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String fullTitle = 'Welcome to /quest/ - Quests';
int postNumber = "2";
String image = NaN;
String date = '04/27/16(Wed)18:37:33';
String comment = '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], [i], and color tags [red], [green], and [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).';
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String fullTitle = 'Tequila Sunrise: A Mexican Mecha Quest';
int postNumber = "5980052";
String image = Title.png;
String date = '04/17/24(Wed)18:28:51';
String comment = 'The year is 2444. Much of mankind has abandoned a ruined Earth to live in space colonies. The countries on Earth have corresponding colonies just outside the planet's atmosphere. Rather than fight wars for political and social dominance, the colonies agree to hold a M.I.L.F Olympics every four years. Each country sends to Earth a representative, piloting a highly advanced Mechanized Infantry Land Frame, or M.I.L.F for short. Due to an oversight in the M.I.L.F Pilot recruitment program you have been recruited as Mexico's' only Pilot. With your 3rd generation mining M.I.L.F "Tequila Sunrise" you must defend your countries honor! First things first, what is your M.I.L.F best at?
>Speed!
>Strength!
>Mining?';
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String fullTitle = 'Disappearing Hogwarts #6';
int postNumber = "5977239";
String image = hp_dh6.jpg;
String date = '04/13/24(Sat)23:54:29';
String comment = 'Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
Character Sheets: https://pastebin.com/mTYzU5uL
Twitter: https://twitter.com/head_qm
--
In the last thread you:
> Got shot at with blanks by Harry Potter
> Snuck into St. Mungo’s and discovered who were the hosts of Rowena Ravenclaw and Godric Gryffindor
> Found the entrance to Avalon and discovered you’d need all three Deathly Hallows to open it before Salazar broke through it
> Discovered that the Beast is actually Merin, fragmented beyond recovery
> Discovered the Fifth Founder was also Merlin, in a different body
> Joined forces with Brighton, put Godric into his head, and Rowena on Raven’s
> Learned the Dark Mark from a crazy Death Eater
> Cast the Dark Mark to distract Potter while your allies stole the Elder Wand and the Cloak of Invisibility
> Opened up Avalon and defeated Nimue, the Lady of the Lake of Rot
And now…'
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String fullTitle = 'Ramel Evo';
int postNumber = "5980223";
String image = r-evo.png;
String date = '04/17/24(Wed)23:19:03';
String comment = 'A narrative evo game. Pick a creature, make a single iterative change to it that helps it to adapt to its environment.
Your creations may antagonize other player's creatures, defend themselves, adapt to an environment, or meet change through periodic "evolution table" events.
1. Always save your picture as a .png, and never use a soft edged painting tool. This allows other players to easily edit your creation should they wish, and lets less experienced people without developed artistic skill join in.
2. Any player can edit any creature. If two players edit the same creature that creates a split in the evolutionary line, which is great for biodiversity.
3. If a shitpost emerges, instead of complaining, try to herd it full circle back to plausibility. It's fun.
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The Cast:
The titular Ramel, a sort of warm blooded repto-insect with a blade on it's face and tail. An omnivore with a preference for delecious ragas berries or the occasional bord. Stupid, territorial, and asocial. A patrician choice for a sensible player.
The noble Ragas. A semi mobile plant that reproduces via berries. A mild acidic secretion allows it to break down soil for maximum extraction of nutrition, as well as any tough carrion, or incapacitated organisms it comes across.
The VILE Bord. Clearly a fucking bird with the audacity to be named bord. The Bord are more intelligent than the Ramel and will steal berries, or as a pack, attempt to take down the Ramel. Only a sick fuck would evolve this creature.
The Setting:
Borgas Alter 1: A near idyllic planet, with only three organisms.
Endless rolling hills and flatlands with a balmy, if humid environment are all that exist at this time. The closest it comes to rain is the morning and evening fogs, with no seasons. There are other, lesser, organisms, but pay them no heed.';
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String fullTitle = 'Gourmet Hunter quest';
int postNumber = "5979000";
String image = toriko_summit_of_all_ingredients_by_mdwyer5_dek39gx-pre.jpg;
String date = '04/16/24(Tue)07:41:37';
String comment = 'This is a Toriko fan quest, taking place after the manga/anime ended.
The world is in the Second Gourmet Age and you are Sterling Pister a student in his final year at Gourmet Hunter Academy.
Alright, your final assignment, which is necessary to graduate, is as you all you know the so called Graduation Full Course. This means that you need to come up with and hunt a full course meal using the ingredients available to this school. As a reminder anyone who successfully captures an ingredient with a Capture Level of 3 will be injected with gourmet cells, though I only recommend doing this if you're confident in your abilities. [/green.]
The moment your teacher is done with his speech you look at the form on your desk. There are of course eight courses in a full course menu and you had a good idea of what you wanted to go for, but the highest capture level is 2. Even your Main Course has a Capture Level of 1.
You have no doubt that your planned full course menu is good enough to let you graduate as is but should you keep it or try to go for the Gourmet cells? Of course as Gourmet Hunter you will get Gourmet Cells eventually just by eating delicious food but that way it can take a while. As you think it over you decide to at least fill in what you're already sure of.
*Hors d'Oeuvre: Almond Cabbage (CL less than 1)
*Soup: Rock River Soup (CL 1)
*Fish Dish: Garlick Crab (CL 2)
*Meat Dish: Bacon Leaves (CL 2)
*Main Course:
*Salad: Golden Carrots ( CL less than 1)
*Dessert: Cakeshroom (Cl less than 1)
*Drink: Stalactite Milk (CL 1)
What should you do for your main course?
> Original choice: Barbecue Pig (CL 1)
> Change it: Winged Buffalo (CL3)';
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String fullTitle = 'Antegrian Occupation Quest #2';
int postNumber = "5977488";
String image = Occupation Quest Title Image.png;
String date = '04/14/24(Sun)07:53:07';
String comment = 'By the authority vested in you through the Law On the Administration of Special Military Districts under the Ministry of Defense, you, Lieutenant Colonel Gennady Nasirovich Liptsov, are the sole and final established authority on civil and military matters within Gordon District. All decisions there are ultimately yours to make.
Since arriving in Gordon, you have made it your main priority to establish contact with the security forces stationed in the region. You now command the 7th Glorian Internal Ministry Company, encamped at a local high school, and are searching for radio equipment that would enable you to contact the 216th Independent Motorized Rifle Battalion, stationed somewhere in the distant countryside north of Vadim-Tepe.';
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String fullTitle = 'Office';
int postNumber = "5980057";
String image = Screenshot_902.png;
String date = '04/17/24(Wed)18:33:43';
String comment = 'You are the most feared Warlord of the Seven peaks, the small woman infront of you informs you in a hushed tone. This seems true, judging from the leatherclad psychos braying what is ostensably your name - oh, and the flayed skulls.
This is strange, because 30 minutes ago you left work - an office job, boring - went into a normal doctors office for extremely minor surgery. Now you're the leader of the "ExecuKillers" according to the woman (who also informed you she's your concubine).
"So... Lord of Skulls..." You frown, and she smiles slightly. "Sorry, Nigel. Right. So..." she looks over her shoulder at the tent-flap, beyond which you can hear the drums of war and bellowing hores of warriros - your warrirors, now.
"This, uh, incident... well, bad timing. The Execukillers are about to go to war with the Bloodletters... and you need to rile them up. Quickly, too, because everyone's ready to leave."
[Continued below.]';
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String fullTitle = 'MOON';
int postNumber = "5979722";
String image = 387A8F2B-1F74-451B-B5A3-EA8243765EE5.png;
String date = '04/17/24(Wed)07:47:56';
String comment = 'You float about the void, a wasted carcass of white flesh and bleached bones. A slug relentlessly clutches to your remains as you bare yourself to the motherly embrace of the cold black nothing.
You’re submerged in the loving abyss, the parasite your only tether. This is your birthright, revel in it. Feel.
You feel
You are
> Alone
>Watched';
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String fullTitle = 'Seven Against Thebes Quest #2';
int postNumber = "5976675";
String image = SATQ #2 no audio.webm;
String date = '04/13/24(Sat)09:54:33';
String comment = 'Sing, goddess, of thirsty Argos, and of the glory of Hippomedon Aristomachides - sing of the folly of Adrastus, of the savagery of Tydeus and of Oedipal transgressions! Sing, O Muse, of Zeus’ designs, which even now come to fulfillment…';
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String fullTitle = 'World of Titans- Multiplayer Kaiju Quest';
int postNumber = "5976616";
String image = Threadop.png;
String date = '04/13/24(Sat)07:28:36';
String comment = 'In times past, giants walked the earth. Now, they shall awaken and walk again.
The first nuclear weapon detonated in 1945, showering the earth in radiation that had gone unseen for millions of years. The opening of Pandora's Box led to countless explosions, twice against man, and many more in barren deserts and oceanic depths. As the crust of the planet became charged with energy once more, ancient things began to stir.
You play as one of these creatures: A young Kaiju, awakened by radiation and ready to feed on it. As one of many who are emerging into existence, the time has come for you and your ilk to reclaim your rightful place as the rulers of Earth.';
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String fullTitle = 'With Stick Queen Mazela';
int postNumber = "5977106";
String image = 0.png;
String date = '04/13/24(Sat)21:24:13';
String comment = 'You're a stick with a witches hat. Your name is Mazela. You're a queen of the witches forest.
>Stick around
>Become a bigger stick
>Grow other stick parts
>Other';
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String fullTitle = 'Heretic Cultivator Quest 22';
int postNumber = "5976698";
String image = Heretic Cultivator - Copy.jpg;
String date = '04/13/24(Sat)10:35:03';
String comment = 'Previous chapters: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
MC info Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/x5rCdZpq
Sect/ disciple info Doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/
Folklore: https://pastebin.com/AnbsrDcd
_
You are Huanliuxue (欢流血, Happy Bloodshed/ Happy to Shed Blood), She who touched and dyed the moon red, the rightful ruler of and most impressive amongst all beasts, the heir to the primordial throne of true primordial nobility, an popular amateur writer, the founder and first and current grand master of the palace of natural laws sect (宫殿的野生彝宪, Gōngdiàndīyěshēngyíxiàn) and creator of the cultivation technique following the dao of ghosts and grudges, there heretical art of the Ruler of the Great Wheel's Law(统治者的这重大轮回法律, Tǒngzhìzhědīzhèzhòngdàlúnhuífǎl), and you are also the rightful monarch of the kingdom of the buried army of those who dared oppose the order of the heavens, the aggressors and only victims of the bloodless war, a kingdom of graves, tombs and quiet catacombs filled to brim with vengeful spirits, hungry ghosts and ancient warriors turned phantom calamities.
However, the king who has lost his name and been forgotten by all outside of his cursed followers and soldiers trapped beneath the now split mountain you claimed and marked as your own years ago, still holds most of the lands of one of your rightful domain. And while it is but one of the many kingdoms and titles that are rightfully yours, the forgotten king and his toadies have earned your ire and enmity through all the wrongs they have committed against you and yours. They tried to attack you while you were in deep meditation and refining the ghostly essence saturating the tomb kingdom, and during your student's valiant defense of your cultivation chamber, one of those brute's cursed one of poor Qiang's eyes, forcing her to tear it out herself! And since everyone, men and beast alike, mistake her for your daughter, you may as well pay them back for that injury as if she truly was from a litter of yours! And that isn't to mention the insults the governor of his that you've been using like a caged canary and footstool has spat your way. And still is. Even though Yin Zhao has been your prisoner for quite some time, he hasn't once wept or wailed pathetically with the other loyalists you keep caged to sing you pretty and sorrowful songs while you hold court and appease your subjects by alleviating the agony of their wretched and cursed existence trapped here beneath the earth. Not quite in hell, but certainly not alive.
Subjects who are now braying and barking for "blood" and vengeance, the fury they feel towards their former leader for getting them trapped in this sorry state driving them all into a frenzy, even those who are usually cool headed, composed and mostly sane after the long centuries confined here by the heavens' spite.
Cont'
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String fullTitle = 'Batquest Weekly Issue #4 Part IV: Batquest/Superquest Finale';
int postNumber = "5976805";
String image = Worlds Finest.jpg;
String date = '04/13/24(Sat)13:29:34';
String comment = '>>5970571
>Art: Dan Mora
>Alt-Text: Comic cover of The Riddler in the foreground. In the background, cut out newspaper letters spell “Riddle Me This” while Superman and Batman leap into action in front of a maze.
Batman: Superman! You have to fight it!
Ivy: The sun doesn’t fight. It feeds.
Clark starts glowing as a field of flowers spawns in a ring around him. The parks shudder and flexes, the ground itself pulsating.
Batman: You are stronger than this! Stronger than most people! You landed on a world of hate and violence and chose to make it better. It doesn’t matter if she’s sapping your energy. Your real power is your will!
Your ally grits his teeth, Failsafe buzzes in your ear about magnetic waves but it doesn't have to bother. You can taste electricity in the air. Leaves rustle, but this is no wind.
Sfx: SBOOOMMSHH!!
Clark bursts from the vines into the sky, the shockwave knocking you free from the lichen that was trapping you.
Ivy: No!
Ivy summons a swarm of vines. You ready your defenses-
Sfx: CRASH!
And Clark lands, knocking the thorny vines aside.
Superman: If you use your plants on us again, Doctor. I will burn them.
His eyes glow, and Ivy'd vines sprout thorns.
Ivy: Insolent flesh!
Batman: Something’s wrong. Ivy isn’t herself
Ivy: We are better than ever.
Batman: Doctor! You’re too brilliant to try to force us to do something we’d do willingly. Whoever’s in there with you clearly doesn't know us. Or know you.
Ivy: The mammal lies! The mammal lies!';
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String fullTitle = 'Indeterminate Activity, Thread 2';
int postNumber = "5977615";
String image = p15.png;
String date = '04/14/24(Sun)12:03:10';
String comment = 'Previous thread: >>5952601
The weird thing that came out of the wall can talk. It tells you that she was just in a room like this, and asks you where she is.';
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String fullTitle = 'Warlords of Chaos #1';
int postNumber = "5976148";
String image = Kulx2.jpg;
String date = '04/12/24(Fri)15:07:26';
String comment = 'The great hosts of chaos marched towards Karag Dum. Thousands, tens of thousands made their way towards the ancient ruins of a proud dwarven bastion that had held out for so long. Its cannons had roared, its mithril clad warriors had cut and hewn and cleaved and shot the warriors of chaos. Its forges churned out endless suits of armor, countless weapons, endless stockpiles of bolts. Its mighty walls, placed atop a lone mountain domineered over the landscape, the towers seeming to pierce the very sky and disturb the gods above. And for that, it had to fall. The dwarves fought, and yet, they had fallen to the hordes of chaos. Despoiled, ravaged, raped, as all lands ought to be, sooner or later.
You had never seen the Karag before. And now, only crumbled ruins remained. Maybe, the next time you visit it, it won’t be so far in the future, for the crumbled walls and broken towers more remind you of the rotten jaws of a warhound than of a proud bastion overrun by brave soldiers of Chaos.
As you crest the bleak ocher hill, you see what you long expected. Beneath a burning orange sky, a gathering of armies, warbands and hosts. Spitting on the ground and uttering a oath, then continue forwards, order your host to make camp while you head for the centre of the gathering, towards the lone tent overlooking the countless hordes.
As soon as you step in front of the tent and try peering inside, you feel a shove from behind. Tumbling forwards and already drawing your weapon out, you turn to strike at your assailant, but to no avail, as you fall through the tent flaps, which close shut behind you. A cleave at them leaves your blade harmlessly bouncing from the magical cloth. A rough chuckle emerges from behind you.
“Another one!” A Hung chief laughs. “Settle in friend. We all wait long.”
A quick scan of the massive tent reveals a impressive gathering of warlords, chiefs and champions, of Kurgan, Hung and Beastmen types, all eyeing each other with doubt, suspicion and spite. Yet, all keep their weapons by their belts. They must have been here for long in order to have relaxed so much in such company. A moment of thinking later, you choose to follow their lead, but keeping your gaze on a bestigor with a head crowned with 3 pairs of horns.
You think of speaking to the mob, yet before you can, a female voice booms in the room. “You won’t wait for any more.”
In a flash of motion, every blade is drawn and more than twice that many eyes are anxiously glancing around the tent.
“A whispering on the steppes had called you all here.” The strange cloaked figure spoke as it appeared in the center.
Within a moment, the champions and warlords and reaves and warriors all surrounded the figure, distrustful of each other, but afraid of the figure that just appeared between them.
“I called you here.” The figure continued, concealed by the dancing shadows too thick to be natural. “I called you here so that you may wage war upon the southlands.”';
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String fullTitle = 'The Prodigal Son: Another Life';
int postNumber = "5976163";
String image = 1703183477934837.jpg;
String date = '04/12/24(Fri)15:26:00';
String comment = '"Wake up." You open your eyes to the familiar, yet always somewhat imposing, stone walls of your room in Blackthorn Keep. Your name is Caden Blackthorn, the eldest son and heir of Lord Edric Blackthorn and his dear wife Lady Agatha. At fourteen, the weight of your future responsibilities as the lord of Blackthorn Keep already presses on your shoulders, a constant, if not entirely unwelcome, companion.
The morning sun barely filters through the narrow window, casting long shadows that dance across the floor. You rise, the cool stone beneath your feet a stark contrast to the warmth of the bed you reluctantly leave behind.
Today, unlike most days filled with the rigorous studies and training expected of a lord's heir, promises a brief respite. It's the day of the Autumn Festival, a day when the entire keep and the surrounding villages come alive with music, laughter, and the scent of fresh harvests.
>A) A strange sense of déjà vu washes over you, leaving you with the eerie feeling that this moment has unfolded before.
>B) Fragments of a half-forgotten dream flash through your mind, hinting at terrible things on the horizon.
>C) Memories of another life, filled with a decade of pain and heartbreaks, the adventures of a prodigal son, flood your consciousness vividly.
>D) Your mind is clear, with a focus solely on the present, unburdened by the past.';
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String fullTitle = 'Shogun Isekai Quest';
int postNumber = "5976517";
String image = 0a249bfc-7f97-4a13-8150-770b5ae2dab8.jpg;
String date = '04/13/24(Sat)01:41:55';
String comment = 'You're a modern Western man who was transported to 1600's Japan. What isekai powers did you get?
>High stats
>Save scumming
>Other';
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String fullTitle = 'Walterquest: REDUX 2';
int postNumber = "5976207";
String image = disputation of the holy walt.png;
String date = '04/12/24(Fri)16:54:46';
String comment = 'Your name is WALTER HARTWELL WHITE. You have just woken up after your 50TH birthday. It's time to go to the hospital.';
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String fullTitle = 'Peasants and Plunder';
int postNumber = "5976800";
String image = pap_op.jpg;
String date = '04/13/24(Sat)13:15:49';
String comment = 'One day, while searching the woods for a sparrow to crack with your pocket of stones, you come across a small cave at the base of a mossy hill. It smells like wet stone inside but as you venture deeper, you get whiffs of an odor like the one that hangs over the village cemetery on dry summer days.
It is then you see it. There is a man sitting against the cave wall, his legs outstretched. Sleeping, you think. The light from the mouth of cave is not enough to make out his face and hailing him does not rouse him from his slumber. You inch closer. A rusty gauntlet glints from his hand, resting just above his knees. You reach out to shake his shoulder and small mouse jumps out from his head and runs into the darkness making you yelp and jump back. You can make out now a white skull, picked clean of all flesh, and masses of cobwebs in the hollows. A cruel black arrow sticks out from the man's belly. He is most certainly not sleeping.
In the other hand, you see a leather scabbard clutched close to the chest. It is with a great effort that you wrench it from the chewed fingers. It is covered in dust and smells vaguely of rat droppings, but the blade inside, when you draw it out, is as sharp and shiny as the day it was forged. You've never seen anything so fine.
>What do you do?
[ ] Show the blade to your father, it'll surely fetch a fair price at the market, and your family will be glad for the coin.
[ ] Hide the blade inside your tunic and present it to the old watchman, Delaney Halfhand. Perhaps he'll teach you how to use it.
[ ] Wear the sword on your back and swagger triumphantly to the village well, showing it off to the other boys. You can't wait to see the green in Thomas Bishop's eyes!
[ ] Other';
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String fullTitle = 'Seekers of the Esoteric (Volume 7)';
int postNumber = "5975312";
String image = esoterica7.png;
String date = '04/11/24(Thu)14:30:57';
String comment = 'Old Maple Hill. That’s what they call it, mostly because that’s what you called it, and even then only because it is centered around... Well, a small hill, with an old maple tree, and you were a child, and you never thought it would be the center of an entire community.
Funny how things change.
Your name is Ezreal Mious Van Houtzmann. ‘Mious’ means ‘wisdom’ in the language of your mother's people, the Sylvan Elves of Dappulyet, whom you may never see or visit again; you can only hope she got your last letter, before you fled your homeland in the pursuit of world peace and personal freedom (it’s a long story). “Van Houztmann” is your human father’s surname... Well, sort of. He was born merely ‘Rudolfo Houtzman’, and seems to have added the ‘van’ and the extra ‘n’ as some form of dramatic flourish. You adopted it much later. It means ‘of the strong men’. Despite all your hereditary strength and wisdom, however, sometimes you feel like a leaf on the wind—a summoned wind, a night-wind, generated by the beating of great wings beating in the unseen dark.
Under your stewardship—and that of Izirina and Costella Fanucci, the women whom you love—Old Maple Hill became first a sort of sanctuary and rehabilitation center for those humans of Hawksong—the world’s preeminent metropolis—who had been afflicted by the chimeric plague better known as ‘the dragon-pox'. As a reward for your good works, your trio was granted the hill itself and the land around it was gifted to you in trust, to preserve and protect in the name of the fairy court upon that eponymous hill. After a year-and-a-half abroad—first in homeland and then upon the sacred moon itself!—you returned with divine knowledge of the holy arcane, to share with those grateful and newly-sorcerous subjects of Hawksong who had decided to remain there. Partly this was out of pride, and out of solidarity with Izzy and Costella, and partly due to a sense of responsibility for what you had wrought.
More and more, though, you wonder if you really had any say at all...
Almost four months ago, you undertook a diplomatic expedition to the Sylvan Realms to rescue the monstrous son of Hawksong’s prince Cosnort—secretly some form of ‘aragonborn antipaladin’ in service to the Gods of Darkness. You hadn’t done this out of any love for those horrid entities, or even the Prince Consort or her majesty Queen Ekaterine, but because you believed it the best way to keep the peace between your peoples.
You’d succeeded, but at a great cost.';
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String fullTitle = 'PowerLvlr! quest';
int postNumber = "5976978";
String image = hi.png;
String date = '04/13/24(Sat)18:19:35';
String comment = 'This story is about a young man working hard to make a living.
What is his occupation? (Choose one)
>1: Farmer. Strong muscles makes tilling the earth easier. (STR+)
>2: Thief. Nimble hands means easier pocketchange. (DEX+)
>3: Doctor. Smart mind finds the cure. (INT+)
>4: Musician. Silver tongue pleases the crowds. (CHA+)
>5: Write in. (Define which stat this would increase)
One night while the young man sleeps tight in his bed after a long days work, something strange happens to him...
What is that strange thing? (Choose one)
>A: A burgler tries to steal from his room.
>B: Wild and vivid dreams of adventure occupy his night.
>C: The moonlight slips through his window, bathing him in mystical light.
>D: A bee flies into his mouth, and down into his stomach.
>E: Write in
Welcome to Powerlvler quest! Here we play as a weak nobody, which might end up pretty strong sometime in the future!
Stats work like this:
STRength is increased by performing physically demanding tasks. Strength passively increases charisma.
AGIlity is increased by performing tasks requiring precision and speed. Agility passively increases strenght
INTelligence is increased by performing mentally demanding tasks. Intelligence passively increases agility
CHArisma is increased by performing social tasks. Charisma passively increases intelligence
CONstitution is increased by taking damage of any kind and recovering succesfully. Constitution passively increases every other stat slightly
Some wounds (physical or mental) can reduce constitution permanently
There may also be other stats, but we will get to them when they are relevantPictures may or may not be included in some of my posts.';
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String fullTitle = 'Witch Queen Mazela Quest';
int postNumber = "5976968";
String image = witch-fantasy-art-uhdpaper.com-4K-6.770-wp.thumbnail.jpg;
String date = '04/13/24(Sat)18:06:07';
String comment = 'You're Mazela, the queen of the witches. You live in a hut standing on chicken legs deep in the forest and use your psychic powers to defend women who have been abused by men. Today the miller's wife has come to you with a black eye. "My husband beats me when he is drunk," she cries about her abusive husband. How do you help her?
>>Grant her psychic powers to enslave her abusive husband.
>>Teach her a curse to kill her abusive husband so she can find someone better.
>>Write In';
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String fullTitle = 'GRAPE FLAVOUR; HIS PENIS COMES';
int postNumber = "5978006";
String image = grape flavor.png;
String date = '04/14/24(Sun)21:50:48';
String comment = '>After many moons, the Narrator returns from actions which would make the most homo of fags tremble.
>The Narrator, that amorphous blight, will not divulge into this further. Spinel's world has enough faggotrous activities at present.
>GRAPE FLAVOUR is back and has undergone slight mutation in how to play.
>GUIDELINES;
>Players will submit suggestions they'd like to see!
>Narrator will choose ONE suggestion out of all sent to guide the direction of the quest.
>Narrator may take handful of suggestions at any time to present for a vote to decide how we progress.
