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It's 9 in the evening on a Wednesday in March. Looking out through the window from the desk where I'm supposed to be working, the sight of the sky fills me with immeasurable bliss. It's the moment before a sunset turns into night and the light of the sun at the cusp of the Earth relative from where I am sitting has turned the star-filled sky a slightly surreal, perfect grey. The sound of the sprinkler outside coming on returns me to my desk, ticking as it rotates.

My name is Knausgård. Up until a few years ago I was an extremely obscure, though critically lauded Norwegian writer. After I wrote the sarcastically titled My Struggle, chronicling my life for over 3,600 pages, I've become famous all over the world and a millionaire.

For a while I basked in the satisfaction of this, living in a heap of houses out on the Swedish countryside with my bipolar wife Linda and my four children.

I was finishing a poetic encyclopedia on the world, full of digressive diary entries, intended to introduce my youngest daughter in the world when my wife, also a writer, decided she didn't want to live in "my shadow". It's just me out on the Swedish countryside now.

It's funny. When I was young I was always yearning for freedom, but now, having attained it as an almost middle-aged man, I don't know what to do with it.

>What should Knausgård do now?

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Previous threads:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Cyberpunk%20Demonslayer
(These could use some votes, btw)

When we last left off, our hero Krystal had just finished infiltrating the headquarters of the old order, now a cesspool of thieves. She and her bodyguards are disguised as prostitutes, and are planning their next move...

>[]Kill the guards by the gates.
>[]Go after whoever is in charge of this hellhole.
>[]Have a foursome. Purely to avoid suspicion, of course.
>[]Other.
(Should you begin your attack, roll 1d100)

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(A Multi-civ game)

In the year, [Turn 0], the Empire boasts its strengths in having a cooperative multi-racial nation. Through the unique skills presented by each different race, the Empire led in many aspects of advancements. Of course, this couldn't have been done without the leadership skills of Emperor Bello, the Reborn-er. Through his leadership, the Empire was happy, successful, and great.

Until, the Emperor died that is.

[Now you play as a noble, who has to lead in this time of need when the Empire is leaderless, a powder-keg of racial tension, and all the while other nobles get in your way in whatever your goal is.]

Hereditary, Noble Builder.

>Lord's Name:
>Fluff:
>Skill: (Keep blank)
>Bonus: (Keep blank)
>Kingdom's Name:
>Color: (Also write your location)
>Fluff: (Fantasy Races are allowed)
(Keep everything blank below)
>Military:
>Supply:
>Buildings:
>Technology:
>Storage:
>Magic:
>Bonus:

>New players:
Can take over/replace afk nations or become a supporter/hero/or solo person.


>Setting: Medieval Fantasy. All race is fine. Magic is severely limited.

>How to play?
Just think of a regular civ-game but each player controls one civ.
Each player has 2 actions.
Use these 2 actions to build your nation to whatever you wish.

>Location:
Give me the location you want to be placed.

>East, South, West Castle
Controlling one castle gives 1 bonus action.
-Requirements
Must control all the land around the castle or the players around the castle gives an unanimous vote to give you the castle.
Can not control another castle or the Capital.

>Capital
Controlling the Capital gives 2 bonus actions.
-Requirements
Must control the land around the castle.
Can not control a castle.
Players with 50% of the territory of the whole map must vote you in.

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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 in the middle of a war. Specifically, you, as well as your fellow mercenaries and friends Izumi and Lorelei have been added on to mercenary outfit Dynamic Methods as an heavy-duty auxiliary force to assist them in helping bring a nation back from the brink of defeat in a skyworld. You’re currently on location in Gable, a very important skyland that your clients, the nation of Alusia, have recently lost and are desperately trying to reclaim. You, Lorelei, and Izumi are currently on task to reclaim or disable the five Iblis Cannons- massive anti-air batters/lasers formerly under Alusian command that now prevent the bulk of the Alusian fleet from getting too close. You’ve managed to recapture one, and the three of you have now split up in order to try and get three at once.

