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Accepting new players anytime!

Manhorse's Pub - https://discord.gg/34YQ5eU

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For New Players:
Please pick a name and a gender.

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The parasite had spread faster than anyone had anticipated. The CDC warned of a potential threat that hadn't emerged in the earlier stages of the infection, but by then, it was already too late. Akin to rabies, the worm would drive its hosts mad, but simultaneously kept them lucid and sharp enough to communicate. Like a hive-mind, the infected cooperated and led active riots and acts of violence against the uninfected. Mexico City has just gone dark, and the government with it.

The world, or what is left of it, is attempting to fight back against the parasite. You are part of the force assembled to stop it.

Your identity will alter situation circumstances, and resources available. Choose wisely.

You are...

>Tomas Salvador, 29, M, Peruvian, Black, a Parasitologist (+5 to science rolls) assigned to the research team stationed at...
>Clint Barrett, 23, M, American, White, a Lance Corporal US Army Ranger (+5 to attack rolls) assigned to the security division stationed at...
>Aleksandra Thomsen, 41, F, Danish, White, a NATO Defense and Security consultant (+5 to intelligence rolls) assigned to the intelligence team stationed at...
>Qiao Jun, 55, M, Chinese, Asian, a United Nations diplomat (+5 to charisma) operating out of...

... The Nexus, the last remaining and operating base in South Africa. Just 400 miles/643.738 kilometers from the origin point, from where it all began.

Your mission is to retrieve data from Patient Zero in Johannesburg.

(I will confirm character identity before continuing.)

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The concept of a long war is alien to most of the nations of Sosalia.

Conflicts in Sosalia are explosive, fast moving and decisive. A war lasting more than a year is practically unknown, except for the civil war in Valsten; terrible wars like the Emrean War, that starved nations, dried them up and made them brittle over long years of attrition, simply did not, could not, happen in the Sosalian lands.

It was not that the nations were incapable. Even the bandit kings and fortress cities of Sosaldt were plenty capable of unity, as were the walled metropolises of Plisseau, but when a nation is surrounded by enemies, focusing overmuch attention upon one was unwise. It was even worse to allow one’s army to be severely damaged in a conflict, and allow an opportunity for a rival to take advantage of the momentary frailty that comes about after a lost war.

War in Sosalia is a careful dance, each kingdom and republic dancers in a ball of duelists, squaring off with one another, often parting with little more than an exchange of glares. Any combat is a deliberate, prepared affair. There are no spontaneous battles, no sonorous war cries followed by blind furious assault; merely two swordsmen who slowly close with rapier and dagger until they clash fiercely, only fighting until first blood is drawn, upon which they break away from one another with a bow, careful not to tarry long enough for one of their fellows to slip in from behind and slide a blade between their ribs.

The coming duel was inevitable. Strossvald and Valsten were near close enough to touch steel, one merely waited for the other to take another step, as all the other players watched hungrily for their chance to snatch a bite of flesh.

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Thread LXX:
Raining a bit, connection might be a bit wonky, but we've waited too long as it is.

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Opening Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCQmQwKEEOM
Story Thus Far: http://pastebin.com/Ck2kTriw
Season: Early Spring

Money: 725
New Backpack - (Sealed)
Kozak Bladesx2
Repeater - Unupgraded

Sasha: Skill list
Ranching +4
Scholar +3
Marksmanship +6
Natural Ability (Lamia) +3
Intrigue +4
Casting (Draconic+4 Roc+3 Leviathan+3 Troll+1 Elemental+1)
Falconry +1

From the bar of the hotel, you watch the locals stare at you and the two soldiers standing guard over you as you eat. You sigh into your lunch, how quickly things get complicated. Shortly after Vanderbuilt revealed that you had a bounty on your head, you decided to head back to the hotel. Sergeant Armstrong's escorted you back to the hotel, and you figured that was that. You opted to let Marie tell the story of what happened, watching the harpy gesticulate wildly as she ran down a blow by blow account of the attack and subsequent capture of the assassin, charitably leaving out your less than graceful attempts at melee. When she finally got to why the man had came after you, you watched Tai frown, a look shared by the adult beastfolk after he had translated. You questioned him on this, and he explained that the unsigned bounty on your head was in likely a mark for death from the Kingfisher. When asked how he knew, he simply replied, "Anyone familiar with the empire knows what that is."