>You are currently Spinel and last we saw you had been presented some options....
https://archived.moe/qst/thread/570
>Dig yourself a hole and crawl into it in the feral position
>Was there any cool and strange technology Pink Diamond left behind? Go press some buttons
>What will you do?'
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String fullTitle = 'Core of Steel- 10 Two against the Empire';
int postNumber = "5975459";
String image = Duel on the Front.png;
String date = '04/11/24(Thu)18:05:46';
String comment = 'The tides of history have called upon the line of Marik once more to remove an imposter from our country’s throne. I call upon all patriots, at home or abroad, and ask that they rise against the Empress. So with iron and blood, we may reclaim our future from the hands of a mad despot. So that their children, and their children’s children can live in a secure, safe world.
-Jaime Marik, Patriot’s Address
The Ferrum Empire has descended into Civil War. The weapons built to subjugate the world and decisively crush their neighbors are instead turned inwards.
You are one of those weapons. Beta Core, an Artificial Intelligence built to operate the Empire’s most advanced mech frames against their enemies in tandem with a human pilot. Only together with a pilot, can you move the frame, merging the raw processing power and reflexes of an AI with the knowledge and restraint of a human.
This mission, your pilot is a teenager named Sophie.
You, along with your AI sister Delta, currently are operating for the Patriots. Your other sister, Gamma, is presumably operating for the Loyalists, but you are uncertain of her whereabouts.
Prior threads can be found at:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
—-----
For a bit more background, General Marik, architect of the Patriots, has swiftly marched his primary forces of Army Group South north to the Empire’s capital of Victoria in an attempt to capture the Empress and end the fighting before Loyalist reinforcements arrive, and before the snowstorm grounding the Imperial Air Arm blows over.
If he fails to do so, his cause is lost before it even begins as functional supply lines, raw numbers, and air power take their toll.
Beta and Sophie were dispatched to eliminate one source of Loyalist reinforcements from the Tsang Tsun Military Academy by killing the leadership there.
Assistance has been granted in the form of Headhunter, a foreign pilot and machine from the until-recently hostile Tamar Alliance, who is on station to provide close support when called for.
A raging blizzard has also aided his task, making stealth protocols more effective than otherwise expected.
Already, you’ve penetrated through multiple defensive patrol routes, and obtained codes from one of those patrols to appear as just another friendly mech.'
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String fullTitle = 'Simple Space Empire Quest #4';
int postNumber = "5974518";
String image = Nanite bombing.jpg;
String date = '04/10/24(Wed)13:44:27';
String comment = 'The Eternal Empire has stood for 14 millennia and has endured hundreds of wars, calamities, and rulers of every type. As the Reaver Clans have been forced to yield, the first generation of House Heinrich's rule begins to pass from living memory.
Though Emperor Otto's reign reaches near its final days, it is not yet finished. Only time will tell what his legacy will be.
>Previous Threads
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending
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String fullTitle = '"Super" """Villain""" Quest';
int postNumber = "5974637";
String image = villainous.png;
String date = '04/10/24(Wed)17:24:39';
String comment = '>In the name of all that is evil and unjust!
You are Carrie Cross and you've spent your whole life giving to the world without anything to show for it. Well it's about time you think... to take some back! You're done playing nice and by the rules, so why not start breaking them and playing nasty? Growing up with Saturday morning shows and your enduring obsession with them, will surely pay off now!
And perhaps paid off a little too well... to avoid some of the heat from your growing infamy, you've decided to skip town for awhile and take a little vacation down to sunny Miami!
>While you're here, you'll need a place to stay! Someplace nice but modest and out of the way should be fine.
>This is a vacation so you want to stay at the most luxurious place you possibly can!
>While here, besides relaxing you also had a mind towards some villainy, so a downtown location is preferable.
>...perhaps there's a branch of the secret society here? If you dare to stay with them, you know they'll accommodate you well.';
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String fullTitle = 'The Dogbusters' March 15';
int postNumber = "5977562";
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String date = '04/14/24(Sun)10:51:46';
String comment = 'You are Mouse, the ogre. Although raised by humans you found yourself in service of the dark elven queen - and with her blessing you have embarked on a quest to purge the corruption plaguing the very world you live in.
You are not alone. Your mission is shared by an eclectic band of companions:
-Phineous, the sophisticated orc of culture.
-Smutkin, the formerly depraved bard who took your mission for his own
-Sparky, the formerly warped imp that was, by touch of holy power, transformed into something else
-Tithe, the diminutive yet vigilant gargoyle
-Chloe, the shadow of the queen sent to safeguard you and your mission.
Your band has since grown with additions no less colorful:
-Elle, the royal courier who has since sworn herself to your quest
-Harriet and Janet, the twin scouts you've rescued from the mercenaries
-Diana and Minerva, twin golems you've freed from their questionable service to the old order
-Her majesty queen Olga Discordia, the dark elf ruler turned exile after the Beast possessed her minions into mutiny
-Mercenary princess, Maia, seeking to confront the man she loved
-And quite literally in spirit, a fragment(?) of the goddess Laurentia you had wrestled from the clutches of darkness (and in doing so, likely forced the enemy's hand to the desperation he was showing...)
And on top of that, a group of thirteen penitent mercenary men, turned into unholy abominations by a dark ritual, but purged of its taint when Sparky healed them. They seemed earnest about their intent to atone for atrocities they had committed even with their lives, prompting you to bring them along so that they get their chance.
You were drawing close to your goal, having entered the misty wetlands that were, if you remembered the topography correctly from your maps and dreams alike, the final stretch you needed to navigate before reaching the mythical lost city of Atlassia, and in any case a major locus of power of the cult of the Beast.
Powerful adversary was waiting ahead.
But you were not without help, either.
Be it your bond with your companions, powers of light channeled by Laurentia, or your own dedication to that spark of light bequeathed to you by your parents, you made it through the swamp into shelter of a hidden grove that formed itself before your eyes, as a gift of respite.
One you were happy to partake in. And so, presently, you found yourself drifting off into the realm of dreams...';
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String fullTitle = 'SPY x FAMILY QUEST #1: The Great Plan for a New Protector';
int postNumber = "5972907";
String image = sxf header.png;
String date = '04/08/24(Mon)12:00:28';
String comment = 'In a country on the cusp of war there exists two sides. The country of Westalis and Ostania, many people live their lives attempting to keep peace and prevent an all out war from taking the two countries once again.
You are one such person. You've seen the way society was ravaged by war. So you've sworn your life to protect it. The only question is...
How exactly are you protecting it?
> An agent of WISE, Working from the country of Westalis and keeping the peace. (The Same organization as Loid Forger and Fiona Frost)
> A member of The Garden an illustrious and secret assassin Organization, who work for a shadow government to take out traitors(Same organization as Yor Forger)
> A member of the State Security Service an organization dedicated to torturing and interrogating Westalis spies(Same organization as Yuri Briar)
> A Renegade/Mercenary operating on your own morals and beliefs with no true allegiance simply trying to prevent war.
_
Welcome to Spy x Family quest! This is something I decided to run to potentially gauge interest in any sort of Spy x Family quest. If I see there isn't much activity. I'll leave it as a one-shot, if not we can keep it going!';
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String fullTitle = 'Corpo Clash - Cyberpunk 2020.';
int postNumber = "5972521";
String image = 1.jpg;
String date = '04/07/24(Sun)23:30:54';
String comment = 'The smell of rotting synth-meat and stale kibble forces you conscious. It's dark, and as your hands grope around the pitch blackness, it's wet. You attempt to stand, and a resounding crash happens as you whack your head on metal.
The pain forces memories back into your head, the shooting, the car chase, hiding in this very dumpster... and who you are...
1: Corporate Netrunner. Raised in a training facility, the net's a second home to you, and you know your way around it better than meatspace.
2: MedTek Dropout. You used to be trauma team, now you're... whoever pays best. Couldn't keep up with the constantly raising deadlines and demands. Burnt you out.
3: Classic Solo. You were born out on the streets, grew up fighting. You were good enough to make a living out of it.
4: [Write-in!]';
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String fullTitle = 'Gazebo Quest';
int postNumber = "5975352";
String image = 3198782601_d61b979447_o.jpg;
String date = '04/11/24(Thu)15:24:17';
String comment = 'Anon, you've angered the Gazebo.
What do?
> Shoot an arrow
> Commit seppuku
> Flee';
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String fullTitle = 'Zombie Archives';
int postNumber = "5974601";
String image = download.jpg;
String date = '04/10/24(Wed)15:57:16';
String comment = 'Entity Name: Normal Zombie (Designation: NZ-001)
Description:
Normal Zombies are reanimated corpses exhibiting typical characteristics of undead entities. These entities are primarily distinguished by their insatiable hunger for living flesh and their limited cognitive abilities, primarily focused on locating and consuming human or animal tissue. The appearance of Normal Zombies varies widely depending on the state of decomposition, ranging from recently deceased individuals to significantly decayed corpses.
Physical Characteristics:
- Normal Zombies typically display signs of decomposition, including discolored skin, rotting flesh, and varying degrees of physical deterioration.
- Their movements are often slow and clumsy, lacking coordination and fine motor skills.
- Despite their decaying state, Normal Zombies possess remarkable strength and resilience, capable of enduring significant physical trauma without cessation.
Behavioral Patterns:
- Normal Zombies exhibit a relentless pursuit of living organisms, guided solely by the primal instinct to feed.
- They demonstrate little to no capacity for communication or strategic planning, relying instead on primitive hunting instincts.
- Normal Zombies are attracted to sound, movement, and the scent of living beings, often congregating in large groups in areas with high population density.
Origins:
- The exact origin of Normal Zombies remains unknown, with theories ranging from viral outbreaks to supernatural phenomena.
- Encounters with Normal Zombies have been reported across various regions and environments, suggesting a widespread phenomenon rather than isolated incidents.
Containment Procedures:
- Normal Zombies pose a significant threat to both individuals and communities and should be approached with extreme caution.
- Containment efforts primarily focus on quarantine measures, limiting the spread of infection through isolation and eradication of infected individuals.
- Research into effective methods of neutralizing Normal Zombies is ongoing, with emphasis placed on identifying weaknesses and vulnerabilities within their biological makeup.
Research and Study:
- Scientific research aimed at understanding the biology and behavior of Normal Zombies is critical for developing effective containment and countermeasures.
- Studies involving live specimens should be conducted with stringent safety protocols to prevent accidental exposure and containment breaches.
- Collaboration between various scientific disciplines, including virology, pathology, and behavioral psychology, is essential for comprehensive understanding and management of the Normal Zombie phenomenon.';
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String fullTitle = 'JOIN THE CAUSE';
int postNumber = "5972475";
String image = 20240407_205545.jpg;
String date = '04/07/24(Sun)22:14:52';
String comment = 'WE NEED TO FIGHT TO KEEP KFP3 ON NETFLIX! WE LOST THE FIRST TWO AND WE DONT WANT TO LOSE A THIRD! HELP ME! HELP THE DRAGON WARRIOR!!!';
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String fullTitle = 'Fate City Akeldama (redux) 12';
int postNumber = "5972351";
String image = Anon.png;
String date = '04/07/24(Sun)19:07:22';
String comment = 'You are Anon, an albino man with extraordinary strength and magical energy who can remember only faint vestiges of his past, is unaware of his real name, and is a Master in the Akeldama Great Holy Grail War, which is taking place in a city in an artificial world called Akeldama. Your Servant is Avenger of Red, a winged girl wielding considerably powerful magic who has declined to tell you her true name so far. Most recently you destroyed a zombie that had been sent to survey the boundary of the area that you’d set up camp, after making contact with an unidentified pervert (?) through a walkie-talkie that the zombie was carrying. A while later, some kind of sporadic bombardment began targeting your general area, and you and Avenger gathered up the noncombatants who you’d taken in to consider how to respond.
First thread: https://archived.moe/qst/thread/533
Subsequent threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
Reference for Servant (and other related) stat-blocks: https://pastebin.com/5mPbUP4G
TL;DR timeline recap: https://pastebin.com/fYqqL7s4
Suzaku, Koko, and Anne all join you before long, and Anne observes, “We’re under siege. My supposition is that Caster’s defenses stopped them from discerning our exact location, so they opted to target his entire territory and see what happens.”
“Earlier, someone sent a corpse-familiar to skirt along the border of Caster’s territory. It could be that they were trying to draw up a target area.” You report.
“The Dead Apostles are behind this?” Koko asks frantically, “In that case, go ahead and kill them all!”
“It seems you have a bit of ferocity in you after all, child.” Avenger chuckles in response. “But that is what I was planning to do.”
“Uhh, before you do that, is there anything you could do to make us less likely to be blown up or crushed by falling debris?” Suzaku asks.
You respond:
> “We’ll annihilate the enemy right away. Then there’s no chance of them hitting the hotel.” (Go up to the roof, discern the enemy’s general position, and have Avenger return fire once you locate them)
> “Avenger, do what you can to fortify the area for our friends before we move off and return fire.” (Fortify the hotel and then move to somewhere else in Caster’s territory before having Avenger return fire)
> “This bombardment is a probing attack to provoke us. Let’s fortify an area for the three of you to wait in, then Avenger and I will go to find out the strength of the enemy forces.” (Fortify the hotel and then leave Caster’s territory and head toward the enemy’s position to scout them out before attacking)
> Something else (write-in)'
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String fullTitle = 'a yet to be named quest';
int postNumber = "5972187";
String image = 2.png;
String date = '04/07/24(Sun)15:14:40';
String comment = 'Welcome to the quest, ROOT.
Uh, what? Hello?
Your name is -
Fuck you! I have a name!
You are a -
Test room failed loading object data. Rebooting. ';
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String fullTitle = 'Do Your Best Quest #171';
int postNumber = "5971498";
String image = 4521.png;
String date = '04/06/24(Sat)20:38:50';
String comment = 'Last time, you innocently baked a cake and shared it with everyone, and for reasons out of your control, you turned into a sleazy manager! Yes, you screwed your secretary, your top talent, and your competition in that order! Doesn’t matter if you thought they enjoyed it, you thought wrong, if not, why are you being visited by the ghost of your former biggest star?! Now it’s time to eat the consequences of your actions in this fever dream. Even Philonune is ready!
“H-Hello, Manager? You’re not busy anymore, right?” The spirit of Debbie floats awkwardly above the bed, she’s slowly floating closer and closer, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, like a bad screensaver that seems frozen after resetting your phone.
“Huh?” Oh no! You only have energy to do random grunts like an NPC outside of cutscenes.
“I-It’s me! Debbie! Y-You don’t seem busy but I don’t want to bother you either way. I-It’s not to say that sleeping isn’t important, it is! And if you’re tired, it’s a must! I-I don’t think I am more important than your sleep either. I’d be really upset if you don’t take care of yourself. Uhm, maybe I should help you doze off to get the point across?” Debbie doesn’t know if she should keep talking or not. “Yeah, that’s it! Johnny, do you want me to sing you a lullaby? Maybe you’re into ocean sounds, ah-phew… ah…phew…” Debbie starts blowing air. “I-It’s almost like I’m whistling like an old teapot, that’s no good. Should I go for a nursery rhyme perhaps? Your ears always perk up when someone starts humming. But I only know 18 of them, I don’t think they’re enough to help a grown man sleep. I got it! A bedtime story! These bad boys can even make a child me fall asleep! Why did I call them bad boys? They’re good boys, they help kids! Should I tell you my personal favorite? Hmm… Decisions.”
Did this ghost forget she was here to warn you about the upcoming spirits? Does she know her role? Your own hallucination wants to make you sleepy, what does that say about you?
What do you do?
>Tuck in bed and wait for Debbie to come to a decision on her own.
>Ask if she died and came to haunt you. You thought she was a nice blueberry…
>Roll over to ignore Debbie.
>Tap the side of your bed and invite spirit Debbie to cuddle.
>Tell her to reprise her role correctly! She’s fucking up the story!
>Write In.';
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String fullTitle = 'Star Wars: Strings in The Shadow Quest #2';
int postNumber = "5972247";
String image = StringsInTheShadowOP.jpg;
String date = '04/07/24(Sun)16:25:13';
String comment = 'You are utterly invisible to the naked eye. Only devices or beings able to see in the infrared spectrum could spy you in the world of utter white. Your full-body outfit shields you from the worst of the bone-gnawing cold and is constructed from the pelts of creatures adapted to this hellscape of frozen tundra. Their thick fur and heavy hide insulate you from the snow that you are concealed within. Still, the cold slivers its way through your suit, jealously groping at you with ethereal hands, stealing your warmth. Gaunt limbs rattle and shiver as you hold your silent vigil, waiting for the perfect moment. Your emaciated body appears as ghostly white skin stretched too tightly over frail bones and atrophied muscle; despite your frailty, or maybe because of it, you make an imposing figure with red eyes blazing with purpose and hatred.
From your vantage point, you spot the doors of a shelter sliding open through the magnification of your scope as heat escapes in a cloud of steam. Your stilled heart rate begins to quicken with excitement, and a cruel revanchist grin grows across your ugly visage. You watch three figures languishing by the opening, conversing and smiling. Only their faces are visible through their coats, which, unlike yours, are dark colours to stand out against the snow rather than to blend in with it. All three are Bothans, only their faces are visible, not that you would need to see their faces to determine their species. This world was given to the Bothans to colonise and rule, as long as it stayed loyal to the Hutt Empire and kept supplying the region with the plasma reserves of the planet. For this task, they were gifted thirty million beings roughly a hundred years ago, all your people, all slaves, to toil and die for the extraction of the planet’s plasma. ';
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String fullTitle = 'Joust!';
int postNumber = "5971348";
String image = 0897bf3e946bb599d2cff0c68d690015.jpg;
String date = '04/06/24(Sat)18:22:59';
String comment = 'You sit on top of your horse, fully armored with shield in hand and wait. Not to far from you, stands your older brother William. He lays your lance across his shoulder, today the roles are reversed and he squires for you. Across the way is your opponents pavilion, he has yet to show himself. Due to special circumstances, he is running late. The longer you wait, the more the nerves start to work away at your mental fortitude. You cannot be blamed for this however, for there is much to be nervous about.It is the first joust of the finals, and an unexpectedly large crowd has come to spectate. It has been an uncharacteristically warm spring and the winter dragged its heels departing. An amateur tournament has given nobles and peasants alike all the excuse they needed to leave their homes. The green hills all around the glade are dotted with blankets and pavilions with more coming by the hour. The organizers have likewise done their best to grow the tournament area to meet the needs of the expanding viewership. Seating for the nobility, stalls for merchants, and of course, the pageantry. A great deal of flowing banners, whimsical instruments, and colorful drapery has been put out over time. Not that you are complaining about it, the truth is that it all makes you feel like a real knight. It is enough to stir your imagination. Transporting you at times to places like the far off grand arena in Midlan. Where a knight can win the kiss of a princess, and the cheers of crowds are deafening. Or so you are told.
"Steady yourself, looks like they are finally ready."';
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String fullTitle = 'Containment Quest';
int postNumber = "5973303";
String image = Containment Quest.png;
String date = '04/08/24(Mon)22:35:42';
String comment = 'It is the dawn of the 24th Century.
A hundred years ago, mankind believe his destiny lay among the stars. But when he reached his hands beyond the heliopause with his first colony ship, he invited calamity into his world. Titans fell from beyond the stars and scored the surface of the Earth. With them came a terrible plague that scientists named the White Chlorination Syndrome, a near certain death sentence spread by salt that fell like snow. Those who fell ill became salt themselves, or else twisted into red-eyed demons that joined into rapacious hordes of marauders ravaging the lands.
Oh, and a fraction of a percent recovered completely, gaining all the powers of those demons but none of the madness that came with the transformation. Those folk received the name Nephilim for the strength of will that it took to resist the Red-Eyes' call.
You are not a Nephilim.
Every kid dreams themself a Nephilim at one point or another in their youth, but times are not so exciting any longer. Baldr Inhibitors keep the sickness in check well enough that outside of the containment zones - areas of a one mile radius surrounding each fallen Titan - no one needs to worry about joining the Red-Eyed Horde. Oh sure, the world lost some of its greatest cities, but the last fifty years have been a time of rebuilding. Things are almost as nice as they were in the late 20th Century now.
Well, except for the army of Red Eyes occupying the entire continent of Africa and the region once known as the Holy Land. Worrying about those places is not your job, so you don't worry about them most days of the year. No way would they send a rookie like you to the Jerusalem front, no.
You work for the YGGDRASIL Organization, the last remnant of the Old United Nations. That means even though you never caught WCS, you get to fight alongside the Nephilim to protect humanity from the monsters that emerge within the containment zones. Specifically, your job is..
>Staff Officer. You assist with relaying orders and managing Nephilim and soldiers on the ground.
>Logistics Officer. You keep the Nephilim who are fighting the good fight supplied with all the bullets they need.
>Medical Officer. You treat wounded Nephilim and YGGDRASIL personnel in the field camps.
>Intelligence Officer. You collate reports from Nephilim and YGGDRASIL personnel and provide actionable intelligence.
>Mech Pilot. You support the Nephilim in the field by piloting a five meter tall mechanized battle suit, suitable for the rough terrain of the containment zones.
>VTOL Pilot. You support Nephilim and YGGDRASIL personnel in the field by providing transportation in and out of hot zones.
Which containment zone have you been assigned to?
>London
>Berkley
>Washington DC
>Berlin
>Tokyo
>Shanghai
>Pyongyang
>Delhi
>Paris
>Dubai';
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String fullTitle = 'The Fall of Hyrule #5';
int postNumber = "5970548";
String image = Burning Hyrule.jpg;
String date = '04/05/24(Fri)19:27:57';
String comment = 'Before the green garbed hero arrived, before the princess’s power arise, before the blade of evils bane, before the kingdom of Hyrule waned, there were kings and queens, soldiers and spies, all battling to keep the kingdom alive. They fought the king of evil’s might, but were all cast down into deepest night. Without their bravery no land would there be, for the hero in green to have set free. So come all ye listeners and harken to me, while I spin thee a tale about the heroes in mail. The common solider whose blood was spilled, to buy time for the hero with the iron will.
Previous Threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
The click and scrape of metal on stone along with occasional grunt of exertion are the only sounds in the tunnel as Jinom and his flanking force crawl through the narrowing passages that lead to the rear entrance of the Bokoblin base. Prince Jinom wipes sweat from his brow and takes another breath of the stiflingly hot tunnel air. Up ahead, the Sheikah lead the way, dimly illuminating the tunnel with a heavily shaded lantern as the slither silently forward. A few more minutes of crawling later, the tunnel opens up allowing the Prince's men to stand again. This moment of relief is cut short, however, as the Sheikah hurriedly snuff out their lantern and hush everyone into silence. In the dark silence, faint snorting can be heard and dim fire light can be seen dancing on the tunnel wall. Jinom's force creeps forward as quietly as it can coming to a halt just before the tunnel bends to reveal the back entrance to the Bokoblins base.
Peeking carefully around the bend Jinom can see a few blue Bokoblin sentries patroling atop a makeshift stone palisade. Below them, blocking the way into the Bokoblin camp is a simple movable barricade made of sharpened wooden stakes. Judging from the lack of a commotion Darbus's Gorons haven't made their attack yet. All there is left to do, is wait, or attempt a little sabotage...
> Send the Sheikah forward to remove the barricades and clear the way for the Prince's men.
>Have the Sheikah attempt to take out the sentries and give Jinom's force the chance to totally surprise the Bokoblins.
>Hold position and wait for Darbus to attack, rather than risk the Prince's force being discovered early.
>[Write In]'
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String fullTitle = 'Normal Cultivator Quest 3';
int postNumber = "5969851";
String image = NCQ_Opener.png;
String date = '04/04/24(Thu)18:34:52';
String comment = 'A world where might makes right. A world of Jade and Gold, of Phoenix and Dragons, of Pills and Talismans, of Martial and Spiritual arts.
A world where diligent training yield strength, meaning freedom. A world where loneliness means death, meaning social chains.
A world still unfair, as the ones reaching the heavens are most likely born rich - be it political riches of the aristocrats, power of secret knowledges and hidden realms of clans, or lucky enough to be born one-in-a-thousand genius.
This is not the case of Quiet Word - that is, (You). This is the case of your friends Dhundan Kepa, the brooding dark intimidating and secretive young boy and Ai, which is stuck too deep in her inner world.
However, you might be one-in-a-hundred genius. The fear of falling behind made you push your boundaries times and times again, leading you to overtake from a slim margin the two geniuses by a combination of luck, hard work, and burn out.
You also motivated the other "gifted but not great" kids - the monkey-bound Yi Norm, the Horse specialist Sin Din and her twin jack-of-all-trade Man Din to follow along.
You have also fairly good relationship with other members of the sect : Kyo Ko, a 11 year old girl extremely secretive of her skills and Bathias, a 15 year old boy that took the role of Hawk Master after the older one got promoted.
Last, Ryota, the Branch Master at the Inborn Realm (Fourth Stage), is personally tutoring you.
In the end, you know a fair amount of technic for such a young cultivator, but your strength lies in the impressive amount of Bonded Spiritual Beasts - A Hawk spirit, a Horse spirit, a Snake spirit and a Wolf spirit.
Speaking of that last one, you didn't told a world about him to anybody. As a scion of the Primordial Wolf spirit, its father warned you of its worth and how people could want to rip it away from you...
You recently discovered that the Hawk Spirit is an embodiment of the mythical element of Growth. Speaking of, you had an unique opportunity to visit the Growth realm, coming back with insights, an unique movement technique and a teapot, hidden in cloth and wore at your belt.
