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"Who are you? Why do you live? What is your purpose?" Those words that resonated in your head starts to fade as your alarm clock rings. You lazily push yourself up from your bed. You peer out of the window to see outside of your run down apartment. At that very moment, the building not far away from you exploded. The people nearby clearly confused and shocked by this incident. Luckily, a man in tight spandex suit flew out of the burning building, carrying out the civilians inside. Unfazed as this is not an uncommon occurrence in this city, you moved to your bathroom to wash and make yourself presentable for the day. As you look at the mirror, the questions that emerged in your sleep reappears in your brain. Who are you? You are Zed Ignatius, Inspector Zed, Unity City Police Department (UCPD). The most diverse city in the variety of its inhabitant, from the looked down upon sub-humans or beastmen, to super powered peoples. With the emergence of heroes amongst the citizen who wields special abilities, so does criminals. And conveniently you are assigned to the newly established powered crime department today! "I hate my life..." you groaned. Today will be the start to a new chapter in your life.

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Your name is Mighty and you're currently in a bad situation:

1) You have no idea where you are
2) You are very hungry

If 2 continues, you're going to get a Game Over and nobody wants that!

>5 turns until you starve to death.

What do you do?
>Survey the area
>Eat the nearest edible you can find.

How this works:

Pick a choice at the end of each post.

When I ask you to roll, roll a 1d20, best of 3. You only succeed on a 20 or higher, but failures aren't always total failures: Failing at a roll can even lead to you getting augments that can push you closer to succeeding on your next roll.

Except for a Nat1. Nat1s are VERY bad. On top of failing your task, it also gives you a disability that negatively impacts your next roll.

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Discord: https://discord.gg/fjQ8D

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Last time, we came up to a PORTAL which we accidentally opened while messing around...
It could be very, very good...

Or you could just say fuck it and toss Other Liz in.

You see on the other side a marble hallway, and little else.

Actions

>Fuck it, toss the Other Liz in.
>Head in! What's the worst that could happen?
>Send Your Elizabeth in as a forward scout!
>...Shapeshift before you go through?
>Head back home and maybe get Claw or something to head first through it.
>...This is a terrible fucking idea. Don't do it.
>Write-In

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You're a priest from the southern land of Fauland. You've come north to Tairmora to warn the towns which have been cut off from society about the Malformed threat.

Malformed are malicious misshapen demons which consume and devour all in their path. When they take over a town it becomes their breeding ground, and the spirits of that town cannot rest until it is purified.

After saving a pixie from the snow she travels with you on your sacred quest to save the north!
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Notes:
>Priest Anon uses holy magic
>Your holy magic becomes stronger the more good deeds you do.
>It will weaken if you choose to do morally ambiguous or bad things.
>Regular weapons can kill Malformed, but it is generally far more effective to use holy magic or holy blessed weapons or bullets.
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>You look up and try to compare where the sun is rising and which direction it's raising to find the true north and compare that to the map.
>While doing that you ask Veronica to fly up and get a look around.
>So chilly up here.
>It certainly feels a long way from your southern home in Fauland.
>"Well, I saw a path of sorts over to the right someways along that way, it's narrow, but there are certain trees missing which form a path. I'm thinking someone might have laid a path here once."
"If the people who live here travel this route often, maybe they've just memorized where to go by now."
>You tread onto a narrowly defined path and follow the map.
>Veronica is tucked away in your hood.
>"Whew, I don't think I could make it out here without you. It's freezing out here, even with my new clothes."
"Your body is too tiny for this weather."
>"Brr. it was never this cold back in the village."
>At least there won't be any danger of her stripping.
>Even still, that thought from this morning.
>The sight of her nudeness.
>What would it be like to touch upon her soft Pixie skin?
>No! You mustn't succumb to such impure thoughts.
>To see it in your mind brings you great shame.
>"I smell distress. Are you feeling well Anon?"
"I-i'm fine, everything is well!"
>Oh no.. You've just lied, tis another sin.
>Verily you have fallen.
>You will have to pray extra hard tonight to absolve yourself of these sins.

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Eleven short years ago, Admor was called forth from the mists of chaos. Since, her people's have flourished, perished and vanished.

