinforcements to prevent countermeasures. Even so you would still have likely died given its a high level map and a single good hit from a strong enough foe would one shot you. As in this case you got taken out by a glass cannon assassination stealth crit attack. Also don't forget to archive this thread pls."}
+{"text":"I'll be honest, I had absolutely no idea what we were doing in there and it would happen again in a similar situation. I felt like we got swept along a bit and did understand it was dangerous, but given we weren't by ourselves or the star of the show did not get a real sense for just how vulnerable we were until way too late."}
+{"text":"There was only so much I could do to rig things without too blatant, obvious plot armor and in a challenging setting where death of characters is to be EXPECTED and planned around. Staying longer with AWD would have helped a LOT. Same with not rushing into that facility despite the warnings. Cleetus while smart was extremely isolated surrounded by idiots and constantly drunk so he was lacking in character knowledge despite his age. There was no actual time limit otherwise I would have stated as such. Even Dragon and Kraken were planning to take their sweet time, gradually feeling out the facility, which is why they even bothered to take over a nearby bunker and bring ghosts along. They didn't plan to rush into things and wouldn't hesitate to withdraw. Especially since Cleetus gave them a way in and an idea of what objectives they should explore first. They only felt a bit rushed later on since AWD showed up to purge, and they worried about too much collateral damage. Anyway at least now the players know there are serious risks involved no matter what."}
+{"text":"New thread and don't forget to archive!"}
+{"text":"\"BAIL!\" = 66 (Minour Success) Jumping out of the speeding vehicle, you tumble and roll over asphalt as the Trucks collide by front-ending the side, glass and metal fragments immediately flying off both as one of the driving seat's passengers sent off flying through the windshield. It didn't take long for the gunfire to begin once again as you unsteadily rose for your feet \"The cargo's open at the top! Get in and get it moving!\" Allan covers for you as he shoots down two men from the following convoy, allowing you your chance to run in and scale up the large container as you rush towards the cockpit. An unrecognizable face greeting you as you forced the jammed cockpit door open Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"(And that's a wrap for the phase, Hope you all liked it and have some happy holidays this season! I'm not sure if I'll continue for the month or wait until next year's eve to come. But whichever case it is. I hope you enjoy it all the same)"}
+{"text":"alright OP. btw I got a lil confused so I'll ask: allan is someone who knew the og grenel, right ? she isn't related to zaft like us ?"}
+{"text":"(Yep, He's an Alliance Soldier who's got a pretty close bond with the actual Grenel Loos. Not to be confused with Mayano, the Spy Frieden was sent to Heliopolis to retrieve)"}
+{"text":"New Thread:"}
+{"text":"Welcome to the Cygnus Sector, officer! Always good to see new people fresh from the Star Academy! I went there myself, you know? I'm sure you read the mission briefing. Here in the Cygnus sector, we are battling the K'tharr, an advanced alien race. Capturing their ships for analysis is what every officer dreams to do. Unfortunatelly, simply surviving an encounter with them is already a challenge. I'm not going to put you in the direct contact line just now. It is time you start commanding more than just training vessels and simulators. You'll get your very own fleet! Of course, it comes with some managerial work. But you sure are prepared for that, from the Academy. The Eagle Alpha Spaceyard (EASY) constructs corvettes and frigates for the war effort. Your starter budget for your fleet is ten million credits. That should be enough for a few decent ships. Your mission is to Secure a mining colony output. There have been pirate attacks lately. They tend to attack near the dates when we send the compressed ore back for refining. This day is approaching, so your fleet shall escort the ships coming back with the cargo. You'll rendezvous with Colonel Frank, who is overseeing the mining operations. Good Luck, Captain!"}
