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Welcome to the country of Aliasia. Here we humans live and work together with mystical creatures known as pokemon. Pokemon like humans come in many shapes and sizes and interact with humans in different ways. From aiding us in the fields to helping us defend our homes pokemon are a daily part of life here in Aliasia. I am scholar Spruce and I have made it my life’s mission to study these incredible creatures. As such I roam the country to see as many kinds of pokemon as I can. Your journey is just beginning how it shall be shaped is up to you.

Last time the group made its way to the land of house Hydros. They came upon a small village which was faced with some strange kidnappings. The group decided to help them and made their way to the castle of a local lord.

Last threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Scholar%20Spruce

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Previous:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1352915/
Char Sheet: http://pastebin.com/gccDj2ef
Other chars: http://pastebin.com/0igFQkgf
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You know I think I can see how that tick tock guy went insane, knowing I can just fast forward through a bunch of boring stuff, but also know that'd be a pretty dumb thing to do is kind of...well it just makes all the times like this where I have nothing to do or anyone to talk to even more boring and slow than they usually are.

Then again maybe I'm just bored, I can't really tell. Hell its probably just that, all things considered, since I've already had my fun with most of the things in this castle one way or another. I mean sure I haven't corrupted all of them or anything yet, but....well there's only so much you can do in a castle right? I'm sure I could find something fun to do in here if I look or just try hard enough, but well this is one of those times where I both want to do something and nothing at all.

I lay my head down against a block of frosting and stare at the blue, blue sky hanging above me, ticking and tocking my head back and forth as I count the seconds flying past me, tapping my fingers against the ground as my skin slowly fades from a bright yellow into a dark, dull red. I hold two of my hands up, watching the red turn to purple as a wind blows through the treetops that my giant fortress is walking through and crushing, and bringing up a nice and tasty smell of sugary treats.

I smile and start to get up. Yeah, if there's something here to do, I can just freeze time for a bit and find it. Spreading my wings and grinning, I hear Iris clearing her throat beside me, not in her true form for some reason missing her scaly bits, tail and most of her fangs

"Oh, honeybun" I say cheerfully, ticking my head towards her as she frowns, then smirks

"Hey Mali, what are you doing up here and...who is that?' She asks, pointing at Murphy as he sips and slurps at what's left of the milkshake I made him

He pulls his sunglasses down and look around

"Murphy" He says, before he goes back to his drink

"And why is he up here?" Iris asks, looking completely lost now.

"He got lost, I'm up here just thinking what I want to do" I groan, standing up fully as I spread my wings as Iris looks up at me, smirking happily "So I decided to keep him company while I was bored"

"Wait, didn't you say you'd get me down from here?!" He asks, his voice raising as he looks down at the massive fall just a few feet away from his feet.

"How did you even get up here?" Iris asks, sounding a little angry for some reason, before her tone turns sugar sweet again "And if you want to do something, why don't we?"

"I don't knooooow" Murphy cries, hugging his milkshake.

Cont

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Are you shy? Cringy? Do you sperg more than daily? When night falls and you finish that fat
hamburger, do you go to bed without washing your teeth?

Are you stiff when you talk?

Do you avoid people?

Are hoodies your clothes of choice? Yes.

YES

YES.

A small room, white curtains, anime posters, a chair full of clothes; a desktop PC. Home. Your
safe, safe haven.

But you are not lonely, however. A lovely lady with goofy manners in a pajama is sitting right
over your legs, picking her teeth, weighting nothing at all. She doesn't exist. Snacks, how
you've taken to call her, is but a figment of your imagination, the voice of reason given
flesh. Figurative flesh. Metaphorical flesh, that you used to masturbate to. Until you got so
used to her face and image that you just started talking to her; and she talked back. And
now she's always there, sitting in odd places or poking people in the face. After some heavy
scares and paranoia, you decided you'd rather be crazy than lonely. So her presence is, if
foreboding, soothing enough to be worth it.