It’s people began in small groups of only 100. Each of the surviving 100 recalls the first day, that instant they became aware of themselves, the fog that was so thick you could only see yourself, then gravity happened, and the fog withdrew slowly, revealing the rest of the tribe. Each had a name, and they each knew everyone in their tribe. They had a simple spoken language (appx 2000 words, no past tense (there’s no past!) no future tense... for obvious reasons. They knew how to make stone tools, build shelters suitable for their kind and their native materials. They knew how to hunt, and which plants were good to eat. Spears, knives, hammers, axes… that’s about it… enough knowledge of hides or plants to clothe one’s self modestly. The simple life.

We are currently only accepting new players who are willing to check out the thread first, read some posts, and hang out with us at: https://discord.gg/AEWpRyq

our FAQ is up finally and growing.

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Stage 152: Unexpected Ways.

You are fairly certain that it is rude to stare at someone regardless of whether or not they can see you.

You are staring because while you have seen Er yin dress nicely, this is something that puts everything else to shame. Part of it is the fact that it is something simple – something that is similar to what you yourself have worn on occasion. Part of it is that it suits what you planned so well. But the main reason is that she looks gorgeous.

Er Yin it is clear that this outfit had to be tailored, and you're wondering who exactly she got to do the work. Though it is entirely possible that Kiku-chan took measurements and had it done for her....no, it fits too perfectly, and she has an unusual body type. It had to have been done professionally and in the shop while she was there. Now, you have been out of it for a while on several occasions, but this is....this is unusually well done.

You can see part of what has Kiku-chan so terribly upset, if she is beign forced to dress up as a delicate boy, in tight shorts and a simple tank top. With her master looking like....like this? It would almost be insulting.

Er yin inclines her head, her sightless eyes gazing into infinity. Her hair is neatly slicked back, and she is wearing white gold earrings with soft, milky white jade longevity pendants. At first glance it looks like a simple business outfit, except the darkly shining cummerbund, and delicate (and hand-tied) bow tie suggest an even more formal use. Sleek black shoes, tailored to suit her talons, and a clean linen hidden-button dress shirt, with a soft white over jacket of fine silk. Her pants are silk as well, pressed and carefully tailored so that her muscular legs are not bound by them or overemphasized. Her bust is gently eased rather than overwhelming the shirt; white gold cuff links with Ascher cut diamonds – real diamonds – keep jacket sleeves and shirt sleeves together.

She is dressed for a party, or maybe....you put that thought out of your head.

Kiku-chan is fuming still, but the way her eyes flick between you and Er Yin, and the droop of her tail indicates that she is trying to be mad, rather than actually being mad anymore. And who can blame her – between your qipao of black silk and the Chinese Jewelery, and Er Yin's Western wedding day suit, who could not be distracted?

[] You know that you've set the bar impossibly high for my next date with Kiki-hime, right?
[] Too....much....hot....brain....melting....
[] Ask her where and when this wonderful thing happened.
[] Okay, Kiku-chan's tantrum is fully justified and she needs something nice too.
[] Explain to her that you need a moment to cope with the fact that you are the woman in this relationship, because, damn.

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>“For millennia, there has been a keen interest in the skies above. From the primitive scrawling in the ancient caves of our ancestors, to vast monuments dedicated to the stars in our view, humanity has always been enamored with the night sky. However, while there may be many deities based upon numerous celestial objects, our most beloved and fanciful tales comes from our star, the sun.”

>The Ancient Skies by Robert Wilson

Robert Wilson was an archaeologist dedicated to the research of ancient astrology. His findings took him worldwide, from the giant pyramids of Egypt, to the lost cities of the Aztecs, Mayans, and Incans. Wilson’s recordings seemed to be almost fantastical in the way he wrote them. The beautiful enchantresses and their amorous admirers, the trickster gods and the heroic saviors, even the most obscure tale bespeaking creatures of old were included. It was all one grand story, interconnected across the globe, and he was loved for his awe-inspiring discovery. Widely respected, his writings were considered to be of the highest esteem in the late 19th century.

