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"Jack....oy JACK!"

You snap out from your daydream. Bumpy road and claustrophobic room inside this metal truck is peaceful as ever, even before the oncoming storm. Your other teammates occupy themselves with their weapons or words of prayers. Only Captain Ridge stare at you with his authoritarian stare.

"Aye cap?", you crack your neck and arms, making a satisfactory crunching sound.

"Ya better stop with the empty look. Ya look like a PTSD vet even before the war started." He grin as he tap his head. The large metal slab "Susan" beside him is his weapon. Some may called it a shield but that modified riot shield is used like a metal bat AND a shield. No wonder his call-sign is "Ram".

"Yeah,yeah...", you slouch back to the cold wall. Not even a comfort in this damn truck. You began to daydream again before the driver interrupted you.

"ETA: 30 min. Get ready for some action Boys", and a thumbs-up to end his announcement.The whole squad began to tense as Ridge stand and debrief the situation.

"Alright boys and girls!" He rub his hands together and pat Susan,"Situation is pretty tense and our negotiation with them terrorist had been unsuccessful".

"That's what I thought!", Your support specialist suddenly shout.

"Settle down 'Cartridge' and get yer bet money back after the mission", Troy shrug while looking at Anya 'Tundra' Milkosky, the demolition expert, with a grin. Anya just rolled her eyes. "Now, we still havent figure out where the hostages are but we know the tangos are concentrating on the 2nd floor."

The squad groan a bit. Rescue mission in an apartment is a pain in the ass,especially with the landlord complaining about property damage. Cold fuckers.

"Anyways, the sky is clear with a refreshing breeze. Jarhead, get to the to building across and scan the tangos. Cartridge and Tundra, you both with me and Band-aid, stay frosty on the entrance". Doc Jess and sniper Liss nod. God damn twins scares you sometimes.

>"As for you-
>Give the call-sign

>"Flank them" (Assassin: Meele specialist and primary weapon is a combat knife)
>"Climb the other apartment and get ready to shoot" (Marksman: Range specialist, Primary weapon: Sniper Rifle (or Rifle))
>"Give em a great entrance (Tank: Soak damages. Primary:Large Hammer and Kevlar suit)
>"Stick with Band-aid" (Fighter: Damage specialist. Primary: Automatic rifle and baton)
>"Stick and cover us" (Support: Crowd control and healer specialist. Primary: SMG and medkit)

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The Western half of the wall is complete and the Eastern is making good progress. As you walk back to the inner wall you notice a lone truffle smearing mud on it.

When you attempt to communicate with them you get a basic response back "Gotta build too!"

You shake your cap and carry the truffle back to the nursery. It seems they snuck out while nobody was looking, but no harm done.

>Second Wall 7/10

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Working with Science-shroom has given the Spearshrooms chances to have battles when the occasional creature gets close.

That along with practice and driving away beasts too close to the wall construction has given them a new demeanor. They seem more confident in their abilities now.

>Spearshrooms S >>> HS

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Writing continues as Science-shroom takes the time to start writing about the various fish and birds. He notes how one bird has a very colorful beak, one fish jumps out of the water, but nothing too important as they are so small.

There is one entry that is concerning in his latest addition:

>Yellow Eyes: Four legged creature with pitch black fur. Followed us and attempted to confront a lone Spearshroom. Ran away when spear was leveled, had claws the size of spearheads.

>Bestiary 2/4

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[3 Actions]

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January 20th, 2037:

You stand in front of the priest. Millions of people across the country and the world watch as you raise your hand and take an oath of office. Shortly after you finish, you hear the words come out of the priest's mouth "Congratulations, you are now officially the President Of The United States". the crowd roars in eruption at the news as the band plays the music, everyone has welcomed you as the Leader of the United States.

its your First Day in Office, after settling in your new home in the White House, you enter the Oval Office and settle onto the seat multiple presidents have sat before you, this is Day 1 of President.

