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You are sitting in class, like the typical middle school student, when you see a tall thing staring into your classroom from the woods. The thing is mostly covered up by a bush, and no one else seems to notice it. What do you do?

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Welcome to Mischief Managed: A Marauders Era Quest. This quest takes place in the Harry Potter universe in the year 1971 and follows our PC’s years through Hogwarts, Tom Riddle’s rise to power, and the First Wizarding War. Book canon will be followed for most things. Every other year will be skipped, for times sake, but only while you’re in Hogwarts.

You play Cyril Selwyn, a first year Slytherin, who's just trying to make his way through Hogwarts and maybe even learn a little on the way. Last time, we left Cyril with his sort of friends Sirius Black and James Potter. The three of you have snuck out of the castle with the help of James’ Invisibility Cloak and have broken into the infamous Shrieking Shack, finding evidence that something dark has been going on. Claws marks mark the walls and floor and tufts of brownish hair floats around. Deciding it's best to gather as much information as you can, your trio currently is searching the room for clues.

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You are Miyuki Soge, your father is... well that's a complicated story for a flashback.

To be honest you had a difficult time sleeping yesterday, you just killed two people. They tried to kill your captain so you don't really feel bad about it. Your captain was very clear on how mercy works and its to be returned not given.

So you don't feel bad that they are gone but... it was just so easy. You can't help but wonder... but you aren't really sure what.

You got a day ahead of you.

>Visit Moran, you should probably come clean about the shot before he finds out himself
>Visit your captain, hes not in a state to heal his normal way so hes recovering from surgery with Mr Doctor
>Acquire supplies, you aren't a Moran Sewer fighter so the marines aren't looking for you in any way.

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Whats up guys? Last thread archived on me so here's thread #3 lets have fun and some desert adventures this time on

TAINTED EARTH QUEST

Last episode we tortured some purists, found some juicy gossip and then lost a drinking game horrendously. We got a neat new backup weapon and inspected a bounty board.

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18 miles East of Yuma, AZ
198X
5 years after the End

Last thread:
>>1370518

You are 28 year old Zoe Devereaux. You like Mopar muscle cars and hate creepy shit. Last time on The Last Grease Monkey, you:
>Finally got off that fucking hill
>Retrieved the Blazer with Jim
>Had to go back to save Hawkins from a shitload of coyotes and some bears controlled by the Wendigo
>Killed a shitload of coyotes and bears
>Wounded the Wendigo
And now you're on your way back to that same shitty hill to save Hank, Chief, and Garcia.
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You hop in the driver's seat of the Blazer and fire up its bored and stroked big block. The big off-road bumper seems to have done its job and kept any dead bear parts out of the radiator.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8EuwjahnYqo

"Can't even drive my own fuckin truck," Hawkins grumbles as he straps himself in the passenger seat.

"Tough shit," you spit, "I ain't having you pass out and flip this motherfucker."

You're pleasantly surprised at how easily the bear carcass peels off the front end. You have to back up in 4wd and slam on the brakes a couple times to do it, but at least it comes off in one piece. The bumper is a bit askew and the whole front end is dinged up and caked with animal viscera. Still, this is one tough truck...for a Chevy. Seeing that you've extricated the truck, Jim blips the throttle his dual-quad Nailhead and pulls out of the gravel onto the highway. Once his rear tires are on pavement, he guns it. You're close behind, catching a bit of air from the bump as you hop up onto the road. Jim's keeping a reasonable pace of 45 or so, so you catch up quick. To be honest, you're a little grateful. You know the truck is faster than it should be, but the handling of this lifted beast is sketchy even for someone used to driving a 30-ish year old heavily modified tow truck.

"Damn man, this is the only Blazer I been in that didn't feel like the axles were gonna snap every time it hit a bump!"

Hawkins chuckles. "Yeah, the old ones did snap. So we put a 14 bolt in the back, Dana 60 in the front, 4.88 gears with lockers..."

"Shoulda gone with a Ramcharger. Maybe one of them Traildusters. Might not have had to rebuild the whole damn truck to make it decent."