+{"text":"As the fight rages on, you leave most of your men behind, fighting the pirate crew. About 200 men board the cruiser and slay the defenders. You reach the helm, and your science officer plugs in his portable hacking station to make the system think you are the pirate captain. Luckily, the pirates don't have a very high level security suite on their ship - all your officer had to do was cut off external communications, tamper the records including you as a crewmember, rise you to second in command, and then mark the captain as deceaed. The onboard computer accepts you as the new captain, and you order the cruiser to undock. The cruiser marks all your men as unidentified, and you tell it they are new crew members who just joined. On every corridor of the ship, terminals pop up from the walls demanding the crew members provide their biometrics and state their names and roles for updating permissions. You tell people it is okay and they should do it - give the computer your pirate monikers. Soon, all your crew invent a bunch of pirate sounding names and roles for themselves and they all appear for review. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Well what I'd like to try is aiming the ship guns at the pirates and demanding their surrender. It sounds like we can't turn the comms on until the computer is disabled, so aim the guns first before shutting it off. Maybe fire a warning shot off into space if theres no danger in that. If that doesn't work grab all the heavy guns the pirates had and call on our other ships to send reinforcements to fight this out."}
+{"text":"Supporting, pirates will lay down their weapons or die. If our men dont survive this neither will they."}
+{"text":"make it so"}
+{"text":"+1"}
+{"text":"You are Neutralplier. You live in a very spacious house, which is entirety empty except for a pillow, a blanket, and your computer, which you use to blogpost about your daily life. Your day has been largely uneventful. When you woke up, you immediately opened your computer to post about how you just woke up, and also how you stuck a finger up your ass recently but it didn't really feel good, it just felt okay, and that was kind of disappointing. But you're not gay though, you were just trying it out. Also you wish you had a BBC dildo if that matters but you can't afford one. Anyway, a weird rock just crash landed through your roof, and now sits at your feet. It has a strange face carved into it that doesn't look like anyone you've ever seen. You don't feel particularly strongly about this. It's kind of cool, you guess. What do you do?"}
+{"text":"good call"}
+{"text":"No homo, yeah Call doordash, wait for them to get here, then forcefeed the doordash wagie to trump since vlodstone won't fit"}
+{"text":"get out of there asap before the secret service comes and gets your ass"}
+{"text":"go to rotscheilds or bogdanoffs or whoever controls the banks or something"}
+{"text":"TAKE VLODSON TO QUOTE"}
+{"text":"It is nearing a year since you, The Courier, fought and secured independence of the Mojave from domestic and foreign powers. Mr. House was put on ice, the NCR got sent packing and even the mighty Legion tucked tail and fled back East. Now, the New Vegas Directorate, your new government, faces as many challenges as it does opportunities. Industry is rapidly expanding and agriculture is now firmly established while migrants from around the wasteland flood in looking to change their fortunes. But the Boomer Blight, an engineered plague from parts unknown, is spreading throughout the Wasteland and little looks uncontainable. You continue to walk the line in courting both the NCR and the Legion, seeking to be a stable power between the two warring giants. A new player comes into the picture and he brings with him hundreds of Enclave descendants eager to start again. You have agreed to welcome them into the NVD but time will tell if you can hide their influence from the NCR while keeping other factions happy. With the looming NCR election, the hostile President Kimball seems poised to lose to the unknown Allgood Murphy while Caesar continues to see you as his Augustus, urging greater cooperation between both nations. The one-year anniversary is rapidly approaching and while a grand celebration is planned, existential threats lurk everywhere and with Mr. House on the loose, you can be sure you’ll see him one last time."}