You managed to find your way to Cannon 4, where you’ve just made a rather impactful entrance, and learned about something called ‘Operation X4’ which seems like it might be a last-ditch denial maneuver. This means you’re probably on a timetable. This and a whole host of other issues are proving...complicated matters.

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Testing out homebrew civ quest thing,
anyone who wants to help a civilisation grow from humble beginnings to mighty empires
is wellcome to join in

First off, pick a race and starting zone
first three votes for race,
fiest three votes for starting zone

Races: Human [+1Thinking, +1Starting Pop]
Dwarf [+1 Free starting tech, +1 Wealth]
Orc [+1 Starting Pop, Art of War tech is free]
Elf [+1Thinking, starts with 1 free magic school]

Starting Zones:
Plains [+1food -1wealth]
Mountains [+1wealth -1food]
Coast [+1food -1thinking power]
Ruins [+1 thinking power, -1food]

Stats:
Food - used for population growth
Wealth - used for building
Thinking Power - used for advancing technology/spirituality/magic
Population - 1 unit = 100 souls, - converted to military/Thinking Points/Wealth production

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Your a new model of human like robot children, your name is Sam.
You are 30days old but have been in this house for 11 days now. It is your duty in "life" is to serve as the perfect child for whomever owns you.

You don't exactly follow up to what the ads said though...your father says you are broken...your not exactly sure how you feel about that. Your not sure if robots can feel? Why did they program you with this kinda confusing thoughts!?!

Was I meant to be programmed with them? Am I broken?

Your visual cameras look around your room you have been ordered to stay in.
>pic related
You remember how welcoming it seemd when you moved in, now it seems like a prison. You tryed to leave but you can't due to it being a detect order to say in, seems like at least that's not broken.

You ask quietly to yourself what you should do.

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Welcome to Fantasy Civ quest - anybody can join in at any time, so let's have fun.

Here's our discord where we handle direct communications/secrets.
https://discord.gg/fNwhBwd
Lore for the Quest can be found in these two pastebins:
http://pastebin.com/JeLgCpu6
Archive:
http://pastebin.com/sJUQB60g

All factions please give an update on your current assets.

Right now we are at war with the Rhoznaxi Empire.
Charodis, Year 723


>>Population:32,11m
>>Food production:7/10
>>Food stockpiles:7/10
>>Resources:6/10
>>Trade:7/10
>>Finances:5/10
>>Morale:7/10

>>Buildings: House of Lords,Grand Temple, Gladiatorum, Academies, barracks, monuments, blast furnaces, domed temples,sewers,schools,watermills,windmills,hospitals, baths;
>>Economy:three-crop rotation,stanartised manoral agriculture,stable Mark
>>Culture:Code of Roggar,good festivals and folk culture, Codex books, dragonslaying, medium arts, calendar,noble manners, basic propaganda
>>Technology:heavy plough,horse collar,wind mill,sewers,stirrups,good metallurgy,medium medicine,medium natural science,medium mechanics,medium crafts,medium textiles,medium fishing,advancing blackpowder
>>Government:Feudal Contract, good bureaucracy, City Guards,Legisature, trial of ordeal, elective monarchy, Council, Holy Pantheonic Empire
>>Magic: MAGA,medium golemancy,improving alchemy,improving enchantments, medium spellweaving
>>Military:10 000 Proffesionals;Feudal troops and levies, faction troops; Engaged in war;
>>Navy:90 galleys, 30 hulks
>>Religion: old gods shamanism, Pantheon worship, Virism


>A.Food production & growth
>B.Culture & religion
>C.Construction
>D.Military
>E.Government & laws
>F.Exploration & colonization
>G.Research & development
>H.Navy
>I.Diplomacy & war
>J.Magical matters
>K.Other

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Welcome back, everyone, to the seventy-seventh installment of Mecha Space Pirate Quest. I'm Wong, your host, and today you are Anon, designers of the mecha for the Space Jam tournament.