After all, Snacks possesses a single attribute that continues to baffle you; she's kind.

-Continued next post-

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Twitter: @BeleagueredQM
Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/FEc6v8FP

Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=beleaguered+prince+quest

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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Preparations for the party are going well. You have a venue with a large dance floor, light drinks so the guests won't bumble around, a mystery host so it won't be traced back to you (just in case) and the invitations have been sent out to various merchants and noteworthy commoners. The hard work is done. All you need to do now is convince your brother to come along and choose your date. Right now, you're working on your brother, specifically Myrddin's assessment of his skills as a ruler.

"By all accounts, the Crown Prince handles urgent matters swiftly and decisively," Myrddin says. "Unfortunately, he has less interest in the day-to-day affairs of the kingdom, which poses some problems."

The reports are detailed and paint an… ambiguous picture. Aid is sent immediately in response to a famine, but because Haul isn't familiar with the grain stores, other regions go without food and prices fluctuate wildly. A medium-sized port is repaired immediately after a particularly bad storm, but there's no assistance provided to the merchants trying to access the port because they haven't heard about the damages yet. Commonplace petitions are heard in order of who agrees with your brother's sense of justice and honour the most rather than what would benefit the kingdom.

It wouldn't be so bad if your brother was significantly younger and wasn't the Crown Prince. Unfortunately, neither of these things are true.

"What do you think?" Myrddin asks.

>"This is going to be difficult."
>"I think I can straighten him out."
>"The Crown Prince needs a trusted advisor."

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‘There is no such thing as paranoia. Your worst fears can come true at any moment.’ These are the words that protected you long before any of these ‘monsters’ made themselves known. You had lived in peace and isolation before these strange creatures that live amongst you, hide amongst you, and feed on you. The wolves in sheep’s clothing revealed themselves to you. The only monsters you’ve met formally as a monster was the late Succubus; Nickole, but she revealed a whole new world to you in her time alive. After an incident with an unnamed Mimic she met an unfortunate demise at your hand.

You comforted yourself with the phrase, it kept you from breaking down, at least for now. Thoughts of all the potential betrayals, the lies, the deceit, the variables that could come from these monsters filled your head. If nothing else but to block out her face, the screams she made in her final moments. Words of how you let someone like her too close and what you did was the only logical course of action. How you were in the right, how you were just, how she wasn’t a person, just something that would feed off you. These words provided a bitter comfort. self-preservation was paramount, it was only a matter of time before they, she, deemed you knowing far too much to be worth the trouble, despite your apparent excess energy that you have in spades.

As the day closed you decided to remain in the city, the church specifically. You didn’t know how far these monsters would go to find you for the murder of the gir- their kin. It could end at the city limits or the ends of the earth itself. You didn’t know their capabilities, aside from being able to sense your energy. You could use an ally, and the church was the most likely solution. They gave you the book that killed the monsters, they need to know something.

Right?

You arrived at the doorstep of the church, shaking. The lives you took while not actually… people… still had an effect on you. The priest was there again, he took you in, gave you a room, said he would give you some time to calm down and rest. Normally you would not trust this, but he has yet to hurt you-

‘She never hurt you either.’

That line of thinking would get you nowhere. You were tired, more panicked than usual, you needed to calm down. You attempted to sleep. This was a mistake; your unconscious mind did not care for any rationale made by your more logical half. Your sleep was uneasy, the scenario playing over and over. Nickole’s scared and confused visage transforming into a pained howling mess before fading from existence completely.

You awake with a start, darkness surrounding you as you lay in the cot provided by the priest. That last dream had been a bit too much for you… Still though you were exhausted, whatever sleep you did get never seemed to last long or help with that. Maybe you should…

>Find the priest
>Explore the church
>Keep trying to sleep

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Patch Notes:
A soundtrack is currently being made for the quest, a song has been made already: https://soundcloud.com/qstdaeday/daemonquestthe-rubicon-river

Previous Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1347171/

It is the 41st Century, space shuttles that can bend the reality of space and time are no longer a science-fiction dream but reality. However, life on the Last Frontier is threatened.

