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String fullTitle = "Welcome to /quest/ - Quests";
int postNumber = "2";
String image = "";
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 = "Fate/Paradox Reincarnator: Part 19";
int postNumber = "4673670";
String image = "Paradox19.png";
String date = "02/28/21(Sun)08:55:27";
String comment = "The Grail War continues, and you've found yourself involved in an awkward family reunion.
You are Shinji Makiri, Ten years ago you suddenly found yourself with the memories of a complete past life that saw this world as a fictional story due to some unprecedented form of inter-dimensional transportation. Since that day, your new composite being has been working to change the grim future laid out for you.
To that end, you have done much, involving yourself with events and situations that have shifted the future away from the one that you once would have faced and instead onto one of uncertainty and chaos.
The Fifth Holy Grail War lies ahead of you, and the challenge and danger it represents to you, the people you care for and the world itself is far greater than you could have ever predicted. Though the grail might be corrupted and the war itself might be a sham, the stakes couldn't be higher.
Archive of Paradox Reincarnator: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.c
General Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.c
Status Menu: https://pastebin.com/AcNswEHq
Shinji Status Page: https://pastebin.com/UNxStSSQ
My Twitter: https://twitter.com/WhatIsAQM
Last Thread: >>4661477"
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String fullTitle = "STAR WARS: Battle Droid Quest #2";
int postNumber = "4673209";
String image = "110.png";
String date = "02/27/21(Sat)22:21:54";
String comment = "
You are SB-62, informally known as Stud Bucket. After a long period of transient deactivation in the snowy reaches of the icy planet CRONDRE, you have awoken at last to a galaxy changed from the times you knew during the Clone Wars. The Republic ceased to exist two decades ago, and ruling in it's place is the oppressive GALACTIC EMPIRE. Now it's up to you to revive the Confederacy of Independent Systems and try to make a change to this dark future, and with a little help, you might just be able to.
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String fullTitle = "Reptilian Infiltrator Quest";
int postNumber = "4672285";
String image = "Snake_Demon_by_carpenoctem.jpg";
String date = "02/27/21(Sat)14:26:47";
String comment = "For aeons, your people ruled the surface world. Your reign was so long that none cans ay when it started, or how many phases of mystical and technological advancement rose and fell, laying geological strata one over another in layers upon layers of glorious history. Slit pupils watched as gods and kings rose and fell, and the world was shaped to your will. It was not an age of reptiles, but rather multiple ages, such as to make the briefness of the current mammalian reign look like a single flicker of your nictating membrane.
Now, though, it seems long ago indeed. For many generations—long enough for even the long-lived elves to relegate it to the stuff of legends—your people have lived in pits and holes, in remotest jungles and the ruins and abandoned temples to gods who lay slumbering or dead. You are called dark and evil by the monkey-like mongrels who trod upon the bones and homesteads of your ancestors. Only the dragons remember you—those ancient wyrms old enough to recall, anyway, and so-called “heroes” the mammalian empires thin their numbers slowly but surely.
You are memory. You are myth. You are nightmare. You are Reptilian.
You will not fade. Observing the ancient calendars—for deep beneath the earth in your squalid caverns, how can one observe the stars proper?—your people’s priests read the heavens by proxy. The stars are due to align, to empower your people to something approaching greatness. However, no god worth your worship has ever given your people something for nothing, and no destiny comes calling to those who will not seek it out. It is yours to seize the moment.
In preparation for the great day, the priests anointed many a Reptilian with the Blessing of False Skin, allowing you and those like you to move amongst the mammal-folk as one of their own. Your scaly visage and true purpose hidden behind this mystical protection, you and your fellow infiltrators carefully studied of their degenerate cultures, bringing back intelligence and artifacts, and perfecting your ruses.
Now, at long last, the grand design of the priesthood is to be set into motion. The infiltrators are to be assigned their roles on the surface, to bring about the collapse of the hated hairy beasts and to retake the territory of your ancestors. Hundreds, maybe even thousands, were hatched and reared in your generation for just this purpose, and while yours is but a humble part in the great plan, you have awaited it as long as you can remember and are eager to usher in a better era for yourself and your long-suffering people.
Your mission begins today!";
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String fullTitle = "Evil ranger quest";
int postNumber = "4677197";
String image = "HoMM 3 Abyss mod.png";
String date = "03/02/21(Tue)06:02:36";
String comment = "Red Herring ranger. Blue Whale ranger. Pink Swordfish ranger. Three heroes; three Coastal Patrol power rangers.