So concerned they were, that the next morning you found the wolfish female standing guard outside your room, apparently the three adults had considered themselves remiss if they hadn't guarded you through your sleep. Tai agreed with their assessment, but added "For them it is a personal thing, you are their savior, their beneficiary, to let you die by the hand of the one you saved them from would be one of the blackest stains they could receive." You were about to scoff when you heard a knock on the door which held an embarrassed looking Captain Armstrong and two other Nitor. Apparently, after sending his report in to command, he had received an urgent runner from 'someone higher up' that you were to be safeguarded at all costs from what was identified as a Kingfisher plot. You suspect Captain Keel had a hand in that. In any case, Armstrong insisted that two of his Nitor soldiers guard you at all times during your stay here. Which led you to the predicament you find yourself in currently.

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This is a real life story, I just turned it into a story that dumb fucks, like you guys, can turn into a quest. Good luck.
(Character) 2 years ago I started working part time in a fast food restaurant. I was also going to college, I quit it 2 months after getting a "part-time" job. I was doing a job of 2 people alone, my manager hated me, my coworkers acted like they didn't, but in reality they hated me. This came to me after I left that job. One day, I asked a friend if they can sort me out some weed. When I came to her house, 2 other friends from work were there, brothers. After smoking a joint (or four) we went to a pub to get some food and a drink. One of the brothers recognized a waitress at this pub, they were friends, I offered her a joint since she said she smokes, she agreed. We waited for her after work, went to a nice calm spot and rolled. Only me and her smoked that joint, the 3 other people were just sitting and talking to eachother. Me and her were focused on ourselves. Everything else went as usually, we finished the joint, took a taxi, dropped her off first then we went back to the house to smoke. As soon as I come back home, I get a friends request on facebook. It's from her, a mixed race girl... A beautiful mixed race girl has just invited me on facebook, known her for 20 minutes. We start talking the same day, minutes after accepting the request. How was your day, did you enjoy, when are we meeting next, all the regular small talk. Next day is the day we meet. Got some food from my workplace, she was supposed to get a piercing with me, she never got it until today. We went to mine, smoked a joint on the roof, watched a movie, and this is where things started to get interesting. I tried to do it like in the movies, slowly moving my hand towards hers, she does the same. Thats my sign, every time I move my hand towards hers, so does she. "Just Grab it" - My mind says. So I did. I look at her. She looks at me. Movie kiss. As stupid as I am, I ask "Should I make the bed?". Response is confirmative. First bang. This has been going on for 2 weeks EVERYDAY. Suddenly, she goes on vacation. A week, no message, no pictures, no phone calls, nothing. Then she goes on and tells me how her "EXBOYFRIEND" has deppression and she doesnt want to see him thanks to that. So after she comes back, she fucks hers ex-boyfriends best friend. A week after she came back we meet, and we start over again. Wild Bangs, even wilder sex. This kept going for another week, BOOM, all of a sudden, this turns into a relationship thanks to our arguments. Later I find out that her "EX"-boyfriend, apparently she broke up with him long before she even met me, was, indeed, the one who sponsored her vacation, so he got to go with her. After I realised what she is, I left it how it was. Never messaged her, never saw her. Found a new job, since most people in this one thought that Im gonna steal her girlfriends, maybe even rape the managers.

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You are prince Taumas of Addengard, the bull of heaven, heir to the throne, engaged to a wood elf princess and liplocked with your best friend from growing up.
It's one of those days.

Prev thread: >>1301543

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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. 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, and the villages you know and love are largely the same.

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 Hidden Leaf Chunin of fifteen years. You were a member of Hōōmaru Tachibana’s Team Seven, along with your teammates, 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 Hand Seals Specializing Tokubetsu Jounin.