The United Intergalatic Senate has lost control of their citizens, capitalism and vigilante justice controlled The Last Frontier for thousands of years until three mega-corporations struggle for economic and total control. The Galactic Senate, however, directly profits from the civil war between the three factions.

The Solarflare Republic.

The Daemon Regime.

Remulus United.

These corporations now ceased fire, however, tensions are high. We have entered the 100 Year Cold War.


Daemon Regime has aims to create the perfect super soldier. The closet they have so far is a slave military name Daemons. Daemons, named after the corporation they work for, are slaves made from a variety of different races captured by unknown patrons of the corporation. Daemons are usually the offspring of Prisoners of War but also can be volunteered (indentured) into the regime. They're bred from birth to be obedient, loyal, and deadly. They are kept in line with a Neuron Chip, a generic term for the thousands of microscopic machinery floating in the brain of a Daemon. This Neuron Chip controls both the reward and pain sections of the brain. If a Daemon steps out of line, the Neuron Chip can terminate the Daemon indiscriminately.

Daemons, when traveling through time and space, are kept in Hydro-Hallucinstasis Pods. It simulates a real, normal life in the twenty-first century. Daemons long for a life of freedom, but they know nothing of the real life outside of combat.

The Echelon, a Daemon Carrier Ship, has gone radio silent. A system failure has caused the ship to stop mid-space, life support for the entire ship is failing.

Daemon 1995 has been shot by Admiral Price for unknown reasons.

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Hello and welcome to Mana Khemia quest. Where you play as Beliphous Nalastia, you were trained as a knight by your father until word got out that you had made a contract with the mana of magma. Since everyone that can see mana can be an alchemist, you got accepted into Al-Revis academy. After your orientation you met your home room teacher. As well as Melanie. You went exploring with Melanie to go find a workshop and you found one, along with Card and Catrina.

You are on your first field course with Card and Melanie, where your assignment is to craft a healing pot. you went to go to the Living forest to go get two of the ingredients where you fought monsters.

"You alright Melanie? What you Card?"
"I'm fine, thanks for asking."
You see Card nod and he looks...happy? first time you seen him like this.

"Well we should probably hurry up and look for the spinacherb."

>Go further into the forest, more materials but risk running into more monsters 3d100
>Stay relatively in the same area. less materials, less monsters. 1d100
>Ask a party member's opinion (Which?)
>Other.

(I just wanna say i'm going to change up how combat works, mostly so it will be less time consuming. I want to become better as a QM so if you find it enjoyable let me know.)

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Prior Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1171279/
Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Maverick%20Hunter%20Quest
The IRC: suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com, #MHQ
The Twitter: https://twitter.com/HunterCommand
The Recap (thanks to Scarab): http://pastebin.com/wMtuXJM2
Character sheet: https://docs.google.com/document/d/18-L31ukeOd_0XvfqErwY7GogqiwMU8zyIYfXxjTUb-c/

You are Captain Anode, and you are in freefall.

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>>Previous threads

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Dragonball+quest

>>Writeup Pastebin

http://pastebin.com/nzPARvE8

>>Information

This quest, as the title suggests, takes place in the world of Dragon Ball. You're playing as a twenty-three year old man named Tofoo, and will adventure through the story of the Dragonball series alongside characters such as Goku, Yamcha, Bulma, Tien, and many others. Through your actions, you can make significant changes to the story, and perhaps even become the strongest fighter on Earth.

>Rules

At the end of each update you'll have ten minutes to vote on options. Write-ins are allowed, but I do reserve the right to veto them.

