Archived threads in /qst/ - Quests - 186. page

File: 1473622734259.jpg (107KB, 459x507px) Image search: [Google]

107KB, 459x507px

Primal.

Your rawest instincts claw outwards as you come into consciousness, every waking second bringing forth another surge of unending agony. Searing into your mind, a blinding light covers anything and everything before slowly retreating away, leaving you with a dull ache.

You want to empty the contents of your skull onto the floor nearby.

You are in:
>A shitty isekai quest.
>An top quality anime fanfiction.
>Capeshit garbage.
>Some scifi wankfest.
>Civshit
>A /r9k/ + /pol/ spunk stain.
>A regurgitated tabletop setting.
>"Orignal Content"
[]Write-in

File: 1467226469824.jpg (459KB, 1920x1200px) Image search: [Google]

459KB, 1920x1200px

You are a cisgendered white male in the heart of a western metropolitan city. The world is engulfed in Ragnarok: nuclear war, and you are surrounded by swarms of rioting blacks and metizos. The riots are being coordinated by jews from their command center in the city's subway system.

You start in a run-down crackhouse, what is your first move?

File: spirit_world.jpg (18KB, 480x360px) Image search: [Google]

18KB, 480x360px

>>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WUW2hRQkegM

Welcome to Spirit Detective Quest! This quest, as the title suggests, takes place in the world of Yu Yu Hakusho, though it does not take place during the events of the show. You're a young highschooler, one who will find himself granted the title of Spirit Detective, and will be charged with tracking down demons and other supernatural criminals.

>Rules

Each time I make an update, there will be a ten minute window in which you can vote between various options I have provided. Write-ins are accepted and encouraged, but I do reserve the right to veto them. Once ten minutes have passed, the option (or suitable combination) with the most support will win.

You can choose multiple options, but be mindful of when that doesn't take any sense. Saying you want to go talk to someone and then talk to someone else in one post doesn't make much sense.

Also, in combat, I may veto selecting multiple options depending on how feasible that seems.

As far as combat, you will roll to attempt different options. I will not tell you what the number needed is ahead of time, so use your heads and balance risk/reward. Sometimes, you should take riskier options if they can yield greater payoff. Other times, it's best to play it safe. Use your judgement.

This is not Dragonball, and while there are sometimes ways to bring back the dead, they are few and far between, so do not assume that anybody you kill/let die will be coming back.

I hope you all have fun.

Previous threads

>>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=spirit+detective

File: Admor.png (5MB, 4000x2000px) Image search: [Google]

5MB, 4000x2000px

7 Years ago, a bright new world was called forth from the chaos. It’s people found themselves at the beginning of their time, in the stone age and lost in a sea of megafauna from bygone eras and metafauna crawling the countryside and the underside. Peopled with elves, dwarves, goblins, orcs, gnolls and faeries...and more and worse the years began to turn.

This is a civilization quest, not a text based PvP shooter, so expect more lore building than dominating your fellow players. We’ve developed a point system for leveling skills, technologies and construction to prevent a well worded action from granting OP swag and to allow for easily made up lost turns, or turn acceleration.

Eventually, there will be RPG quests for players based on the lore created during this phase.

https://discord.gg/AEWpRyq

Is our discord channel. We have several abandoned races, and others available. Currently things are low tech and there are no innately powerful races available. Pop in and introduce yourself if you’re interested in a long round of civilization quest.

With each turn, you get 2 actions. These are used to discover technologies, start building projects, scouting, trading expeditions, etc. You may roll and let the dice decide your fate, or “take 50” and just have an average success. Some actions will require a roll, even if you wish you could “take 50”!

Each turn you get 100 Passive points. These represent what your people are doing during your turn, other than the two actions. Passive points may be used directly to increase a technology, construction project, etc. Passive points are also used to level up your citizens.

Civilizations have notable citizens. These are the inventors, the generals, the kings, etc. For 1 passive point (1PP). You may single out an individual, and train them specifically, rather than just raise a civilization technology.

When training units, PP are used to level up your troops.

File: vnl.jpg (26KB, 400x400px) Image search: [Google]

26KB, 400x400px

POLITICAL IMAGINARIUM:

Anon: Dreamy

What memes do become?

Anon - radient geek

/X /qst and Sci-fi fag here.
We prototype
become future
Our imaginarium vast as planet

Why deign to live in crumble world
And normie restrictions
When our fiction prefers
And exact a future upon us all

In the imagine machine we sit
Dreaming of both viscous and radiant
terrafirma mind through meme
Seeding possible futures
Which given dank space grow.


