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Honestly just stole this from Chapter Quest™ by Skargan
SEGMENTUM... OBSCURUS...
SECTOR... DUES....
PLANET..... Carmentia....
IMPERIAL DATE... 353.M41....
LOCAL DATE... VARIES....
LOCAL TIME... VARIES....

The planet Carmentia is a Feudal World located in Subsector Iconium. A world with a modest population of only 10 Million Imperial Souls. Carmentia is a temperate world, the distance between the planet and its star perfectly adjusted that it follows a Terran standard of 24 hours, and the pleasure of temperate weathers. Carmentia shares orbit around its star with several planetary bodies. Most Carmentians refer to the twin moons that hang in the sky as Neral and Lukan. Named after a local planetary myth regarding two rival brothers born from the same father but different mothers.

From the Kings and Dukes reigning over the grasslands to the Scholars and Priests of the Fortress-Monasteries to the roaming Ferrheim tribes to the expansive Shahanamajrate. Many cultures and people call this planet home. Vast Grasslands, rolling hills, murky swamps, dry deserts, massive mountain ranges, and deep blue oceans with untapped resources cover the planet. From the fist-sized multi-hued crystals found in the Gregorian Caves to the extensive veins of valuable materials like Titanium, or the expansive Promethium reserves managed by the Shahanamajrate.

Carmentia, a highly diverse and cultured Feudal planet.
A world of stone citadels and cities, massive nomad tribes, sprawling desert empires
Highly abundant in resources.
A world engulfed in flames and war.

Two days has passed sincd the 5th Vanguard Chamber of the Angels Aurum chapter engaged the Heretics setting the world aflame. Hundreds if not Thousands of bodies still plague the field where they first met. 50 Knight-Brothers and 25 Squires went into battle that day.

None returned.

THE RAID OF CARMENTIA II
>"Master Primaldo. I am here." Epistolary Giambattista bowed before the Chapter Master of the Angels Aurum. Eager to assist his ailing chapter in their dire time.
>"VIGGO! VIGGO! LORD VIGGO!" Squire Caen's Strained voice called out as he stumbled through the burning city of Cerroghost. His sire lost, his chapter lost, his resolve faltering.
>"MOUNT UP!" Squire Bredenbau swung his legs over the Holy Machine. The Golden-wing Exhausts on the Scout Bike spouting choking fumes, ready to depart and hunt down the Bands of heretics plaguing the deserts.
>"In Their Name." Whispered Warden Uggo. Bracing his heavy bolter, he watched his Auspex. Ghost-like pings echoing on the borders of his sensors.

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You're a soldier of a nondescript kingdom marching along the forest, but oh what's this? You just got shanked by a goblin! Oh u ded.
Then you get resurrected as a skeleton soldier doomed to forever march around and kill shit with your equally dead compatriots, but oh wahts dis? You and your undead friends got attacked by a bunch of heroes for exp! Oh u ded (again). Actually no, you played dead long enough for another group of undead to pick you up.
Thus begin your adventure as a new member in a dysfunction junction of an undead military squad.

>Roll d100 for class
>also this guy's name is steve

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Truth or Dare Endgame

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Pokemon%20Island%20Adventure%20Quest
https://twitter.com/GobbleQM
Character info pastebin in progress: http://pastebin.com/iB0tb7rz
Dice cheat sheet: http://pastebin.com/994WTT3g

General rules:

There is a 10 minute voting period after each post. Non-contradictory votes will be combined as best as possible.

Write-ins for all votes are always welcome and encouraged. They may not all make it into the post or be altered to fit in, but I'll do my best to at least try to address the spirit of the write-in.

Very important or contentious votes may be redone in a stricter voting system as circumstances warrant.

Combat mechanics involve three rolls of 1d100, taking the best, and using the base accuracy and crit ranges of the game, roughly, but the 'turn order' will be more like the anime, where sometimes you can do a few moves in a row or be hit by a combo of moves yourself, all depending on circumstances. Stronger moves tend to take more time and have more cooldown than weaker moves, so beware of that timing. Speed is more important for closing ground, intercepting, and other things and doesn't necessarily mean going first. Infact, you can do more than one move in a row like the anime, but so can your opponents.

Call me out on a mistake and receive a suggestive picture, mostly likely a butt.