+{"text":"Kingston Peak is only just over the border in an unpopulated area* and Big MT has a direct rail connection to Vegas - if the rail connection is a quick fix, we should be able to drive them out without too much risk (though preferably at night). Alternatively, we may be able to drag them overland, transport them in disassembled pieces or just cannibalise them for parts to fix the several we do have already kicking about. *There's a location conflict here. Kingston Peak is about 30 miles NW of Mountain Pass aka Mojave Outpost but the provided map schematic places Big MT south of Nipton. This doesn't make sense, unless its placement on the map is just a placeholder since its location was unknown at the time."}
+{"text":"this is worth doing having a railroad again would be good not as good as a road, for obvious reasons, but still very good"}
+{"text":"The last month and a half got me pretty off track with posting, my deepest apologies. Going to archive this thread and finish the celebrations in the next one so please be on the lookout for that. Will link it in here of course."}
+{"text":"no need to apologize ofc"}
+{"text":"Thank you for running, Survivalist!"}
+{"text":"Last time, the Johnny convention came to a close, including the after party. Everyone had a great time, mainly you! Free from the love of your fans, you’re on a quest to make it up with Bagna, who desires cake and nothing more. You guess, anyway, anything to make up for keeping her imprisoned in cloth. To bake the one above all, you sought the ingredients at the nearest convenience store! But you found more than you bargained for, and had a violent encounter with some low tier thugs. Nothing happened to you, but to them? It wasn’t pretty. Mama Bodil dealt with the fallout. Now you’re at the steps of the Prison Party House! You figured this is a good place to bake the dessert, and Lydie wanted to know about Beth. So here you are! But to your surprise, something is afoot, after the former prisoner and actual Pirate Sally opened the door — you noticed a heatwave coming from within the house. It’s summer, but Global Warming doesn’t happen in the entirety of a room. The scarcely dressed sailor takes a moment to come to her senses after breathing some fresh air. She welcomes you! “Ahoy!!!” The melting pirate opens her arms in exuberant excitement! “Welcome, welcome...!” She’s still melting! “Woah! With these attributes, I know why you wanted me to meet Beth in person, my dear trophy! You surround yourself with quality people!” Lydie looks at the bounty of this pirate. “I’m one of Johnny’s greatest admirers, Lydie! Nice to meet you! ” “Huh? Beth? I’m not Beth.” Sally snaps out of her joyous state. “I’m Sally! Nice to meet you though! And, um, I like to admire him too.” Sally returns to her happy ways with an added hint of confusion. She wonders what being an admirer means in this context. “I’m sure you’re here for more than just Beth, right? Come in!” Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Despite Tiny Kata being wrong for saying that the girls are for you to do whatever you see fit, you think her suggestions are pretty good! Maybe this is something about you that you don’t want to unpack at the moment, but you’re a comfy despot anyway. You’re supposed to have some edge to your character. “I did say I want to cuddle with everyone, but your request has me intrigued.” You play with your invisible beard. “Who will show their best qualities with the role I envisioned? I know!” “Oh~? A spark of inspiration?! I’m looking forward to seeing it in all of its glory!” Lydie gets all giddy! “The Kingdom of Coziness requires Kushi’s presence!” You say your newest loyal decree! Through the curtains, the culinary genius appears... “Chef Ando… How I missed your pleasing visage, even if accompanied by someone else…” Kushi appears to be more affected by the cake than before. “What can I do for you? I’ve been waiting for direction.” “Ms. Kushi? I know little about her aside from her tendency towards culinary critique!” Lydie wants to know more. “Lydie, allow me to show Kushi’s most important qualities!” You know it’s her commitment! “My dear Kushi, will you be my maid?” Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Thanks for running!"}
+{"text":"Thx"}
+{"text":"Thanks for running"}
+{"text":"Thanks for running."}