You are Golden Sparrow,
You are a lobbyist
You are the fabled Black Knight
You are a cisgendered white male in the heart of a western metropolitan city.
open hatch
before climbing down into the memes below
you grab your best friend from your weapon rack.

Is it a:

Rod of Enlightenment
The Emoter gun
Or fist of feel
You select the rod,
As you tighten your grip you become hard
Thought ceases for a moment
shadows pass across nodes
The hive, already greater than anything human,
a god trolling for nuisance wildlife
Opens in your mind's eye

Anon

Think this
A ruling class evolve mob-empathy
predict and see only masses
In achieving social vision
lose all perception of self
And communism themselves

Anon

Read between the memes
To observe new swelling earth
The future belongs to the caffeinated.
And those who would game even AFK
Force simplified rights and wrongs
Already ruled for their inhabitance.


Chrorus

All futures possible in the imagrium
Not images, but seeds
We grow them

File: casper-movie-screencaps.com-39.jpg (131KB, 1594x897px) Image search: [Google]

131KB, 1594x897px

Premise: twenty teenagers arrive at a recently abandoned house for a dance party hosted by a student at a high school that started at 9:00 pm.

Things were looking fine for the guests at the party until about 30 minutes in, the power was cut off.

By the time it happened, things were starting to act strange and began to harm the partygoers.

Soon, this party has turned into a series of events that lead to every single one of the twenty guests that started to feel odd, getting sick, or worse, ended up killed in bizarre and freaky ways.

And it’s up to them to solve a mystery of who’s doing the crime to those teenagers before all them will be cursed forever.

Before we start on this game, we need to create 20 characters for the quest using some the common tropes to describe them.

All you need to is to fill the form here:
>[Character Name], a [Character Stereotype Trope] who is a [Main Character Trait Trope] that always [seconary character Trait Trope]; however his/her flaws were [Any Character Flaw trope, the maximum is 4].

Once all the players created the characters, we could start the quest, mmkay?

File: Cabin in the woods 3.jpg (78KB, 600x316px) Image search: [Google]

78KB, 600x316px

You grumble, swiping into the stairs. It is a strange thing how much a man misses Ben E King's Stand by Me - elevator music version. But then, when you woke up this morning or the day before or the one before that or the one before that you never imagined climbing up and down two hundred and nineteen steps while absolutely hammered on a quite possibly illegal conconction of alcoholic drinks.

Eventually you arrive rasping and having left a few puddles of vomit on your route. Jess is sitting with a plain black box by her side. "Still alive luv?" She askes with an awkward smile, her brown hair is cut even shorter than usual. Probably not the time to be noticing that or how godlike military life made her legs. SAS bitches be fiiine.

> So about your new assignment (will trigger new vote)

> WHATS IN THE BOX?

> How you doing?

> Write-In

Speech anon didn't get in touch so lewdbin vote at the end of this thread.

File: opener.png (2MB, 860x1200px) Image search: [Google]

2MB, 860x1200px

It was almost a shock seeing the snow falling onto such a lush array of colorful plantlife. Jor walked alongside Sapling Slrrt down a cobblebone path with the red sun of Horizon's Drops dawn just illuminating the city.

The Garden of Remembrance was finished with the help of the Armatocere, the large park filled with twisting paths that wound between copses of alien trees and plantlife. Murals and statues rose up from the brush depicting scenes of the Armada's history.

Jor pointed to a mural that showed the fateful encounter of Jadyk and Lorgul facing against Sub-Admiral Estkri, "The first time Jadyk and Lorgul fought side-by-side to protect Horizon's Drop."

A statue loomed nearby, a replica of Agonas original form standing stoically back to back against a clone of her Pyroclastic reforged form. A similar statue displayed the before and after Reforging of Punisher Muic.

Slrrt sways as they travels alongside the human, stopping to direct a tendril to a mural showing a familiar scene and the floral ambassador drones out, "I am surprised to see this scene immortalized."

Jor laughs as he looks at the image showing him and the Voidsinger Commander standing in the middle of an alien ruin meeting the Armatocere for the first time, Slrrt and their cacti guard standing opposite of them, "It was a fateful event. My first role as ambassador and the meeting of Armada and Armatocere."

Moving on they see murals and engravings showing various scenes, Nekris and Jadyk fighting and slaying Ahkam, the liberation of Rukor and Bastion. A large statue of the Beast of Rukor rises out of the ground as if surfacing and a mural behind it depicting its slaying and transformation into the Fury of the Wormstar. Grand murals displaying the invasion and siege of the B'Nan system, the Predators duel with the Warbeast Rider and the arrival of Gral on the battlefield, a statue replica of the conjoined juggernaut burning with Voidflame.