Pokemon:
Gobble (Munchlax)
Mace (Roggenrola)
Belladonna (Roselia)
Dice (Totodile)

Badges: 2

Recently: Truth or Dare and then you and Hana got busy and lewd in a closet.

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Previous threads:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Cyberpunk%20Demonslayer

Last time, Krystal set out to reclaim the city of Diluvium, but first had to take care of Patches. Again.
Things went well enough, what with the spiders and spider miniboss and tribe of hostile daemonettes you'll have to face in gladiatorial combat to leave in peace.

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Well shit

In one day you managed to roll under a bridge, dirsupt traffic with a bottle of shit water and piss.

And get arrested for it.

Now your in the police station with no bail, looking at police officers in the distance do their due-diligence: paperwork.

(Last thread for some more details~ >>1287732)

Life couldnt get any worse could it? Your supposed to have hit rock bottom, right?

Only time will tell
Oh and probably your actions too, you cant exactly wait to die or something. Thats not how humans tick.

>actions?

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It is an age of mercenaries in a fantasy land. Join a small band of Landsknechts as they seek fame and coin... through a boardgame.

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Let's play a season of Speedball 2 in team manager mode. You get to decide how to spend the team's money, who to train, which players to buy from the transfer market and so on, but the matches will be on auto pilot. I will try to give a commentator's summary of the game after each round.

The game itself explained: http://pastebin.com/vMr3WW4W

Our players and their default positions (can be swapped around):

LDEF Colin
GOAL Barry
RDEF Justin

LMID Nigel
CMID Graham
RMID Darren

LWNG Arnold
CFWD Trevor
RWNG Robin

SUB1 Stewart
SUB2 Gordon
SUB3 Kevin

A round lasts until I have enough "team orders" to conduct business. For contradicting orders, the last two digits serve as a roll.

Each update will include the results of the last match with commentator's highlights as well as the game stats, our next opponent and so on.

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>Name
>Color
>Location

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Yet such belief is, in reality, a rule beset upon the Sansuis to keep them at bay- that a Fake
cannot exceed in the top capabilities of a human being, in any field whatsoever. This, of course,
is an absolutely massive fucking waste, given how Fakes can archive millimetric precision
by just turning a screw in their heads, or keep track of heavy numbers that would take whole
teams of humans to manage- and you best be paying well. The Second's higher ups are, of
course, aware of their capabilities. Letting the Sansuis make-a-Fake a few times over would,
of course, lead to insurrection. The Judges know this, the Sansuis know this; you know
this. So what happens, then, with all those cool tricks a Fake could pull? Well, they had to set
a middle ground. Some Fakes are a bit smarter, some a bit stronger, others are a bit
warmer than your average human. "As long as they don't dEKE," someone says on the
streets, "they can keep on doing my dishes".

Where you lack the brute strength of an Arma you've got the precision of a Fake, which is the
single most shared attribute in your kind since most people don't consider it to be dangerous.
Which may mean, as well, that Preah more than makes up for her lack of a GOG Gas.

And all that doesn't explain, yet, at all, how the fuck you managed to crush Lumina's hand on a
handshake.

(Cont!)

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Kick your feet up, and welcome to Magical Girl For Hire Quest!

You are Miranda Styles, a relatively unscrupulous magical girl currently working for Silver Eye Solutions, a umbrella corporation for magical girl mercenaries such as yourself, located in scenic The Intersection, a dimensional nowhere and everywhere where you rest, recuperate, live, and get details for your next job.

And right now you’re-

“WOOOOOOOO! CRAPPY MOVIE NIIIIIGHT!”

...yeah. Doing that. Thank you, Lorelei.

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You're a normal guy living in a shitty apartment. One day you eat a family sized pizza by yourself and feel something tremble in your innards. Turns out it wasn't the pizza, it was your power awakening. What is your power?

1 = Summon and control vacuum cleaners
2 = Telekinesis
3 = Mind reading
4 = Become incorporeal
5 = Time stop
6 = Deadeye mode
7 = Necromancy
8 = Transform into animals
9 = Shoot fire from mouth
10 = Choose any from above

Roll 1d10 to see whose answer is picked, the higher the better. Roll 2d10 for this particular situation, second roll picks power.

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Probably a oneshot.