+{"text":"“The Southlands.” That’s what the races of the Northwest call them, as if they were one place—a realm unified under a single nation or people. In truth, the Southlands are a molten mosaic of humans, beastmen, and sundry others flowing over and through each other in coexistence and in conflict. The land itself is a tapestry of desert and jungle, of low savannah and high plateau, where even the Race of Man is far from uniform: the hides of the humans here range from a ruddy tan to a deep blue-black that nearly equals the Drow of Wevenore. Not that you got to see much of it. You are James Efron, Senior Initiate of the Hawksong Mages’ Tower. At your age—twenty-three—you really ought to be a Mage Apprentice. You should be studying in some stuffy laboratory back home in the big city like Izirina Henzler, or maybe taking a practicum under some smaller adjunct Associate Tower like your old pal Testa. But nooo, you craved a life of action, of adventure! ‘<Fireball> is meant for the field!’ you used to boast of your favourite spell. So you’d taken the field, first as a formal Field Researcher and then later as a freelance adventurer-for-hire. And that had led you here. To the Southlands. To this dungeon. It isn’t the cool kind of dungeon, full of monsters to kite and <Chain Lightning> for coin, alas. It’s the kind where Southrons store their prisoners-of-war, for that seems to be the size of your sad situation: a prisoner, at the beginnings of what is shaping up to be a full-scale intercivilizational conflict. The Men of the South may be myriad, but tensions between their ilk and the fairer folk of the Northwest—your homeland, Hawksong’s aegis—have been a unifying cause as of late, and not only for the human races. Relations have been fraying since before you were born, when a sinister cabal of dark-skinned demon-worshippers staged a terrorist attack on the Mages’ Tower itself, assassinating the Archmage and destroying the much-beloved Eternal Fountain."}
+{"text":"since the chiffchaff stronghold was literally built on a Hawksong city... Yeah, the votes to avoid a lot of direct negotiation with the locals led that way, though when I say \"local races\" I mean the Boneyard Gnoll culture, the mephit-worshiping plains-and-mountain beastman traders, etc as well. You mean the <want> system? Nah, that's a Reptilian Infiltrator throwback, though duly noted! I meant the more complex stat system, party stats, weapon damage rolls, more direct HP tracking, and all that. ZZ is a much bigger cunt than usual Eh, perhaps I overdid it. It was meant to convey stress and displeasure over Jimmy's situation, and annoyance with CZ and her party for breaking the forge at such a crucial juncture. Under the current system someone at skill level 5 has like 1/4 chance of crit per roll and that might be excessive. 22.62%, but fair. A 5d20 is meant to be an expert, heroic-level skill. I did notice that with the more detailed damage/HP tracking than past quests, it led to more dramatic turnabouts! Testa revive was pure charity. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"How did you like your first visit to the Southlands? It's a setting I hope to explore a bit more in future, so I was curious how people's first impressions of some of the local races and religions were? I like the new corner of the world, specially with their more liberal use of demons for contracts In the quest as a whole, I've gone a bit more in-depth mechanically than in prior quests. Do you feel the mechanics add to the narrative, detract from it, or are you uninterested? Should the balance of crunch-to-narrative change for my next quest? The mechanics seem fine Related to the above, do you feel the DCs, stakes, and/or consequences are too harsh? I know nobody was happy to lose Hershy, but more broadly: does this quest seem too punishing? unlucky situations aside, the dcs and rolls have been okay for most of the quest For those of you who have played my other quests: which one's your fave? Does this feel distinct, and does it hold up? I still prefer Seekers of the Esoteric, but this one was nice as well Is there anything in particular you want to see included in our final Cambion Quest wrap-up, or that I can perhaps answer now? how's tips and izzy doing"}
+{"text":"How did you like your first visit to the Southlands? Cool, but less than Orient which we saw more of. Crunch/Narrative I like it as is. However I don't like the \"rolls in the room\" as I enjoy seeing them on the topic (or rolling myself) Consequences It's been harsh : Xoldur... Yeah, that was multiple failures. I can live with that. Murbal and Meadowgrass? Disparitions felt undeserverd. Copperbelt? Rip on a single roll. Hershey? One shot is rough. Matilda/Emperor was cruel."}