They pass by a trio of Stonestar standing by a series of murals and statues depicting Bastion and its liberation, the unification of the Armada and the Lavafather. They seemed focused on the portion detailing the banishment of the Stonestar living below their feet and roots, the eldest of the trio sharing the tale with the two younger stonestar born on Horizon's Drop.

Jor knew there were many stories not on display, stories that the Armada would prefer to keep secret. Yet there were many blank and featureless displays and blocks of stone. The Ambassador looked toward Jor and the human, picking up on the floral body language, replies, "They are for the stories not yet told. Battles and victories not yet won, friends and enemies not yet met. They are for the future and I suspect this Garden will continue to grow and flourish for a long time."

File: IMG_2876.png (752KB, 857x679px) Image search: [Google]

752KB, 857x679px

"The things I do for you," Ragna mutters, catching her with his remaining arm and landing on the floor in a heap.

"But... but WHY?!" Noel screams. "Why'd you have to lose it?! WHY?!"

"Please, not so loud..." Ragna responds.

"But, your arm!" Noel replies.

"Yeah; it's gone for good this time..." Ragna answers. "Oh, well; I still have one left, so no worries, right?"

"BUT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO HAVE TWO!" Noel responds, breaking down in tears. "YOU IDIOT!"

She beats his back with her fists, calling him 'idiot' over and over again.

"You... calling me that... again..." Ragna murmurs.

"I get the impression this isn't the first time this has happened..." you react.

"It also happened when she saved me from falling in the Cauldron with Nu," he adds, tightening his embrace around her.

"What on Earth made you think it would be a wise idea to counter-current the tempering?" Rachel demands, warping down beside them. "You softhearted idiot..."

The Sankishin and Major Kisaragi stare at Noel and Ragna in bitter judgment.

"Mr. Hero?" Rachel inquires.

The Sankishin answers, "I have no desire to kill a man who is already nearly dead. I have no business here."

"...What?" Ragna asks. "You're just going to let me walk?"

"Even a Beast in human form poses no threat, provided it has neither a means of nor desire for destruction," the Sankishin responds. "And you've proven well enough today that you're capable of curing one who has both."

"Well, it's a good thing Noel doesn't have any inherent reaction to Azure Grimoires," you add.

"Do not mistake mercy for forgiveness," the Sankishin cautions. "Should you ever threaten the world again, I will end you."

"I wouldn't bet on it," Ragna replies, "but thanks... whatever the hell kind of logic that is."

"...Brother," the Major blurts out.

"Jin, cut me some slack. Just this once..." Ragna replies.

"Noel... Noel Vermillion... Damn you...!" Jin interjects.

"Wait... Did you just call him 'brother?'" Noel reacts.

"That's not the issue here!" Jin yells in her face. "You, YOU...!"

"I know, right? She's not exactly bright," Hazama interrupts, taking center stage. "But that's really not the issue here, people..."

"Terumi... you bastard!" Ragna yells, lifting his sword with his remaining arm.

"Captain Hazama!" Jin demands. "What the hell is the meaning of this?!"

Noel gasps for breath, glaring at the murderous agent in fear and exasperation.

"Noel, behind me!" Rachel orders. "Mr. Hero!"

"Damn you," 'Mr. Hero' responds, facing Hazama.

"Aww. And here I was hoping you'd be happy to see me," the Captain jests. "You guys are mean."

"I mean, just look at you! No doubt about it; this crowd's ready to rock!" he goes on, baring his teeth at your face as he grins.

"Anyways, I only swung by 'cause I wanted to tell you the big news!" he chimes on. "You know that Takamagahara thingamajig? I just broke its ass with the power of mathematics!"

File: paitras17.png (1MB, 1364x580px) Image search: [Google]

1MB, 1364x580px

The blast sends the gate of the Royal Palace of Dominas flying backwards. In the skies above elvish griffon riders engage two dragons, demons fly onto the walls and towers where they engage the longobwmen of Anglanorse, aided by dwarvish warriors in heavy armor and elvish priests. The Palace's courtyard is filled with smoke as handgonners open fire, crossbowmen loose bolts and mages launch their spells at the approaching enemies.
For the second time this year, the Dark Dragon Anavark leads an assault on the Holy City, Dominas, capital of our allies - Paitras. This war has been fought for over three years now and has claimed hundreds of thousands, if not millions of lives. Here, today, it will be settled.
The defenders had taken notes from the previous time the Rhoznaxi attacked - arraying our forces far better, with cover protecting us and traps laid for the enemy. The first waves in are black orcs of the Badlands - slaughtered by volleys of concentrated magic, blackpowder and arrows. Again and again they try to assail the courtyard, to no avail - as the bodies begin piling up so high they impede the enemies behind them, the order is given for the elites to take the fore. As fallen orcs are raised to fight again as undead, demons of Flamkor advance, clashing with the lines of pikemen ready for them.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CB3H05OhVDI