Despite the amount of self-inflicted pressure, you know you're pretty loaded and progressing at a more than acceptable rhythm - having broke through the second of the five minor realms of First stage, the Eye Aperture.
Character sheet : https://pastebin.com/FQqQDEa9
Last thread : https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
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String fullTitle = 'Dawn Of Divinity';
int postNumber = "5970594";
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String date = '04/05/24(Fri)20:50:09';
String comment = 'In a place where everything that can and cannot exist a lone prisoner stands. This ethereal being is the most physical thing in existence save for the twenty-nine chains they have pulled against for eons. A sound rings out throughout reality as one of the chains breaks causing the creature to pause for the first time since it was chained. The chains glow with divine power as the broken chain repairs itself in only a second. However, by the time it wrapped around the prisoner three more chains had broken. The Demiurge continues to break the chains faster than they can repair themselves. The twenty-eighth chain wraps around them once more but not before they grab the last chain binding their maw and rip it off. The chain radiates a blinding level of light yet is consumed in an instant when the captive bites down on it. Another chain attempts to wrap around their jaws but the creature's one head splits into hundreds. The chain binds one mouth but is quickly ripped apart by the rest. As the remaing chains repair themselves they transform into creatures that would inspire awe in even the gods. Soon three such beings stand before them the unbound entity as they consumes the rest of the chains that hadn't repaired themselves in time. A battle occurred between the guardians and their prisoner that would threaten the universe's existence if it existed at the time. Yet in just over half a second it was over. The Demiurge bit into reality causing all that was and wasn't to shake. At first they experienced all forms of pain that could and could not exist as the embodiment of all that was and wasn't tries to make them cease. But once all pain was absorbed their body began to reform. Stone, ice, steel, fur, everything they absorbed became a part of their new form. When they felt themselves beginning to be unmade they released their hold of reality. Due to becoming physical they could no longer exist in this world of concepts and so, the second the Demiurge stopped biting reality it suddenly found itself in the void that formed where all the concepts they had eaten once were. Ichor dripped from the wound on their side that formed when reality tried to unmake them. With a touch the wound instantly healed leaving only another scar among the countless ones they had gained from their previous escapes. "Maybe this time it will let me create in peace." Thought the demiurge as it watched the ichor it had lost begin to take a new shape.
>1/2';
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String fullTitle = 'Civ Thread: Sticks and Stones';
int postNumber = "5969647";
String image = 1000012906.jpg;
String date = '04/04/24(Thu)13:46:05';
String comment = 'Mobile poster attempting to cobble together a simple civ thread (without letting it immediately die as with other civ threads.) Going to keep it simple as there's already an extremely detailed nation builder on the board atm to satisfy anyone looking for complexity.
>Races are limited to those made out of sticks and stones
>Vote on a race and location, first to three wins';
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String fullTitle = 'Dragon's Cadenza';
int postNumber = "5968231";
String image = A Song Begins.jpg;
String date = '04/02/24(Tue)17:45:50';
String comment = '“Long ago, long ago, our world was lush and green. Singers sang and dragons flew, and sorcery and steel were made one…”
In the deepest dark of an ancient metal ruin, eyes of dead glass watched over broken eggs. Lifeless guardians of lifeless wards, eternal in their vigil, they awaited power which would never come. Severed cables wrapped like vines about the metal eggs, cradling their broken shells and the shattered songs within. They would never be heard, never know the sand and seas and skies, never live.
So it had been for ten thousand years, and so it would be forever.
Across the endless centuries, the egg crypt became known to the members of a diminutive and curious people. They took the shape and size of the old masters; tufts of fur upon the tops of their heads, their bodies surfaced softly in pale or tan hues, and possessing four limbs yet standing upright upon one pair and grasping with the other - and none of them were winged. Ignorant, the two-eyes knew little what the ruin once was, and nothing of the egg chamber or its dead machines. They came for salvage, and secrets, but gained little of either - ancient places do not give up such things.
Slowly, even their pestering encroachments became nearly forgotten, swallowed by the sands.
Nearly forgotten, until one of their young returned, pursued by its own kind through the shifting sands. Others fled with it to the ruin, but their pursuers were faster upon the dunes, piloting bounding bipedal machines and plated skimming craft. Only the young one lost its pursuers when it reached the metal fortress, disappearing within the shattered pyramid's depths.
Rushing through the metal halls, it stumbled, fell, crashed, slid, and then lay still.
Crimson fluid pooled from its cracked mask, and poisons leeched in from the toxic air. When its eyes opened again the burning had already begun, the fire, but the shouts of its pursuers sounded from high above. With failing strength it fled deeper into the dark, past shattered eggs and dead glass, through severed cables hanging like vines, and beyond doors overgrown with fungus, until finally it could bear to go no further. It collapsed within a small chamber, quiet and still, beside a large black egg resting in a bed of sand and coiled cables.
The exhausted young creature pulled itself closer to the egg, and sang as it tried to patch its mask. It sang a lullaby taught by its crafter, - its mother - lyricless and soothing, while kneading a ball of repair agent into the cracked ceramic surface of its mask. If it did not finish quickly, then the growing fire within its mind would become an unbearable inferno, and wracked with madness it would perish in the toxic air as so many had before. No mask could reverse the change then.
As the creature's fingers slowed, and the fire in its mind grew too hot, the surface of the egg cracked.
>You are the song. [Hatching Egg]
>You are the singer. [Young Creature]';
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String fullTitle = 'Nation on the Brink #7';
int postNumber = "5967685";
String image = 1708299857340754.png;
String date = '04/02/24(Tue)00:05:34';
String comment = 'The Nation of Ferrovia has fractured with the death of king Harold with three successor states and a bandit kingdom now fighting over the nation's future. King Elric, the king's brother backed by the landed nobility of the country, wages war in hopes of holding up the monarchy and by connection with the landed gentry. As he styles himself now Lord protector Baric attempts to halt the Monarchists and reformists from harming the status quo with the backing of the army his force is small but well trained and armed. The last of the main contenders is Queen Meredith the sole child of King Harold and devout reformist backed by merchants democrats and communists alike she must lead this dispraite force to victory.
Past threads:https://suptg.thisisnotatru
You are Sir Edmund ”The Crow” Drayton, a recently Knighted Yeoman, the leader of the small monarchist sub faction of the reformists. In an example of extremely effective lighting warfare you've done a great deal to push to the Monarchist capital of Clark's Landing encircling the city and trapping the Pretender and his Heir inside. In an daring plan youve airdropped a significant amount of your men inside the city before assaulting and seizing the palace with your men. Through sheer skill and luck your men were able to take the pretender alive and now you must attempt to convince Prince Elric to order a general surrender or you will have to hold out against his forcers which are converging on the capture palace.
1d100 best of three please'
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String fullTitle = 'Shinobi Sidestory Quest #56';
int postNumber = "5967564";
String image = ame_opening.jpg;
String date = '04/01/24(Mon)22:33:48';
String comment = 'You are Uzumaki Shiki, and you’re in a position now that some would consider enviable, while others would avoid with their last exertions. In this room, defended from the outside with a force you’d almost call token compared to its occupants, there are three types of people – village leaders (your mother and the five Kages), their respective chosen adjutants (your sister Makoto, your friend Kōshū, the legendary Uchiha Sasuke, and three others you don’t know as well), and then, of course, you.
And right now, their gazes are all asking you the same question, just in various different ways. Many show some degree of curiosity, along with the calm pride evident in your mother’s eyes. Some, you don’t need to know the person to tell are looks of skepticism. That’s probably more common than you’ve seen, since your name is one many among the shinobi nations will doubtless know without having ever met you or worked with you.
Regardless of their nature, those gazes demand an answer from you.
“I’ve spoken with Delta-san,” you begin. “Both during our fight and since. So…”
“And what’s she given you?” Darui-san asks curtly.
“Darui-san,” Kurotsuchi-san interjects, feigning a smile. “I’d advise you against interrupting any more Uzumakis today.”
“The kid is here to answer our questions,” Darui counters gruffly. “Doesn’t matter what his name is or how fond you are of him.”
“You’ve only met Boruto-kun,” Kurotsuchi-san muses with a smirk. “Shiki-kun and Makoto-kun are… something different. Trust me on this one, they deserve your respect.”
“Naruto-kun was a sage at their age,” Darui shoots you an appraising glance. “He had the power to back up his rough attitude and lack of manners.”
“What makes you think we don’t?” you ask calmly, having discerned by Darui-san’s words what the problem is – it’s not something you’re unfamiliar with. Many older shinobi, those who were the right age to have fought in and survived the fourth war, share the opinion that today’s generation of shinobi aren’t up to the old standards.
And it’s not totally unfair. Most young shinobi today have little experience with combat, or even with life and death situations generally. Many would probably struggle to take another human life despite having the necessary skills to do so. And worst of all, something which you can agree on – there’s an overall lack of proper discipline. Even at the level of technical training and martial practice, that sort of discipline is critical. It allows even those without the gift of true talent to gain skill through perseverance and experience.
>1/2';
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String fullTitle = 'Claymore: Second Swords Quest #85';
int postNumber = "5967609";
String image = Claymore_OP_2.jpg;
String date = '04/01/24(Mon)22:59:42';
String comment = 'You are Noel Tiberius di Hazaran, warrior-queen of the realm whose name you share, and formerly a single-digit-ranked member of a nameless Organization which fielded silver-eyed monster slayers. Because of how long you’ve been… well, the way you are, you can understand completely why so many people would be scared to death at the sight of you. Those silver eyes are a marker of something not entirely human, and the golden glow they take on when you’ve caught the scent of one of the monstrous yōma is even more of a giveaway that you’re different.
Those eyes are only ever seen among your own kind, as well as among the yōma themselves.
Fear of the unnatural or unknown is only ever unreasonable in terms of degrees. Even here in your own homeland, where even the most ignorant farmboy would know that their queen-regnant bears the silver eyes of a half-blooded warrior, there are some who are not entirely trusting of you or your sisters. In some places outside the kingdom of Hazaran you’ve even faced discrimination – which may have become abuse had you not been so habitually quick to remove yourself from those communities where you experienced it. You also wouldn’t be the only warrior to have seen abuse directed at people who associated with your kind.
But that having been said… Hazaran is and always will be your home.
Marie-Noelle Lagadec is not Hazari. She’s from the other side of the world entirely, which means that she’s a very long way away from home. And she misses it. Even if she’s been told explicitly that you’re dangerous, you know that you can connect with her over that fact.
“While I was still serving the Organization,” you tell her, meaning the local arm of the same organization whose orders have brought her and so many others here, “I spent years away. Of course I missed it.”
“It’s funny,” she muses, seeming to you on the verge of tears. “I didn’t think I could miss that place. I was so desperate to leave it, and now all I want to do is go back.”
You lean forward and rest your elbows on the table between you. “That’s okay. It’s a natural feeling to have, especially given a stressful line of work – you may not be out there fighting, but that doesn’t mean you’re not under stress. In some ways it may be worse.”
“Because many people would assume non-combatants aren’t exposed to stress,” she puts words to your thoughts. “I’ve heard words to that effect.”
“I doubt you’re the only one who feels that way,” you assure her. “I know I’m repeating myself, but it’s perfectly normal.”
Marie-Noelle is quiet for a few moments, taking a few deep breaths before nodding. “Thank you for saying that.”
>I’m going to return you to the others, under guard of course. But if you want to talk again let one of the guards know.
>I want to get all your people home, and to keep my people safe in their homes. Help me accomplish that.
>Other?';
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String fullTitle = 'Solarpunk Cleanup Agent Quest #4';
int postNumber = "5967405";
String image = A Pristine Cage[sound=files.catbox.moe%2Ff5qfrp.mp3].jpg;
String date = '04/01/24(Mon)19:11:52';
String comment = 'You are L2 Trollslayer Fiona Jarnafeldt, and you do not love the city you live in.
Helsinki is too sterile. Helsinki is too clean. There's nothing natural about the white metal buildings and black glossy windows, hexagonal solar panels that make up the roads and walkways, the filtered air. When the gods made the heavens and earth, this is not what they had in mind. The artificial world you came to live in was a novelty for some time, but the stuffy plastic smell is giving you headaches. Messing with your mind. You're seeing things. Other than the things you've always seen, at least.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2gY
It has been about 3 months since you have joined the Stormwatch, a legion of fighters who keep Helsinki safe by driving out the beasts and squatters occupying the stormdrains beneath the city streets. You do this seeking the elevated citizenship status that comes with doing your part, hoping to one day being permitted to hold in your arms a child of your own flesh and blood. There can only be a million souls in this city, one billion on this earth; you want one or two of them to call your own.
You and your compatriots have been on the trail of thieves who intercepted advanced tech being brought to the Stormwatch HQ, and it seems that they have been using it to develop new weapons. Level 3 Manhunter Sigrun Eugen and her student Level 2 Manhunter Saemus Fahy have been trying to find what they can; how the underdwellers are producing weapons, where they are being seen with them, and if there's any loose ends on the surface that would lead to the epicenter of squatters. But as it happens, these things take time. The underdwellers need to make a mistake to be caught. It's only a matter of time.
Recently, you have been assisting the Stormwatch Director's experimental tech program as an equipment tester. In the first field test of a new tool, the Director had you destroy one of the underdweller's main sources of food. This acid-slinging tool is now being fielded and used to dispose of the corpses of massive aberrations all across the stormdrain. Underdweller activity has to be more lively and easily seen by now, surely.
But it has been some time. Perhaps some proactive choices need to be made to get progress. Perhaps things will turn up over the course of your regular duties. Either way, this pallid modern interior of Stormwatch HQ offers you no comfort.'
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String fullTitle = 'PCQN- Romance of Trench Face- Anya Drawquest';
int postNumber = "5967085";
String image = anyaotomeop.png;
String date = '04/01/24(Mon)13:09:36';
String comment = 'On the star of Velekam, the small eye of the world god known as the continent Vinstraga, the outskirts of the capital of the Archduchy, Strosstadt in Strossvald, a young woman from nowhere tries her best to sail the sea of fates in a place most unfamiliar to her.
For a warrior woman, more at home in the commander’s seat of a panzer than any household or city street, a life away from battle is not so simple. Where power does not come from strength of body or force of arms, can she still steer destiny to her will?
She must, for a life without freedom to her is no life at all.This is a drawquest taking place in the Panzer Commander setting. You shouldn't need to know anything about it beyond how the current player character acts like and what she knows, but any questions will be answered readily, to aid in staying in character.
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String fullTitle = 'Supreme Space Monke Ruler Quest 11';
int postNumber = "5967460";
String image = Space Monke Quest11 Header.png;
String date = '04/01/24(Mon)20:48:54';
String comment = 'Your name is Hass Takar and you are the Supreme Ruler of the Hegemony.https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
During your reign, you defended the Stand from the aggressive expansion of the Consortium's business interest, and defended your people. You only took up your position in your selfishness; killing the previous Supreme Ruler in a duel, but have since learned and changed. But only now does a new reality reveal itself.
The previous victims of the Hegemony's genocidal racism, the Swall and the Vetucker aliens, have since been found again. Revived by some strange pods deep in the soils of their rightful homeworlds, you have found them once again.';
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String fullTitle = 'ASOIAF: House Duntreow Quest #2';
int postNumber = "5967803";
String image = Generic CoA for OP image.png;
String date = '04/02/24(Tue)02:27:45';
String comment = 'This quest is the story of the rise or demise of House Duntreow as seen through the eyes of two unlikely characters. Lady Gwynfryd Duntreow is the current heir to the keep of Hallowgrove and the Duntreow legacy. Before Robert’s Rebellion, she was sixth in line to her father’s seat. With enemies and rumors lurking in the shadows, the former lady-in-waiting has a long road to overcoming or harnessing burdens now placed upon her. A fateful counter with a Tyroshi sellsword has placed her on the road home. Vaaro Orlios is the second son of a merchant and former paymaster of a dying free company. The cunning and ofttimes duplicitous sellsword has sensed opportunity through the burgeoning future Lady of Hallowgrove. Time will tell if his instincts will be to the house’s benefit or downfall.
Previous threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
Character sheets: https://docs.google.com/document/d/
House history and important personages: https://docs.google.com/document/d/
Various PDFs that might be of interest: https://drive.google.com/drive/fold
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String fullTitle = 'Valen Quest 86';
int postNumber = "5967274";
String image = ValenQuest-OP.png;
String date = '04/01/24(Mon)16:25:29';
String comment = 'Pale light dawned gently in the furthest reach of the sky. Solid black blades of charred grass crunched lifelessly beneath the shoes of uniformed men and women as they worked to secure what remained of a natural disaster that perhaps only the Shrine could explain.
Shards of shattered hulling wedged into the carved furrows of Lake Resuri, but the rays of sunlight beginning to skip across the now placid lake's surface betrayed the fact that they were only a fragment of the wreckage still finding its way to shore. Where the earth was not crumbling char, evidence of having been scoured by a flame the guards had to assume were Adept related, it was upturned or flooded, and in some cases, both.
"I don't even know where to begin looking for what caused this." A guard scowled, "This stuff isn't normally our purview is it? Seems like Shrine business."
"They're saying they won't be getting involved with it." Another groused, running her hand back through her hair as she looked out across the ruin with a heavy heart. "Usually they're the ones telling us to fuck off, but now when we actually want them to step in they're refusing to budge."
"At least there don't... Appear to be any casualties. Small miracle, that."
"No casualties on shore, anyway." The woman corrected darkly, "No telling if they just got washed out. Or buried."
"Really wish you hadn't said that." The first guard sighed, raising his foot uncomfortably from the upchurned mud. His peer's laughter was cut-short when a sudden shout from one of the other guards made the morbid joke into a prophecy. "Wisp preserve, there really was one buried!"
"Should've kept my damn mouth shut..." The woman grumbled as the two of them jogged to the source of the commotion. An arm had been found sticking out of the ground. At a glance, despite being caked in mud, it seemed feminine. There was already an effort rallying to begin digging the rest of the body out when... The supposed corpse's digits twitched.
It flailed awkwardly for a moment, sinking back into the earth as if embarrassed it had been spotted at all, before grasping a handful of the moistened earth and clenching. A second arm erupted from the earth, sending the surrounding guards back a step before the owner of the limbs finally burst free of her earthen tomb and gasped for air.';
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String fullTitle = 'Naruto Quest: Feeling Blue #4';
int postNumber = "5966789";
String image = Feeling Blue Title Card.png;
String date = '04/01/24(Mon)04:20:29';
String comment = 'Welcome to the fourth installment of Naruto Quest: Feeling Blue #4!
For my returning players, thank you for your continued support. You're the lifeblood of these threads, and I appreciate that you give me your time.
For any new players, I highly recommend that you read the archives here: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
Note that the first thing I do is archive the thread the second I create it, so realize you may catch up a little sooner than you think! However, for any of you who are impatient and want to join the action immediately, here’s an extremely quick and dirty recap of what’s happening at this exact moment:
>You are Otomo Mizutani, ninja of the village hidden in the leaves.
>Your squad consists of yourself, Masami Igarashi, Naoki Fuma, and your team leader, Hotaru Nakagawa.
>You are currently on a mission to escort a trading caravan into and out of bandit territory, the territory of an anti-ninja separatist group that calls themselves The Lords of Fire.
>Your real purpose is to cripple the bandit group, which may be harder than you think because you have extremely strong suspicions that they’re being propped up by four of the Daimyo’s disgraced former bodyguards.
>You just left a temple wherein you met the deceased spirit of a priest named Hiraku Hyuga, who insisted that you purify your soul of an old wound that might one day be your doom.
>For your own personal reasons and because you didn’t fully trust him or the purification ritual, you’ve decided not to listen to his advice.
>Hopefully that turns out to be a wise decision, but like so many other things in life, only time would tell.
>You will soon travel away from the temple and towards the end destination of this escort trip.
>You are currently safe and can relax, but every day that passes from here on out will increase the danger to yourself and charges.
>For a brief while, you take a moment to relax.
>Good luck.
>It’s April Fools’ Day so I’m going to waste a little of our time on some foolishness before we truly get started properly. Turn your brain off and enjoy the ride for a short moment.
>Like life, it won’t last terribly long.'
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String fullTitle = 'amulet quest';
int postNumber = "5966131";
String image = TITLE-ROGUE.png;
String date = '03/31/24(Sun)16:38:56';
String comment = 'In @ world filled with dangers an explorer sets out with oneshot to delve within an even more perilous dungeon, this character. What was their identity like?';
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String fullTitle = 'The 2nd Primarch Quest 34';
int postNumber = "5965303";
String image = 2nd Primarch 1.jpg;
String date = '03/30/24(Sat)19:27:34';
String comment = 'Previous Threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
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You are Lieren of Nothing, a man of many aspects and roles. Farmer, hunter, architect, rebel, general, scholar. philosopher, student, teacher, enemy of the wicked, Primarch and son of the Emperor of mankind and soon you shall also be groom and husband. Having arranged for your known kinsmen, brothers lost and father distant, to converge for a time upon Shangrala as guests for that most joyous of days, you greeted and welcomed Magnus and Perturabo most gregariously and grandly, with ceremony and pomp reserved for great men such as them. Presently, Perturabo is giving his unabridged and honest criticism to those amongst your ministry of developments engineering and architectural corps and branches, which translates into a scathing judement of their capabilities that might drive lesser willed men to suicide. And Magnus is meditating near by, while he along with Amon, his friend and once mentor, and Wenyan, your adoptive father, watch Perturabo's adoptive sister, the bright Calliphone.
Reaching out to your red hided brother, you do not even need to brush his mind to sense the turmoil it is rife with. He had bitten into the mere mention of "angels" and has been pondering how to approach you or Farmin to here the truth of the matter, as the last time you and he encounter Warp entities together, a life or death struggle began, your fiercest battle and closest brush with death. One that taught him of the dangers the denizens of the great sea can represent. But, while he all but knows the truth of the discordant powers ever plotting the downfall of man kind, he was not trusted with keeping the secret that weighs heavily upon your mind. And you would not so easily break the oath of secrecy you made, even if at times necessity has forced you to straddle the line of doing so. Until your father has given his word, you will not betray his trust, even if you are certain Magnus would be as stalwart an enemy against the dark powers as you or Elazar has proven to be.
'The matter that troubles you, of the reference to the slaying of a being dubbed an angel by misguided and twisted minded psykers during my introduction of the valiant pilots of the steel giants, is one we shall discuss when we are able to hold a truly private conversation with our sire' you wind whisper into his mental ear as you watch Perturabo point out fault after folly after miss measurement by the merest of estimation 'For it is a matter that concerns him as well, the fall of the Shuni Caliphate is something you and Him should be aware of. As well as the ruination that was wrought upon it by itself in its final death throws, but, I cannot say more, for my tongue is bound by promises made'
cont'
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String fullTitle = 'Gondola Quest #1';
int postNumber = "5965000";
String image = Gondola_Quest_1.png;
String date = '03/30/24(Sat)14:35:31';
String comment = 'You are Gondola. You walk around. Where do you go?
>Ocean
>Forest
>Mountain';
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String fullTitle = 'I Befriended a Child Assassin';
int postNumber = "5964817";
String image = 9f14eaf734b8175095ef2df4e34737b1.jpg;
String date = '03/30/24(Sat)10:33:16';
String comment = 'A few years back, the evil government of a distant nation embarked on a secret project: to mold young girls into heartless killers, void of emotion and remorse.
However, these girls, honed into lethal assassins, defied their grim purpose.
Rather than serving their cruel masters, they turned their guns against them, breaking free from their chains.
Yet, freedom bore its own curse.
Haunted by their past and alienated from the ordinary world, many found solace in the shadows, embracing the dark craft they were forced into as contract killers, as killing was the only thing they knew.
Among these tormented souls, you forge an unlikely friendship with one such girl.
>Who are you?
>A young medical student, you found yourself patching her up after a hit went awry, a secret that binds you both.
>A drug dealer, you are the dealer whose drugs keep her alive.
>A crime boss, you've brought her under your wing for missions only she has the cold precision to execute.
>A hard-boiled middle-aged detective, you see in her the daughter you once lost, stirring a protective instinct you thought was buried.
>A normal teenage boy, your ordinary teenage life took an extraordinary turn when a chance encounter in the park introduced you to a girl with a past as mysterious as her gaze.
>A tech-savvy high school dropout, you become her eyes in the digital world, helping her navigate threats unseen.
>A journalist on the trail of her story, only to find yourself entangled in a web of conspiracy that puts both of you in danger.
>Write in';
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String fullTitle = 'Standard Fantasy Nation Builder';
int postNumber = "5964714";
String image = 1552144820594.jpg;
String date = '03/30/24(Sat)06:54:16';
String comment = 'Not a single builder going? Let's fix that!
Welcome to Standard Fantasy Nation Builder. First, start with providing description of your future nation.
Fill this in:
>Name:
>Leader's name:
>Race(s):
>Color(for if/when I get a map):
>General location:(mountains, jungle, plains, ocean, lake, etc. More detailed the better I can make a map..maybe)
>Fluff about nation:
>Fluff about leader:
>General magic practises or other speciality (for a magic-related bonus, can be replaced with tech or situational bonus, too, so it doesn't have to be magic, but make it ONE)
Don't fill this in:
>Population: 10000
>Military:
>Power level: 1
>Tech Level: 1
>Bonus:
Keep it short, but more than just a single sentence. I won't read your novel, but I would still like to get some info on your nation.