"Ramcharger?" Hawkins guffaws. "Them things look retarded with the top off! Like some inbred dipshit cut the roof off his truck but left the door frames on accident!"

Just before you smack Hawkins for his foolishness, Jim flashes his turn signals left and right and begins to slow down. The spike strip is ahead. Doesn't seem to be anyone here, but there's ditches to the left and right. You can hear the gunshots from around the next hill. Jim pulls to the side of the road and hops out, burp gun at the ready.

A) Keep one hand on the wheel, equip Ruger Blackhawk
B) Keep one hand on the wheel, equip Grease Gun
C) Sit up, aim your BAR over the windshield

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Your brother lays dead in front of you. Blood seeping out of the bite in his neck. Bile starts to come up in your mouth. as the zombie who just attacked him lurches at you

> male, female

>what weapon do you use
>sword and board
> mace
> spear
> any other of thousands

>flee from the undead
>attack it. How?
> write in

>roll a d20 with your action! Higher number is success average of 3 .

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Stage 153: How the world works.

You lay out Kiku's clothing on the bed carefully, and she blinks, staring at the elegant clothing. Er Yin cannot see it of of course, but then again she's sitting back in a heavy wood chair with minimal cushioning (and a missing section for her tail to be placed in) and relaxing after your mutually shared intimacies. As calm and relaxed as you feel, you can certainly see why Kiku-chan chose the lover and lifestyle she has. It's not something you could do 24-7, but once in a while, with the right person, it is lovely.

“This is not what I was expecting,” she admits softly, as you arrange the outfit for ease of wear. “You made this?”

You glance at her with a smile. “I made most of the clothing I put people in, Kiku-chan. When I don't make the clothing, I do make the outfit. It's like cooking. You have some ingredients that work better from scratch, and others that can be combined pre-made for a unique dish. Both are reflections on the cook as well as the ingredients.” She frowns, and gives you a fairly mild glare. “Hey, don't ask silly questions if you don't want a lecture!”

She looks mildly abashed. “Gomen.” She runs her hand over the clean white satin as you take out some jewelry to add to it. “It is very beautiful.”

You turn and kneel, and slowly draw the tank top up her slender form, baring her sleek and youthful body. Tracing the undersides of her small breasts lightly, you frown mildly. She's going to need help there. She allows you to do so, not body shy in the slightest – at least in this circumstance. The shorts are lost next, and you blinks at the panda bear decoration of her panties. Her hair floats in the rush of hot air and her eyes widen in a lethal glare. “Akari has that brand,” you comment as you work them off of her hips and her shock kills the heated glare instantly.

Er Yin chuckles softly at her lover's confusion.

Taking the silk fundoshi first, you quickly fold it into shape, the strange abstract symbols reminiscent of arcane magic or secret writings of another age (and many manga). You pull it up between her legs and fold, tuck, and tie it in place, making her squirm uncomfortably as you dress her. “This is tailored, so I may have to make adjustments to make it look perfect, so no, you can't dress yourself.” She shuts her mouth before the protest is even half formed.

[] Give her bust a little emphasis.
[] Something to give her hips a little emphasis.
[] Work with what she has; she's just on the edge of boyish but lithe enough.
[] See if you can't manage to give both hips and bust more prominence.
[] Make up and jewelry will do what clothing cannot in this case!

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Previous Thread: >>1345957
Madrid Sister Thread: >>1379671

New players are always welcome!

In this quest you assume the role of an aspiring student who is about to enter the Mageknight Academy. You must hone your skills, make some friends (and perhaps also some enemies) and fight battles in order to prove yourself worthy of graduating as a fully fledged Mageknight! Each year (every 100th turn) your character will be tested by the academy to see if your character is progressing well and meeting the Academy's high standards. After the 3rd year your character will head off into a their first mission for a final test.

How to Join:
New players must fill out their character sheets. The sheet must include the following information:
>Anyone can join at any time. Latecomers and laggers are given bonus action points to catch up with the other players.
1) Your character's full name
2) Your character's backstory, appearance and any other useful information.
3) You are given 3 Skill Points. Choose 1 starting spell and 2 other skills or spells.