+{"text":"how's tips and izzy doing desu, in regards to this and the ask in  about other characters who haven't really appeared in this quest, that will probably have to mostly wait for next quest, though I'm happy to answer questions which aren't direct spoilers, and there MAY yet be opportunities to see some of them before then. \"rolls in the room\" I get that, but for big fights with many rolls, it really gets impractical to roll them all here with 4chan's limited dice-rolling, It would just end up with a wall of posts that are just rolls, or really choppy, piecemeal writing. Murbal and Meadowgrass? Xoldur's fate essentially sealed Murbal's. Going after her right away (or having her with ZZ) would have given you more options to talk her out of leaving, but as it is she's shamed herself in her own eyes and her people's. Martyn Meadowgrass was 100% going to try to take a break with CZ after the shirin \"turned into a cronenberg and had a demonic spiritual experience while riding him\" incident, and then seeing his friend turn into a similar monster in death. Tildy and Empy living at all, even with a chance to save them, was more charitable than how the rolls went"}
+{"text":"New thread is up, btw!"}
+{"text":"Your name is Feral. You thought you and your bandmates were going to a crazy tour around the world but instead what happened is that you plane crashed midway. You woke up, and the only person you could find is Fred Cobst, your lead singer. Both of you are confused and scared. What do you do?"}
+{"text":"Forgot to attach award"}
+{"text":"find an octopus in the sea to eat the crabs"}
+{"text":"Pray to Gigachad and beg to be saved"}
+{"text":"swing your bwc like a helicopter and fly home"}
+{"text":"reverse fart the ocean water into your asshole and then spray it out your dick shooting the crabs in the face with ocean ass dick water bulletts obviously pinching your dick between shots for maximum blast force"}
+{"text":"\"It was a simple game, downloaded by children with unrestricted internet access in an era long passed. Trends came and went, websites lived and died, and eventually Tricky Treats Online faded from the eyes of the next generation. The children who roamed the instanced streets of Tricky Treats were now adults, and this game -- frozen in time -- were the remnants of their childhood.\" -From the analysis video \"The Real Game that Really Killed\" You are Margot Merriweather, a woman of order who - despite being a child at the time - opted to play as a \"Grown Up Ghoul\" embracing the decoration and design of the in-game \"Haunted Houses\". After a decade of being away from the game, you decided to make a new character, just to peak in and relive those years for a few moments. Nostalgia was the only thing that seemed to pause your now busy life, so occasionally after getting suitably tipsy you dip into the past. Perhaps in reliving, you gain a further appreciation for the present moment, thus making the seconds more palpable; Or maybe it's pure delusion, and the reality is you're spending your weekend alone again, desperately trying to be a kid. As judgemental as you might feel towards your own desires, you allow yourself to be under this spell, log in to your old account, and add a new profile. Halloween is that one time of year where all the children conquer any social misgivings for the sake of mountains of sweets. This year - however - is different, because among the candy being given, there are sure to be some Tricky Treats! Tricky Inc. threw its hat into the candy business, and their product - Tricky Treats - exploded in popularity. Kids can't get enough, Adults can't get enough, and even the monster under your bed wants that Tricky taste! So what are you waiting for, get out there and do what it takes to snag a bag full! Choose your Class! : Sugar Gobbler (Ring the doorbell, get the candy, ring the doorbell, get the candy... Wanna trade?) Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Catch up with your old friend, maybe make some new ones Hopefully they don't, uh, kill us."}
+{"text":"Spend the night away."}
+{"text":"Heed the call of the treats"}
+{"text":"QM?"}
+{"text":"Sad..."}
+{"text":"You're Soijak. You wake up in the morning, expecting to see your wife fucking her bull Tyrone. However, both of them are mysteriously missing. You look out the window into your walkable city, expecting to see people walking and playing Jefre Cantu-Ledesma, but it's completely empty. All the other pods near where you live are empty as well, and it seems like a complete ghost town. What do (You) do?"}