In the event of a draw, the option to receive the next vote wins

Rolls will be used on certain occasions, such as attempting a technique for the first time or attempting something extremely difficult. You will have three rolls, and if one succeeds, you succeed. There are no crits.

Rolls are made AFTER an option wins, not during the voting process

I hope everyone has fun.

>>Current Saga

Three Years of Training

>>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ew1A7ntUwAo

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Welcome to Opening night on our production; tonight’s fare is Starborn For Hire Quest! What this is all about is that this is a co-authored crossover, by one Star (of Starborn Quest) and MGHandler (of Magical Girl For Hire Quest). You don’t have to know one or the the other specifically to play, however. We’ll introduce links to mechanics and such as needed, if needed. For now, let the show begin!

Star Details:
Tw: @StarbornQ
Cs:https://docs.google.com/document/d/1csg7vC-Yz10aAqk9ZwdCNv24obLGTtM5p6bKkPq1Pgc/edit#heading=h.74gk3dg6mvjp
Starborn Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Starborn
Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/u/StarbornOP

Handler Details:
MGFH Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Magical%20Girl%20For%20Hire%20Quest
Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/u/MGFHQHandler
Twitter: https://twitter.com/MGFHandler

Discord Invite: https://discord.gg/xM2aCYq

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"Good work today." Your coworkers greet you on your way out of your work.

Once again, it was another work day completed. "Good work, I'll see you all tomorrow." Today was different. Usually, you took the evening shift for the restaurant you worked at. However, today, you absolutely had no leave by 5 PM. It was her death anniversary after all. You had to visit her grave.

Getting out of the restaurant, you go into your car. Thankfully, her grave wasn't too far from where you worked, and by extension, from where you lived. It took a twenty minute drive to arrive at the grave of your wife.

"Yo! Mari." You greet your wife as you clean her gravestone. "It's been awhile huh? Well, not really. I was here two weeks ago too huh?" Talking to her like that made you feel at ease. It put your heart at peace.

Once you clean her gravestone, you lay the flowers and chocolates you bought for her on her grave. It's been quite some time since you lost her, but still, you just felt like you didn't want to forget her. That seeing another woman would make the time you spent with Mari invalid and a lie.

Sure, your friends and your parents have tried to set you up with different women, but none of them made your heart race quite like Mari. "By the way, I came up with a new recipe today... I think it's pretty good but I don't really have anyone to test it on. I wish you were still here."

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How long had it been, now: A few months, maybe half a year? When had the amulet that housed their presence finally been unearthed after unknowable years lying abandoned on the floor of a cavern in the woods?

These were the questions the voices often didn’t have time to ask themselves, especially during the day when their energetic charge was constantly running headfirst into some sort of new adventure, let alone asking themselves more nebulous questions about where they came from or how they came to be here. Perhaps someday Cici, their little seer to-be, might be able to tell them.

Honestly, it was a little hard to believe at times that at some point, the future, the past, and everything in-between, the very world itself would be like an open book for her. It was harder still to imagine what sort of impact that might have on a girl who could presently lose herself in the simple joy of petting a farm animal or guiding a singular beetle up a tall tree. Would it change her for the better or the worse, they wondered?

Perhaps she asked herself the same thing somewhere deep down, in a part of her heart and mind the voices could not so easily read, a thought that might explain why the dreams she had once had frequently about faraway places had been less forthcoming of late.

Then again, she was an active girl who constantly pushed herself to the brink of exhaustion on a daily basis. Even now she lay in a pile of black feathers and fur recovering from her first day of school, snoring contentedly amidst her friend and family as she prepares for the next.

This might simply be her body’s way of combatting additional stress and nothing to worry about, they reflect. Yet in the depths of night, when all is silent and peaceful, the voices can’t help but feel that something is hovering out there on the horizon, like a pair of probing eyes watching and growing ever closer as the days pass on in what passed for tranquility. What would come of it, who could say?