Among the first Roggarians to fall is Febarow, his halberd having missed the plate-armored lizardman who dashed ahead far too quickly and impaled the centaur through the heart with a spear.
"Hold the line, men!" The King of Paitras, Nerudius Ezgielan, yells as he joins the fray alongside his Guard.

File: 1470088626083.png (232KB, 1280x768px) Image search: [Google]

232KB, 1280x768px

For the past couple of minutes you've been busy talking things through with your former boss, Ikumi Unagiya.
To your surprise she managed to get accustomed to the fact that you're an adult relatively well.
But something tells you that no matter what might happen some part of her will always see you as the shitty little brat she had to give the noogie of a lifetime to for eating her chocolate pudding.

Eventually she looks up at you and says something interesting.
''There is just something that I don't get however...''

Curiously you raise an eyebrow at that.
''What is it?''

She reaches into her pocket and retrieves a very small, red satchel.
Ikumi keeps dangling it before her as you keep staring at it.
''If you guys are hollows then why didn't this thing work?
Or indeed, why didn't it work on you before Krieger?''

Ichigo who has been rather silent up until now, probably to avoid the ire of his boss, speaks up in surprise.
''Hey!
That's almost like mine!''
The boy pulls out an exact replica of Ikumis small bag.

''Well duh!
That's because I got it from your mother!''

''Wait! What?!
You know my mom?!''

''Obviously!
Did you think I employed you because you're such a good worker?
Hate to break it to you Ichigo but I'd have fired you long ago were it not for your mom asking that favor from me.
You're kind of a lazy bastard.''

You look at Ichigo and let out a smirk.
''Told you!''
Then you turn your attention to Ikumi.
''May I?''

You extend your arm to her and she gently puts the satchel in it.
As you turn it around to take a closer look at it you see a symbol written on it, no doubt this serves as the trigger for whatever it's meant to do as you feel tiny amounts of reishi in the ink itself.
After opening it you see a small piece of wood with a few lines of text written on it in High German of all things.

''Our Father in the Heavens,
Shine your light down on us;
Your reign shall come,
Your will shall come true;
In the Heavens as well as on Earth.
Please Oh Lord,
Protect your children from the impure;
Grant them strength so they can fight for you.

Amen.''

You read it out loud.
''Quincy magic...''

But as you finish you notice something else is still hidden deep within the tiny package.
As you turn it inside out various green spices fall onto your open palm.
After giving it a closer sniff you reel back a bit.

''That... that smells foul...''

Ichigo raises his own pouch and smells it for himself.
''I don't know what you're talking about.
This smells quite nice, actually.''

File: THE FACTORY.jpg (324KB, 1138x700px) Image search: [Google]

324KB, 1138x700px

With the whirring of machines and clash of metal, the Factory works tirelessly, endlessly, never stopping. Deep below, within the earth, the gears that turn the Factory grind away at their mysterious purpose. You have left your previous life behind, and now are trapped within the Factory.

Good luck. You'll need it.
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AthinarOfJeno

Discord: https://discord.gg/un6aawU

---------------------------------------------------------

Groaning, you sit up, vision blurry. Looking around, you see that you are at the bottom of a metal pit, on a blood-soaked floor. Where... are you? More importantly, WHO are you?

Pick one.

Sam Alexander -
Male, 22-year-old baseball player from Melbourne, Florida.
>+2 Wounds
>Brawler: +5 to Melee Combat

Bruce Connors -
Male, 60-year-old dockworker from Boston, Massachusetts.
>+3 Wounds
>Manual Labor: +5 to Heavy Lifting

Hadim el-Farran -
Male, 27-year-old chemistry teacher from Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
>+1 Wound
>Chemist: +5 to Chemistry

Alice MacIntyre -
Female, 25-year-old reporter from Columbus, Ohio.
>+1 Wound
>Intrepid Reporter: +5 to Perception

Lt. Constance Michels -
Female, 52-year-old ex-Marine from Baton Rouge, Louisiana.
>+3 Wounds
>Old Soldier: +5 to Guns

Sadie Burrows -
Female, 21-year-old gymnast from Miami, Florida.
>+1 Wound
>Gymnast: +5 to Acrobatics

(To clarify, Wounds are HP, and you can take that many hits before you die.)