However, as the years went by, the tales that he found grew darker. They told of the shadows lurking beyond the veil, writhing monsters creeping deep into the crust of the earth, and the mad demons preying upon all mortals just beyond the fabric of reality. The most numerous of his tales were stories of the sun, which was said to be our tyrannical guardian against the abominations in the dark. Yet, there was a sense of fragility, of strangeness in his words that made it seem like they would disappear into thin air. In fact, the more that Wilson uncovered, the more that he believed in the dark tales of old.

Soon, he fell into a delirium that no man could quantify. Wilson excluded himself from the rest of the world as his prestige began to sink downhill. One day, he all but vanished, along with most of his work. The world soon forgot his existence, for Robert Wilson became unimportant and insignificant in the eyes of humanity. His workings were branded as the demented ramblings of a madman, and so the old tales were soundly hidden away before their depraved whispers could be heard. The sole evidence of Wilson’s mark upon the world was a book, titled The Ancient Skies. Only one copy remained. His last book, never published, never finished, never before seen by human eyes- until now.

>You open the book. What do you find inside?

>[ ] A blank page with a few ink blots in the corner. At a closer look, the blots look like pools of fresh blood.
>[ ] Illegible scribbles from an unknown language. The page is crumpled and the sides are torn in frustration.
>[ ] A seemingly innocuous recipe for Rhubarb Pie. The paper is warm, and beckons you with it's sweet smell.

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You carry a lot of things with you, most received from the friends you’ve made. The small satchel from Elena, the maroon scarf from Mary, the silver locket from the lady you helped only days ago in Lortham. A cracked vial of Melfam’s solvent. The watering can for Bob, the small book and mortar and pestle from Clari and Mac.

The stone with ink markings on it, too. The one that Constance gave you, though you haven’t called for the spirit’s power.

You don’t think that’s a bad thing. You hear it hum contently now and then, with Lulette joining in sometimes as well.

You’ve also picked up plants during the days spent traveling here, wandering off the side of the road or looking around when the sheep’s wagon stopped.

Some phirin fruits. Bumpy yellow and bitter. You had three, but you used one and half your vial of Melfy’s for that village lady.

Angel’s siperweed. Long, thin white leaves that had a funny shine to them. You have two leaves from when Ikaros taught you about them.

Ookriper. Small brown bean pods. Claritia showed you those and said that they make a tonic for keeping someone awake.

And stillflax. Purple flowers whose roots are crushed to make a paste or poultice which can be used to make someone really numb. The book also says their petals can be treated to make something that slows blood-flow and stop poisons, but you don’t know how to make it do that.

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"Wow" The puppy girl gasps as she peers over my shoulder, waking me up just before I pass out on this catnip smelling couch, set in the usually filled lobby of my new home, this constantly chaotic inn called the world tree "Cool horns!"

She's one of the few girls that aren't giving me a wide distance, since I guess they're afraid of me or something. Which I can get since I haven't exactly shown them my good side the few times I've actually decided to do anything around this place.

"Hey" I say sternly as she starts getting grabby with them and pulls my head back, nearly hard enough to crick my neck which is actually a littler scary "The hell you doin?"

She jumps, still grabbing onto my horns as she tries to slink back down the side of the couch, her tail still wagging so much I think she could take off at any moment.

"Just wanted to see what they felt like" She says cheerfully, cocking her head like a dog caught misbehaving.

I stare at her for a few seconds, grimacing as I glance back at her, my mouth a little agape as she still has one of her hands on my bigger set of horns.

"Why?" I ask, furrowing my brow as I swing my tail around as I turn to look at her directly, nearly pulling her onto the couch before she finally takes her hand off of me.

"I was curious, they looked neat" She says, still hanging off the back of the couch as I try my best not to glare at her

"So why did you hang on for so long?" I ask as she blinks, looking a little confused

"Because they felt nice' She barks, her tail wagging ever faster now as she leans towards me, and I lean back as I see her sticking her tongue between her lips "Smooth...or was it ruff? I could quite tell, so I was trying to figure it out! And well they just really had an interesting texture and all, so I just couldn't help myself"

"Riiiiiiight" I say leaning a bit further back "Well just...ask next time alright"

Her eyes go wide and she grins

"Oh? Can I touch them?" She asks reaching before I say anything

"NO!" I says sternly, backing her jump and hide behind the couch, peeking back up at me as the inn keeper's son sighs behind his desk

"Don't pester the dragon that can chew through iron" he says dully as that golem girl walks down the stairs stops, and looks at me warily

"What? I eat roots not metal, sheesh" I sigh as I slump over the back of the couch

I glance back, seeing an Orc looking at me with a look that just screams she doesn't believe me, as she stuffs her face with pork rinds

"Trust me, I'd be a lot meaner if I ate metal" I hiss, nearly growling as I slump back down onto the couch with a sigh and grumble "At least I'm not a glutton like you" under my breath.