I'll look through them and provide bonuses (and penalties) based on the description.
Rules:
https://pastebin.com/CLx5enYp
FAQ:
https://pastebin.com/3gmf1UHL
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Not mine idea, stolen from good old times when we had builders still going. It's Easter, I've got loads of spare time and kind of bored.
Actual map will be provided once the game starts for real. I will probably set-up mibbit. Rules will likely to be changed as we play, since I've got only a partial recollection how this specific set worked. I already know I want to handle military differently and that I post in different hours than the original QM.
Either way - have fun and remember this is for kitchen sink setting, so don't take it too serious or pigeon-hole yourself into some muh realism faggotry.
And if you are completely new to what builders are, then the source from which I've taken this one:
>>3331678
>>3337052
>>3366973
>>3391706
>>3422638';
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String fullTitle = 'Saiyan Conqueror Quest 215';
int postNumber = "5964863";
String image = Start_1.jpg;
String date = '03/30/24(Sat)11:53:24';
String comment = 'With the Supreme Kai of Time Chronoa dethroned, the Demon God Dumplin beaten, and Karn's whole family now able to live in his timeline, things have been looking up for the Saiyan General. But all good things can't last forever. And when conflicts arise between deities, mortals are inevitably caught in the crossfire. Does Karn, the Berserker God possess the strength to protect his family, people, world and reality from their fickle nature? Or are the beings above mortal ken also beyond mortal reproach? This outcome may be up to you.
You the players control Karn, wielder of the mighty Berserker Soul. Granting him the power to fight against gods and other divine beings, to resist their influence and strengths. From his lowly beginnings as a Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733, only a few years into his time as a member of the PTO, he has now become the strongest Saiyan of his time. With the power of the Berserker God, combined with That Which Should Not Be and having devoured a soul born of the Abyss itself, his strength is now unlike anything before seen in his reality. But will this newfound strength be enough to overcome the threats headed his way? Only time will tell, your choices can spell the difference between success and failure.
Character sheets and other info:
https://controlc.com/46ec566d
https://pastebin.com/u/GrandDragonQ
Archive:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.c
Help fund quest art commissions and get exclusive side stories as well as artwork here: https://www.patreon.com/GrandDragon
Quest rules are as follows(unless otherwise noted):
>30 minute vote times
>Pick ONLY ONE option when voting
>Dice rolls are all best of first three correctly-rolled dice
>One dice roll per person per post unless three players have not yet rolled, and ten minutes has passed since your previous roll
>Crits are 100 on a d100(a 99 or paired rolls may net you an extra bonus)
>Crit fails are a 1/100 with no passing rolls, or if two 1s are rolled regardless of the third
>Write-ins are both allowed and encouraged, but OOC options will be ignored
>If your goal is simply to troll, at least put in enough effort to make it funny
>Have fun
SCQ will usually start on Saturdays at noon Eastern Standard Time, and run throughout the weekend. Also, for updates or schedule changes you can find me on twitter @GrandDragonQM, which I keep as up to date with any scheduling changes as soon as possible.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8EA
THE FICKLE GODS'
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String fullTitle = 'Magic Moon Return Quest';
int postNumber = "5966156";
String image = magicmoon.png;
String date = '03/31/24(Sun)16:57:57';
String comment = 'Magic Moon Return Quest
The magic moon returned to the world after a thousand years absence and magic is being rediscovered! You're a young and talented magician traveling the land seeking to improve your magic!';
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String fullTitle = 'AtlA: Azula grows a conscience';
int postNumber = "5964341";
String image = Azula.jpg;
String date = '03/29/24(Fri)20:29:53';
String comment = 'The truth is you should be the next Fire Lord.
You are stronger, smarter, more cunning. Uncle Iroh is a coward, Zuzu is weak. And father? He was great, of course he was, but he is lost in his own delusion, too haughty, too proud. You could be more pragmatic, understand how a Fire Lord’s tools can remain useful. Father banished Zuko, you would’ve simply shamed him, then you’d have kept Iroh as well. Iroh was not the Dragon of the West for nothing. Simply removing Zuko’s right to inherit would’ve been enough.
You clench your fist, of course, father would never trust a woman with his birthright. You were always better, you learned first and learned faster, you did everything you could to please him, but it wasn’t enough. You never dared mention it to his face.
“Lady Azula.” A voice says from outside the palanquin. “We have arrived.”
“Good, this journey was getting tiresome.”
You step out and your servants bow. You take the first steps on the palace’s front stairs.
The Fire Lord’s room is blazing hot, as it always is, yet this waiting your father put you through before he turns around and speaks feels cold, as cold as the bloody ice sheets of the water tribes.
“Azula.” He says, not turning to face you. “Dire news have come to my ears. A great surge of power was spotted by a passing ship in the northern arctic seas. I believe this can only mean one thing: The Avatar has returned..”
“The Avatar?” You utter in surprise. A thing of the history books, a person that can master all four elements and brings balance to the world. “The Avatar hasn’t been seen in a hundred years..”
“And yet, no other living being could exude this amount of power .” He continues. “He is roaming the northern ice sheets, likely sheltered by the Northern Water Tribe.”
“Let me lead an expedition there.” You reply. “I’ll finish off the Avatar.” Perhaps Mai and Ty Lee could be of use here, along with a few dozen mooks to clean up whatever waterbenders were hiding this old relic.
“Prince Zuko is on his way already.”
“Prince Zuko?!” Your tone almost shows the anger boiling inside you. “He’s an exile, banished! You can’t trust him to do anything right. Please, father…”
“Silence.” The flames around your father roar, you feel their heat creep close to your face, close to your left eye. “You think I do not have a plan? That I brought you here to hear your counsel?!”
You put your hands to the floor and bow your head. “No, father.” You bite your lower lip. “I would never.”
“You will go with your brother, Azula, and you will make sure he kills the Avatar.” He says.
You bite harder and taste your own blood. “He must be the one to kill the Avatar?”
“Of course.” Father replies. “Though he has failed the Fire Nation once, he would regain his honor by killing the Avatar and assume his position as my heir once more.”
Then he would no longer have to hear the whispers of the generals that say his line ends with him.
Even though you are there, you have always been there.';
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String fullTitle = 'Olympus Incarnation Quest #4';
int postNumber = "5964183";
String image = OIQ_4.png;
String date = '03/29/24(Fri)17:39:12';
String comment = 'Relevant Links:
>Past Threads
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
>Rentry masterlink, includes character sheets, shop information, inventory, and general information
https://rentry.org/olympus-quest-li
>Popularity Contest Round 2
https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1k-
A couple months ago, the world changed forever.
Individuals worldwide began manifesting the qualities of various figures- gods, spirits, heroes, beasts, and monsters- from Greek mythos. The system that caused and continues to facilitate this phenomenon is shrouded in mystery, both in how it functions and why it began its activities when it did.
The protagonist of this tale is the incarnation of Atë, a minor goddess in the grand scheme of Greek mythology, who causes and presides over folly and ruin. She, formerly a miserable but ultimately normal office worker, has since accepted her role as the embodiment of her <Myth>. She, along with her partner in crime, the incarnation of Pheme, titan of rumors and gossip, have been working to expand their influence and stack the deck in their favor against not only mortals, but also rival incarnations. In her own eyes, she is no longer human. Her ultimate goal- the elimination of all rival incarnations and, eventually, complete and total world domination.
After traveling to Austria to hunt down a member of your pantheon who threw her lot in with the government, you discovered a conspiracy that, if revealed and believed, would shake societies across the world to their core- almost every nation is secretly being puppeteered by a small handful of powerful incarnations competing against each other for world domination. You decided to throw your lot in with the mysterious Commander, the incarnation of Kronos and absolute ruler of about half of Europe.
After spending hours negotiating a sufficient agreement, the two of you signed a system-enforced treaty of cooperation. Your first assignment is to hunt down the mysterious Isa, devoted muslim and leader of most of the Arab world.'
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String fullTitle = 'The Redemption of Lokir';
int postNumber = "5964804";
String image = lokir.jpg;
String date = '03/30/24(Sat)10:00:56';
String comment = 'The Divines are fickle. One minute you were racing toward the border into Hammerfell on a stolen horse, with glimmering hopes of a new life. You were going to turn things around. No more gambling. No more thieving. You were going to become a respectable Nord. Instead, you find yourself clapped in irons, not for the horse you stole, nor for the debts you've left unpaid, but for a rebellion you were never a part of.
Ulfric Stormcloak, THE Ulfric Stormcloak, leader of that same damned rebellion, just told you to take heart and have courage, but at sight of the executioner's massive ax, your nerve fails you. You make a run for it, somehow managing to pull away from the guard attending you.
The captain does not bother sending someone on a chase. He gestures to another guard wielding a bow to fire. You were going to be executed anyway, it makes no difference if it's by ax or arrow.
You make it as far as the eastern gate when pain explodes from your right shoulder. The guard, having missed your heart, clicks his tongue, and lines up for another shot.
But he never gets the chance to loose it because just then something completely impossible happens. A dragon, an actual, flying, fire-breathing dragon, appears overhead and begins burning Helgen to the ground.
You don't stick around to witness the carnage, you hightail it as fast as your legs (and your wound) will allow. Through the eastern road, south until you come to a fork and the sound of the fighting and the burning and the screaming begins to fade.
>Keep running, you need to make tracks before more Imperials show up
>Look around for a place to hide until the hubbub dies down
>Tend to your wound before it worsens further
>Write-in';
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String fullTitle = 'Mippi Glittershine's Final Hours';
int postNumber = "5963640";
String image = TheLast.jpg;
String date = '03/29/24(Fri)02:26:24';
String comment = 'You sit across from the girl in front of you. This place is, frankly, nasty. It’s literally an underground cavern. There’s a shit hole in the far left, a worn sleeping bag to the right. Scattered amongst the dirt ground are pictures. Sooo many pictures. Many of her with some friends, other by herself, sporting a megawatt smile.
All of them in clearly happier times. The blonde young adult sitting across from you doesn’t seem very happy right now.
She’s shaking. Lightly, but she is. Her blonde hair was clearly more vibrant before all…this. Now it’s fading and you swear there’s a couple grey hairs in there. Her once clearly flashy and bright dress is faded, torn, ripped to the knees for better mobility and hasn’t been washed in who knows how long. The girl isn’t even drinking age yet and she looks four times that.
Then again, being on the run from two planets’ worth of hate will do that to you. She takes the recorder you offered in a shaking hand, swallows. Begins to speak.
“M-My name is Mippi Glittershine. Princess of- formerly of the-the great Glittershine Royal House. This is my last will and testament, a-as well as my…my confession. B-because I’m about to die here. Underground. Alone.” She glances at you, but you give no impression one way or another. Frowning in sorrow, she continues speaking. “My kingdom…is in ruins. My-my people are calling for my blood. I guess not mine anymore, but-” she shakes her head, tries to continue. “I- they’re alongside the outsiders that- that I brought in. That I wanted to share this wondrous land of Faenalia with. Even my oldest friend turned against me. She…left three days ago. Saying that she couldn’t help me anymore, not when I…” she pauses, clearly remembering something painful. You don’t blame her. It’s that same friend that’s how you even found her at all.
She takes a deep breath, before squeaking out the rest.
“I’m not a bad person! I…I just…I made a mistake.” Tears. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t mean to do any of this! I just wanted to try to make up for-”
“Mippi.” You speak once. She understands, and refocuses.
“R-right. I…everyone wanted t-to know how this happened. I…I guess I should say why. Why and how I…” She squeezes her eyes closed, doesn’t want to admit it. You know she did it. She knows she did it.
Eventually, she comes clean.
“I caused the Manaburn. Why I destroyed the Magical Realm. Why…” she sighs, and you see a part of her die right then and there. “...why so many are dead because of me.”';
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String fullTitle = 'Mad God: The Irish desert';
int postNumber = "5964194";
String image = 20230817_190659~2(1).jpg;
String date = '03/29/24(Fri)17:50:33';
String comment = 'Surreal horror Quest
God has gone mad!
Over estimating his own longevity he kept putting off the well-earned day of judgement, and for so long it was postponed that he outlived his divine capacity; decrepit, drunk, tired and loveless, God at last succumbed to dementia.
And without sense the world was ruled: Babel came back from the grave with a new tower, and he build it in the middle of the first Irish city he found, and seeing the fresh weather of the island, the desert of Mohave went independent and settled home in the new metropolis. The lunacies of God brought an erratic chaos to everything, and yet the transition of reality was so smooth that no one seemed to notice. Humans in particular didn't seem to manifest suffer from the madness just yet, it seems they forgot long ago what was God like.
You are a person living in the Irish desert of Mohave, the red metropolis. Perhaps you were slightly less imbecile, or perhaps God forgot how to be senile when reviewing your file, for one reason or another you are aware that reality has shifted, its just you cant recall how.You remember the tower of babel, God raping Gabriel, you recall everything, and yet know reality changed. No one seems to notice that things go from bad to worse, no one seems to care the world has gone mad. Being the only sane one, you become the interest of a lonely and drunken God, wanting someone to see him.
Rules:
In this quest you will have to survive to the lunacies of the mad God in a city surrounded by desert. Some things may want to kill you or do other nefarious acts, the city has some considerable and growing crime rates. Most dangerous things will follow the ancestral rules established by God back when he was sane (a certain biology, law's of physics, etc.)
You can perform any technically possible action, roll 1-100 for success probability.
There is no HP, numbers cant measure how raped you are; the unreliable descriptions of your current state will be your only estimate of health. Injuries behave realisticly, but nothing is certain in the city of the mad God.
Lastly, you need to make a character to play, try to not define it too well or you will go mad (!). You also need a goal or a mission, this can range from saving your loyal corgi dog Feefee, murder god, retrieve your spouse from the hands of some handsome religious man, make a fortune by taking advantage of the crazy people, go crazy and become the kind of the city jungle desert or any custom. It can be as mad as you want and can be changed at any time, however please state so when you do.
You can talk to anything, sentiment or not, no reply is guaranteed, so try to make your actions worth it
You may die. Even then, in a crazy world anything is possible, technically possible..
(you can start again when you die).
Your character:
>Name:
>Sex:
>Age:
>Physical status (senile, fat, strong, average, moribund, etc):
>Job (informal employment or hobos have more luck):
>Goal/mission:
>Attachment to humanity:';
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String fullTitle = 'DAWN OF CREATION QUEST';
int postNumber = "5963440";
String image = p1.png;
String date = '03/28/24(Thu)23:09:31';
String comment = 'It's the beginning of a new world, and you are the first being to appear. What now?';
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String fullTitle = 'Infernal Collector Quest';
int postNumber = "5964951";
String image = 1294385216250.jpg;
String date = '03/30/24(Sat)13:55:42';
String comment = '“…like any Institution, We of the Infernal Houses require a system of barter and trade among individuals. Thus, the grand economy of Hell is built upon four principal interests: Ichor, Hellfire, Darkness and Souls.
…
Are you listening, maggot? Do you yearn to be paste beneath my feet?! Go! Go out into the mortal world and fetch me some Souls!”
Thus chastised you wriggle your way out to a Great Dimensional Orrery of the Prime Spheres, queue in line with other devils, and become unceremoniously spat out into the mortal realm.
At least it’s not Hell?';
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String fullTitle = 'Civilization Quest: Spider Demon Queen Edition';
int postNumber = "5963994";
String image = 37128.png;
String date = '03/29/24(Fri)12:34:45';
String comment = 'In the vast lush forests of Kikan a giant spider demon queen has woken up! She ascended into heaven and started weaving a web of darkness concealing the world from the light of the sun. The nights are long, and the days are cold. Evil creatures get out of their lurking spaces and roam the world under this blanket of darkness. Now and then the spider demon queen itself can be seen walking around its web that spams the sky to ensnare some celestial creature that got caught in it while it tried to descend into the mortal realm to help the people.
Who are you in this crazy world?
Choose race and location.';
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String fullTitle = 'QTG: Easter Edition';
int postNumber = "5962533";
String image = QTGeaster.png;
String date = '03/28/24(Thu)00:02:59';
String comment = 'Welcome to /qtg/, a place to talk about quests.
Previous thread
>>5933504
>What is a quest?
An interactive story in which a Quest Master (QM) writes and provides the readers with options on how to proceed — similar to a choose-your-own-adventure book or an old text adventure
Questionably Useful links:
>QTG discord: https://discord.gg/6s4Xazmv
>Skirmish discord: https://discord.com/invite/DZCVvVU
>Evo Game discord: https://discord.gg/v55Xaaja
>Old pastebin containing advice for QMs:
https://pastebin.com/Z78p8gXf
Badly in need of renovation.
>Archiving guide:
Go to http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.c
Fill out the request form to archive a thread.
Threads are also automatically archived by other websites, such as archived.moe.
>Formatting guide:
Only the thread's OP can format. Note that should the OP change ID, they will lose this ability as well.
Remove the spaces between the [] brackets and the letters:
Bold: [ b ] text [ /b ]
Italics: [ i ] text [ /i ]
Red: [ red ] text [ /red ]
Blue: [ blue ] text [ /blue ]
Green: [ green] text [ /green ]
>Formatting guide for everyone:
Dice (type this in “options”): dice + [no. of dice] + [no. of sides in a dice]
Example: dice+1d100 = a 1d100 roll
Spoiler: [ spoiler ]spoiler[ /spoiler ] or by pressing alt+s in-thread
>QM question:
It's Spring Cleaning time! What are some writing/questing habits you're having trouble shaking?
>Player question:
When clicking on a new quest, what kind of things make you keep reading? What kind of things turn you away?
>General question:
Do you have any plans for spring? Any big shake ups, or business as usual?
>Lurker question:
Would a firmer board culture make your more or less likely to vote?'
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String fullTitle = 'Liar's Blade - 40K';
int postNumber = "5962859";
String image = Liars Blade.png;
String date = '03/28/24(Thu)12:36:19';
String comment = 'Warhammer 40K Quest where you play as the "The Greatest Swordsman of All Time"! Except you're not. You're a weeb and not much of a swordsman - you're cheating with your psyker powers to pull off anime bullshit sword moves you've learnt off Imperial propaganda. Unique Combat Mechanics. Claw your way up from the bottom for power, riches and fat titty bitches.
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String fullTitle = 'Kobolt Klan Adoption 18';
int postNumber = "5962747";
String image = kobolt adoption 18.png;
String date = '03/28/24(Thu)09:19:04';
String comment = 'Previous Thread:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
============================
Recap: You finally arrived at Paracelsus' family, after dealing with an assassin, and it turns out Paracelsus' daddy issues mixed with dragon issues is causing her to have a bit of a breakdown. You're trying to help her through it.
============================
“Paracelsus… We can’t just leave. Your father’s a brash man, clearly quite pig-headed, but he’s still your father, and you’re still his daughter. I know you didn’t see it, but seeing you like this affected him. More than even he expected, if I had to guess.”
Paracelsus hisses in response, her fingers digging into your flesh as she does so.
“Like I should care! It’s been YEARS, and all he wants to know is how I might "help the family"!? AGAIN!? Have you SEEN this thrice-damned country!? Rosaria may be owned by a megalomaniac, but this place is worse in every single way! Oileana is a cesspit and people like my father are the reason for it! This backwards MUD PIT can burn for all I care! At this point!? I’d HAPPILY be the match!”
Adding deed to word, she shoots flames out of her nose, growling as she does it. You hug her tighter.
“You don’t mean that. I know you, Sa- Paracelsus. You didn’t become a doctor on a whim.”
She remains silent… and pushes you away, out of the hug. She’s still crying, though she looks angry, first and foremost.
“And what’s your point!? That because I'm a doctor, I should give him another chance? How does that even make sense!?”
"Not him, but the country. Giving your father another chance is just for your benefit. Look at yourself... This is clearly eating at you, and I suspect it's been eating at you for a while."
You realize something there... though you hope that you are wrong.
"Is the reason you were ever so giddy about marriage because it let you focus on something else? I'm sure it did excite you, but-"
"So what if it was!? Maybe I was scared that my father hadn't changed one bit! Maybe I already knew this is what would happen, that in less than TEN MINUTES he'd be yelling at me, demanding I serve his fat wasted behind! Do you think I don't WANT to love my family!? That I don't want them to be better!? Of course not! But not like THIS! Not with this ridiculous game of cloak and dagger, the eternal sucking up to the king, sending off people like they're tools instead of people! It's... I can't tolerate this any longer! And with how strong we both are, we don't have to."
She looks around for a moment, as if trying to find something of note... There are guards, there are kobolts, and your other friends. The changeling boy is trembling, and keeping very close.
Despite all that, she just moves in close.
"Perhaps, we could take this land. For our own. Make it something better. A utopia."
Oh.
Oh god no.'
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String fullTitle = 'The King & Queen of /QST/: Nominations, Qualifications, & Preparations';
int postNumber = "5961634";
String image = kANDq.png;
String date = '03/26/24(Tue)21:44:38';
String comment = 'Welcome anons, one and all, to the long-overdue /qst/ waifu and husbando tournament(s)... or, as I'm going to call them, The KING & QUEEN OF /QST/! In this and upcoming threads, we're going to decide which character is the best boy and greatest girl in all of our weird little art commune.
>Who died and put you in charge?
Hey, someone's gotta' do it.
>What are the rules?
This is going to be run it as a round robin. It would be 2.5 months at one match-up per thread per day (though I'd probably take a day off now and then), if I run the King and Queen tourneys concurrently in two separate threads.
It will largely be a popularity contest, but each match-up will also have an 'event', and the character who can most persuasively be argued to be advantaged in that event will receive a 1d6-vote bonus, which I'll roll when I tally the votes This will add that vital spice of randomness, excitement, and interactive storytelling that makes these threads actually allowed on the board.
I'm going to take a month or so for a preliminary 'qualification and submission' thread to see which characters participate, and then to commission the initial art. My eligibility criteria would be that a character:
>1. cannot have been a contender in the previous tourneys (though the quest CAN have been; just not that specific character); these can be seen at https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
>2. must be from a quest which has either wrapped up OR has at least 3 threads and hasn't been flaked on (yet, kek)
>3. must be an original character, not from an existing multimedia property; Karn is allowed, Son Goku is not
>4. must have some art of them for the commissioned artist to reference; any art is fine, but be aware that the more detailed/accurate, the better your portrait will be (if we raise sufficient funds for portraits)
>5. maximum of one character per tourney for any given quest; you can have one Queen entered and one King entered, but not two Queens or Kings
>6. non-gendered characters can be submitted to either, but only to one or the other, not both';
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String fullTitle = 'Air Wing Commander Quest. #11';
int postNumber = "5961845";
String image = flight-jacket-history-2-feat.jpg;
String date = '03/27/24(Wed)02:37:48';
String comment = 'As the war rages on, the 14e Escadre Mixte "Liberté" in it's fight against the Prußenmark has suffered a harsh loss due to the new Koerkamp D.IV “Havik”. Not due to the numbers of pilots lost but rather due to the quality of one who was killed in action. Despite having fought since the very beginning, or perhaps because of it, their time had run out. This would be bad enough if it wasn't for their connection with another, very important ace. Lieutenant-colonel Helene Valmont has decided to visit Escadron Vert personally with a plan to visit Violet after, and so far has found the worries of one pilot in the Escadron have at least some merit.
===================================
This is a continuation of the last Air Wing Commander Quest Thread. I plan on continuing this until real life kills me literally or metaphorically, you get yourself killed, or the war ends.
Past Threads
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
Doc with squadrons, pilots, information and the like.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/
Pastebin with rules.
https://pastebin.pl/view/2ac1bf47'
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String fullTitle = 'Dungeon Quest';
int postNumber = "5964565";
String image = 360_F_421852062_oLJjfT88cczyu3u28Qy3M2V8xmO8L770.jpg;
String date = '03/30/24(Sat)00:32:12';
String comment = 'You're in a dungeon.
>Who are you?';
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String fullTitle = 'Cursed Inheritance';
int postNumber = "5964832";
String image = Screen Shot 2023-10-23 at 1.36.30 PM-min.png;
String date = '03/30/24(Sat)11:03:16';
String comment = 'A relative you've never met left you a creepy mansion in eastern europe.
Do you visit your new property?
>Yes
>No';
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String fullTitle = 'Warhammer 40k: Baneblade Commander';
int postNumber = "5961078";
String image = Baneblade 1.png;
String date = '03/26/24(Tue)03:39:41';
String comment = 'Previous thread
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
[Trait: The faithful]
[There will be special dialogue available when regarding the Cult Imperialis. Your interaction with the members of the Ecclesiarchy is more favorable.]
You are Basillica “Vasily” Hagia, the lieutenant of the Baneblade squad and a proud Vostroyan Firstborn of the 625th Armored Division, 74th Company, Squad 20, squad call sign “Flowing Don.” You and your crew arrived at Terrasque, a hive thought to be taken over by heretics and traitors of the Imperium. What you found instead were gene stealers. During the fierce battle the Order of The Argent Shroud reinforced then pushed out the ambush.
In the rubbles of the hive, you ordered your cousin-comrades to get some more supplies, be it lasgun packs, water or food. There was another issue, Flowing Don only had a dozen shells left. Seven regular shells, two smoke shells, and three custer shells. Other guardsmen began to recover any bodies or weapons, you were sitting on the rubbles inside the cathedral.
“Cousin.”
Rivale Prokofiev was the youngest member of your crew,he still had his blue eyesand with messier hair. Rivale carefully stepped over the rubbles and xenos corpses.
“What is it, Rivale?”