+{"text":"Leave it be and go on Reddit and post on R/196 to ask users what happened"}
+{"text":"Say to him exactly, \"CORD CORD CORD YOU'RE BAITING ME SOOT ROOT FROOT MOOT KUZ QUOTE DOX AND RANGEBAN HIM NOOOOW!\""}
+{"text":"You say this (and look like this), but he's already long gone. You're crying out into the wind like a stupid nusoinigger. You know you have to move on."}
+{"text":"Are you really so lazy you can’t even add images anymore? At least i added raisin related to the story, geg"}
+{"text":"decide to take a shit before moving on. A big one. Decide to keep some in pocket too."}
+{"text":"This is the end of the world. It's also the birth of a new one, or an old one, depending on who you ask. Maybe it's more like an overdue arranged marriage. You might not have been fully aware, but the world used to cast a Shadow: a separate realm of spirits, kept away by a barrier that only a certain few were ever meant to cross. Spirits are capricious, rarely logical, and often dangerous beings composed of the essence and energy of all things real; scuttling reflections with their own arcane hierarchies and motivations. But every wall has its rats, and the barrier between your world and the spirit world was no exception. The Beshilu are a nasty manner of demon - derived from and connected to the spirit world, but fettered to the world of flesh, and gifted with many terrible abilities. They massacre and they multiply, and their only desire has ever been to tear down that wall between worlds... to gnaw at its foundations in greater and greater numbers, until the wolves could no longer keep them at bay. They succeeded. Too many tears. Too many crumbling wounds between worlds. The gauntlet was sundered, and when that wall crumbled away, the world of mortals and the world of spirits were merged into one. In those first terrible moments, everyone on Earth could hear a trillion shrill voices screeching out in triumph, and swarms of rats swelled across streets and forests in writhing tides. The fabric of reality is now like a sieve, the threads wavering apart and stretching in new directions; space and time operate differently. The sun no longer rises, or sets, and light instead seems to meander from one place to the next according to whim. Places seem to stir and shift, reacting to their occupants in sometimes unpredictable fashion. The rules have changed, and will likely change more, but things will never go back to the way they were. That was three days ago, and it would be a stretch to say the dust has settled, but you are adjusting to the chaos. You're a survivor, and while you may not fully grasp what's going on, you're not unfamiliar with the supernatural. You are determined to knuckle down and make your way in this fucked up new world.... Cont'd"}
+{"text":"And..."}
+{"text":"PUT MY HANDS UP, THEY'RE PLAYIN' MY SONG, THE BUTTERFLIES FLY AWA-BEEEIP \"Please leave a message after the tone.\" Instructs the automated messaging system of the burner phone you gave Creed all those years ago. BEEEEIP \"Creed, they say you're mobile but that the O'Leary Inferno's right behind you. Please pick up. Please call back... I know Thomas is in there with you... Tell him I'm sorry for training a weapon on him. I didn't know until I saw his face. Tell him that was me. Tell all of them I'm sorry. Whatever you do, don't... Don't trust Task Force: Valkyrie. Good luck. I'll keep this with me. Call.\" You say, barely beating the beep that cuts off your transmission. Both of these burners will work regardless of spirit interference, or even a lack of conventional radio waves - just another of the myriad gadgets you have access to as a member of Task Force: Valkyrie, a vast government conspiracy founded before the death of Lincoln. You are an agent of THE 'deep state'. You are the black book military boogeyman. You've spent a number of years serving your country by monitoring, cultivating, and reporting on civilian monster hunters in Chicago as well as municipal or neighborhood-level paranormal threats as they presented themselves. You're in the bathroom of a hotel room not too far from where the chaos is spiraling out of control, and you take the goggles and mask off to show your face. A clean shaven Hispanic man with a neat haircut, full lips, and dark green eyes with bags under them. Looking at yourself you see Tom, eye patch over his head, blood and sweat everywhere. Just how he looked in that department