Everyone in the town of Reefside knows and loves these wretched do-gooders. It's been almost a year since they first appeared out of nowhere, to stop queen Medusa's plans to sink first the city, and then the whole of California underwater.
All that biomass, all that fertile land that could be made into a beautiful continental shelf — yet the surface people have the gall to just sit on it! They deny their vast land to the creatures of the sea even as they pollute our waters, litter our shores and drill our seabed for oil. And the Rangers, these so-called heroes, keep thwarting queen Medusa's every attempt at bringing humans to justice. But that… can be reversed.
Queen Medusa ordered Codfather, her most resourceful ally, to find a solution to the rangers problem — and he did. Now the deepest chamber of the Abyssal Palace is overtaken by a crackling vortex of energy, connected straight to the Morphing grid; a vortex near completely identical to the naturally-occurring Fonts of power which gave the Rangers their abilities. A painstackingly reproduced morpher lays in Codfather's flipper, ready to be worn and activated; and within the vortex, a being destined to wear it slowly takes form.
A storm of colors and infinite possibilities surrounds you, permeates you. You are the clone; the evil ranger; made to destroy the good rangers once and for all. You're vaguely aware (for right now, the Morphing grid itself is open for you, even as it is forced to give you birth) that you're not the first evil ranger, but what does it matter? You're the one who won't fail. You bear the power of the Octopus, and no ranger is going to be a match for you.
As your identity solidifies, one color in particular feels right for you to wear. Which one?
>Green. There's something distinguished about it. An unheard yet vaguely familiar phrase comes to your lips: "Green with evil".
>Black. For as your heart is, so should be your appearance.
>Pink. There's something deceivingly potent about that color, a potential for cruelty unmatched by any other. However, too much pink energy can be dangerous…
>Crimson. The Red ranger is supposed to be the strongest of them all; you're going to prove you're even stronger! Who knows: maybe one day you'll have a team of your own?
>Silver. To serve as a reminder that there were noble reasons behind your creation? Or to indicate your quick and deadly nature?
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String fullTitle = "[Night Market] Prologue: Adrift";
int postNumber = "4672020";
String image = "d9vgqc0-48d88899-79a9-48f0-b8f5-351f243b5eb0.jpg";
String date = "02/27/21(Sat)11:34:43";
String comment = "It’s dark, kind of. Water surrounds your body, not that you could tell by the temperature which seems to perfectly match your own. You float face up towards an endless sky of stars, planets, inverted landscapes floating freely, and huge pools of brightly colored light. It’s peaceful here and almost painfully silent except for the occasional faint music of some distant creature’s song, or the sound of wind through something like crystals.
It’s been longer than you can remember since you had a coherent thought. You’ve been drifting on this perfectly mirror-smooth sea for what could either be hours or years, slipping in and out of a dream-like state. Some of the dreams are yours, but some… some feel like someone else’s. A **lot** of someone elses. It’s difficult to tell who you are between all the different memories.
>This quest is loosely based on the rules of D&D 5e. You will select a race, background, and class from among those available in 5e, which I will list the most common options for the particular setting when the choice is presented, but write-ins are generally welcome. For the first bit of character creation, I will take the first option to reach 3 votes.
First things first, who are you?
Race (Options with relevant subraces will be selected in another vote if chosen.)
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String fullTitle = "Legend of the Five Rings: Pursuit of Greatness, Session 5.75";
int postNumber = "4671316";
String image = "Seal_of_the_Scorpion_by_Mauro_Dal_Bo.jpg";
String date = "02/26/21(Fri)20:58:55";
String comment = "Your name is Bayushi Kimiko and though you were born to serve, you know you are destined for greatness.
It is the year 1083 and you are a samurai of the Bayushi family, and of the Scorpion Clan. One of the seven Great Clans of Rokugan, their purpose is to sacrifice their honour in the name of duty – only through under-handed deeds can the stability of the Emerald Empire be assured. As a warrior of this clan, manipulation and ruthlessness are the weapons that you shall wield against the Emperor's enemies.
You are currently attending court in the estate of Yogo Kanzaburo, the daimyō of Beiden, where a diplomat from the Lion Clan has been assassinated. You have been tasked with finding out who killed her, and framing a samurai of the Crane Clan for it.
>Welcome to a quest based off of the Legend of the Five Rings setting, a fantastical world bursting with conflict, intrigue and plenty of samurai drama. Previous experience or knowledge of the L5R setting is not important, as I plan on providing exposition as we go along. The player character is almost as inexperienced in this world as you are.