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Pastebin of Kuro’s Stats that's outdated by like three years now, but it'll be updated after this because the progress will be decided by you: http://pastebin.com/4WycTkXi

Last Time, Kuro was ordered to leave the village for a place among the Clan he sort-of belongs to the Otsutsuki.


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You've been on the Moon for close to three years now, and it's not been a very fun time.

The food gets repetitive after a while, you've barely had contact with anyone who's not on the Moon, and your "Clansmen" (you use the term lightly, if at all) make you wish you were back with your sister, Shirou.

But thankfully, you've recently gotten word that you'll be able to go back home soon, and get off of this godforsaken unnatural satellite.

Before you leave though, you reflect on everything that's happened since the Hokage condemned you to the Moon.


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The last thing you learned from Hōōmaru-sensei was:

>A) An S-rank technique.

>B) An A-rank technique and a B-rank technique.

>C) A few useful B-rank techniques.

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“We are the children you never wanted. You have given us nothing, and so we shall take everything from you.” – illicit radio broadcast, source unknown.

Ten years ago, the League seemed like a beast in the prime of its life. Stronger than ever before, with the north brought to heel and the south set to follow. Purged of its seditious elements, the enemies within, the League looked set to continue growing stronger. As far as anyone knew at the time, it was the dawn of a new age of prosperity.

It didn't take much for that to change. Lingering food shortages, the result of several failed harvests, were the first cracks to show. In times of shortage, strife and disorder are never far behind. Some of the troubles were innocent enough, rooted in panic and uncertainty more than anything else, but others were more malicious. Anarchist groups, once thought wiped out, were quick to capitalise on the tensions. The Ministry, in response, reacted with an increasingly heavy hand – along with more subtle methods of surveillance and investigation.

Now, the situation feels as bad as it's ever been. Even with the worst ravishes of the auspicious, corrupt bloodlines under control – thanks to Panacea, and the Solberg Laboratories – the future feels uncertain. Disorder, deprivation, and the tightening grip of League authority...

Henryk was right to turn his back on it all. Wherever he is now, he's better off.

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Across the endless sea of hay-like grass spawns the occasional lone tree, the crown flat
and wide, the trunk bending below as if the crown as heavy. The dry wind howls gently
across the Sabana, from the green jungle of branching trees, all the way across the sea of
hay, to finally blow between the tall, tall ears of the beast resting on the thick branch. It yawns,
widely and without care. Wandering towards the golden grass below, the amber eyes of the
beast open fully- and it is quick to leap into the air.

"NO NO FUCK FUCK OH GOD OH GOD AAAA AAAAAAA" the prey screams to the
blue and white, rushing across the thick blades of grass that cover his ankles. A man almost
barely in his thirties, red shirt, gray shorts, a big, white bag on his back, and a safari hat
with a big hole in the front of the brim.

And he's screaming bloody murder- "OH GOD.... OH GOOOOOOOOODD!!! WHERE
THE FUCK AM I!!!- as if ten serval cats were biting his face at once.

"YOU WANNA PLAY HUNT, WHITE BOI?", the beast roars from behind, closer by the
second. "I WON'T LOSE TO YOUR PRETTY PINK ASS. UH?"

The beast stops, then, squinting its eyes. It looks like a woman; a tall, criminally fit
woman, as if the standards of those posters were fitness instead of beauty. As if, suddenly,
all beauty saloons had dumbells instead of hair combs.

"HIDING ALREADY?", she yells, and her voice is so smug, so unbearably sharp- and
smug- as if Chris Tuck was mocking your hair. Her head turns there, then to that place, then
she spins in place and then she stops at random. "THERE."

And she leaps, again, her body twisting in the sky until she smashes YOU into the ground.
You open your eyes; the beast is staring right into your soul with a shit eating grin, her face
just two hands apart as she pants slowly, her body surrounding yours into the ground.

You swallow hard, close your eyes, then say: "P-please don't eat me. Oh god. Oh... god."
and your voice breaks. "Please.."

Her grin is quick to fade into a scowl.