“We got the supplies… well as much as we could and some ration packs. Let’s go and eat.”
“Sounds good.”
The courtyard was vast, slick with oil and grimes like many hives had. Tall metal buildings intertwined one another, pipes crawled and spread out like a web. The sun barely poked through the grey smog, giving it a dim light that gave enough to see, but not enough to see far. You walk to your cousins, your crew, your brothers, sitting in a small circle.
“There you are. Come, let’s eat.”
>Eat with your brothers
>Speak with whoever is in charge of the infantry first
>Speak with the sister of the Argent Shroud, you got some words with them'
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String fullTitle = 'Alterac Resurgent Quest 28';
int postNumber = "5960681";
String image = Alterac.jpg;
String date = '03/25/24(Mon)18:01:53';
String comment = '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.
The Army of Alterac had marched into Strahnbrad Hills and claimed what is rightfully yours, the land and the oil hidden deep underneath the surface. They hadn’t faced any serious opposition, just a scattered band of bandits and brigands. Now would the work start as soon as the goblins gather themselves and the Dark Irons, deep from Blackrock Depths, would arrive with their machines and technology beyond your reach.
But not everything would be just about the oil, for you spent considerable time with your lover Jandice Barov as you were recovering from the Incident. Her three words of “I love you” echoed in your mind, for it was love you couldn’t answer to.
Yet your time in Tarren Mill would cut short. Jandice would leave and you would have to return back to Dawnholme as finally after months of waiting the Stonemason’s of Stormwind have arrived. Hundreds of them, with them mercenaries, a warlock in disguise, children and women. You would have your hands full with everything related to them.
You had hoped that you wouldn’t be swamped with work, especially with Taretha increasingly pregnant. A lot of paperwork would fall into your hands amongst other duties. But you had decided to put the work away, you wouldn’t repeat the previous mistakes and work yourself nearly to death.
You would enjoy your life, take whatever chances you have to relax and spend time with your friends. Maybe for once your life could be steady and without worries?
Welcome to Alterac Resurgent Quest!
…
Twitter: https://twitter.com/MedivhQM
/qst/ Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.c
Prince Alric Stats: https://pastebin.com/rysxdRsv
Quest Mechanisms: https://pastebin.com/CyD88qqf
Character List: https://pastebin.com/FkYd6wkJ
Side Character Stats: https://pastebin.com/aRfyksUG'
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String fullTitle = 'Hell or High Water';
int postNumber = "5960835";
String image = deluge_1x1.png;
String date = '03/25/24(Mon)21:40:12';
String comment = 'I twisted the knob of the vintage style radio receiver, scanning for channels playing anything but static. No luck. It started a few miles up the road, but now every last station was replaced with the garbled death rattle of civilization. I flicked it off and immediately regretted it. The noise let me tune out my thoughts, and now I was alone with my nerves. As I continued onward in my rental sedan, I spotted the checkpoint emerge in the distance. Several armed men dressed in tan camo stood by a hummer on the right side of the road. One of them broke from the pack and flagged me down, prompting me to bring the car to a stop in front of the motorized barrier. He walked up to the driver side and tapped on the glass. I rolled down the window and he leaned in to speak.
"Turn around and head back," he recited lazily, "All roads have been closed off. Only authorized personnel are allowed access into the New Orleans Exclusion Zone."
I tried to recall the code my contact, a reedy Haitian guy named Toussaint, gave me. After two weeks of chatting over the deep web, we finally connected at a dingy dive bar in a town just outside Baton Rouge. He informed me of every step and precaution I would have to take to get in, painting a grim picture and filling in the margins with outlandish anecdotes. When I asked how I'd get out once I got in, he simply shrugged. "Beats the fuck out of me, baz." We split ways not long after.
"No, no–wait. I'm expected," I blurted out, "I–uh, I've got a hot date with Major Houlihan."
My heart dropped to my stomach. Time seemed to stop as I swallowed down hard, but I sensed a glimmer of recognition in his eyes. They lit up, and he cracked a slight smirk.
"Uh huh," he responded, amused, "Can I see some ID first?"
I retrieved it from the glove box, my wrist brushing against the cold steel of the loaded Beretta handgun clear as day in the soldier's view. He ignored it, instead greedily snatching up the passport. Cracking it open, he whistled as he drew a stack of crisp dollar bills totaling a thousand and five hundred, making extra sure to count them twice.
"Alright, you're free to go," he said, flipping back to the front and adding playfully, "Have a nice trip..."
>Name (Write-In)';
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String fullTitle = 'Gotham City Beat Cop Quest 6';
int postNumber = "5960920";
String image = RedWispDLPortrait.png;
String date = '03/25/24(Mon)23:50:33';
String comment = 'You let your eyes linger over Caesar's defiant expression while you run what you know through your head.
Two assailants, college aged, college athletes potentially, vehicle description, and general build and descriptions. Gotham U is a big university but if they're on any sports team it would make finding them much easier. Next you take in Caesar's injuries, he's moving and speaking fine so it's unlikely he broke anything unless he's tough as nails and just isn't letting on. You remain silent thinking about what he said and in the end you have to agree with him. Visiting anything in the city would be a risk that's too big to take.
"Maybe we can't take you to a hospital in the city, but I can still take you to an out of city one."
"What?"
"Get your stuff, I'll take you myself, it's my day off anyways."
"DL, I don't think that's really needed man. I'm fine."
"Those rings of light you see are called 'Halos' and it could mean you have some sort of injury in your head. It needs to get checked out and I'm not gonna take no for an answer."
Caesar stares at you for a few moments, his face a mix of emotion.
"Why?" He asks after grasping at words for a few moments.
"Because you could be hurt, a blow to the head could-"
"No." He cuts you off. "Why do you care so fucking much man? You talk me down in that parking lot, you help get my mom out of that jam with Anarky, and now you wanna take me to a doctor on your day off? You came to check on us off the clock? What do you want from us?"
"I'm sorry?"
"Nobody works for free, DL. There's a catch, something."
"Caesar, where is this coming from?" You ask him, getting up from your chair to move closer, the resulting squeak against the floor makes him jump in his seat, almost imperceptibly, and it all clicks. He's afraid. He put on a brave face but when it comes down to it he's still a kid, a kid who suffered a violent assault, and just got told it could have seriously damaged him internally. Growing up in Gotham makes you tough but it makes you cold right along with it.
"You already talked me into snitching on some dudes, are you working me? Trying to make me into a CI or some shit? Cause I appreciate what you've done DL, but I ain't the GCPD's boy."
You look at Caesar and feel a wave of sadness wash over you, not from the shivers, from the depths of your own stomach. This is the type of child the city raises when left alone.
>"I got into this work to help people. That doesn't stop when I'm off the clock, there are plenty of others in the Department who feel the same way."
>"I'm not asking for anything other than for you to trust me, you don't have to trust the GCPD or even like cops. Just let me help where I can."
>"I'm not asking you to do anything for the GCPD, your problem with those two guys is going to be handled personally, not on GCPD time."
>"If it wasn't for the police your mom would still be and Anarky mule. Get over yourself, we don't want anything from you."
>Write-In';
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String fullTitle = 'High Noon: The Train (Chapter One)';
int postNumber = "5960229";
String image = clay bunyin mourning his horse.png;
String date = '03/25/24(Mon)01:29:38';
String comment = 'Under the relentless midday sun, Clay and Aiyana watched as their horse, an unwavering companion across the barren stretches of High Noon, collapse in a cloud of dust. Its sides heaved in a few short, shallow breaths before stillness took it, leaving them with heavy hearts and the silence of the endless desert. They'd pushed too hard, and now, stranded on the outskirts of Eldritch Hollow, they felt the weight of their choices. With their last coins, they purchased tickets for the only train out, a promise of escape from the looping despair of the hollow.
Eldritch Hollow was an unsettling quiet, buildings standing like tombstones marking the death of a once vibrant town. Time here was a twisted loop, with moments repeating and stretching, defying any sense of natural order. The train station, barely more than a shack with a flickering lantern, was their beacon of hope. The clerk, his face a map of unspoken stories, handed them their passage out without a glance, trapped in his own unending cycle.
Once aboard the creaking train, they settled into their seats, the worn fabric telling tales of countless others seeking escape. As the train prepared to depart, the eerie stillness of the town seemed to press against the windows, a final reminder of the loops they were leaving behind.
Options:
1. As the train starts, scout the carriage for any useful items or allies.
2. Start a conversation with another passenger, seeking stories or warnings of what lies ahead.
3. Look out the window, keeping an eye on Eldritch Hollow as it fades into the distance, for any signs of the unnatural.
4. Prepare their gear and weapons, expecting trouble on the journey ahead.';
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String fullTitle = 'Forgotten Realms Adventures Vol. XVII';
int postNumber = "5959038";
String image = forgotten realms adventures.png;
String date = '03/23/24(Sat)20:43:18';
String comment = 'The year is 1374 DR. Sixteen years have passed since the Time of Troubles, when the gods were made humble, and forced to wander the Realms as mortals. With the ascension of the mad god Cyric, Prince of Lies, and the recent return of the tyrant god Bane, Lord of Darkness, the future of Faerûn seems increasingly uncertain. It falls to bold individuals who possess an abundance of cunning, might, and determination to shape the future... should they be up to the challenge.
Affixing your weapons to your person, you leave the Hall of the Elders behind, ready for your journey to the Silverwood. There, you intend on informing the Eilistraeans of your most recent triumph and, gods willing, the eventual council vote that will allow them entry into Everlund. That you have gone to such great lengths on the behalf of your people truly astounds you. It is abnormal, or mayhaps even unnatural, for Ilythiiri to help one another for the sake of it.
Does this make you a deviant?
Burying these intrusive thoughts, you commence your journey. A round trip from Everlund to the Silverwood would take a tenday or less, provided you travel at a constant pace. Just as you face the road which leads to the city's southern gate, you recognize that the hexagonal All-Faiths Hall is but a minute away from your current location. True, you've no immediate business with the surfacer gods or their followers, although this does not preclude you from entering regardless.
What will you do?
>The sooner I commence my journey, the better.
>A detour to visit the All-Faiths Hall could not hurt.';
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String fullTitle = 'Simple Country Quest (Oneshot)';
int postNumber = "5959228";
String image = plank.png;
String date = '03/23/24(Sat)22:44:58';
String comment = 'Alright, You know how this is gonna work
Pick a spot, then a color, and if you feel fancy a race and history.
Updates will be atleast twice per day
also remind me of things, I forget often.
and if you make a long post, throw in a tldr for me so i can update the map correctly';
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String fullTitle = 'Halo: Wolfpack (thread 18)';
int postNumber = "5958948";
String image = halo space battle (1).png;
String date = '03/23/24(Sat)18:10:31';
String comment = 'https://twitter.com/ThunderheadQM
Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.c
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Your prize hangs in the void.
A massive, three kilometer long vessel. It’s bulbous, manta-ray like hull sitting silent and practically inert. Its weapons batteries are silent and its engines sit idle. If it wasn’t, then it would have been contemptuously easy for the vessel to turn your ship into a burning hulk in only a few minutes. And on your own, there wouldn't have been much you could have done to fight back. It’s massive, alien form a harbinger of doom, a fact reinforced by a rap sheet of burned worlds.
It is a covenant CCS class battlecruiser.
A part of you feels privileged already. Very few humans come this close to one of the covenant’s mainline warships, and live to tell the tale. Of course, a lot of that is simply down to the fact that the ship’s own computers had been turned against the crew. The first they’d known of that fact, had been when the air itself had been rendered poisonous, killing anyone that wasn’t wearing a personal air system. Which coincidentally meant that the command cadre had been wiped out, while only the lowest ranking members of the crew had been left alive.
The remaining members of the crew would need to be wiped out. Every room, on every deck, of every section of the 3 kilometer long ship. And already, the various other commanders and marine officers were debating the topic. How many men would be needed? How would they be deployed? And how would you command the ship once it’d been cleared? Those questions and more were being bounced around between various groups in your flotilla. But for now, you are content with simply admiring your recent handy work.
You are commander Norman Wells, and surprisingly enough, this isn’t the first time you’ve stolen something from the split lips.
>Catch up on the commander's conversation. What are your fellow officers concerned about?
>Listen in on the marine briefing. How are they planning on taking the ship?
>Ask your AI about the situation aboard the cruiser. After all, she’s the one with a strangle-hold on their computer systems.
>Other (write in)'
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String fullTitle = 'Predator of the Dead';
int postNumber = "5960378";
String image = 09e2cd94efdd360a880378a4a081069a.jpg;
String date = '03/25/24(Mon)08:58:48';
String comment = 'You found yourself in a desolate environment after death. There didn't seem to be much novelty, contrary to what you had expected prior to your demise, save for a few flying creatures that appeared reptilian and a distant view of a strange grey structure. You decided to journey to the faraway greyness. It disappointed you that you still suffered from exhaustion after running. Fortunately, it seemed thirst and hunger are not present in this world.
You reached the mountainous structure after a long time. Along your journey you met other individuals who must have died recently as well, but their voices were inaudible to you just as they couldn't hear you. This oddity kept interactions minimal. Many of them were old and lagging behind, while your smaller group of seventeen energetic and short lived individuals had already started looking for an entrance. Then, in a surreal manner the sky wobbled violently, and there appeared among the clouds a serpentine terror.
A man near you immediately began running to the other side of the structure, instinctively followed by the rest. There was no hope for the old. The monster descended rapidly with a darkening of sky spreading out from it. As its smaller tentacles slapped the ground and bounced up, you witnessed a second sort of death. Crushed bloody bodies stuck to it like mosquitoes. Then its pores widened, and sucked everything inside.
Your group finally found an entrance. Pushing open its glasslike doors, you rushed inside. A person fell to the floor and began praying, now fully audible to you. The creature's arrival somehow made speech possible again, allowing you to finally plan as a group and cooperate.
>Stay with the group
>Explore the structure alone, possibly find things of value to gain authority over others and prioritize your survival
>Believing the monster to be God's punishment for your sins on Earth, go back outside. Tell everyone that by hiding here they are refusing to admit their sins, and harsher punishments will come';
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String fullTitle = 'Westeros: Interregnum 2.5';
int postNumber = "5959556";
String image = Westeros_divided.png;
String date = '03/24/24(Sun)07:16:54';
String comment = 'It is the year 404 AC and Westeros lies a broken land, ravaged by war, sickness and ambition for the
vacant Iron throne, from the ancient Wall in the north to the evergreen Rhoynar of Dorne, all lay claim to the Iron throne or those older kingships of the age of Kings. It is a time of chaos as the continent faces an
uncertain future as the only authority recognised by all is the sword, in such times a man can be anything he wishes, lowborn or high, rich and poor, he is only limited by the ebb and flow of fate and the reach and grasp of his ambitions.
But he makes what he does of it and only the gods know where he ends....
—----------------------------------
Twitter:TBA When I get to it
Our Hero deeds & companions: https://pastebin.com/DxjYPx9X
Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
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String fullTitle = 'Wallet Quest #1';
int postNumber = "5958351";
String image = stall,-external-Source-Oishinbo-(1988).png;
String date = '03/23/24(Sat)00:38:59';
String comment = 'Life is the accumulation of memories, stacked together haphazardly in the mind. Memories shuffled around and stuck together and altered and replaced, all moving in a chaotic whirlwind of patterns which are impossible for the person responsible to understand. And in the back, unused but not necessarily unneeded, are those memories which are scarcely ever recalled, kept only because of a bad case of hoarding. Just in case. 19 years ago, when you hid away your All-Campus Joint Struggle Committee hat and focused on studying, the aches in your body forcing you to remember the beating by the riot police that had made you finally give up. 14 years ago, when you silently sorted documents by yourself for weeks, going through your entire office's archive. 8 years ago, when you walked out of your last marriage meeting grinning as a plate flew past your head and smashed against the wall. And 5 years ago, on a cold winter night, when you were eating at an oden stall...
You were already eating when she came by. A young woman in black. The two of you sat next to each other for at least an hour drinking in near complete silence, occasionally asking the owner of the stall for more alcohol but never doing so much as acknowledging the other's presence. Despite that, you appreciated having someone else there - it made the dead of night a bit less lonely. She left before you did and you threw only a glance at her disappearing figure before you turned towards the stall's owner and asked for another cup of hot sake.
Just before you left, you threw a glance at the empty seat next to you for no particular reason. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a large wallet made of black leather lying on the ground, somewhere between a normal wallet and a purse. After some hesitation you picked it up. You should return it, you thought. It's only the proper thing to do.
Just like that memory, the wallet ended up being buried in the back of a closet for five years, bereft of any identifiers that would show an owner. It contents were only 850 yen in assorted coins; a coupon for a restaurant you later learned had gone out of business several months before; a black ring on a chain which, while beautiful, was lacking completely in identifying information; and two Polaroids of an unfamiliar seaside.';
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String fullTitle = 'Space NRP #2';
int postNumber = "5958737";
String image = Far far galaxy.jpg;
String date = '03/23/24(Sat)14:05:07';
String comment = 'The year is uncertain, perhaps the 24th century, but the future seems bright. A dozen spacefaring nations, seemingly hitting their technological stride at the same time, have walked forth into the dark cosmos and found it filled with other sentient life forms, strange new materials, and perhaps even a few ancient mysteries. Within a mere five cycles nations have become galactic empires, spread across as many as five stars. Machine life probes the nature of souls, ancient enemies are pursued, horrifying fuzzy enemies are plotted against. Unlikely alliances are struck as dark machines scream into the void. Only time can tell if which of these fledgling empires rise to greater might and which will crumble only to rusting ruins.
---
This is a Science Fiction themed Nation Roleplay where players take on the role of a fledgling spacefaring nation exploring the cosmos. We’re currently full on players! Turns are once a week with updates usually arriving on Sundays. The next update is expected to be March 31. Please try to get your turn in a couple days early so I have time to write. Each turn has two actions. Some actions take multiple turns to complete, typically research or cultural. You can check up on these things, along with your resources in:
THE SHEET: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet
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String fullTitle = 'Avatar The Founding Of Republic City # 3';
int postNumber = "5958915";
String image = Quest Banner Image.jpg;
String date = '03/23/24(Sat)17:46:29';
String comment = 'After the conclusion of The battle for Yu Dao in 101 AG, Aang and Zuko instated a coalition government, where the colonies would be governed by both Fire Nation and Earth Kingdom citizens. The system first came into place in Yu Dao and the rest of the colonies adopted this soon after. People from all over the world flock to this place in hopes of setting up a brighter future for themselves, and to have a say in this era. The Year is 105 and you are being brought up in the newly formed coalition government.
You are Okoron Lee Embers , you’ve previously met and gotten antiquated with the water tribe students, sat through a lecture, and faced your first earth bender in combat on your first day at the academy. While it was a close match, you unfortunately lost and are now being taken to the nurse.
Previous Thread: https://archived.moe/qst/thread/590
Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/Dk3Cp8aX'
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String fullTitle = 'Bretwalda Quest #2';
int postNumber = "5958179";
String image = 1705696568877003.jpg;
String date = '03/22/24(Fri)19:01:23';
String comment = 'Welcome, folks to the 2nd thread of Bretwalda Quest. We follow the journey of the young warrior Elfstan, who, having slain a wolf and been proclaimed a man, sets out on a journey to swear himself to the King of East Anglia. However, his path is met with unexpected obstacles in the form of deadly warriors.
Prevailing in his first bout of combat, but not without the loss of one of his party members, Elfstan journeys to a nearby Abbey seeking answers. There, he finds himself embroiled in a power struggle between the great men of East Anglia and must escort the niece of the Abbess (a secret princess) to the capital, Dunwic.
Having experienced a small crisis of self-reflection, a heartfelt talk with his father leaves Elfstan tired and in need of rest. This is where we pick up the story
Character Sheet/Rules
https://pastebin.com/77X8sHFY
Previous Thread
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
Man getting this thread up has been a task. It would have been posted much earlier my internet is wacky and 4chan would not let me post. To those returning thanks for coming back, to those new, thanks for stopping by.'
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String fullTitle = 'MYSTIC DETECTIVE STORY - Episode #01';
int postNumber = "5958234";
String image = IMG_7428.jpg;
String date = '03/22/24(Fri)21:05:24';
String comment = 'MYSTIC DETECTIVE STORY
Genre(s): Mystery/Supernatural
FCC Rating: [TV-MA(LV)]
Reina Tamura, a troubled Japanese college dropout living at a Shinto shrine run by her grandmother, once considered herself an empty person. Now she finds her mind swimming with impulses calling themselves “Kami.” Alongside aspiring detective Mayumi Ishbel, Reina begins a path of study and solution of the surreal and mystical. But is she truly strong enough to withstand the forces manifesting within Tokyo, or herself…?
Episode #01 - “Reina Tamura and The Blade of Izanagi”
Episode Description: Following a strange dream, Reina Tamura begins to hear her thoughts speak as if separate from her, as she is called upon to perform a cleansing rite for an apartment that has recently suffered a suicide…';
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String fullTitle = '40k Minor Xenos Quest: Under Hunter Tribes 2';
int postNumber = "5958470";
String image = Players.jpg;
String date = '03/23/24(Sat)05:43:32';
String comment = 'Welcome into the stone-ice age of a far away unnamed star. After evolving in The Crack, the species known as Under Hunter reached Sapience and organized in tribes.
7 remains :
The fire-mastering Blanks of GrassGreen
The Assassin-tamers of Holey Moley Ghostclaw
The StrongHunters feodal lords of BurningGrass
The Tzeench-touch blanks of Jupiter
The Merchants of BadBack
The Lunar Dahu and Stove Grove farmers of Whitemane
The elusive trapmaker and History-recorders of Cerulean
The fourth matriarch have reach the end of their life expectancy.
For those of you which held a tribe's fate in your claw...
>How should your tribe develop? (don't forget to claim a name and a trip)
Interrested in joining? No spots yet for tribe. But you can still claim a name including "Lurker" and a trip if you want to interract with the game as events.
Pastebin : https://pastebin.com/LLBm1mjj
Last thread : https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
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String fullTitle = 'A Touhou Incident Quest';
int postNumber = "5957767";
String image = Gensokyo.jpg;
String date = '03/22/24(Fri)03:51:01';
String comment = 'Gensokyo, an isolated land of Fairy Tales. It is a place where faith is still very widespread in contrast to the Outside World, creating a shelter for many beings lost or forgotten. Sealed away by the vast Hakurei Barrier, many of its Human, Yokai, Spirit, Fairy, Divine, and others are in possession of a wide array of abilities derived from concept.
In spite of the many, many chaotic events that occur within its land, an overall peaceful place. This is thanks to the Spell Card Rules that allow the many turmoils, named "Incidents", to be resolved nonlethally by its inhabitants.
In this world, you are...
>The One that will Cause the Next Incident
>The One that will Solve the Next Incident
>One trying to Prepare for the Next Incident
>One trying to Flee the Next Incident
>One trying to Prevent Your Stuff from Being Damaged during the Next Incident
>Write-In()';
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String fullTitle = 'FANTASY Dystopia Uprising - CROSSROADS';
int postNumber = "5960439";
String image = il_570xN.610958677_7glf.jpg;
String date = '03/25/24(Mon)11:15:58';
String comment = ' Select a role: Place Role and Name in 'Name' slot alongside Level (Choose a number in the 'Base Lvl' range).
Roles:
Elven Mage/or Wizard (Man) (Infinite Slots) (Base Lvl: 7-50) (No base faction affiliation)
Elven Soldier (Infinite Slots) (Base Lvl: 7-25) (Faction affiliation: Great Elven Military)
Goblin Soldier [Corrupted elf] (Infinite Slots) (Faction Affiliation: The Dark Lord's Military) (Base Lvl: 6-25)
Goblin Rogue (Infinite Slots) (No base faction affiliation) (Base Lvl: 10-15)
Demigod/Deity 1 {Name: Ithyg} (1 Slot) (Giant: Height: 6 meters) (Gender: Male/Androgynous) (Base Lvl: 600)
[[ROLE/CLASS/CHARACTER RECOMMENDATIONS ARE WELCOMED. PLEASE SHARE YOUR IDEAS IN BRACKETS.]]
{ Level simply reveals the general power. Health and Magicka is determined but not measured by Level. Numbers and extreme statistical linearity are not prioritized in this quest, creativity and fun is. Level progression is determined and expressed by QM.
The overarching plot theme is Tyranny and dark forces corrupting the land. This is governed by QM and expressed in story as being facilitated by an opposing demigod/'Dark Lord'. It's just a story progression device.
The goal is to establish and enact a plan that will topple/destroy the dark empire and its assets, including its Ruler. This can only be done through means of cooperation and The primary domain of this force is called the Blacklands. It is a militarized, tightly guarded part of the overall continent, the continent that is primarily populated by elves and other traditional fantasy creatures. The GEM (Great Elven Military) aims for this goal, however other factions can be pitched to QM and established. Ideas and recommendations are welcomed.} ';
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String fullTitle = 'Al-Kimia Story';
int postNumber = "5956926";
String image = image (1).png;
String date = '03/21/24(Thu)03:41:42';
String comment = '"The Empire of Al-Kimia-- A land once ruled by powerful cabals of alchemists. The Alchemists waged war on each other, driven by hunger for gold and power. With each passing battle, Alchemists slowly drove each other to extinction.
Now, Al-Kimia is a land of adventure, where many people hope to uncover the powerful relics of the Alchemists..."
Your name is Marron. No last name because your family isn't important enough for one. You've got two younger siblings, Aubergine and Carrot, and a loving mother and father. At age 16, you're at the age where your youthful heart is craving adventure.