store when you pursued him. You still aren't sure if he was about to shoot you before that monster attacked from behind. You suppose it doesn't matter. You heave a deep sigh, considering all the lies you told Thomas, Edgar, Wanda, and Creed over the time you knew them. All the vague misdirects. All the blatant fabrications. You think about how quickly they integrated everything you taught them, and even just habits they noticed of yours, when it was efficient. Though, they hardly needed any developing to be some of the best monster killers in the region based on aggregates from the TF:V external monitoring network database and their personal dossier files (which you have contributed heavily to and read many times). But they were great friends, too. Even when you kept them at arms length, they managed to hug you somehow. You break eye contact with yourself, staring instead at the blank white porcelain. You have to warn them about the Task Force's plan... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text."}
+{"text":"Ok everybody!!!! That does it for Ratpocalypse!!!!!!! Thanks so much for being a part of my very first quest! See you in my other ones I hope, you guys rule (: If you have any feedback feel free to drop it before the thread hits the graveyard; I know that I learned a LOT by running this. Truly still just gobsmacked by the sheer absurdity of Thomas Fisek's misfortune... Gonna always remember that 1d100 Spoilers for rats #2 ahead: whenever it is I finally get back to this, we will be doing a time skip of 9 years, during which our four heroes (and James) have been in the undercity fighting to survive THE ENTIRE TIME. We will pick up on the day that they finally get to the surface, and the city will have changed VASTLY by then. Anastasia will be a teenager, and be known by reputation as a deadly hunter and mighty sorceress, The Tiger Orphan, champion of the Clay Colony.... Perspective will swap between Tom and Ana. Miguel and Elias will feature more prominently. This feels like a truly horrific punishment for the nat 100 but also a great way to breath more life into this world for its second season."}
+{"text":"Hopefully I'll be there for it when it starts, I don't always check new quests, best of luck (for your players) on your next quests!"}
+{"text":"Thanks boss, it was a real pleasure having you!"}
+{"text":"THE DARING CONTINUATION OF JERKCITY VOLUME ON EPISODE IV: A NEW DONG (DIRECTOR'S CUT REDUX REVISED YOU are SPIGOT, useless dope head extraordinaire, on a mission to uh.. Shit was was it?"}
+{"text":"SPICASSERINE OH HOW THINE LONG HOWLS EXCITE THE BROADS OKAY RANDDEBIEL WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON LIKE WHAT IN THE WORLD (OR WHEREVER WE ARE NOW) ARE YOU DOING YOU HAVE BEEN SCHIZZING OUT THIS ENTIRE TIME AND YOU EVEN YOINKED MY MONEY DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD ATANDT WORKED FOR THAT YOU CORDUROYED ERLEMEYER LIKE SERIOUSLY, WHAT IS YOUR DEAL ALSO ASK THE WOMAN FOR HER NAME ONCE AGAIN WE NEED TO KNOW WHERE SHE LIVES WHEN WE ARE TAKING REVENGE FOR OUR FACE FULL OF FLUKEY-ASS CRAP"}
+{"text":"COUNTEDDD KINDA BUSY WEEKEND AHEAD BUT BAH GAWD WE'LL FINISH THIS"}
+{"text":"....Anything happen to you, SpigQM?"}
+{"text":"OP please come back..."}
+{"text":"Cityjerkers.... is it over? Did momma raise a flaker after all? (Most likely not, more like a worker if we regard the reasons given)"}
+{"text":"I was about to object to lowballing Ginyu like that before I remembered that Kayo held down a post-Zamasu SSJ2 Goku. It feels like only a few weeks ago that Majin Buu's body had the most overwhelming power by far, and it was a genuine miracle that the bodyswap worked."}
+{"text":"24 hours until the new episode begins! a bit much In terms of raw power, probably. After all, he's strong enough to hold Dyspo down with the equivalent of one hand. But our Ginyu Force has a LOT MORE than physical power. A Goku who was conserving power, who couldn't actually land a punch."}
+{"text":"24 hours until the new episode starts! It will be episode 250. I would say it's a special moment."}
+{"text":"Indeed, SOON!"}
+{"text":"The big 250 begins NOW!"}
+{"text":"Take your time QM. Even if you typing like this is honestly really funny, please for the love of God do not hurt yourself on our behalf."}
+{"text":"Rest and heal up. We'll see you soon."}
+{"text":"Rest and recover, QM. Health comes first."}
+{"text":"I hope things calm down for you soon, QM. See you next month!"}