Stuff currently happening:

United States GDP Per Capita:
>$20,854,000

Military Budget:
>$824,000,000

Dow Jones:
>14,986,98, rising 576.99 (0.90%)

National Events:
>There's a Typhus Epidemic in Kentucky
>Chicago is listed as America's most dangerous city, with crimes occurring almost every hour
>High School Graduations have been slowly decreasing over the past years
>Taxes have increased over 28%
>Arizona is on a verge of Bankruptcy

World Events:
>Marcel Jean-Luis wins European Union election in a 68% victory
>Protest occur around Iraq after the president was accused of fraud
>There's currently a massive civil war in Haiti, killing over 6,000,000 people a day, and displacing over 1,000,000 refugees into the Dominican Republic, some of whom are trying to enter the United States
>Russia has finished building the Nechayev International Airport in St Petersburg which is currently the largest airport in the world
>China economy is quickly recovering after a coup which overthrew the Communist government five years before
>The Republic of Korea passes a new bill that will help educate the people in the north heavily brainwashed by the previous regime
>India invades Sri Lanka
>Polish President Joachim Nowak dies
>Zambia has proclaimed a State Of Emergency in its Western Province after Separatists bombed and killed 35 people in Lusaka
>NASA is sending its 9th Astronauts to Mars so it could help expand the Research Facility on the planet

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A Coffins descends to the moon of Horizon's Drop transporting an important cargo. The moonscape was quite different from when you first set foot on it in your attack against the Dagger base. Once barren and pale its surface was now a den of activity as shipyards build and repair starships and hangars filled to the brim with Nails and Gunships waiting for the day that an enemy may arrive.

The Coffin entered a hangar carved into the side of a cliff and landing gently to open its cargo door. Dirges floated forward to gently lift the cargo, a pair of med-pods each with an osjiic inside, and carry them to separate hovercraft.

Standing nearby were Predator Eiton and Voidknight Lorgul who watched the arrival of the pair. Lorgul looked into the med-pod containing the Voidsinger, "A strong one. Probably won't have be a Disciple for long."

Eiton nods as he approaches the pod containing Orvca, "Orvca was one of those I considered to be a potential Predator. Disciplehood will prove if I was right."

The Voidknight chuckled, "I'm sure Nekris would approve," he said and glanced at Eiton only to clack his teeth as the Predator went silent, "Eiton, do not mope. Nekris was my brother as well. He was a warrior, not as strong as I of course, but he was formidable and knew that death is a possibility for all. Even for us forged and created from the deaths of others. All we can do is continue to fight and move on," he started to feel somewhat self-conscious, the Voidknight rarely speaking so much.

Eiton chuckles and nods, "You are right, brother. All I can do is attempt to build the Predator Order into something he would be proud of," he hops onto the hovercraft, "Let us go induct our new recruits. Make our orders stronger."

Lifting onto his own hovercraft next to the med-pod with a rippled of voidlight Lorgul laughs, "Wormstar guide you, brother," he says as the craft quickly move off into the miles of tunnels that honeycombed the moon, each heading toward their own temples to welcome their living students into undeath.

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You are an exiled colony from a dictatorship planet. After years on space,your colony found a planet with life supporting condition. Your colony decided to land on it and settle a new home there.

the rule is simple, roll dice to determine choice pick, 2d10. 1st dice with the highest number on 5 first post get the action. 2nd dice determine the success

Actions:
1. Establish Basic Order
2. Unpack Building Materials
3. Scan nearby Area.

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OH SHIT NIGGER(s) it's an adventure about killing vampires n shit.

4 vampire hunters is going to infiltrate a vampire castle to kill the head vampire there for casting a spell than kept the world at perpetual night time.
Each hunter needs at least 1 player to be the voices in their head to tell them what to do n shit.

Just name yourself something with the highlighted title under the hunter to identify which team you're going with. Example: Regular Hunter Faggot -> Controls Oswell the regular Hunter
Need at least 1 player for each dude
The more players each character has, the more rerolls that team gets.


Currently the party is snooping around the second floor, having just defeated a group of living armors.

Previous threads:
http://pastebin.com/sR3G3F2A
https://www.mediafire.com/folder/ici3zlnn9ytyy/ADVENTURES

https://twitter.com/notapaladin

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I tried to do a ninja quest yesterday and just didn't, so I'm starting over, and you are too.

Your name is Hizuyo, a young rebel fighting against the local shogun, dressed in black and trained in martial arts. Neither of those things seemed to help as you and your partner Hamaya were found on one of the estates of a samurai, and your partner dove to take an arrow for you.

Now it seems Hamaya is dead or dying, his stolen Kodachi is lying on the ground and the one that shot him is either keeping watch or is on their way to you now. There is also a very pretty flower right next to you.

What do you do? Grab the Kodachi, the flower, your partner Hamaya? Or do you wait? It's up to you.