"I'm not going to eat you," the cat-woman-beast-what states, firmly. "I eat my oats, then
my grilled chicken, my steamed broccoli, some tuna three times a week, sometimes yogurt
when I feel like it after I do my squats." She stands from you, her grin back. "Little bitches
are too high on carbs."

(Cont!)

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Sooo, I have no idea if this'll take off, but the fancy has struck me to start ESKIMO QUEST. I have no idea where this will go, but I know I like eskimos and mecha, so we'll see how this goes!

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Join the discord:
https://discord.gg/wr6bSKV


MoonQuest: http://lom678.deviantart.com/gallery/61172531/MoonQuest

SuperMetroidQuest:http://lom678.deviantart.com/gallery/58540525/SuperMetroidQuest

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Mars flashes with light across its night side as the faint flashes of kinetic strikes scour its surface, the blinding lines of light from anti-orbital weapons fade gradually as they reach the vacuum of space and then flash against the hulls of orbiting ships. Fighters swarm over the orbital space as atomic weapons burst in the darkness with a pulsing glow like a field of fireflies, and the corpses of starships leave streaks of fire as they fall to the rust red surface of Mars bellow.

Beyond the outer system, flashes of warp emergence glimmer among the stars, only perceptible with your own pod's powerful sensors. A Union battle group is already accelerating into the system, the light reaching your pod already eight hours old as you watch the Union star carrier rally its fleet, several battleships among them with wings of grav fighters streaking ahead of them. The first volley from their advance is launched as they begin the fighters begin their deceleration, and your sensors turn to static as the formation begins to ignite into fire as their kinetic slugs pass through a field of kinetic mines fired like a shotgun shell from the Commonwealth fleet, the grazing of matter connecting head-on at relativistic velocity unleashing a momentary burst of hard radiation like a dying star, leaving nothing larger than an atom behind. Three more spheres of fire emerge, and both fleets begin to launch missiles as the commonwealth fleet falls back to the sunny side of Mars.

Welcome back to Hive Queen Quest!

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Tau Ceti, your soon-to-be new home for the years to come. You're not sure who you pissed off to get sent to one of the worst rated plasma orbital research facilities in the galaxy, but oh well. Besides the constant threat of violent corporate espionage, monsters that impersonate crew members, honest-to-God wizards, and what the fuck else goes bump in the night, you're not even getting paid well. Better make the best of a bad situation, ey?

As the Station, a huge and ragtag bundle of metal, comes into view, you can't feel anything but disappointed. Surly there was more to it than this? Especially in such hostile territory. Well, the pamphlet says this is a Station of mixed cultures, at least-- new people, new experiences... right? The shuttle carrying you to this backwater shit house lurches before coming to a stop. You step off the shuttle and onto your new home, spotting a security checkpoint... the last obstacle between you and the Station. As you approach, a Security Officer posted there asks you for your ID. You hand it in. Who are you?

>Wendy the Chaplain

>Squeaks the Clown

>Dave an Assistant

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>6 Years ago your babysitter made your life a living hell.
>Now with the power of your grandfathers pocketwatch you've gone back to the past with a brilliant plan!
>You're going to get her to fall in love with you, and when she does you're going to break her heart.

>You approach her as she's walking along one day.
>You stop in front of you.
>She doesn't pay you any mind as she approaches with her CD player in hand and earphones in her ears.
>You shout out,
"Excuse me but, I think I know you from somewhere."
>She takes off her headphones stopping and looking at you.
>"Uh, what?"
"I just, I think I've seen you somewhere before?"
>"Buzz off, I'm trying to get home."
>She puts in her earbuds again.
"Wait I uh-"
>She sighs taking them out again.
>"You got fucking hearing issues or something buddy? I said scram!"
"Alright, I mean, you're just real pretty is all."
>She raises an eyebrow.
>"Ok, you've got my attention. Now what do you really want?"
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1. "N-nothing, I just think you're super pretty is all, let's be friends!"

2. "Don't want nothing, just wanna hang out."

3. "I wanna fuck you so hard your eyes come out of your sockets."