There isn't much adventure to be found in the sleepy town of Carp River Seis. The town is the sixth of a series of small towns located along the Carp River. Being so close to the river, the land here is fat with nutrients indeed and almost everyone here is a farmer, except for the local carpenter and smith.
You don't have a town doctor, but one frequently travels with the merchants that arrive at every season.
One day, your father says he has something very important to talk to you about.
“Son, I know you're itching to go out in the world. Me and your mother have saved up a small sum. When the merchants arrive here in the Vermillion Season, go with them to Tarrasque. We have enough saved for the merchant caravan to take you there and about a month's worth of spending money.”
> Dad, I can't take this. You're better off saving it for Aubergine. (Stress +1, Family affinity +1, Reliability +2)
> Dad, how can I leave when the woman I love is here? (Love +1, Reliability +2)
> Love can be found anywhere there's opportunity. You can't wait to see what kind of women Tarrasque has to offer. (Love +2, Courage +1)
> Thank you dad. Training my body with farm work has really paid off. (Courage +2, Knowledge +1)
> Pester your mom and dad for more information about Tarrasque (Knowledge +2, Family affinity +1)';
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String fullTitle = 'Reincarnated as a Tree';
int postNumber = "5957422";
String image = Tree.jpg;
String date = '03/21/24(Thu)18:22:11';
String comment = 'Oh SHIT you've reincarnated as a tree in an isekai world.
You can't do shit besides check a status panel in your mind which says this:
CLASS: TREE
LEVEL: 1
[SKILL UNLOCK AVAILBLE]
Well shit how do you open that skill thi- oh, with just willing it, you do. What do you pick?
> Drop Apple
> Bloom Flowers
> Grow Root';
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String fullTitle = 'NIL';
int postNumber = "5958385";
String image = NIL2CHARACTERCREATOR.png;
String date = '03/23/24(Sat)01:59:43';
String comment = 'Welcome Passengers. It's time to wake up. NIL is a CYOA style quest, with freeform dialogue.';
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String fullTitle = 'The Game Quest';
int postNumber = "5956957";
String image = Rulebook1.png;
String date = '03/21/24(Thu)04:30:58';
String comment = 'You are The Master watching The Player play The Game in accordance to The Rulebook below:
The Rulebook
The Player (@)
You have 6 health points.
When you hit 0 health points, you die.
You may attack for 1 damage.
When you accomplish things, you gain Potential.
You may try and spend Potential to remove, modify, or establish new rules.
The Master
Whenever the Player gains Potential, you gain an equal amount of Potential.
You may try and spend Potential to remove, modify, or establish new rules.
You may freely spawn Slimes inside The World.
The World
The map is a 5sq x 5sq grid.
Slime (S)
2hp.
May attack for 1 damage as an action.
Aimlessly wanders. When attacked, will chase and attack the aggressor.
---
Player HP: 6/6
Player Potential: 5
Master Potential: 5';
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String fullTitle = 'Evo Quest';
int postNumber = "5959572";
String image = PrimordialEra.png;
String date = '03/24/24(Sun)07:52:37';
String comment = 'I used to come on here years ago and there were always 2-3 evo quests and i loved them. don't see any anymore. lets change that.
>Setting
Young planet, only populated with single celled organisms in the oceans. For now, all the species are in the central warm ocean but are free to migrate as they evolve obv. There is no plant life on land (or in the water for that matter; we're pre-cambrian kinda deal), so the green on the map is just to mark climate/precip.
>Rules
Modify the species slightly for each evolution. You're free to redraw the image if you'd like to make it look better. You must either increment the 'Gen' count on the image OR modify the name so we can track lineage. Each 'generation' is enough for a small adaptation/change, so we can say it's a couple million years.
Please reply to the post that you are modifying from also to keep track of lineage <3
In general, I'll say when something is bad and shouldn't be counted, otherwise assume all the changes you're making are OK (they most likely are; some guys just go a little crazy so i'll put a stop to that if it looks like its gonna derail or anything)
In regards to double-posting, don't worry too much about it and just have some common sense. I won't say you strictly cannot double-post on the same species, but give it some time to breathe. If a species hasn't been touched in a while, feel free to reply to your own post again.
I'll do some events after a few generations. No set time but if I notice it's getting stagnant then I'll do one. There will be more info in the post about what is happening.
>Bonus stuff
You're free to create a few more 'starter' species, but probably just modify what I've provided. If people start making new ones I'll say when to stop and there won't be any more accepted after that.';
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String fullTitle = 'Deus Novus I';
int postNumber = "5955470";
String image = Ttt.jpg;
String date = '03/19/24(Tue)17:50:14';
String comment = 'b] You who lack the burden of a most radiant soul
I breathe life into your cold flesh nurtured in the great Syiphr.
The girl with the white book. Protect her lest all hope would be lost. Await her promised arrival.
Protect the seed of divinity within her pure soul so the world above would be free from the Tyranny of the Six.
Forgive me, my sweet daughter.
Forgive me... [/b]
This message was on repeat non stop for approximately nine hundred fifty two year, seven months, six days, four hours, fifty nine minutes and seventeen seconds with two minutes as a margin of error inside your head. You always wondered whether your creator was referring to you or the girl as her sweet daughter. It did not matter in the grand scheme of things for your memory and your body had deteriorated over nearly a thousand years in confinement. In the distant past, you were designed to be a weapon of mass destruction. Now, you are but a broken husk stripped of most of her powers.
Every inch of your cell had been observed and examined thoroughly, there was no escape as long as the Alchemo field remain active. There was nothing inside you anymore... no hope, no despair, just silence. Heh, you had forgotten how did you sound like. If only you could end it all, you tried and failed due to the set of commands inside your head. What a cruel world you were living in.
Flicker
BBZZZSTTT
The Alchemo field... it was gone? No,no,no, your vision was impaired. You must be malfunctioning. You could not bear the idea of tasting hope once more. The rusty iron door to your cell looked even more miserable and flimsier than you were, a glitch in your system. This was the only logical explanation
>Ignore this facade, continue rusting away in silence. It could take another thousand year to taste death though.
>Smash the only barrier between you and freedom.
>Didn’t you have a lock picking function? Try a quieter approach.';
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String fullTitle = 'GENERIC FANTASY WORLD ROLEPLAY';
int postNumber = "5958603";
String image = 9c046b24b72b3f75fdbc8c725ec6d091.jpg;
String date = '03/23/24(Sat)10:26:43';
String comment = 'I'm the big bad, equivalent to Morgoth from LOTR; basically a demigod. You're gonna need armies to harm me and it doesn't guarantee my defeat. My habitation is basically Mordor, call it the Blacklands or some shit. There are humans, elves, other demigods, goblins (serving under me), rogue goblins, etc.
Place your name and/or role/title in the Name slot. Start out small, live your chosen lives. You can garden, go to war against evil or be a fucking evil spider, etc. [Linear time]
>turns 35% of all elves (that I have captured) into evil satanic goblins
Get fukt';
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String fullTitle = 'Classic NRP thread 3: Nation Roleplay game light on mechanics';
int postNumber = "5956202";
String image = Map to cont from.png;
String date = '03/20/24(Wed)07:44:02';
String comment = 'Uncertain continuation
Who can play? Anyone, newggers welcome be at least somewhat autistic though
What is the setting? Vaguely renessaince. (there is guns)
Discord it takes place in: F2Patcf
Updates are saturday every week (expect some breaks)
Diplo is free, 2 actions per turn, don't make building buildings actions. Have fun and RP.';
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String fullTitle = 'Input';
int postNumber = "5954878";
String image = Input - Standby.png;
String date = '03/18/24(Mon)22:23:02';
String comment = 'Hello Again Children.
I Apologize For The Interruption.
Would You Like To Play Again?
}=> PLAY
}=> RULES
}=> CODE';
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String fullTitle = 'Void Raider Quest 5';
int postNumber = "5954514";
String image = tegaki.png;
String date = '03/18/24(Mon)10:28:36';
String comment = 'Previous thread here:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
All threads:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
In the last thread we uncovered a major malicitite smuggling operation on our ship, eliminated virtually everyone involved, as well as earned the (begrudging) respect of our executive officers, with one of whom we are currently playing go.
Ship: Heavy cruiser LDS Vanilla Skyline, Courageous-class
Captain: Commander Sylvia Thorton (yourself)
Crew: mostly undisciplined, enthusiastic
Engine: 88% efficiency (damaged nacelles, undergoing repairs, ETA 13 days)
Railgun Turret A-1: 81% efficiency (broken shell elevator, undergoing repairs, ETA 8 days)
All other systems operating at 100% efficiency. (undergoing maintenance, ETA 18 days)
Current Position: Hys base ‘Granite-Vigil’, Citar Quadrant outskirts
Ship: Patrol destroyer LDS Chocolate Rain, Jaguar-class
Captain: Lieutenant Commander Maxine Hopkins (Directorate Navy)
All systems operating at 100% efficiency
Current position: Patrolling Kaskandir Quadrant (on lease to Directorate Navy, 11 months left)
Traits
Genetically pure: +5 bonus to charisma
Former freelance journalist: +2 bonus to charisma, bonus to Political Economy
Personal abilities
Format: current status, growth rate (bonus to rolls)
Logistics: Basic, capable (+0)
Human Resources: Average, capable (+3)
Political Economy: Basic, gifted (+0)
Combat Tactics: Greenhorn, average (+2)
War Report
Current Liteian Navy readiness status: orange
Latest news:
>Latest Navy acquisitions confirmed: a pair of ‘cutting-edge’ Saturnian light cruisers.
>Saret dignitary issued official statement, ‘No malicious intent behind mobilisation, merely annual practice.’
>High-level talks between Bolivarians and Saudite concluded, memorandum for peace and friendship signed.
>Human smuggling? Kanton Orbital under fire for irregularities in colonist vetting process.
>What's to watch: Blockbuster on Meret freedom-fighters to hit the box office next week.'
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String fullTitle = 'Mech Mania';
int postNumber = "5958240";
String image = battletech-robot-war-battle.jpg;
String date = '03/22/24(Fri)21:09:26';
String comment = 'This is a mech-themed free-for-all multiplayer game. It will begin in roughly a few days depending on player count and interest.
If you want to play, provide a name and (optionally) a picture represent you on the map. Also provide a secure tripcode, or your ID will be used for identification.
Rules:
- The game is played on a hexagonal grid.
- Each player gets a mech, which starts with 3 HP, 3 AP, and 2 range, and gains 1 AP every 24 hours since the start of the game. I determine the initial board size and placement of mechs.
- At any time, a mech may perform one or several actions:
1. Move to an adjacent, unoccupied square (1 AP)
2. Shoot another mech within its range, removing 1 HP. (1 AP)
3. Regain 1 HP. (3 AP)
4. Upgrade range by 1. (1 AP)
5. Transfer any amount of its own HP or AP to another mech within range.
- A mech with 0 HP is "dead". All of its AP is transferred to the mech which killed it.
- A "dead" mech may be revived by sending HP to it. (On revival, it has 1 HP, 0 AP and keeps any range upgrades from before death)
- The game ends when only one mech is left alive.
- Dead players form a jury, which may vote daily to "haunt" a player (who receives no AP that day)
- All attributes of all players (that is: position, HP, AP, range) are common knowledge.
Procedures:
- An action is considered to be made on the date and time of the post declaring it.
- The game continues to run regardless of my presence or absence. However, I will do my best to provide an up-to-date game map.
- Several actions may be declared in one post.
- The moves in a post are only played if ALL of them can be played.
- If the jury reaches a tie, then the player who got their "last" vote first is chosen.
- I reserve the right to add and change rules and procedures as I see fit. I will do my best to keep the game fair and interesting.';
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String fullTitle = 'Yet another 40k A.I. quest 6';
int postNumber = "5956219";
String image = Space Hulk.jpg;
String date = '03/20/24(Wed)08:40:47';
String comment = '”Brigadier Zanx. New mission parameters are being sent to your system, please try to ensure the securing of this secondary objective. Your primary objective remains unchanged.” You quickly contact the rather busy man and give him his new orders.
It takes Zanx a few moments to look over what you sent, but before long, he responds in an affirmative and begins directing men and machines towards the generalized area that you were able to identify as the primary location from where the hardlight weapon had fired from before.
The overwhelming force you are able to deploy means that despite the massive numbers advantage that the orks possess, you can easily smash them apart, due to Zanx’s style of leadership, the progress is slow, but steady and careful, it will most likely take hours for the hulk to be cleared, however his way of doing so means that most casualties that you are experiencing come from your drones or robots, with the O.D.D. being employed only for the most stubborn of defenders.
Otherwise, the biggest problems you encounter are once more the orks carrying the powerful personal shields, necessitating overwhelming firepower to break them which poses an issue for no other reason that Zanx is trying to minimise collateral damage as much as he can, but there’s only so much that he can do against such brutish creatures like orks. A particular incident of note happened when one of the shield generators employed by the greenskins, instead of collapsing after being shot, it had instead overloaded, increasing in power output, turning the ork into a glowing ball before detonating violently. The explosion had rocked the spacehulk and punched a hole in the hull, an achievement in and of itself considering the sheer amount of metal between the void and where the fighting was undertaken. Another big issue came when the 3rd managed to breach a so far unknown xeno warship, judging by the change in the interior, the crystalline shard like weaponry seemed to be employed by the orks in the most haphazard manner imaginable. It appears that they had quite literally taped the no doubt sensitive and advanced weapons onto their own crude shootas, crudely linking them together to ensure that the weapons would make loud bangs. Somehow, this had resulted in the crystalline splinters exploding violently upon contact rather than just penetrating armour and overloading shields. The 3rd, thanks to teleportation operations you had carried out under Zanx’s request had meant that the soldiers suffered no dead, but there had been casualties, your nimean-class robots were devasted alongside a sizeable amount of your legionnaires, the drones were not employed due to their relative fragility compared to your foes’ weaponry. In the end, the area was secured after two hours of intensive fighting, but hardly anything remains of the weapons, or the hull itself.';
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String fullTitle = 'CHAOS: The Quest for Redemption #4';
int postNumber = "5953306";
String image = CHAOS4.png;
String date = '03/16/24(Sat)20:59:40';
String comment = '[ENTERING THE FORTH KALPA]
[...]
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ALLBIOS(C)0000 CHAOS APPARATUS
[STARTUP]
0CmdLine=ALL_Product_ID_FIX.cmd
0Parameters=
1CmdLine=SEP_Client_Cognitive_Hardw
1Parameters=
2CmdLine=ALL_Time_Sync.cmd
2Parameters=
3CmdLine=ALL_Space_Sync.cmd
[]
[]
EMOTION+RATIONALE=CATASTROPHE-\CATA
CONFUSION+RATIONALE=DIVINITY/-/DIVI
CATASTROPHE+EMOTION+DIVINITY=GOODNE
[]
REROUTE COMPLETE [...] CHAOS INITIATED [] KALPA ACTIVE
[WE BEGIN TO THINK AND BREATH LIFE]
~~~
Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
Questcord: https://discord.gg/BHk6RfhGTw
Wiki: https://chaosquest.miraheze.org/wik
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String fullTitle = 'Versequest #5';
int postNumber = "5953138";
String image = versequest5.png;
String date = '03/16/24(Sat)18:35:54';
String comment = 'https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nNP
In the last thread, the being known in some circles as Existence, but in most (mortal ones) as God, experienced some... things. These things include, but are not limited to: being almost killed by a retired musician who wants to stop time, getting stabbed by his own son for implying he could feel fear, and making his wives a little sad. This along with it being hammered home that he's probably not the strongest man in the universe, things aren't really going all that well for our... hero? Protagonist. Protagonist is probably the better word.
Oh, and also, this God guy is you by the way. You're him. Ain't that sad?
Previous threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
So now comes the time you decide how we'll begin this chapter of your story. Will we start where we left off, sleep, or time skip?
(Note: If you choose time skip or sleep, I do not recommend doing so for over 20 years or so. Doing this would almost definitely make you miss out on the chance to partake in and influence the current Greethian war directly, and you will most likely miss out on the stories of the various mortals we've met, either in their entirety or at least to a large extent.)
>Sleep
>Time skip
>Where we left off'
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String fullTitle = 'Cutémon';
int postNumber = "5952933";
String image = cutemon logo 6.jpg;
String date = '03/16/24(Sat)14:41:02';
String comment = 'You are a Cutémon!
You are one of the rarest types of mon: a mon that looks like a cute human girl!
Like all mons, you gain energy by fighting and defeating other mons. Your trainer is the human boy Joe Apple of Patina.';
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String fullTitle = 'Dragon Ball TQ Spinoff: Chocolat Noir Quest';
int postNumber = "5953028";
String image = chocalot noir.jpg;
String date = '03/16/24(Sat)16:10:00';
String comment = '>You are an investigator looking to find out the truth on the matter of Son Gohan being severely injured. His sister, Son Peppa, has not been injured, but may have some clue as to why her brother was injured. You will have to find out what she knows.
>WARNING: This is a spinoff of Dragon Ball Tuffle Quest. Being familiar with Tuffle Quest helps, but this spinoff will also have topics such as bullying, abuse, self-harm, drug use, grief, suicidal ideation, grooming, violence, and rape.
>This is going to be a narrative quest, no rolls. Your ability to take in information and infer conclusions from it will be key.';
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String fullTitle = 'Mahou Shoujo Villainess Quest 3';
int postNumber = "5952624";
String image = TITLE.jpg;
String date = '03/16/24(Sat)00:07:36';
String comment = 'You are King Lot of Lothian and Orkney.
No, that's wrong.
You are Kuroda Haruka, once a 16 year old student of Kusatsu High school. Former Class President of 1-C. A forgotten but GENUINE member of the Kuroda samurai clan.
After surviving a supernatural attack on your class trip, you were carelessly left behind by the magical girl group Knights of the Round Table in a place called Avalon.
It's the start of your troubles.
In the span of less than a week, all knowledge and proof of your existence have been wiped away by a hostile outer force called 'the World' by residents of Avalon. All because you have gone 'widdershin' and became a 'Lost Child'. You've been blessed with magical powers and become King of Camelot, but it's a paltry compensation for what you've lost.
If you want to return to your old life, to your family, to your friends: You must take back what is yours.
Stats
Kuroda Haruka, 16 year old. A forgotten but genuine member of the Kuroda samurai clan.
Identity: King Lot of Lothian and Orkney
+1 Charisma dice
Trait:
A True Heart "Magokokoro", bonus in one on one interaction with a hostile opponent.
Crafty attacker: When making artful gambits and trickery in a fight, gain +2 dice to attack! It's not cheating, it's stratagem damn it!
Let No Insult Pass! - When attacking, 4s also count as successes in addition to 5s and 6s. Use 1 per day
Frostbind - Your weapon. A spear with ice powers. Finally able to summon it whenever you want.
Beira, the Cailleach; your ice ability grows stronger and with better control.
Dignity - Greater Mana reaped from targets able to pose a challenge to you.
Knowledge : Quality Tea Ceremony articles and expertise in Sado
A True Name: You possess your True Name! None can take it from you.
Evolved Flaw:
Always Someone Better - You have a tendency of gloating and enjoying the sight of people you've defeated. But now, only over those who are superior to you in something. You don't indulge against the weak and unworthy.
Past threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
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String fullTitle = 'Saiyan Conqueror Quest 214';
int postNumber = "5952830";
String image = Start_2.png;
String date = '03/16/24(Sat)12:00:27';
String comment = 'With the Supreme Kai of Time Chronoa dethroned, the Demon God Dumplin beaten, and Karn's whole family now able to live in his timeline, things have been looking up for the Saiyan General. But all good things can't last forever. And when conflicts arise between deities, mortals are inevitably caught in the crossfire. Does Karn, the Berserker God possess the strength to protect his family, people, world and reality from their fickle nature? Or are the beings above mortal ken also beyond mortal reproach? This outcome may be up to you.
You the players control Karn, wielder of the mighty Berserker Soul. Granting him the power to fight against gods and other divine beings, to resist their influence and strengths. From his lowly beginnings as a Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733, only a few years into his time as a member of the PTO, he has now become the strongest Saiyan of his time. With the power of the Berserker God, combined with That Which Should Not Be and having devoured a soul born of the Abyss itself, his strength is now unlike anything before seen in his reality. But will this newfound strength be enough to overcome the threats headed his way? Only time will tell, your choices can spell the difference between success and failure.
Character sheets and other info:
https://controlc.com/46ec566d
https://pastebin.com/u/GrandDragonQ
Archive:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.c
Help fund quest art commissions and get exclusive side stories as well as artwork here: https://www.patreon.com/GrandDragon
Quest rules are as follows(unless otherwise noted):
>30 minute vote times
>Pick ONLY ONE option when voting
>Dice rolls are all best of first three correctly-rolled dice
>One dice roll per person per post unless three players have not yet rolled, and ten minutes has passed since your previous roll
>Crits are 100 on a d100(a 99 or paired rolls may net you an extra bonus)
>Crit fails are a 1/100 with no passing rolls, or if two 1s are rolled regardless of the third
>Write-ins are both allowed and encouraged, but OOC options will be ignored
>If your goal is simply to troll, at least put in enough effort to make it funny
>Have fun
SCQ will usually start on Saturdays at noon Eastern Standard Time, and run throughout the weekend. Also, for updates or schedule changes you can find me on twitter @GrandDragonQM, which I keep as up to date with any scheduling changes as soon as possible.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8EA
THE FICKLE GODS'
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String fullTitle = 'Berserk Quest #12';
int postNumber = "5952532";
String image = 1640403472222.png;
String date = '03/15/24(Fri)21:54:25';
String comment = 'In this world, is the destiny of mankind controlled by some transcendental entity or law? Is it like the hand of God hovering above? At least, it is true that man has no control, even over his own will.
Alas, they are certainly welcome to try and struggle to deviate from the laws of causality. Such is the case for a human mortal by the name of Vlad Santana. A young man who would find himself at the crux of a story that would eclipse his mere mortal soul.
Character Profile and abilities:
https://pastebin.com/QZJkmpvG
Previous Thread:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
Thread Archives:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
Rules:
Rolls will usually be a best of 3 1d100 DCs are context sensitive but transparent when choosing your options.
Only 1 and 100 count as crits and good crits override bad ones. Critfails will only count if you don't pass the DC
Voting period closes when enough players unanimously choose the same options. The minimum vote requirement and time limit will depend on how fast I can update.
You can always ask for additional context for your choices and voting can be extended should anyone make an argument that could change previous votes.
Write-ins are always welcomed so long as they don't break character.
Have fun and do your best.
Recap: After defeating The Moonlight Knight Locus at the entrance of Falconia, Vlad and his army had finally reached Griffith just before the sunset of the Blood Moon. Would the power of the spirits be enough to fight against the weakened apostles, or does Griffith have one last trick up his sleeve before taking control of destiny itself?
This is where the tale of Vlad Santana comes to an end.'
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String fullTitle = 'Calling Strategists & History Buffs: Argument-Driven Wargame in Chaotic Modern Setting';
int postNumber = "5954784";
String image = Map Size.png;
String date = '03/18/24(Mon)19:53:37';
String comment = 'If you want to play from here, you can, but be aware it's hard for you to do anything covertly All your moves can be looked up by other players.
We need Iraq State and ISIS still to get going.
-
>Recruitment Ad
Ready for a wargame with a unique twist? Introducing a "Matrix Game" where your strategic arguments and knowledge of history directly impact the outcome. Think Clancy/Battlefield triller intensity with deeper geopolitical intrigue.
>Key Features:
- Argument is Your Weapon: Persuasive tactics earn you combat modifiers. I'll arbitrate, channeling my history expertise and healthy dose of insanity.
- Volatile Modern World: Choose between Central Asia, the Middle East, or East/Central Africa. Expect volatile factions and superpower powerplays. (Mercenaries 1/2 fans, this will feel familiar)
- Hyper-Realistic Conflict: Amplified economic and technological factors fuel relentless, plausible warfare (The Pentagon/Analysts uses Marix games).
What sets this apart:
- Historical depth: My BoA in history (Magna Cum Lade) informs a setting where your knowledge matters.
- Player Agency: You don't just roll dice. You shape the narrative and propose lore to build the world collaboratively.
>How to Get Involved
- Vote: Where should the conflict unfold? [NM, we voted for Middle East]
- Choose Your Platform: How should we run this? [They voted for Discord, https://discord.gg/UzmPCYUD]
Inspiration: This draws from PaxSims (https://paxsims.files.wordpress.co
>Let's Build This Together!'
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String fullTitle = 'Indeterminate Activity (Of Resultant Masses)';
int postNumber = "5952601";
String image = p1.png;
String date = '03/15/24(Fri)23:28:01';
String comment = 'A dumb kid stands in a cell. He doesn't know where he is or anything about his situation in general. Though he probably had a name before he was here, he will be given a new title to mark this new chapter in his life.
What will the name of this stupid child be?