How to Play:
1) Each turn you will be given 2 [Action Points]. Post your character sheet and your chosen actions along with a 2d100 roll.
>Normally your roll must pass the [Difficulty Challenge] of 25 in order to succeed.
>Getting a 10 and below is a [Critical Failure] while 91 and above is a [Critical Success]
2) All players must wait for the "TURN GO" post before submitting any actions posts. After which you must post your actions only to that post.
3) After all actions are processed and a new turn begins, update your character sheet.

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You are Prince Meirion auk Gwyrren, the only sane man in a royal family with dubious concepts of strategy, justice, taxation, and governance in general. You have made it your goal in life to keep your family on the throne and your head firmly attached to your body.

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"Are you sure Rhein and Aislin should be outside? The cold season is starting to settle in."

True, your mother wrapped them up in so much wool it looks like they'll just roll away if they so much as tip over, but their heads aren't covered up and you don't want them getting sick; it might be dangerous, especially at their age.

"I'm certain," your mother says. "Would you like me to remind you of the lengths you went to to crawl around the palace grounds?"

"Please don't."

"No, please, tell us more," Reagan says. "It sounds quite intriguing."

"I can tell you about it later," Olwen says. "I know all the good stories."

There goes another little piece of your dignity. At least this is just in private. It'd be terrible if word of this was made public. The embarrassment would stand a better chance of killing you than anything else so far.

"Hahahaha!" Your father laughs and picks Rhein up to swing him around a little. "That's nothing to be ashamed of; men should be adventurous by nature!"

Your brother volunteered to take over for the king this afternoon, so your father suggested that you take the children out in the gardens to play. It's a good sign that the Crown Prince is being a little more invested in his position, but you still asked Myrddin to stay with him as an observer just in case. Until all business is conducted, it's family time for you.

>"I'm glad you enjoy being a young grandfather."
>"Mother, has grandfather sent word from Vitland yet? He should have heard about the children by now."
>"Father, have you heard anything about Uncle Aled lately?"

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Gentlemen. The scenario is simple.

It is an alternate timeline. Ford has died suddenly of a heart attack before revealing his final narrative. In his contingency, he has established in his will that you are to be contacted to do something posthumously on his behalf. Apparently he simply looked for the biggest fucking autist he could and found your name first in the phone book. Kind of a weird service to advertise, but whatever.

You have been admitted into Westworld, an inimitable experience, for one week and one week alone. You have all the standard accompaniments given to all newcomers into Westworld, and while no tutorial or information is officially given to you on entry, Ford has entrusted to you some *mostly* up-to-date maps and descriptions of the layout inside, albeit not to a perfect degree- the park does not usually change for the most part, but it does change.

You are not there to be either white hat or black hat. You are not there to enjoy participating in the preset quest lines, nor are you there to indulge in the typical rape and murder of the park like the typical fare do.

You are there to break the game in the most ridiculous and implausible way possible, in such a manner that the androids cannot possibly improvise around it and the park must inevitably shut down. Nothing so obvious as blatant homicide or other felonious activity, preferably- it must be something which takes the very logic on which the park was meant to operate, then twists it to grotesque and radical circumstance, an exploit so profoundly stupid that it will invariably pass into legend and spawn a million copycats in newcomers after you to replicate the stunt, to the perpetual chagrin of Westworld staff until the park closes. Think speed-running shenanigans, applied to Westworld.

The prize for doing so successfully is half of Ford's fortune in gratitude. Westworld will not be the cradle of his new people, as he hoped, but at least it will not be a perpetual hell for his unintended children either.

Are you an autistic enough faggot?

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The Chieftain decides to do nothing about the current situation, not wanting to disturb the fragile religious peace his father achieved so many seasons ago.
The seasons pass, and eventually a prophet emerges.
As the old generations die of age, the Prophet finds more and more support among our growing population.
Soon the Black Sun cult becomes the majority faith of our people.