>In this quest, I use a simplified set of rules based loosely off of the 5th edition of the Legend of the Five Rings RPG. I will post the rules when they become relevant, but if you want to read them in advance, this link contains them as well as the character sheet for Bayushi Kimiko. This is not mandatory reading whatsoever:
>And though there are only a few threads so far, here's the archive:
>With that, I hope you'll enjoy the quest."
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String fullTitle = "Mountainhall";
int postNumber = "4674597";
String image = "19a96827b14f7cbb1a9ba2fddbb6e954.jpg";
String date = "02/28/21(Sun)19:56:42";
String comment = "Seven dwarves have left the comfort of their hearths and mushroom gardens to found a new Mountainhall in a foreign land.
You are their leader, Orin Opalstone.
What was your occupation before embarking on this expedition?
>Craftsdwarf: You were an artist and an artisan, every day practicing your trade in the faint hope of snatching immortality through the creation of a masterwork. Your failures have left you bitter and hollow; this expedition is a second chance at life, of sorts.
>Fighting-dwarf: You were a soldier in one of the dwarven military squads, tasked to defend the Hall from her enemies--at the cost of your own life if necessary. Over the years you climbed to the rank of captain, but now have grown too old to lead your dwarves. This expedition is a welcome retirement.
>Miner: You were one of the revered diggers, a miner-monk, a shaper of the mountain's flesh. Having abandoned all that is superficial, and burrowing ever deeper into the earth, you touched the naked void. This expedition is a battle against your encroaching madness.";
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String fullTitle = "Lute and Pillage: A Skirmjam Skirmish";
int postNumber = "4676551";
String image = "LuteAndPillageRules.jpg";
String date = "03/01/21(Mon)21:29:51";
String comment = "My entry for the skirmjam.
I'm kinda busy these days so signups will last a day and I will process one turn a day. New players can still join after the game begins and will be placed on the map at the end of the turn.";
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String fullTitle = "My Government Issued Small Titty Tomboy GF Vol. 2";
int postNumber = "4673774";
String image = "My Government Issued Small Titty Tomboy GF Vol II.png";
String date = "02/28/21(Sun)11:06:00";
String comment = "Previously on: My Government Issued Small Titty Tomboy GF -
(Thread Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.c
You are Martin King XXVIII, recovering doomer and tomboy enthusiast in the cyberpunk future.
After filling out some half-printed forms you've been delivered one small titty tomboy GF
Her name is Rebecca, "Reb" for short, and she soon warmed up your cold, dead [SOUL]! You also ran into an old frenemy, Dorothy, a Fornicator 3500 with a tsundere streak who you're starting to patch things up with.
After meeting with her, you decided to wageslave it up and take a job as a Used Cybernetics Refurbisher, picking dead flesh off of old implants for resale. It's there you met another acquaintance, Jabberwock, a creepy little gremlin of indeterminate gender who has a habit of snacking on the job.
ANYWAYS, your comfy time came to an abrupt end when your apartment was stormed by ALLCO. corporate goons, the rival of your side of town's corp, LO-INC. With a boot to the head, you were knocked out, cuffed, and dragged off, leaving your girls MIA.
Your current funds are [2793 CREDITS] and you have 1 point of [SOUL]. Oh, and you're still pretty addicted to synthnic, but you'll have to kick that habit another time. Right now, you've got some STUFF to take care of. Like..."
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String fullTitle = "Kenshi Monogatari Quest - I";
int postNumber = "4670851";
String image = "KMQ_1.jpg";
String date = "02/26/21(Fri)13:20:15";
String comment = "After the Nine Great Clans united the long-divided lands of Kiyoshu 30 years ago, the empire has entered a golden age of peace and prosperity. However, the will of the samurai lives on! Swordsmen and warriors all around the country still strive for strength and mastery, to compete and reach the very peak of martial skill!
You are Hiroshi Nobuyasu of the Hiroshi Clan, a vassal clan of the Toumi, one of the Nine Great Clans. From a young age, you have been exposed to the way of the sword, trained in the arts of the Toumi School of Swordsmanship. But as fate would have it… You aren’t particularly good at the discipline. In fact, despite your hard work and determination, it would be apt to say that you are rather inept. At best, you are average, no better than some nameless foot soldier. Yet, you are far from discouraged. As one who shows deep passion and appreciation for the blade, your perseverance holds you firm. Never faltering in the face of adversity. Never abandoning the sworn tenets of the samurai.
I’ll try to post as often as I can, but expect posts to mainly come on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Weekends. If the quest ropes in enough people, I may consider hosting sessions.
There will be light use of dice in this quest. For most rolls, we will use a 3d15, and I’ll take the best out of the first three rolls to determine the outcome/effectiveness of your action.