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In the year 1986, crime in America is at an all-time high. Criminals, drugs, and guns flow into the country from everywhere in the world, and the gateway to it all is the coastal paradise, Heat City. On the neon-soaked streets of this beating heart of scum and villany, you can get whatever you want -- if you can pay the price.

You are Johnny the thug, and ever since you agreed to take one small job for the Bratva, your life has gone sideways. One thing led to another as you made enemies of one half of the city's underworld, and then the other half. With the help of some new friends -- Alex the enforcer, Nick the thief, and the Yamada family -- you went all-in and led a daring heist on the Triad's skyscraper fortress, Dragon's Nest. It went great until you were shot and fell off the roof, twenty-five stories down.

With luck or fate on your side, and the help of your friends, you survived to tell the tale. But you haven't forgotten that someone out there has been playing games with you, pitting the city's criminal syndicates against each other with you caught in the middle. You're going to find out who it is, and make them pay.

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An old woman walked up to me this morning, and I greeted her since she seemed so lonely. But she kicked over my cup! People were running all over to collect it and keep it for themselves. I desperately needed that money, since the bad men that took me in said I had to make some money if I wanted something to eat. I am only grateful that some of the townsfolk gave me what little change I had back after the woman had left...
Her cruelty reminds me of the Scary Monster Lady that burned my village down. Many people were hurt, but they managed to hide away and survive... What should I do?
Pic related, this is a bit like her

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Is it always this warm out here? The sun bakes the sand and you with it, until somewhere along the wandering paths you end up more sweat-caked sand than human being.

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But it was not always thus. And in nooks and crannies of old places, buildings stick out of the sand. The bones of old peering, and we the little scavengers among them. Here this way station offers water from a mostly dry well and shade beneath broken roofs and splintered awnings weatherbeaten and half decayed.

An old well, enough walls to keep out the wind and the winding paths of strangers meeting for a moment of respite. Strike a fire from the detritus, exchange glances followed by hands followed by words. Drink until the well croaks dry at last. Should a storm roll in, it may be the last rest to be had for a while.

>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VnTMe6uJ2MI

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You are Lieutenant Richter Von Tracht, officer of Armor and commander of the 5th platoon of Von Blum’s 3rd Company of Panzers for the Army of Strossvald. You are deployed on the southern border on the Glennz river, against the rival country of Valsten, on the river island city of Salzbrucke.

Perhaps once there was a fantasy that the animosity would fade, and that the arrayed armies would never come to blows, but you had volunteered for a secret mission that would take place early next morning which would obliterate any hope of avoiding war.

A daring river crossing raid, whose objective was to destroy large fortified siege guns that the southerners had set up in preparation for a conflict. It was to be executed mostly by lightly armed infantrymen; your role as armor officer was merely as muscle in the case that they ran into something too heavy for them to deal with.

While the notion that you weren’t likely to be needed might have been meant to be comforting, it only made you absolutely certain that something would go terribly wrong.

In preparation for the war that was coming on the morrow, you had taken steps to move your fiancée out of the frontlines. Maddalyn Von Blum, your (arranged) wife to be, had taken a role in your armor crew as an unofficial radio operator and expert on supernatural bollocks the academy never trained you for. You had decided that, now that a real war was on, that you would replace her with an actual soldier and not risk having your marriage prospects quite literally blow up in your face.

You hadn’t told her of these plans yet, though. Maddalyn, despite her frail and diminutive form and lack of any combat training, not to mention the rather important fact that she was blind and could only see because of bizarre creatures that lived in her skull, seemed rather set on accompanying you no matter the circumstances. You would be forced to tell her that that would simply not do.

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You awake confused and disoriented. You struggle to remember, you know that you're forgetting something important. At last you find what you're looking for, you remember making the most important choice of the rest of your life.

You chose
>Proud eagle, it's very presence revealing its divine majesty.
>Rotting skull, a blazing comet stamped on its forehead.
>Shield, a lion's head proudly displayed on its front.
>Crimson dragon, about to take off into the sky.
>Medallion, made to look like a wolf's head.
>Spider, hanging on by a thread.
>Sun, warm yet overwhelming.

You look around and see a door that does not belong. It tells you everything you need to know.

You smile, not a happy smile but one that shows acceptance and grim determination. You knew what awaits you, the horrors you'll have to face. Yet, you had time. Not enough, nowhere near enough, but you had time.