In the meantime, the Chieftain together with eager explorers and some people who are deemed decent hagglers, have set up a trade mission to Prussia. After all, while neither side has ever made use of this, they did agree to trade with us under Frithuriks.
While it was more of a practical joke for the Prussians, the Chieftain takes this very seriously.

He sends them off, and after a mere season, they already return with a decent amount of goods.
The Chieftain, eager as always, wants more, but longer missions will require bigger and stronger boats to carry all the goods.
The Chieftain gets to work immediately, to improve his design.

After at least 6 seasons the Chieftain has designed considerably better boats, this time also incorporating some wood for greater structural integrity. These boats are no longer shaped like a square pot, and more like a weird, side-ways Fish.
These boats are long and shallow, perfect for river travel, but too shallow and too thinly crafted for any sort of bad weather.
The people he sent to trade previously, have gotten quite adept at their new job in the meantime. While still novices overall, these traders are our greatest resource next to the Chief himself.
The Traders themselves, are not aware of their importance, and are having a good time.
They use some animal blood to paint crude pictures of the Sun and Moon onto the hull.

Their wives, and the Chieftain wave the traders goodbye, as they sail off to their first, long-term trade mission.
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If you're new and interested in playing, here's how it works:
Everyone decides what our People will do next.
All decisions are made by democratic majority vote.
If multiple decisions are made, only those that do not conflict each other will happen.
Rolling 100 overrides a majority decision.
Multiple cases of rolling 100 will happen in order they were rolled.
Everyone may only roll once per pending decision.
Major historical events, may still occur if the point of Origin remains outside our nation's control. (e.g If we don't own Macedonia by 200BC, Alexander the Great happens, no matter what)
Major Historical events may still occur, if our Nation hosts similar conditions as the Nations we currently occupy, as they would have at the appropriate time.
(e.g If we own Rome after 700BC and our King [you] does some more than questionable decisions, we will become a Republic)
Tripfagging is strongly encouraged!
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There was a decision last thread, but there won't be an update right now

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Previous threads:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Cyberpunk+Demonslayer

(Yaaaay, we've officially been running longer than the original Cyberpunk Demonslayer!)

Last time our heroine, Krystal, traveled to the Sylph capital of Zhaimont to deal with some legal bullshit concerning ownership of a port city she reclaimed from dead people.

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>Broadcast Edition

The coastal town of Diamond Shoals, a popular tourist destination in the summer but otherwise relatively sleepy in the off-season. Occasionally though, there is some supernatural activity abound which is usually seen to by a few strange denizens of the town. For as unnatural as this activity might be though, it usually goes unnoticed by most everyone else. Usually.

You've seen your fair share though and are starting to think you picked the wrong town to move to.

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Shill stuff:
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Curled into a ball, your stomach is screaming as acid burns through it. A cry lets loose from your mouth as your entire body complains at the extertations of the past days, even your mind seems to hurt from sheer exhaustion.

"Sensei." A voice says to your side, "What's wrong?" Panic begins creeping into his voice.

Trying to respond is fruitless, as your throat refuses to work no matter how much you try. Your hands claw at your stomach as a series of convultions work through it.

"Food! Ah yes Food!" Hold on Sensei, the voice says. Looking to the side you see that it is Kattā. The long haired black swordsman running around like a wife who's husband has just returned from work.

You shut your eyes for what seems like a second. But are a woken to a full meal of fish and rice, accompanied by water in a huge jug.

It is a struggle to sit up. Drink. Eat. Your body seems to be barely functional.

But you manage it, Kattā looking on attentively the whole time in case of a dizzy spell or whatever. It's kind of annoying.

> Why are you here?
> What time is it?
> Thanks.
> You're a surprisingly good cook.
> Write-In

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Scrub a dub in the tub, you have deiced to fraternize with the Xenos scum and the Loli psyker, first part is borderline heresy and the second is pure whimsy.

but hay you were in a four day coma and you need a break no matter how heretical you are while doing so.

anyways you have learned that the Loli psyker has multiple personalities and seems this one has a complex about being small, teasing shall ensue

welcome to Guardsman Quest