Lore tells of a time many, many years ago, in the distant past of Arda. Far to the east of the Ocean and the Undying Lands, there was a valley known as Cuiviénen. It was the home of the Elves, the first of the Children of Ilúvatar. Amongst the Elves had already emerged a clan, stemming from its primogenitor, one of the first of the Awakened. It is this clan whose history we will follow through the history of the World.

The head of this clan was...

>An Elf woman named [Ellien / Cela / Tillian / Other]
>An Elf man named [Mandil / Telendol / Alnor / Other]

Cuiviénen was a fair and peaceful land; it rang with the sounds of song and laughter beneath the ever-starlight sky. Yet its outskirts were haunted by beasts strong and cruel, which stalked the dark woods and preyed upon the unwary.

Your first action as leader of your clan is to...

>Befriend others with charm, making alliances
>Train with discipline to protect Cuiviénen from the threats from outside the valley
>Study rigorously and alone, increasing your knowledge and skill

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In this quest, you will be playing a young man or woman as they try to make their way in the world. You are not one of the Exalted, but perhaps with effort and more than a bit of luck you can become worth something.

First, are you a man or a woman?
>Man
>Woman

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> Sunday, August 23rd, 2015

SITUATION: http://pastebin.com/ziMsX6th
MECHANICS: http://pastebin.com/49M2eE8Z
THE RULES: http://pastebin.com/BEsprkBZ
THE TANK: http://pastebin.com/sJsgig6B
THE DIVISIONS: http://pastebin.com/xCQZAdqU
THE SHOP: http://pastebin.com/v6xeDRXj
DANON’S THE TEAM: http://pastebin.com/bUU2v0z8

You wait by your cellphone. This could be it. Today decides whether or not you walk into work tomorrow as Rank Two or Rank One. Why does the Captain have to be so cruel to you by making you suffer this wait? It’s only 5 in the morning! She could stand to tell you now so you don’t spend the rest of the day panicking, PANICKING.

AH, YOU’RE PANICKING!

Josephina looks at you from the mirror as the rest of the girls do up their hair and make up. “Elodie. You look like you are going to tear a hole in that phone with your mind. Qu’est-ce qu’il y a?”

Winona says, “She’s waiting on a big promotion.”

“Oooh. She’s already been promoted twice. Elodie could be the fastest one to Rank One in LGA’s history!” says Josephina.

“Yep.” You’re already prepared. Anyway. Just steel your resolve in case she says Lyra got the job and not you.

Ingrid looks at you, quirking her brow. “Well, if you ask me, I’m not looking forward to next month. We got Tankery, and we have classes, not to mention working on the ship.” She shakes her head. “Eugh.”

“Yeah. Postseason is in September, along with our last few matches,” says Stack. “Y’ask me, them breaks in the middle was kinda pointless.”

Winona sits down next to you on the bench, smiling. “Try not to let it get to you, Ellie. Focus on other stuff.” She winks at you, smirking. “Like me.”

> “Could you not.”
> “You’re right. I need something to do.”
> LET IT GET TO YOU
> Other

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High School, the soul sucking nightmare building that turns so many kids into depressed fucks. The classes were mind-numbing drudgery, the other students were bumbling imbeciles with a few rare exceptions, and those rare exceptions were often the crown princes of douchebags. This was your world, and you were on your last legs, senior year, seventeen, suffering through every hour of the school day, no real friends to speak of, and a family that was too busy to care. The boredom was killing you, and you needed a way to revive your mind. Video games, books, movies, roleplay, you even tried sports, but found that you sucked at them. Nothing could make you feel... anything, anything but boredom and exhaustion.
Basically, life sucked and you're a little bit of an edgelord about it.
And to top it all off, it was raining out today, and you had to walk home. Good thing you had an umbrella. You unfurl it over your head as you walk out the door, and pulling your hood over your head, protecting yourself from the elements as you join the crowd of mongoloids leaving the school.
You need a car, unfortunately everyone else was just a bit faster at applying for jobs and your parents wouldn't buy you diddly shit, but that was fine, you'd manage, it's just more exhaustion and boredom.
Pretty soon you're alone in the street, and decide to play some music to yourself now that no one else is around to shit on your tastes, since you forgot your earbuds at home.

What song do you pick?

Option 1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZN6kCgMUjFw
Option 2 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ql9-82oV2JE

If my formatting is fucked I'm sorry, this is my first quest