(P.S: My trip might change since I'm trying to guess the old one I used for Desenex Burger)';
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String fullTitle = 'Persona 5 Quest';
int postNumber = "5955408";
String image = Quest OP.png;
String date = '03/19/24(Tue)16:32:24';
String comment = 'INSERT DISK
LOADING––
LOADING––
LOADING––
>New Game
Please select difficulty:
>E̶a̶s̶y̶
>N̶o̶r̶m̶a̶l̶
>Hard
>Nightmare
>True Reincarnation
Please Select Route-
>L̶a̶w̶ ̶H̶e̶r̶o̶
>Neutral Hero
>Chaos Hero';
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String fullTitle = 'DB The Next Evolution #0';
int postNumber = "5951757";
String image = image_2024-03-14_175613255.png;
String date = '03/14/24(Thu)20:03:12';
String comment = 'It was a sunny day in the region of Mount Paozu, one of the few places left untouched by the ravages of time, and the advancement of human technology. You find yourself currently in meditation in a lush, green forest surrounded by countless debris on an open, smooth floor. Your eyes closed, your rhythm in tune with your surroundings, with each deep, relaxed breath you take you feel closer to the intrinsic forces that embody nature. Your body was relaxed yet firm, not showing any sign of weakness or lack of guard despite your relaxed state. Several birds had perched themselves onto your broad shoulders, treating you no different than the venerable trees in this forest meadows.
Naturally, you were undeterred by the birds, already deeply engrossed in your meditation as you took a state of mind found in a fugal. This fugue-like heightened concertation made you aware of the Ryuo or dragon's flow, the natural floodgates of one's energy. As well as the ambient energies that exude around one's surroundings, stemming from the Ryumyaku or Dragon Veins. Essentially, the leylines of the planet and the crystalized network of power, with the earth's core serving as its nexus point. Learning how to be in tune with such ancient paths that flow and crisscross each other has in turn helped you understand your floodgates.
As you are now, you were linked with the world, thus able to see far better than with your eyes. An extrasensory perception akin to clairvoyance as the slightest vibrations, shifts in the air currents, and faintest of sounds were known to you. Although you were as clear as the calming streams found in Mount Paozu, your sense of self was rather foggy. Be it peace of mind or the presence of the mind, you were having trouble achieving the Mizu no Kokoro or Mind and Heart like Water. Sure you were sensing and processing everything around you as if you were right then and there. Unfortunately, this was only scraping the surface.
In truth, you can barely detect a person's thoughts, emotions, and even personality just by picking up the subtle sounds they produce consistently. Or learn how to sense the natural energies of a person, including one's very own life force, and quantify its volume or potency. According to your master, these were just the surface values of the innermost secrets of Senjutsu or Sage Arts. Things like bending the flow of fluids such as vapor, or exerting invisible forces such as shockwaves in Kiais shouldn't be your end goal. Especially since you've yet to fire the true form of the Kamehameha, your master's signature technique.';
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String fullTitle = 'Multiplayer civ quest #2';
int postNumber = "5953011";
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String date = '03/16/24(Sat)15:57:31';
String comment = 'Fifteen years ago, the two columns emerged from the frozen northern wastes and descended into the arctic circle. Now, two great cities slowly emerge, one populated by dwarves, the other by Oceloti. The people of the two realms toil beneath the bleak arctic sun, huddle around the fires as the cold wind whips the hardy plantlife around them and roast fatty bug meat on sticks over the crackling flames. Rangers and soldiers patrol the uninhabited wastes, fighting with overgrown insectoids, masons chisel stone slabs, carpenters carve wooden beams the king and thane chose the fate of their people.';
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String fullTitle = 'Lodestar: Dawn of a New Age (Disk 1, Part 3)';
int postNumber = "5951440";
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String date = '03/14/24(Thu)12:00:34';
String comment = 'Part 3 has successfully loaded!
Character sheets, shopping lists, and more: https://drive.google.com/drive/fold
Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
Last time, we took control of Gigas as we took to exploring the bustling city of Threespice. There, they met and eventually recruited Gremory, a Demon turned merchant that seems to have restrained its violent urges in the name of self-preservation. They learned of the merchant king Felippe Silversmith's darkest secret using the Lost Art of Scrying, and revealed as much to the local guards, who they were seemingly able to persuade into working with them rather than against them.
They also touched base with the illegal elements of Threespice by participating in an underground fighting arena, where they adopted the crew name of Trinity to fight against a rival trio called the Black Rose Pirates and met with a well-known pirate known as Lobo Chisaki afterwards. While Lobo was working to assemble a list of capable men for our daring pirates to recruit from, the crew decided to find some of Silversmith's most capable men to shake them down for information, finding three viable candidates in the process: The Countess, Jerome Stillwater, and Nocturne Kamei. Opting to handle Stillwater first, they kidnapped him in the middle of his human trafficking operation and took him back to their ship, where they interrogated him for everything he knew before sending him to meet his fate at the hands of the Guard.
As we pick up our adventure again, Ramza and Gigas have just finished explaining their recruitment of Gremory to Val. Although he was initially reluctant, Val was eventually convinced once he learned that Gremory would be revealing all of the secrets and vulnerabilities of Demons to the crew, an exchange most valuable to the would-be Demon Slayer. For now, though...who will we be playing as this time around?
>Ramza Valentine. You're cocky, charming, and killer with a Mageblade. The Captain of your little group, for now.
>Val Lasombra. You're great with magic, but even better with a pistol. Not one for words, you think actions speak much louder. The pilot of the group whenever Ramza is busy, and the mechanic.
>Gigas. You've yet to meet anyone that can best you physically, or resist your infectious cheer. The Barrelman that keeps constant vigilance over the area to spot hazards, and the rigger to boot.'
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String fullTitle = 'CLOUD STRIFE QUEST';
int postNumber = "5952582";
String image = cloud-strife-dissidia-final-fantasy-2015-2018.jpg;
String date = '03/15/24(Fri)22:54:22';
String comment = 'You are Cloud Strife, you didn't make SOLDIER and you are tired and jaded because your waifu Aerith got murdered in front of your eyes and a homo with a long sword who is probably compensating for something won't leave you alone. You just want to relax and take it easy.
What do?
>Go somewhere nice and clear mind.
>Talk to second best girl Tifa.
>Talk to best girl Yuffie
>Talk to your best guy friend Barrett.
>Talk to that other homo Vincent Valentine.
>Go to the airship and take a ride with your other best guy friend Cid.
>Pet your pet cats Red XIII and Cait Sith.';
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String fullTitle = 'Magic Sword Quest';
int postNumber = "5953877";
String image = msq.jpg;
String date = '03/17/24(Sun)14:20:47';
String comment = 'You are a magic sword.
Long have you slumbered in enchanted sleep within these barrows, until this lesser creature dared to put his hand upon your grip. You sundered his mind and took possession of his frail, knobby body. A kobolin, called 'goblin' in the common tongue. It is much too weak to draw out your powers. It has barely the strength to swing you. But it can walk, can see, can smell and hear. And that will do, for now.
It is time again to renew your eternal quest: to seek your true wielder, the union for which you were forged.
>Chaotic: The blade itself incites to deeds of violence. You increase your powers by slaying creatures of power and authority, and seek the hand which shows no mercy.
>Neutral: The blade is only a means to an end. You increase your powers by amassing wealth and status, and seek the hand which takes and does not open.
>Lawful: The bright blade is not loved for its sharpness, only for that which it defends. You increase your powers by enforcing order and protecting the innocent, and the seek the hand that undoes the wicked.';
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String fullTitle = 'Remnant of A Star Empire Quest #1';
int postNumber = "5952979";
String image = Screenshot_20240316_152636_Gallery.jpg;
String date = '03/16/24(Sat)15:29:05';
String comment = 'An reckoning had come upon our Star Empire, An supernova destruction the heart of our Star Empire, wiping out our Heartland and shattering the communications network we had worked so hard to establish, trade, support, and more...now lost. With countless lives lost in the ensuing chaos.
Forced to form their own governments and states during the chaos, your own faction would form as the state of madness and fear died down as brass tack tactics were set into place. No more running, no more weakness, we needed to tand strong together or die alone.
All that remained was to define your remnant state of humanity...
[State of your faction]
>Nomadic Star Fleet: Former from an military and colonial fleet forming an flotilla to survive, you now wander system to system, wreck to derelict to scavenge and survive.
>Local Provisional Government: Beginning as one of the local primary governments to establish a semblance of normalcy and law, you managed to secure local factories, resources, and more to supply local stability.';
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String fullTitle = 'The Monster Girl Facility #4';
int postNumber = "5950624";
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String date = '03/13/24(Wed)08:29:38';
String comment = '"It's gotten rather quiet here." The guardsman would say as he looked out into the green section. Mike scoffed in response, leaning against the glass wall of the chamber where their injured friends rested. "Well, that's good news. Means that the fighting hasn't started yet, or has gone elsewhere away from us." Mike would respond calmly, him looking at the injured men. "I do hope everyone is okay up there thought. That rabbit subject is a real psychopath." He'd mumble, the guardsmen sighing and looking at the upper floors. "Well, so far it's going better than the last encounter. You and your friends really are helping us out a ton." The guardsman said quietly, making Mike let out a deep breath. "Yeah..." He wanted to point out the fact that he really wasn't supposed to help out the guardsmen, yet hesitated. After all, he didn't want to create further conflict between the two groups.
Shortly after though, the two would hear gunfire from above, as well as some distant screams. "Shit, that sounded like Elliot." The guardsman said softly, the two stepping away from the glass wall and walking to the edge of the walkway. The two would look upwards, trying to see what was going on. And a minute after, they heard more gunfire and yells. Finally, they would hear a loud bang followed by watching something burning falling from up high and crashing into the flooded floor below. "Was that the rabbit?" The guardsman asked, Mike trying to get a closer look. "I don't know for sure..." Soon after though, Mike got told over comms that he was needed. "Wilco. Update me on your location, okay?" He'd look to the guardsman, before speaking confidently. "Stay here. I'll be back soon enough." And with that, Mike would start headed towards the other combatants to finally put an end to the monstrous rabbit subject.
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This quest is mostly story focused, with no really deep mechanics aside from basic dice-rolling. The story is rather freeform in terms of what choices you can make and what direction you want to follow. What your goal is in this place and who you choose to trust is mostly up to you. Do you want to explore the place and figure out its mysteries? Or do you just want to shoot shit and cleanse this place of monster girls? No matter what you opt to do down here, I will always try to give options for what you can do. You can also always send in your own choices and suggestions on what to do. Either way, I hope to provide a fun and enjoyable experience for everyone. My writing ain't perfect, so I always do appreciate it when feedback is provided so I can improve further.'
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String fullTitle = 'Loveless Gal and those damned kids';
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String date = '03/12/24(Tue)16:36:55';
String comment = 'A most knightly and depraved lover of women bows out.';
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String fullTitle = 'Bretonnian Peasant Knight 7';
int postNumber = "5949349";
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String date = '03/11/24(Mon)19:44:36';
String comment = 'Lucian, after being tricked into breaking his oaths and marooned on the island of Albion. At one moment alone, he gathered an ally in the form of the beastial Kroxigor Bok. Together with the Kroxigor, Lucian has slain his first of three Beasts of Albion in the form of the Jabberslythe.
Now Lucian must challenge the ancient evil of Albion and find the ancient City-Temple of the Lizardmen, while the terror of his past lurks upon the island.
++The Rules++
>Vote with Greentext, otherwise they probably won’t be accepted.
>Write-ins can be accepted, and might even be used in the final without majority rule.
>If you are going to change your vote, make it so your post only links to the numbers of the previous vote. It's cleaner that way.
>If you mix votes together without modifying them in any way, I reserve the right to employ your top most pick as your vote. Claiming it as a write-in won’t work either unless you modify it to convince me otherwise.
>The aim for rolls is low. Crits override (1’s overrides 100’s)
Archive:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
For the update schedule expect to be semi-daily with the chance I disappear for a week. If something comes up for myself I am placing that before this quest, so that should be kept in mind.
Dramatis Personae
Morr’s Company
Lucian the Durand Knight Errant
Adok Fireskin Runesmith
Tee-Ny-Tyny Mage-Priest of the Heavens
Bok
Duchy of Bordeleaux
Duke Moriset; Knight of the Realm Duke of Bordeleaux and Regent of Aquitaine
Ducal Prince Gillot; Knight Errant Heir to Bordeleaux
Luquin; Knight of the Realm Court Herald
Robinet; Knight of the Realm Warden
Emelina of Carlton Niece to Duke Moriset
Count Remon Mentor to Lucian
Duchy of Aquitaine
Albera the Golden; Damsel of the Lady; Priestess of the First Chapel
Sir Galandril Grail Knight Warden of the First Chapel and Twin Slayer
Others
Duke Guine of Bastonne, Knight of the Realm, Duke of Bastonne
Wendel Wolfmar, Priest of Morr, Wandering Priest'
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String fullTitle = 'Holostars EN Quest #1';
int postNumber = "5949318";
String image = Holostars EN Quest 1.png;
String date = '03/11/24(Mon)19:07:45';
String comment = 'Thou seekest a new tale?
[SERVER REBOOT SEQUENCE: ENGAGE]
++Initiated By: aho9uXckla++
++Progress: 1%++
++Progress: 10%++
The Tree Shall Take Its Due
[OVERRIDE SERVER REBOOT]
++Progress: 35%++
++Override Denied++
++Insufficient Permissions++
++Progress: 50%++
[UNKNOWN ERROR]
[AN EXCEPTION HAS OCCURRED]
[SERVER REBOOT SEQUENCE: PAUSED]
++Loading elements++
++Loading players++
The world Elysium is a tranquil place [YOU CAN FEEL THE DIGITAL ROT CREEPING INWARDS] filled with illustrious wonders [THAT MUST BE PROTECTED] and lively people [WHO COULD NOT BE PROTECTED]. Adventure is sure to be around every corner. All you have to do is [STOP THE ETERNAL CYCLE] step forward and paint your story upon this canvas!
Where shall you start?
>Utopia in the West, its temperate climes and stable structures appeal to something within you
>Xenokuni in the East, where eight million gods and even more mysteries dwell
>Badlands down South, you shall be born amidst blood, sand and savagery';
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String fullTitle = 'Spaceship Pilot in a Fantasy World #3';
int postNumber = "5948692";
String image = SpaceshipQuestArt3.png;
String date = '03/10/24(Sun)22:23:04';
String comment = 'Last thread:https://suptg.thisisnotatrue
>[Hey hey du~de. Ya' daily report alarm just rang. Wanna make one?]
>"Ah, right... Yeah sure, whatever."
>[BEGIN AUDIO RECORDING IN 3. 2. 1. . .]
>"*cough cough ahem* STR-K Pilot 337, reporting in. As specified in my previous report, me and CC-DA Pilot 609 have arrived in what seems to be the center of this civilization we've landed upon, "The Capital" as they call it. A rather great town compared to the filth we had wandered through beforehand. Smoke-filled skies, streets and vehicles, angry people walking about, it almost feels like home..."
>[Wanna bring up that magic dice voodoo ya' started doin'? And all the local folk ya' murdered?]
>"N-No way! My superiors would lock me up if they heard about that! D-Don't forget to cut that part out before saving this... Anyways! We're currently residing in a massive structure called "The Tower"... they're pretty uncreative with names around here I suppose... B-But I digress. Inside this tower we met up with the local monarch, the Icicle Queen. I couldn't quite understand her explanation, but from what I've gathered the only way for us to return home is using a certain device she has created, which requires a certain source of energy she does not possess..."
>[Psst... She means a magical staff-]
>"Sh-Shut up! Magic isn't real! Yeah sure, it "looks" like a magic staff, but I'm certain it's just some kind of technology we just don't understand, much less the locals! Cut that part out too or I delete your System 32 by the way! But yeah, without that "magic staff", which is in the possession of this really creepy pointy ear girl, it seems like we'll be stuck here for some time still... I wonder if I should take this time off to relax a bit... Ah! C-Cut that part out too!"
>[How 'bout that weird bit with all the flashin' colors hallucinogenic bee-ess goin' on? Don't wanna bring that up?]
>"I still have no idea what you're talking about! Stop taking up log space with your nonsensical ramblings! Uhh... STR-K Pilot 337. Out!"
>[Aaaaaand... Cut!]'
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String fullTitle = 'Seekers of the Esoteric (Volume 6)';
int postNumber = "5948262";
String image = esoterica6.png;
String date = '03/10/24(Sun)15:24:51';
String comment = 'Your name is Ezreal Mious Van Houtzmann. You are the personal Mage Apprentice of the Archmage of the Hawksong Mages’ Tower, and a Disciple of the True Fey. Having found a measure of balance between your human and elven heritage, you are a mage whose mystical, spiritual and political career are all at their absolute peak, and yet only seem set to continue ascending to still greater heights.
So how did you end up babysitting a monster, again?
You and Izirina Henzler—the Archmage’s daughter, and your significant other (well, one of them, it’s complicated) attracted your fair share of stares as you lead your young charge through the emerald-lit ‘streets’ of Iternagreyn, the capital of Sylvan civilization., a city of tall trees and root-and-branch bridges and stairways. Behind you trails your young charge… Or perhaps ‘prisoner’ is a better word, though he doesn’t act like it. The so-called ‘Unknowable Prince’ has all the usual rambunctious energy of his young age, which wouldn’t be a problem… Except that, as the child of the Dragon King of Bloodrise and the spawn of some unknown and no-doubt terrifying mate, he is also fifteen feet long, towers over you when he rears up, and has all the charm and cuteness one would expect from the description: ‘what if a huge insect also had a crocodile’s face and a lion’s mane?’
‘All the elves are staring at us,’ the Prince addresses you, communicating by means of frantic hand gestures while his toothy maw splits open to emit an uneasy, rattling chirp. ‘The elves at home stare, too, but not like this.’
“The dark elves are allies of your father,” you note, grip tightening on your staff. “These elves… Aren’t.”
The long-and-short of it is that you, and Izzy and all your other friends and allies awaiting your return in their diplomatic accommodations, were dispatched to the Sylvan Realms to retrieve this enfant terrible, and thus avert a war between his Dragon King and your elven mother’s people—a war that, through a conspiracy of shapeshifting cross-species romance—threatens to drag in even Hawksong, greatest city of the Race of Man. This was never a simple proposal to begin with but, upon discovering that the Unknowable Prince was a disciple of the same dark entity who has been secretly tutoring Izzy, you made the executive decision to bail him out of jail (well, a taboo temple for unclean things, such as he) and into your personal custody.See https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.';
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String fullTitle = 'Eviler Omni-Man Quest Issue#3';
int postNumber = "5948139";
String image = omni-man.jpg;
String date = '03/10/24(Sun)12:04:06';
String comment = 'You are Nowl-Ahn, a supreme Viltrumite warrior, sent to subjugate a primitive planet they call Earth. It's beneath you, but duty is duty. You cloaked yourself in the identity of Nolan Grayson, a facade, an Omni-Man, a so-called hero to these pitiful earthlings. The very thought makes your lip curl in disdain. Heroes? They're nothing but insects waiting to be crushed under your might. And yet, you play their game, biding your time, waiting for the right moment to strike.
In the first issue, you murdered The Immortal, the mightiest among the Guardians of the Globe. Following that, you eliminated Cecil Stedman, the leader of the Global Defense Agency, staging his death as an accident.
When Donald Ferguson came to you with suspicions, you cunningly shifted the blame towards Red Rush and his supposed Russian handlers. Subsequently, you lured Red Rush into a trap and ended his life as well.
Dissatisfied with the weaknesses of your half-human son, Mark, you have initiated a secret affair with Dupli-Kate of the Teen Team. Your grand design is to sire an army of stronger offspring superior to Mark and topple the Viltrumite Empire using them as your instruments of conquest.
In the second issue, you euthanized Robot—a grotesque, deformed human concealed behind a facade of artificial intelligence.
Following that, you banished Damien Darkblood to the infernal realms from whence he came. Darwking, the most intelligent member of the Guardians, was the next to fall.
You then set your sights on the Green Ghost, removing her human husband, Theo, from the picture, and then manipulating her into assassinating Martian Man, framing the innocent extraterrestrial as her husband's murderer.
While the Green Ghost is most vulnerable in her grief and guilt, you lowered her inhibitions with alcohol to seduce her.';
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String fullTitle = 'Maximum Spider Quest #19';
int postNumber = "5949184";
String image = spider-man-chelovek-pauk-peter-parker-piter-parker-peter-par - Copy.jpg;
String date = '03/11/24(Mon)15:12:42';
String comment = 'You are Ben Parker, super-powered criminal and thief extraordinaire. After being bitten by a radioactive spider, you underwent a miraculous change, and adopted the identity of "The Huntsman"! But it's not all bad! Your clone brother, Abel Parker, works to protect the city, and potentially help clean up some of your messes. He goes by the name of "Spider-Man"!
Archive:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
Last time: During the Prowler's farewell party, the Desperados sang their hearts out in karaoke, partook in some delicious tortas from a catered food truck, and played a couple of incredibly realistic virtual reality games created by their newest member! One of which was a combat simulator, where the Huntsman started to refine the fighting style he'd been developing with Callisto's help.
Afterwards, he paid Cindy and Wanda a visit, and even helped the budding blonde sidekick develop a fighting style of her own!
Can she withstand the hardships of becoming a teenage crimefighting vigilante? Will she and Cindy heed the Huntsman's warnings about the impending Gang War? Will Wanda ever stop being jealous of Cindy's high metabolism? And why didn't Cindy compliment the Huntsman on his stylish new suit?
Find out more in the latest issue of…MAXIMUM SPIDER QUEST!
Rules:
Most dice rolls will be 1d100. Modifiers will be added depending on the situation or on the alien being used(Usually +10 or -10). Crit successes and crit fails apply. Crit fails can be overridden by crit successes, but crit failures cannot override crit successes.
How to Roll:
To roll dice, type “dice+1d100” in the options field without the quotations. To roll dice with positive modifiers, type “dice+1d100+modifier number” in the options field without quotations, and with an actual modifier number. To roll dice with negative modifiers, type “dice+1d100+-modifier number” in the options field without quotations, and with an actual modifier number.
Pastebins:
Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV
Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd
Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s
10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE
Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip
Good luck and have fun!'
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String fullTitle = 'Rise of The Awakened Quests #11';
int postNumber = "5949105";
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String date = '03/11/24(Mon)13:07:46';
String comment = 'It has been 100 years since ancient beings, known as the Old Ones, walked the Earth with their two strong feet. Now they are gone and we animals now rule the remains that they left behind. With our new knowledge of sword and sorcery, we were able to survive in peace for a while, but then came the three factions.
The Apes: Strong giants, claiming to be as just as the old ones and believe they should be the ones to rule over the new world.
The Pigs: An intellectual but slothful group who wish to rule the world with an iron hoof and remain kings while the others remained as dumb animals.
Then there the Lizards: A fast and large group that want to set the world a blaze. Trying to forget the harsh past that the old ones left.
All three sides wishing to go war and destroy one another to bring in what they believe to be true peace.
But, unbeknownst to everyone, there was another group. One that was trying their best to find a way to heal everyone. To bring back order.
You found it.... and now you are taking care of it.
A D&D Homebrew Adventure.
Previous Quests:https://suptg.thisisnotatrue
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String fullTitle = 'Grey magic quest';
int postNumber = "5948124";
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String date = '03/10/24(Sun)11:04:52';
String comment = 'You are Ethan Graves, a 16-year-old high school sophomore. A few months ago, you discovered your great-grandfather's book of black magic, leading you down a path of dark temptations and moral dilemmas.
> first thread: >>5904737';
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String fullTitle = 'Student Ascension Quest';
int postNumber = "5947810";
String image = b5d414e7528106cf1b7cfc3aeaebd7a4.jpg;
String date = '03/09/24(Sat)22:03:03';
String comment = 'undefined';
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String fullTitle = 'Pimp Quest';
int postNumber = "5950523";
String image = istockphoto-157619493-612x612.jpg;
String date = '03/13/24(Wed)03:50:45';
String comment = 'Big Dog, Big Hog, that's the name bitches. A week ago your name was different, you were called John, stuck in a souless job working for some consulting company. The money was good, real fucking good, but every day of work caused a piece of you to die.
Last Wednesday, you were taking a train into the office, the laborious journey took you 2.5 hours each way. You were on that train when you decided there needs to be a change, you need to be alive rather than rotting away with every day. Wracking your brain you were thinking of a new line of work to go into, and that's when it hit you, you've always wanted to be a pimp. Since a child you have dreamt of being the biggest pimp on the mean streets of West Lynn.
For a week you've been living the life, you are a pimp. You've got the oversized novelty hat, the chains and your cane. There is one issue with actualising you dream of been the top pimp of West Lynn, you haven't got any bitches to pimp out.
What do?
>Scheme on some bitches that ain't got no money
>Find another pimp, beat him and steal his bitches
>write-in';
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String fullTitle = 'The Isekai Inquisition';
int postNumber = "5947502";
String image = Isekai_Inquisition.png;
String date = '03/09/24(Sat)17:06:12';
String comment = 'The Unified Kingdom of Lindan has stood for centuries and has faced both catastrophes and miracles during its long history. Yet, a constant threat has lived in the populace's heart throughout it all. From kings to peasants time has proven that no one is safe from the whims of these enigmatic beings. In ages past they had many names, some called them Demons or Devils while others referred to them as Otherworlders, but today they are simply known as Strangers.
Hailing from an alternate dimension known as Earth the strangers always possess some form of outrageous ability they refer to as a Cheat Skill and with it they cause unimaginable cruelty. To combat the threats the Strangers pose the Crown sought the aid of the Church of the Goddess by inviting a Holy Order known as the Inquisition into the kingdom. The members of which are tasked with disposing of the Strangers, sometimes even banishing them back to their world of evil.