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Grizzled space pirate: "She said her name was Cristal Cutless, have y'heard of her?"

"No, this is the first we've heard of her, but be careful. If she blew up that ship of endangered xenopusses who knows what other heartless thing she's capable of."

"Endangered? Just how many are there in the galaxy?"

"Just one, now. She will be waiting for a ship, and a husband, that never arrives." The voice sighs.

"I see," says the grizzled space pirate. "Why was the ship full of explosives?"

"The male xenopuss, Octavian, he's a paranoid fella, being the second-last of his kind. He filled the ship with defensive weapons to bring back to his home planet. Being paranoid didn't work out for him in the end though, did it?"

"Mmm, mmm.... all right. I'll be careful and thanks for ther information. I'll wire y'some jink for your trouble."

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You are Cristal Cutlass. Aspiring Space Queen pirate of space and the gwatest pirate in all existence!

Stowed away on a cargo ship from your home planet on a quest to discover your ancestral planet of earth, your secret aspirations of living the life of a pirate have taken over your ambitions.

So far you have accidentally blown up a cargo ship and kidnapped one of its occupants, Octavian, a xenopuss! After the explosion both you and your new found companion blasted off in an emergency pod and landed on a Jungle planet where you've had a recent run in with its Amazonian-esque occupants!

Making an emergency call on Octavian's comm you have summoned the space pirates who had come after your explosion to salvage from the wrecked ship. You have challenged and lured them with the line, "if you think you have what it takes to steal the treasure of the greatest space pirate, then come and get me!!"

While you don't really have any treasure, you are hoping they do, and that they bring some of it with them.

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There is one inventory item I forgot: You have one terrestrial cell phone you brought with you on your adventure.

(Cont)

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Previous threads:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Cyberpunk%Demonslayer
We take the perspective of Krystal, Imperator of an extreme religious sect dedicated to the god of storms (who she knows personally and has had sex with) on the day of the sixth birthday of the gods' daughter.

...

You wake up and stretch yourself out, staring down at your wife sleeping next to you.
"Guuuuh... morning, Tsuyoi."
She stirs and sits up.
"Morning, Krystal..." she mutters, giving you a kiss.
"Isn't it Aisha's birthday..?"
"Yeah. I'll go meet Alagos, make sure he doesn't drink coffee again."
Tsuyoi shudders, and gets up to take a bath.
You put on your armor and blink the sleep out of your eyes before walking to your kids' bedroom.
...very odd kids. The first, Kasai, is an adopted dragon, and the second, Azeila, is a daemonette born under interesting (and possibly incriminating) circumstances.
They're both sound asleep.

>[]Gently shake them awake. Can't let these little shits miss breakfast.
>[]Make a really loud noise.
>[]Leave them, they need to learn to get up by themselves.
>[]Other.

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Your name is Theo. You are a twenty one year old kid on some coastal town on the pacific american coast, and for some reason despite your age and the current year, you want to be a pirate.

You ignore the fact that the pirate fantasy was during the seventeenth through eighteenth centuries, and that pirating in the pacific coast today is near suicide, because you were raised to follow dreams, dammit. Pirates were men unbounded by laws on watery worlds outside every jurisdiction. Each man's vessel was his own kingdom, where he was truly a free man. In the past, this fact was a mere matter of fact; today, it seems the most valuable of luxuries.

Although like many children, you were raised hearing and reading about fictionalized and real life pirate stories, your reimagination of the fantasy came from...

> A: Drama Student: After some years of character study, you are used to the idea of acting out characters that have much richer histories than your own boring life. In a way, your fantastic imagination complements your ability as a working thespian because you can put yourself into a very convincing act. A recent role in a pirate themed play sparked your dream to become a modern day pirate, and you want to fully explore this role until you practically transform into the character-- permanently [Theo starts with strong speech skills]
> B: Explorer: Born too late to explore the world, born too early to explore the galaxy, but born just in time to explore the ocean! You have reason to believe that even with satellite technology and a globally connected world, much of the world's oceans are unexplored. Minor island cultures, new ocean species, unusual geographic features; all never before looked upon by civilized eyes! You adored the fantasy of the pirate being an explorer in exotic lands. You've taken great study to learn practical and contemporary navigation methods, including stargazing, cartography, and geography. [Theo will start with strong navigation skills]