"Well I mean...." the tabby girl from the fishbone says meekly "You can eat metal, most dragons can"

Cont

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Hey guys let me know when you are here.

Old thread here >>1342237

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Future Naruto Quest

This quest is set within the universe of Naruto, long after the end of the series, but ignoring the events of the Boruto Manga and Anime. Of course, because this is Naruto we're talking about, the geopolitics and technology haven't advanced as quickly as they would in the real world. As such, the technology is similar to that of Boruto the Movie, though a bit more refined, and the villages you know and love are largely the same, though their diplomatic situations may not be.

However, the characters will be less familiar, because as much time has passed between the Last and now as passed between the Founding of the Hidden Villages and Shippuden..

You are playing as Kuro Nijiiroh, a fifteen year old Hidden Leaf Chunin. Once a member of Hōōmaru Tachibana’s Team Seven, along with Hakurin Hyuga, and Jimmaru ████ Uchiha. Your family consists of your older sister, an ANBU Black Ops, Shirou; your mother, the restaurateur Ki; and your father Aomon, a Tokubetsu Jounin who specializes in Hand Seals, also living with you is your cousin Haiiro, who's mother sent her to attend the Ninja Academy.

You've returned to the World after three years of being consigned to the Moon for general Otsutsukery, and also the degradation of the diplomatic order of the world.

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Last Time, Kuro returned from the Moon! To the first room inside of the Portal Compound at least...

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You're back! It feels wonderful, to be back on terra firma again, after three years. After you break the embrace with Shozun, you head through the door to the main chamber at Shitakotaro's back.

When you enter the main chamber, you're greeted by the sight of three members of the Sealing Team going about shutting down the Portal with an outside set of controls, probably manipulated with some sort of fuinjutsu or jujutsu, and two of the portal guards scanning over your luggage.

>A) Greet the Sealing Team.

>B) Greet the Guards.

>C) Tell someone about the parcel Asakaji gave you.

>D) Say something to Shozun (What?)

>E) Say something to Shitakotaro (What?)

>F) Just do what you're told, you want to get through this quickly.

>G) Something else (What?)

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Welcome back, everyone, to the eighty-second installment of Mecha Space Pirate Quest. As always, I'm Wong, your host, and today you are once again Heinrich "Caesar" Merrow, an Iron Kestrel ace and former member of SOUL.

Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Mecha+Space+Pirate+Quest%2C+Collective+Game%2C+mecha
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Mecha%20Space%20Pirate%20Quest
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Upgrade Menu: http://pastebin.com/QQQzkFZe
List of Moves: http://pastebin.com/HSdyCe2y
Rogues' Gallery: http://pastebin.com/E9ZcDLfG (finally updated)
Brazilia's Kawaii Space Jam Gallery: http://pastebin.com/pZtRmbWS

Last time, you broke out of confinement, stole a jetbike, beat two genuinely good-hearted people who were just looking out for your best interests unconscious, listened to dad stories, accepted help from someone whose identity you don't know, and did a cool flip. You've got a girlfriend to save!

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For the scum of Hive Desoleum, taking over the Shattered Foundry might be the highlight of their day. For you though? The (purely accidental) fight against a daemon of Malice is all you can think about. Facing an opponent that actually had the means to fight back has set your blood afire. You keep replaying it over and over in your mind, over-analyzing possible openings and other such things. It might be a side effect of the daemon’s blood you absorbed. Or you might just simply be a proper Khornate now. Though you’ll never admit it, least of all to yourself, it’s probably the latter.