Have fun and enjoy playing!";
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String fullTitle = "STAR WARS - INTERREGNUM #3";
int postNumber = "4669323";
String image = "SWI - EP. 3 Title Image.png";
String date = "02/25/21(Thu)04:58:06";
String comment = "A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...
>>RECAP of the last thread:
The Exodus from Kakarit. The duel between Jedi Farren Gaelle and the Herald of Jombaral in the Womb of the world comes to a climactic ending. But his triumph is short-lived; a fleet comprised of twenty-eight Star Destroyer-class ships warps into the system, led by Moff Wilhuff Tarkin, to carry out the Base Delta Zero on Kakarit.
In a ploy of desperation to buy the refugees time to escape, Grand Shamanka Boslzoh and the Communion of Spirits turn the gaze of the Godseye skyward. However, treachery and tragedy befall the evacuation effort. In a fit of madness and misplaced pride, Warrior-King Trax kills Bos and takes the Communion hostage, demanding Farren raise the shield in an effort to preserve the planet from its destruction. But the Jedi is not deterred, blasting the hostages and the king’s men out of the way before slaying the traitorous regent in a pitched duel.
Yet all hope is not lost. The spirit of the Grand Shamanka lingered, offering words of comfort for the Communion and instructions to carry out her legacy. To Farren, she imparts shards of the Godseye, and a warning about the Sith Lords at the head of the Empire. With these final gifts given, Farren and the Communion depart from Kakarit aboard the Albatross, escaping the system and the wrath of the Empire with seven hundred Kakari refugees.
Upon his return to Mylar-3/Amagi, Farren is greeted by Master Larid. For his deeds and passing the Trial of Spirit, Larid bestows upon him the rank of Jedi Knight. From there, the pair exchange stories, and Larid divulges the identities of the Sith Lords. Much to Farren’s shock and horror, Darth Sidioius and Darth Vader are none other than the Supreme Chancellor Palpatine and Anakin Skywalker, the latter a friend from early years in the Order.
Master Larid departs from Amagi, pursuing a cadre of missing Younglings who've accidentally smuggled themselves into a warzone at the edge of the system. In his absence, Farren constructs a new pair of lightsabers, using the gift from Bos as the core for his new weapons. The following day, he sought Arotta Bashur, his erstwhile lover and rival, as she was being treated for injuries sustained by Jombaral. In a quiet ward room, they discussed their relationship, their conflicting emotions, and came to an understanding…
Previous Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.c
Character Pastebin (WIP): https://pastebin.com/u/TaskForceKaz
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String fullTitle = "Grasp the Stars: Stellar Empires - Reboot Edition #1";
int postNumber = "4670012";
String image = "Grasp of the Stars Rebooted.jpg";
String date = "02/25/21(Thu)19:23:57";
String comment = "Time shifts.
It staggers under the weight of crumbling potential, the structure of the world convulsing under the stresses of a great change insinuating itself into the universe.
Memory transforms itself back into thought as the pressure builds up inside your skull, a bone dam struggling to hold the human mind together. You clutch at your desk with blood flushed hands as knowledge attempts to build itself back up into organic history. Awareness starts to drip, then flood, into current perception.
The year is 3250 U.D, two hundred years after the events of The Quake - an unknown wave of energy from the heart of The Union that reached every star, every world, in the old empire. In a handful of seconds humanity was reduced to the galactic stone age.
The greatest achievements of a species crumbled into dust, failing in spectacular and unthinkable ways as if possessed or constructed for the singular purpose of self destruction. Yet the ruin did not end there, every fleet in FTL was never heard from again, entire worlds were turned to ash and waste in a matter of days, undoing the work of terraforming projects decades in the making. A chance handful of planets escaped harms notice, others taking their place with horrifying climate change or draining atmospheres that signaled the death knell for the people who called them home. Some worlds, like your world, cracked open at the poles and flung its mass into space never to be seen again.
This is what is known through two hundred years of listening, piecing together transmission fragments that made their way through the galaxy, two hundred years of trying to understand a cataclysm that many say could only be of divine origin.
Ares Prime, it was the place your ancestors called home, now an ancient ruin wracked by freak lightning, dust, and alkali storms, infested by an alien species who somehow manages to survive on a world too harsh for even basic plant life. From hundreds of miles above the caustic clouds your people live in the relative safety of Ares Station, a incomplete ringworld segment built by The Union engineers in the months of desperate rescue efforts following The Quake. It has been your home for thirty-six years, and it is in danger.
The pressing oceans of thought subside and you release the edge of your desk, the fine carved wood leaving imprints in your hands.