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For Cici, at least, her day begins with the sun and many tired yawns as she and Vivi wriggle out of bed dragging Danny behind them. Breakfast was already calling to them, the smell of grits and sausage on the air as Mama no doubt was preparing to send them off with care.

[“Good morning, voices.”]

> Write-in

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Welcome to Monster Hunter Quest!

In this quest, you take on the role of a hunter, mighty heroes who serve as the bastion of mankind against the flora and fauna of your hostile world.

To begin, you need first describe yourself.

Male or Female?
Age?
Preferred Weapon?
Hunter's Insight (choose one)

Hunter's Insights
>Instinctive
A primal sense fills you on the hunt. You react to danger almost instinctually, dodging attacks that would lay low even the most seasoned of hunters
>Apex
In a realm of monsters, you are the apex. Great beasts the world over flee when they catch your scent and other hunters find themselves offput by your savagery in combat. Be careful he who fights with monsters
>Perceptive
Your senses are uncannily sensitive and they have aided you on countless hunts. A dent in a scale, the soft flesh revealed in an atack, the heavy musk of fear, all these signs lay themselves before you like words on a page. No beast can hide itself for long.
>Monstrous
Among Hunters you are strong, among normal humans you push the limits towards "Demon". A practical force of nature, your massive stature and brute strength allow you to stand toe to toe with the most vicious beasts of this world and come out on top.

Choose your Village
Pokke
Yukumo
Kokoto

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All you can hear is a painful ringing noise in your ear as the immeasurable wave of bugs comes ever closer to you and your platoon

You have spent the last 3 months of your life in a state of constant pain and suffering as you went through Basic Training and now you were apart of Lieutenant John Jeap's own "Jeeper's Creepers", the most unfortunate unit to ever come from the Terran Federation. Why? Because your unit was going to be sent straight to enemy territory without any of the proper experience, weaponry, or basic common sense that is present in all other Federation units. You never questioned why your superiors would ever send 45 of their youngest recruits to their death so swiftly as the thought never crossed your mind till now. Coincidentally, this is also the first moment in which you realize that the odds of survival is greatly outweighed by the chance of death

You look to your sides. The enemy is still a great deal away, at most you have a 10 minutes until you become face-to-face with those Klendathu Bastards, so you decide you might as well grow accustom with the men you will so bravely die among.

It is in this moment that you finally realize you are alone. The cavernous trench in which you are currently hiding in is 12 feet deep. On one side of the battlefield is an extensive maze of tunnels that the "Jeeper's Creepers" traversed their way through. A few men were lost in the tunnels, picked away by some type of bug you aren't familiar with maybe. Even with all your training, God has bestowed upon you a flimsy sense of direction. Not to mention the only map you have has been burnt to an indecipherable black crisp. On the other side of the battlefield is an army of Bugs. You look down and check your rifle. 60 rounds left. You remember the can of nerve gas stashed away in your pocket too. Not enough to kill every bug, but enough to put up a fight

And now, you think to yourself:
>"What the hell am I going to do next?"

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You are a god. You have the power to create whatever you wish using divine points, the more significant the creation the more points it will cost.
To create your god you must first determine four things, your god's name, appearance (these can be malleable), type, and spheres.

There are three types of gods, gods, demigods, and spirits.
Gods are the standard type, all costs are unchanged.
Demigods can incarnate for free and create artifacts for half price, but they are unable to create, alter, or create anything in other planes of existence.
Spirits can create, alter, and create anything in other planes of existence for half price, but are unable to incarnate or appear to mortals in the physical realm.

Spheres are how gods, demigods, and spirits gain points, you can have up to four, but with diminishing returns. You gain points when something in the universe activates one of your spheres.
With one sphere you gain 4 points every time its activated.
With two spheres you gain 2 points every time one of them is activated.
With three and four spheres you gain only one point every time one is activated.

To join the game, simply fill out this form.

>Name:
>Appearance:
>Type:
>Sphere(s):