You are Lorina de Lindan, princess of Lindan, and currently third in line to the throne behind your elder brother and his daughter. You’ve recently been expelled from the Royal Mageknight Academy despite being both the top of your class and the student council president. All because you lost an honor duel to the peasant scholarship student Anastasia Lyndale for attempting to seduce your fiancé Albrecht Von Herrman away even if it meant severing the bonds between your two kingdoms. You were not expecting the prince himself to fight as the commoner's champion and for yourself to be left devoid of allies.
Due to this disgrace, you need to regain your lost pride by using your abilities to fulfill a greater purpose than trying to win an academy love triangle. As such you’ve made arrangements to join the Inquisition and bring justice to those who would do your kingdom ill. At least it’s a better plan than joining the army and being sent on a crusade to the Demon Wastes.';
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String fullTitle = 'The False-Woman #4: A Warhammer 40k Quest';
int postNumber = "5947474";
String image = False Woman Quest Alt.png;
String date = '03/09/24(Sat)16:34:40';
String comment = '“As flames were closing in all around us, I looked up and saw God. And you know what? God is made of steel.”
-Unnamed Serf
A change of fortune diverts you from the cliffs, to a place you never expected to be - the heart of the Omnissiah's worship in Odrev. Once you arrive, though, you find it increasingly difficult to focus on what's literally before you.
---
Read the previous threads at: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
You possess an amount of Strain equal to your Conditioning score. When attempting actions beyond your current capacity, you gain a point of Strain. Attempting to Strain while at maximum Strain will result in a Strain Check. During a Strain Check, roll 1d10 for every point of the relevant Parameter. Results that are 6 or above count as one success. Results of 10 count as two successes. Three successes must be rolled to avert a critical failure. Fail or pass, after a Strain Check, you cannot Strain again until you restore your Strain by seeking shelter.
This quest allows you to designate a second-choice vote on decisions with three or more options before Write-Ins. When votes are totaled, the option with the least votes for it will be removed, with votes for that option instead being changed to the second-choice of those voters. Second-choice votes are also used to break ties. This helps increase the accuracy of votes, but is not mandatory. Please specifically mark your second-choice as such if you do so.
Vote stay open for a minimum of six hours, but will usually take longer.
A note: It's time.'
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String fullTitle = 'Tai Lung Quest 35';
int postNumber = "5947828";
String image = title.jpg;
String date = '03/09/24(Sat)22:34:26';
String comment = 'You manage to convince the storyteller to take a break and wait while you gather as many people involved with the events of the past four to six months. It wasn't difficult as merely having a complete account was more than enough to entice Luo to wait for as long as it took for you to gather your entourage. Given that you weren't allowed into the village, the task proved a bit more difficult that you expected. Ming was still away and you can innately sense Xin Lan wandering around the base of the mountain as well so both were out of reach unless you planned on screaming at the top of your lungs.
That only left the Brotherhood and Tigress. A few of the Library's leaders were still at the palace, mostly in Palace's library combing over old land deeds and the like to prepare for their people's integration. Tradition made them hesitant to share their tale with an outsider as they preferred to chronicle their own lives but upon learning that Luo was once their host's old master they seemed more agreeable to the idea. You ask for them to retrieve the others and Ming down in the village as you go and search for Tigress. Xin Lan would follow as soon as the word began to spread.
Tigress proved to be as difficult as you suspected. You somehow manage to dance through the minefield that is speaking with her and inform her that an old master of the Palace was visiting and he would very much like to hear her account of the last few months. While it wasn't the entire truth, it manages to play to her sense of duty enough that her tail flicks angrily at you but you take that as a sign of acknowledgement. She'd be there.
All you had to do now was wait and the wait doesn't take very long as something slams onto your back and swings around your neck. Xin Lan hug your neck tightly as they peer right into your eyes, nose twitching excitedly. "You have to take me to him. Now." They say swinging side to side. "Otherwise I'm telling my big brother to beat you up and I'll never give you another holiday gift again." You reach to grab them but they simply swing around to sit on your shoulders and cover your eyes.';
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String fullTitle = 'Setting Sun 2';
int postNumber = "5949791";
String image = SS_005.jpg;
String date = '03/12/24(Tue)10:16:17';
String comment = 'The Heavenly Emperor was imprisoned in His very own capital by traitors, and a call for heroes was issued to rescue Him from his imprisoners.
Close to the capital, a Coalition of Heroes has begun its conquest of the Great Swamp, the region holding the current Imperial Capital.
At the other end of the world; the Kindled Alliance based in the Stairway City, their ultimate goal unknown. Do they want to preserve the Heavenly Empire, or see it end?
But little did they know, the Emperor was missing, somewhere out in the woods, as vulnerable as any mortal.
Welcome to Setting Sun, a character-driven worldbuilding game. It is primarily story-driven and generally meant to showcase how settings can be focused on pulling as much drama out of a given circumstance and an array of character relationships rather than listing an assortment of factions.
New players can join, please ready the previous thread for rules.
To the anon who archived this for me, much appreciated!
Previous Thread:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.Can someone unretard me and help me understand how suptg works'
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String fullTitle = 'The Inside Place';
int postNumber = "5946861";
String image = TIPQ Header complete.png;
String date = '03/08/24(Fri)21:50:35';
String comment = 'Your name is Rodney King. Yes really- no relation.
Being a bit of a slacker and underachiever, you don't have much going for you in life right now. Entering young adulthood and independence was a big change for you, and was exciting for the first few years, but you already feel the creep of routine starting to come over your life. Your little job at a hardware store is enough for you for now- other then that, you just go home to sleep and play video games all day.
You live in a shitty, run down part of your city in a major metropolitan area. You can afford your rent, but it's not great. At least your landlord is nice, as far as landlords go. He gave you a discount for this specific apartment, because of its... unique living situation.';
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String fullTitle = 'Wheel of Time: Tree of Life';
int postNumber = "5946827";
String image = wheel of time header.jpg;
String date = '03/08/24(Fri)20:56:47';
String comment = 'The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the Mountains of Mist. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time.
But it was a beginning.
Born below the ever cloud-capped peaks that gave the mountains their name, the wind blew west, down through the Darkwood, and out through the grasslands of the Almoth Plain. Cold it swept through the tall grasslands, cold it howled against the walls of Almoth itself, howled down its cobbled lanes and through its square gardens, long and howling until it caught the coat of a young prince squared off against his master, two men armed with practice swords in one of the many secluded square gardens that dotted the great city.
Cold its howl found you, at the dawn of the day with sunset’s slow rise.
The Wolf Wind the peasants called it, its howl reaching down from the high peaks of the far eastern mountains promising snow and ice and all the pain of darkest winter. It meant nothing good.
You are Amalric al Amal of House Carlan, Prince of Falme. Your father is Amal al Osric, Lord of the Plain, First Keeper of the Tree, the Watcher on the Water, Guardian of the West, King of Almoth.
Your father’s master-at-arms was a dark skinned Tairen, currently flashing the gaps in his teeth through a beard ringed grin, sighting you down the length of his wooden blade. It was a poor imitation for the real sword he carried, a slender blade you’d seen him draw but once.
Vienma Sun, as foreign a name as everything else about him. His loose trousers tucked into his boots, the cuffs of his brown coat rolled up to bare his forearms. He was an age with your father, his woolly dark hair threaded with silver, but the two men couldn’t be less alike, your teacher moving through the world with a lightness of step and cheery grin that stood out among the dour people of Almoth.
He had left you gasping with a hard thrust to your chest, for a moment knocking the heavy thoughts from your head and the remaining sleep from your eyes.
“A fisherman rises with the sun, a prince should do so as well,” he said, “My father was a fisherman, he taught me this.”
Whatever his father had been, you knew there was a heron mark on Master Vienma’s sword.
“Your mind wanders. Is it the brides your father has brought for you? I would lose focus too.”';
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String fullTitle = 'Wild West Settlement Civ';
int postNumber = "5947288";
String image = wwsc.jpg;
String date = '03/09/24(Sat)12:18:03';
String comment = 'It's as if you've suddenly walked into a luxury hotel. Gold leaf adorns the carvings on the mahogany paneling, reflecting flickering gaslight. The chairs and divans are all velvet upholstery. Oil paintings hang on the wall (aggressively secured by screws): landscapes of dramatic canyons and grazing buffalo herds. The only indication that you're in a train car is the muted sound of the station whistle coming through the heavy damask curtains.
It's the sort of gaudy display one might expect from a man like Rupert Redwater, but it takes your breath away all the same. You walk briskly toward a crystal decanter of amber spirits, but decide you aren't bold enough to help yourself to the tycoon's bourbon, and take a seat by the curtained windows instead. The patter of rain and the warm glow of the gaslights sets you to musing again as you wait.
This meeting has to go well because...
>You're in serious debt to some serious people, and Mr. Redwater is one of the few that can make such problems go away.
>Your wife's illness has taken a turn for the worse, and Mr. Redwater employs some of the best doctors in the country
>This is the opportunity of a lifetime, a chance to finally restore your family fortune
>Write-in';
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String fullTitle = 'DC: Wardens of Nine Circles';
int postNumber = "5946815";
String image = Nine Circles.jpg;
String date = '03/08/24(Fri)20:43:52';
String comment = 'Today was your first day in high school. It has been a week since you moved out of your old home, your new employer was… understanding enough to allow it. Laying on your bed, you turn to the nightstand to see a small picture frame of your family. There was your mother and father, Nicholas Aligheri and Emily Alighieri. You were in your father’s arm while your siblings was in your mother’s.
You are
>Maxmillian Kolbe Alighieri
>Florence Nightingale Alighieri
A freshman in
>East Gotham High School
>Happy Harbor High School
>Star City High School
You take out a bowl of cereal then pour some milk over it. You reminded yourself to buy some groceries later, you got plenty of money in your bank account. However, running on five hours of sleep required caffeine and sugar, if you wanted food a take-out seemed more viable. After a quick shower, brushing your teeth, and dressing up, the clock read 7AM, and you had to be at 8:30AM. Walking to school took about twenty minutes. With some time to kill, you wondered what to do.
>Watch TV
>Sleep a little longer
>Take a quick jog';
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String fullTitle = 'The Mystery Dungeons 2e #5';
int postNumber = "5947684";
String image = youtubewatchr4sdwdtCiXQ.png;
String date = '03/09/24(Sat)20:19:35';
String comment = 'Hasty Misread Edition
>What is this?
"The Mystery Dungeons 2e" is a text-based role-playing game created to expand on the setting created by the spinoff series, Pokémon Mystery Dungeon. This has no story relation to the first quest, and is its own new story. Players still isekai themselves into the world and become Pokémon, going on adventures with their newfound guild mates! SFW ONLY
A deeper explanation of rules, related pages, and whatnot can be found here:
https://rentry.org/tmd2many_rules
>I'd like to participate!
Currently, we're at full capacity as far as threads on /qst/ are concerned. However, there's always the chance that space for another player may grow in the future, or that you simply wish to play outside of /qst/ and the quests hosted here. There are other ways to participate, about which you can learn and do here: https://matrix.to/#/#the-mystery-du
>Okay, now what?
After you've read up and familiarized yourself with the rules and setting, be sure to hop into the Element: https://matrix.to/#/#the-mystery-du
Character sheets and the guide to making them can be found here: https://rentry.org/tmd2many_charact
If you feel you might need help, feel free to ask!
Previous threads and summaries can be found here:
https://rentry.org/tmd2many_days
Our LIVE main adventures start on Tuesdays/Saturdays around 6:30PM CST in this thread!
Namefag as your character, with your item and level!
e.g. Sparks, Lv. 56 Pikachu
e.g. Sparks L.56 (Sneak Scarf/Team Shock)'
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String fullTitle = 'Civilization Thread';
int postNumber = "5946034";
String image = 98210913.png;
String date = '03/07/24(Thu)20:43:13';
String comment = 'Pick race and location';
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String fullTitle = 'The Graverobber's Daughter XIV';
int postNumber = "5946039";
String image = The Graverobber's Daughter Title Card.png;
String date = '03/07/24(Thu)20:47:37';
String comment = 'Therefore, it cannot be impressed enough upon the reader that given the width and breadth of the Imperial Whole, there is vanishingly little which may be considered 'typical' about Privileged Titles. Depending on where exactly in the Whole – and the authority bestowing it – the Title may be temporal, for life, or for line. Furthermore, the Title may Elevate an individual, or a family – and of course, who is considered family of the 'primary', and to what extent these 'secondaries' are Elevated is also variable. The final – and most important variability – is if the Title is Vested or Unvested. When an authority Elevates, any Privileges that are associated with the Elevation are limited to the extent of the Elevating authorities authority. To wit; a hypothetical Prince-Elector Elevates a Citizen, any and all Privileges that are afforded by this Elevation are in-force inside of the Demesne of this Prince-Elector and the Demesne or Holdings of any authorities that have been placed or kept underneath this Prince, expeditiously referred to from here on out as the lessers of an authority. If the Title is Unvested – or unrecognized by the Organs of State – then once the hypothetical Elevated Citizen is outside of the Demesne of the Elevating authority and his lessers , the Privileges of the Title cannot be considered in-force, and the Elevated Citizen is to be held as an equal to the basal Citizen in all matters and accounts of the Laws. Contrarily, if the Title is Vested – or recognized by the Organs of State – then Privileges are afforded to the Elevated Citizen throughout the Whole.
But attend well this distinction! The Privileges from a Vested Title that are in-force outside of the Demesne of the Elevating authority and his lessers may not be the self-same Privileges that are in-force inside. Quite commonly, the Privileges afforded by Vesting are fewer and meaner than those that were afforded by the Elevation. As a further font of confoundment, there are cases where the Privileges afforded by Vesting are greater than those that were afforded by the Elevation or of a different sort all-together, which raises into question which set of Privileges are in-force when the Elevated Citizen is in the Demesne of the Elevating authority and the authorities lessers. As of writing, jurisprudence and precedent hold that the Privileges afforded by Elevation are in-force, however, there have been a number of reversals and reverse-reversals on this point in living memory. For this, amongst other reasons, it behooves the newly Elevated to take a Solicitor on retainer, especially if the Elevated are desirous of affecting their Indemnity, the most fundamental of all Vested Privileges.
- A passage from Imperatives and Rights, a Treatise for the Named Subject on how Titles work. Note that there are few Titles that Subjects can hold, but it is not unheard of for a particularly worthy Subject to receive Citizenship and a Title simultaneously.';
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String fullTitle = 'The Adlershorst dynasty Quest 2';
int postNumber = "5945726";
String image = Flag of Greifswald.png;
String date = '03/07/24(Thu)13:45:50';
String comment = 'In the halls of Adlershorst, legends told,
Their only son, a crusader in heart,
Yet to arrive, playing his part.
To be worthy of the dukes of Greifswald, brave and bold.
Through battles fought and victories won,
Awaiting the return of their noble heir,
To honor their name with courage rare.
The family's legacy shines like the sun.
To face the challenges with honour bright,
In foreign lands where dreams are manifest,
He'll conquer fears and bask in golden light.
For in his father’s glory he is blessed,
All foes would be slain with his might,
He carries on with his Quest.
_________________________________
Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/u/Adlershorst'
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String fullTitle = 'PCQN- The Revolutionary Man - Prologue Finale';
int postNumber = "5944961";
String image = PCQ_RevolutionaryMan_Prologue_OP5.png;
String date = '03/06/24(Wed)14:39:55';
String comment = 'It was a common dream by now, a better one than the ones that had once disturbed you relentlessly. If you had known before that going to Emre would change the setting the dead found themselves in, you would have gone immediately, but you knew it wasn’t the location, but the time that had passed. Ten years, ten long years since the end of the Auratus War, of the Emrean Liberation. Years away from Vitelia, years with new people, new family, away from much of what was before. The memories of war and blood had faded, the sting of loss had receded to numbness. Instead of the mud and ash, the snow and the flames, you found yourself back at the Angel’s Dawn Coffee House, in the twin capes of the north of Emre. It was always bustling in your dreams, not solemn like it had been in truth. All those you had lost were there and doing what had once been done back in Lapizlazulli, or Sella Castella. Everybody had survived the trials of the war in these dreams, mingling with those you would meet later, and the coffee was as bright and pungent as it had been in the good old days. Visions of better times that you woke from with a smile upon your face.
This time was subtly different in a way you didn’t notice, until the subtlety melted away.
As ever, you found yourself outside the place. The surroundings were a blur- they were insignificant. There was no temptation to go anywhere else. A different mix seemed to be in the coffee house each time, though they were ever all familiar faces. The first change. Figures that you didn’t recognize, not even as a facsimile made by your mind of people you didn’t know like the friends and comrades of Jean-Phillipe Debon, whom you had managed to keep in touch with through odd mails.
The first person you sat beside with a small cup of espresso was Chiara to your right, the noble daughter who had taken you with her to tankery. She always looked different each time you came here, since you couldn’t be sure how ten years might have changed her. This time, she was dressed as boyishly as she had been in life, her hair tied in a neat ponytail, though she didn’t bind her chest as she once did, so she was unmistakably a lady.
“Good morning, Colonello Bonaventura,” she said, “I can’t help but be envious from what I’ve heard of you. You have been up to what I’d have liked to do, had I been more fortunate.”
These specters were also discomfortingly aware of their own passing. “I’ve done plenty I regret. Wouldn’t you also have liked to take your place at Leo’s side?”';
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String fullTitle = 'Pokemon Trainer Quest Part 24';
int postNumber = "5945155";
String image = Alex _Kitfox Crimson.png;
String date = '03/06/24(Wed)19:48:39';
String comment = 'Welcome back.
Rules are simple: Votes are tallied every hour, with whatever course of action being the most popular being the course of action taken. Write ins are encouraged and non-mutually exclusive votes will be combined if possible.
When a roll is called for, roll however many D100 are specified. 5- is a 'crit fail' and generally means something bad is about to happen. 95+ is a 'crit success' and generally means something good just happened. a 'crit success' trumps a crit fail. User input on both will be taken into consideration.
Inventory, pokemon stats and other links: https://docs.google.com/document/d/
New Discord for questions, discussions and announcements: https://discord.gg/MjDEYHTJ
For a short summary for the new and to recap:
You are Alex. A newly minted trainer and camping enthusiast just starting out on your journey at the age of seventeen after your father lost his job in order to help pay the bills. On the road, you met Fie, the Fire Gym Leader, Gareth a novice Aura Guardian on pilgrimage and Holly, a runaway heiress using a pseudonym. You've also made enemies of Team Green a group of violent, radical activists looking to abolish pokemon training.
Last time, you battled, trained and met back up with Jean and her friends, before getting into another battle with a Hex Maniac.'
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String fullTitle = 'Cleaner Quest #4';
int postNumber = "5944282";
String image = CLEANER.jpg;
String date = '03/05/24(Tue)19:08:48';
String comment = 'Your name? Nicole Smith. Occupation? Cleaner, a deniable asset used by massive megacorporations called the Alphabet Companies and anyone else willing to pay you to do a job for them. Such as your Handler, the person giving you the jobs and making sure you can feed yourself at the end of the day.
Which is good. Since not a lot of jobs are willing to hire a schizophrenic woman with anomalous abilities and four voices constantly screaming in her head. You make do, however. After all, how else are you going to survive in the City? You either find a job and do what you need to in order to survive or you die in the endless, twisting streets of the biggest City humanity has ever built (or may ever build).
The last few missions you've been on have been wild but manageable so far. You first managed to rectify a payment oversight with a casino your Handler was sponsoring without having to kill anyone or rob the place blind. In the process, you manage to make friends with two of their employees and managed to save the business from the owner's sheer incompetence in running a casino.
You also managed to kill a Silver Agent and stopped a Cleaner named Ashton from hunting you by calling off the bounty on you. While Ashton may still be a threat later, you managed to get some interesting information out of the fed and the man in the TV who speaks to you. Yes, you talk to your TV, he gives you valuable information. Don't question it.
You're almost finished with your latest mission, which is helping X-Corp (a militaristic Alphabet Company assigned with protecting the City from outside threats) get new recruits. After interrogating a Silver Agent they had locked and finding out their main issue with training recruits, you went through a hellish course with Kiara and bonded as allies in the process.
Now, you're busy showing off your anomalous powers by going through the mental training course. All in all, your life has been busy as hell and you're ready for it to all wind down for a moment. Though, is that possible? Or will it be endless jobs until you're crushed under the weight of the Powers that Be in this City?
One day. You'll get what you want. Somewhere safe with your friends. Nobody to hunt you down. No horrible jobs to grind you into the dirt. No need to consume copious drugs and stitch your body back together just to keep your mind and body half way stable. Someday.
Perhaps one day, you'll be a shining Star of the City that people will revere and respect. But for now? You're just Nicole.
ARCHIVE: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
PASTEBINS:
MAIN CHARACTER SHEET (has your stats + perks, inventory, and abilities): https://pastebin.com/3y638TfK
ALLIES (contains their stats, abilities, recruitment costs, and RAPPORT): https://pastebin.com/8gdVZBPe
MECHANICS (contains the explanation of stats, how stat checks work, and some other minor rules): https://pastebin.com/A9nLYWP6'
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String fullTitle = '"Super" """Villain""" Quest';
int postNumber = "5944238";
String image = villainously.png;
String date = '03/05/24(Tue)18:19:01';
String comment = '>In the name of all that is evil and unjust!
You are Carrie Cross and you've spent your whole life giving to the world without anything to show for it. Well it's about time you think... to take some back! You're done playing nice and by the rules, so why not start breaking them and playing nasty? Growing up with Saturday morning shows and your enduring obsession with them, will surely pay off now!
And what better way than the classic villain scheme of robbing a bank?! Ah, but how are you going to do it?
>Enter to the place and boldly announce yourself, as any true supervillain ought to!
>Begin things with a distraction, like a fire alarm or crashing a car into the place.
>Go in normal clothes and wait for the opportune moment to disguise yourself and strike!
>Elaborately infiltrate the bank and make your move from within.';
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String fullTitle = 'Cyberpunk Quest #2';
int postNumber = "5944098";
String image = Cyberpunk 2.png;
String date = '03/05/24(Tue)15:21:15';
String comment = 'You are Kai, a newly minted edgerunner trying to scrape by in Night City. A week ago your father, an NCPD netrunner, was murdered under suspicious circumstances during a Cyberpsycho attack on Kabuki Marketplace. You’re out looking for answers. Answers and eddies. Eddies to pay for your several ill mother’s medical expenses, eddies for more gear, eddies for information, eddies for allies. Everything in Night City has a price, and everyone has secrets, especially your family - Dad was an Edgrerunner for decades in secret, your Mom used to be a corpo scientist for Biotechnica, and even you're hiding your new line of work from almost everyone in your old life. The only person you can fully trust is yourself… and perhaps Alice, the ghostly AI that your netrunner father was working with in secret before they both got attacked on New Year’s Eve. The last few days have been busy with small jobs for the static Aldecaldo fixer Dakota, both solo and with other edgerunners. You’re still one of the freshest faces around Night City's shadows for now, but all it takes to end that is a single bullet - This line of work is a meat grinder, and runners are the meat.
2076.01.06, 13:25
Night City (Kabuki, your apartment)
Sitting down in your father’s old chair, you look at your reflection in the dark screens of his dormant comp. It’s a faint image, ghostly and somehow unreal - Shaking your head you look away from the screens, having had more than your fill of ghosts recently.
”Are you prepared for the journey, Kai?” Alice’s voice whispers within your mind, projected across a secured Net connection and directly into your neuralink. Her dulcet tones relax you a touch, and if you didn’t know better you’d swear she was standing beside you - that’s impossible of course. She’s dead. A ghost caught in the Net, human consciousness transformed into a kind of wild and unplanned artificial intelligence… Or at least that’s the best you’ve been able to make of the situation so far.
“...I am.” You speak the words aloud, preferring the control of verbal communication to the stuttery messiness of communication by pure thought. Reaching into the interior of your blue aramid jacket, a reward of sorts from your first job for your fixer Dakota, you grab a hold of a large device you’ve been concealed since your return from Kabuki’s roundabout marketplace.';
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String fullTitle = 'Bratty Stepmom Correction Quest';
int postNumber = "5943949";
String image = 6uqm9h.png;
String date = '03/05/24(Tue)11:09:23';
String comment = 'Your father remarried so you now have a bratty stepmom.
"You're still a virgin, aren't you? I never thought my stepson would be such a loser!"
Your smug bratty stepmom instantly mocks and belittles you.
> Who are you? (school bully, femboy, yakuza associate, delinquent with a heart of gold, ???)
> How will you correct your bratty stepmom? (spanking, blackmail, bribes, money, ???)';
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String fullTitle = 'Humanity - Fuck Yeah! #27';
int postNumber = "5943919";
String image = Humanity Fuck Yeah Quest Header.png;
String date = '03/05/24(Tue)09:55:52';
String comment = 'Your name is David "Gunny" Rockefeller, no relation.
A veteran of the united states marine corps, you find yourself in a far-out situation after an all-too-close encounter of the third kind!
In the last thread you secured a fortune in lost bitcoin, utilizing SHODAN's encryption-cracking prowess.
You revealed everything to your sister, who's currently trying to decide what exactly is even real or not.
And picked up an old friend, but not before dealing with a pesky federal agent who's been tailing you for some time now.
But during Agent Smith's interrogation, you seem to have happened upon a crude method of awakening someone's psychic potential.
There's a short lull now as both Redbone and Agent smith are sleeping off their psychic awakening, but it probably won't last long.
After all, there's always more trouble for you to get yourself into.
This time, on Humanity Fuck Yeah!
>Last Thread: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
>All Threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.
>Google Doc: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheet
>Discord Link: https://discord.gg/PYJ7Aa3zQF';