At the entryway to your office stands a figure whose body language seems to indicate concern.";
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String fullTitle = "Alternate History - Against all Odds Part 14";
int postNumber = "4675543";
String image = "SAPeople_14.jpg";
String date = "03/01/21(Mon)10:40:34";
String comment = "Following a war to subjugate the coastal savages to the north, a decade long overhaul of the road network has left the Empire's coffers empty, requiring further divine intervention in the economy.
We are greeting the Eighteenth Summer week's Middle in Loiur's 165th birthday of the Second Cycle.
In light of the Empire's recent economic reforms, father has done well in keeping the peace. With now well over 50 million new Eskbetz and 400 million new Xixz, whose value was debased from half an eskbet to a quarter eskbet, in circulation to accommodate for our ever growing population, many people were more than upset about the Empire's destruction of their life savings.
Cheeky devil that he was, father convinced the urban populations that they can take up their issues with him in the afterlife, where there is no threat to their corporeal integrity, thus making his successor - us - pay for it in this life.
Little do they know that father does not ascend to the afterlife, he remains shackled to this world, forever, like his forefathers had and my children will, living on within the ancestral Avatar, which again, we currently are.
Father has done a great many things to upset our people in his time, most egregiously of which was probably breathing.
It certainly doesn't help our case that we grew up with the same adorable creatures that fostered our people's resentment toward him to begin with.
Nevertheless, the people seem to not hold any disdain toward us, either this is father's cunning at work, or that blackguard lied to me and upset them some other way.
Whatever the case may be, now that he has passed, we are in control.
Reading through the weekly reports, we are beginning to wonder what kind of magic he used to keep the provinces from revolting, this is an absolute disaster.
Rules are pretty simple
>You are, at all times, the current de-facto Ruler of your people.
>There will be decisions after each Update.
>You may only pick ONE option, unless stated otherwise.
>Parenting options run parallel to the main-game and are their own separate decisions.
>When there is no Majority, a Tie will always be broken by the option that was chosen the earliest.
>This is an EXTREMELY SLOW quest, be prepared to wait, a lot.
Discord link for bonus content and shitposts
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String fullTitle = "Fallout Tale: Volume 1/Thread #1";
int postNumber = "4672462";
String image = "Fallout Tale.jpg";
String date = "02/27/21(Sat)16:04:19";
String comment = "Welcome to Fallout Tale. This is an autistic and half baked game that I created between the ages of sixteen and seventeen and felt like running again as a neat little side project. At the time of this post, I am currently twenty years old, and I’d like to believe I’ve improved over the years, which is why you may find an inconsistency in the quality and theming of the content you’re presented with. This is mostly because I’ve decided to create a bit of additional content to fill in the content barren or incomplete areas of the game. Although there’s a lot of poorly made content in the game, there is a ton to explore. I hope you as the player are able to enjoy the game and find a level of charm in it despite everything I've already said.
Fallout Tale is ultimately a game about pain, frustration, and suffering. So in an attempt to remain faithful to the original game/run, I will be pulling no punches(I’m normally a very merciful DM/GM/QM). You can expect your character to die unfairly, be permanently crippled for the stupidest of reasons, or to have everything you’ve worked for turned to dust and ashes in only a few hours. You may find a way to overcome this frustration and pain, and you might not. That’s really up to you.
Moving on, character creation is very simple and fast. First, you reply to this post while rolling 1d15. After that I will get back to you with your starting scenario and you can create a character around it. There are no classes or levels. After I’ve gotten back to you with your starting scenario, all you need to do is pick two of the SPECIAL attributes(strength, perception, endurance, charisma, intelligence, agility, and luck), a name, and gender for your character, then I'll put you in a random place or with someone else if you want to party up with someone.
Now that all that is out of the way, I will warn you that I am literally okay with anything and everything, and that you and others will be allowed to do anything you'd like if you are able to achieve it within the game world. An example of this is transplanting your brain into the body of a deathclaw. PvP is also completely on the table and you will receive no special protections from it. Now that you're done reading this wall of text, go ahead and roll 1d15 so we can proceed.
Some handy commands are:
/Surrounding(after posting this, I'll post a description of your character's surroundings)
/Map(after posting this, I'll post the game's map)
/Location(after posting this, I'll post your character's coordinates)
/Stats(after posting this, I'll post your character's current stats)
/Inventory(after posting this, I'll post your character's current inventory)
If you want to keep up with when the game is running then feel free to join my server:
Note: I will not be accepting any new players once the game has reached six regulars. If a regular leaves, I'll allow someone else to join.";