File: 170cf2eebdec13617c69b3a8d6dbc157.jpg (183KB, 1024x468px) Image search: [Google]

183KB, 1024x468px

The tale continues, and may not end, for that is the real curse... to linger here, until there is nought left but a husk.

Please read previous thread before contributing.
Previous Thread: >>1225528

You are a new undead journeying through a forgotten land trying to find purpose.

You met a dying old man at the bottom of a valley who gave you a task: deliver this mysterious envelope to an unknown person. You now have some reason for carrying on and refuse to go hollow.

You travelled through the forest and met a cloaked and hooded woman, she gave you a very brief understanding of the surrounding area.

You have just encountered a group of 4 hollows wandering through the forest while you were on your way to a village the woman spoke about.

You freeze on the spot and slowly attempt to conceal yourself behind a tree to the side of the path. One of the hollows continues walking and leaves the path into the forest. You stand back with your right shoulder against tree-bark. Breathing heavily you clutch your sword hilt for comfort, but moving even that much makes your chain-mail clink. You hear footsteps on the path but do not look around for fear of drawing more attention. A faint gust of wind blows over the treetops and masks any minor noises.

You hear the crackle of leaves and gravel on the other side of the tree. On the spur of the moment you swing around slash the hollow across the chest with your blade and send him flying back onto the ground with a blast of pyromancy. You sustain a hit in the shoulder from a knife thrown by one of the other two.

Only two hollows remain standing, one wielding spear and shield, the other wielding a dagger.
They are positioned forward and back respectively.
You have sustained a minor injury.

Do you…

>Attack close hollow (pyromancy/sword)

>Attack far hollow (pyromancy)

>Drink Estus

>Run

>Write in…

File: mmisoasquest.png (875KB, 900x862px) Image search: [Google]

875KB, 900x862px

Lately the news has been getting under your skin. It seems like the world's become flooded with nothing but politics and arguments over political correctness. You used to look to the internet for a moment's reprieve, but even the imageboards you frequent have become not much more than partisan shitposting and stale jokes.

That's why you decided to take a road trip with your friends, John and Sue. You took off from a small town in northern Wisconsin a few hours ago, heading south towards the desert. John's driving and Sue is in the passenger seat, leaving you in the back. Despite the purpose of the trip being to get away from the issues of modern society, those two are caught up in a political debate.

"I'm all for trying to help people out, but the money has to come from somewhere," John says. "I don't think it's right to expect you or me to pay for some guy's liver surgery after he drinks himself half to death."
"That's awful!" Sue says. "People's lives are way more important than saving a few dollars on your taxes!"
"If I had it my way, we wouldn't be paying any taxes at all."
"What about you, Giles?"

Hearing your name, you look away from the window.
"What?" You ask. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention."
"Do you think people should be paying taxes to help each other out?" Sue asks.

>"Taxation is theft."
>"It's only fair."
>"Can't we talk about something else?"
>Write-in

File: tracer_overwatch_drawn_by_akatsuki_sora__sample-37381c5980b4723a0bc6a81193e3fec1.jpg (199KB, 850x1894px) Image search: [Google]

199KB, 850x1894px

In a time of global conflict, the elite international task force Overwatch was formed. Soldiers, scientists, adventurers, and oddities: together, they ended the Omnic Crisis and restored peace to a war-torn world. For a generation, the heroes of Overwatch protected the world, inspiring an era of exploration, innovation, and discovery.

After many years, Overwatch became troubled, and finally disbanded. Without them, world conflict and terror rose again. Governments weakened by strife ceded power to mega-corporations. Militaries were replaced by private security forces. Some omnics returned to war with humanity; others remained peaceful, but faced fear and violence.

Overwatch was gone. But the world still needed heroes.

You are a young man who's been many things: adventurer, treasure hunter, freedom fighter, and international criminal. Recently you encountered the re-formed Overwatch: a grand title for two ex-agents, Winston and Tracer, operating as outlaws out of an abandoned Watchpoint. Despite their down-and-out-status, or perhaps because of it, you were inspired to join them. You left your old life behind to become the first recruit of the new Overwatch.

Now you and Tracer are travelling the globe, defending the people of the world from harm and searching for potential agents to rebuild Overwatch. The world needs heroes. Maybe you can be one of them.

Updates: https://twitter.com/ravenkingquests

Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Overwatch%20Quest

Discord: https://discord.gg/t7DHUPk