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http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Mecha%20Space%20Pirate%20Quest
Master Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/sSHs0QmF
Upgrade Menu: http://pastebin.com/QQQzkFZe
List of Moves: http://pastebin.com/HSdyCe2y
Rogues' Gallery: http://pastebin.com/E9ZcDLfG
Brazilia's Kawaii Space Jam Gallery: http://pastebin.com/pZtRmbWS

In this thread, let's get organized for the tourney.

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Pic to know a little of what has happened last on this adventure. I'm not really gonna be consistant with the title.

Eli watches in utter confusion as Eman charges at him. He dodges the first strike only to be met with a volley of more strikes. Whoever Eman is Eli didn't care much for the cutting him attitude. He then leaps over the table barely dodging a wide strike and reaches for Vander.

Should I make a run for it?

Time to fight back?

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You have found yourself in a forest.
….
Well shit, how did you get here? You’re pretty sure that there were no forests down the street you just walked into if memory serves you right. There’s no street to walk back to either. Maybe you just blacked out for a bit and walked here while unconscious? Maybe, you passed out on the sidewalk and are dreaming all of this.

You close your eyes and pinch yourself for a few seconds before opening them back up.
...
Ow, yep that hurts.

Nope, still in this forest. Quite a nice forest too to be honest, and with a clear blue and sunny sky visible just past the canopy to boot. Which is a bit weird, considering it was neither clear nor sunny before you somehow got here. You are feeling a bit disoriented to be perfectly honest.

The view is nice enough at least, though you have a feeling that you’re going to be late for that party. Which is a shame; you heard that they had cake.

>[Check your phone? Maybe, you can use the map feature to get your bearings.]
>[Pick a random direction to walk in. ]
>[Write in. ]

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The Raiders – Part 11

You know for a fact that you are intelligent.

You may be the most intelligent creature in the stronghold, barring some few of the greater dragons, and you are very likely the most intelligent githyanki in the stronghold, as the most powerful of spellcasters tend to not be around very long when they achieve levels of intellect comparable to your own.

So when you think you may have made a stupid mistake in molesting a dragon to the point where she's decided that she not only wants to reciprocate but to do so in her natural form, you have a pretty good set of claws to stand on. Certainly you are also in the form of a dragon, but she is both larger and more experienced with it than you are (being an actual dragon and all). You're also not entirely sure exactly how lesbianism works between two creatures shaped like dragons are. After all, male solar dragons have several things aside from a sexual organ involved in just holding onto a female they're mating with as you recall....and you do recall vividly.

Really, the biggest problem is you aren't entirely sure that Yzia isn't interested in also fighting you for dominance, just because you're just that interesting to fight as well as fuck. This has been, and you're quoting her here, something that she's waited on for centuries. While you may be smaller and have less instincts, you do have the advantage of being, well, you, and that means you have a lot of power at your claw-tips, including spellcasting. The question is, dare you use any of it that you're not already using, and do you have enough left that you can use effectively to defend yourself and defeat Yzia without hurting her badly or getting yourself into an even worse situation?

It's a terrible thing to have to guess at.

[] Be affectionate and seduce her into relaxing, perhaps.
[] Try and give her a display of power that she will enjoy rather than take as a threat.
[] This is one time where submission might be the wisest choice.
[] Be patient and see how she approaches you rather than possibly making a rash decision.
[] Write in?

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It is the Year of Our Lord 1120. You are Victor Reis, a Knight-Captain of the Order of Brothers of the German House of Saint Mary in Frankfurt (The Teutonic Order.) You had come to the Holy Land after a request for aid from your brothers in the newly-formed Templar order, and traveled with them to a mountain pass Northeast of Acre, and joining a Saracen horde in battle there, suddenly found yourself in another world, along with your Teuton brothers and Templar allies.

Previously on Fantasy Crusader Quest...

After dealing with some discord in the camp, you set out, heading through the lighter forest. You were ambushed by a group of people that called themselves "Wood Elves," but you cleared up any misunderstanding. Now accompanied by a Wood Elf Pathfinder named Cellica Shadan, you make your way to the other side of the woods.