What you will admit is that you’re still debating what your next step will be. Obviously the Hive must burn, but how will you accomplish that? Will you continue to tear through the local Sanctionaries until you reach the top of the spire? Or maybe you’ll rally the oppressed into overthrowing their oppressors? There’s also sorts of ways you can tackle this.

Whatever you choose to do will set a standard for how Ember the daemon operates. Succeed or fail, you’ll gain infamy among the circles of Chaos. Obviously, succeeding is much preferable. But none of that really bothers you. You’re not in this for the accolades and respect of your peers. Your one goal is to become strong enough to take Her down, at whatever the cost. Only then will your purpose in life be fulfilled.

Welcome to Khornette Quest Redux

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January 1rst- 16:15// Temperature is 38 ºC.
Your name is Nobuyuki Hayashi, exchange student from Japan residing in Spain, and Demon Summoner. That last one since today- when you woke up with a bad hangover and a strange app on your phone, the sun shining in the sky despite it being impossible at that hour, and the temperature slowly raising. You met up with your friend Daiki after getting up, and together you saved your other friend, Keiko Akiyama, from the demons summoned by the app from her- and your- phones, making a contract with them, and getting plunged headfirst into this confusing mess, trying to make sense of what looks to be the end of the world.

You are joined now by the Jack Brothers, whom you talked into helping you out after you found them in the Library you and your friends were holing up in. You decided to try and raid the supermarket that´s close to the library, and stock up on food before everyone else gets there and there´s nothing left. Thanks to Jack Frost´s ice magic, you´ll be able to keep it well preserved for a while, you think, though you haven´t made a contract with them, so you aren´t entirely sure where his and Pyro Jack´s loyalties are…

Now, which entrance to the underground mall are you taking?
>Front entrance.
>Via the parking lot.
>Something else (Look for another entrance?)

Current Party:
Nobuyuki –Level 2- : 37/37 HP. Equipped Demons: Pixie(Lvl2) 26/26 HP
Keiko-Level 2- HP 35/35 Demons: Preta(Lvl2) 32/32 HP
Daiki-Level 2-HP 32/32 Demons: Poltergeist(Lvl2) 30/30 HP
Guest Party Members: Jack Frost, Pyro Jack (Lvl ???)

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You watch Aligot sit on his perch at the end of his wagon. His eyes track Cassata as she stands up and bounds away from his cart.
Then, immediately, they follow back down to his book. The same book he's been writing in for two days straight. He sits motionless for hours at a time. The whole time you're not entirely sure if he's breathing or even taking account of the scenery surrounding him. It's as if he's a statue, and his cart is merely transporting an artist's rendition of him.

You're starting to understand what Cassata meant about him.

You are Yuuki Kuschinashi, and you are the mighty hero of Bruschetta. These last few days of travel have been uninteresting. Aside from a rockslide; there hasn't really been anything to preoccupy your attention.
Oh, except having Cassata tell Aligot that there was a demon attack when he wasn't looking. That was kind of funny.

Dorje continues his patrol ahead of the train of carts you're riding in. He's been diligently taking point for the last two days, now.
Why are you in a cart, traveling away from your homeland? That's a good question. A part of you has spent the last several days trying to answer that one. Why not just stay in your homeland where you're well-beloved, and you're surrounded by friends? You hate having to leave them behind.

You already know the answer. It's because you're the hero of Bruschetta, and it's your job to travel and face the threats that befall your country.
Right now you're traveling to Biscotti by carriage. Within the next few days; the winter festival will begin, and you'll be pitted against the strongest hero in all the land. A man known simply as 'Atlas', and he looks like a cross between a mountain and an oni.

There's a slight shiver that goes up your spine. This ride is supposed to be for you to put those thoughts out of your mind, but they're difficult to ignore. Especially when no one else seems very interesting in talking about it.

Dorje seems to be taking his job leading the caravan very seriously. Cassata claims that he's just trying to impress you; which you find unlikely. You think he's marching ahead out of boredom, and that he desperately wishes something would happen.

>Jump up to the front with Dorje. Walk with him a bit.
>Try to see if you can wake Aligot up from his book-induced Coma
>Catch up to Cassata, something seems wrong with her.
>Bother your summoner; wake Anna up.
>Other?