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So many good civ ideas lost to lazy QM's

Discuss Race/Place, let's get this shit started. BE CREATIVE, DONT JUST GIVE ME "o like an island" I WANT TO BE COVERED IN YOUR CREATIVE JUICES BY THE END OF THIS

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>Statistics: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1p2K_evlFKjbblbSTf3ZSf-0xECyNHEeiQEgyiFdADcw/edit?usp=sharing
>Character: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1F43-0W17qNQ3Q_FwOOQPYw8Rf4HmSCFrEcAv-uOPQD0/edit?usp=sharing
>Tasks: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1agFmzgoNb0jeqd2G9H2voZ5Zm4N6fxPTQXQyt_GY9ec/edit?usp=sharing
>Map: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1R4k6mlYRnyTZwvhp8RvfBRJnOnAvD-3K57iKrFqBtsw/edit?usp=sharing
>Rolling Rules: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1D6xlxpzfqF_rC2iemL-OGhFkNK4uiy8PZdvjkkdVBPU/edit?usp=sharing
>Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=shipgirl+commander
>Twitter: https://twitter.com/DiceToTableTop

‘I was unable to procure a buggy, sir.’ You dip into a slight bow right after a salute. ‘I had to rush here by foot.’

The Captain raises a cane, his deep voice rumbling as he raises it to the makeshift bar beside you, empty save for the man preparing drinks for the bartender in the odd combination of army clothes. The counter was lined with bottles of various make and there was a battered, old-fashioned clock hanging from a pole beside what looked like a slew of rifles on a clumsily-made rack.

‘What is the time on the clock?’

You make out the position of the hands.

‘It’s… 1915 by the standard, sir.’ You answer dumbly, your hands behind your back.

‘What is the time on your watch?’

By reflex, you raise your prosthetic and… see nothing but grey steel. You let out a breath as you look to the Captain, who was absently rotating his cane in his hands, waiting for your answer.

‘I… don’t have a watch on me, sir.’

He raises his gaze to you. For some reason, the disappointment hurts more than the annoyance.

‘Someone without a watch does not have someplace they have to be – they feel no need or compulsion to plan or consider the constraints and limitations of the day and thus do not plan accordingly.’ He points a solemn finger at you, his eyes maintaining that look of disapproval. ‘Because they are unaware or ignorant to the scarcity of this resource to their own person, they are thus unaware to its scarcity concerning to that of others – or more precisely, those whose time they choose to take and whom they expect for it to be acceptable when living and breathing in a profession that requires no more than the finest accuracy to ensure that a member of their Squadron leaves to breathe one more day or if another yellow file makes its way to their work desk.’

You look down guiltily.

‘So I suppose that, in conclusion…’

He gestures to the clock again, adopting a tone you find condescending.

‘You should get yourself a watch… shouldn’t you, Commander?’

You’re interrupted by a woman in army uniform placing a bottle on the table along with two glasses.

‘Ah, thank you, my good lady. A glass, Commander?’ He doesn’t wait for your answer. ‘Jolly.’

>Write-In

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In the year 1986, crime in the United States is at an all-time high. Criminals, drugs, and guns flow in and out of the country from everywhere in the world, and the gateway to it all is the coastal paradise, Heat City. On the neon-soaked streets of this beating heart of scum and villany, you can get whatever you want -- if you can pay the price.

You are Johnny the thug, and ever since you agreed to take one little job for the Bratva, your life has gone sideways. One thing led to another as you made enemies of one half of the city's underworld, and then the other half. With the help of some new friends -- Alex the enforcer, Nick the thief, and the Yamada family -- you went all-in and led a daring heist on the Triad's skyscraper fortress, Dragon's Nest. It went great until you got shot and fell off the roof, twenty-five stories down.

Through luck or fate, and with the help of the underground fighter Roxie, you survived and lived to tell the tale. Now you're taking some time off for your broken bones to heal, recuperating in an old mansion on the edge of town you bought with your heist money. But you haven't forgotten that someone out there has been playing games with you, pitting the city's criminal syndicates against each other, with you caught in the middle. You're going to find out who it is, and make them pay.

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