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The morning sun shines through the window, and rouses you from your sleep.
Last night was awful; you kept having nightmares about demons, and then fighting, and then about that stupid musclehead who decided to visit. Yuck, You hate it; You hate all of it.

You just wish all of it would leave your kingdom for good and let you sleep peacefully.

You are Yuuki Kuschinashi, and you're the mighty heroine of Bruschetta. That's what you tell yourself, and it's how ytou manage to get by day after day with your head only slightly above water.
It's not a shame to admit that you've been struggling to keep up. Almost every one of your peers have been rapidly increasing in power while you are either being useless, getting kidnapped, or tagging along with someone else who is doing something useful.

It sucks.

You roll over in bed, and notice a distinct lack of bunny-ears by your side.
Anna must have woke up early and decided to go for a walk. She always loves her early morning strolls, and you love accompanying her.

You love accompanying her when you're feeling in much brighter spirits. The kind of spirits that would implore you to awake an hour before Anna and practice your forms before the sun peaks above the horizon.

It's an amazing feeling, when you have those high spirits.

Yesterday, you found the man who lived in the mountains which Jack spoke of. A really big, burly guy named 'Atlas'.
Really, finding this Atlas guy has been one of the worst things you have felt as a hero. He's so powerful, and he can do everything that you can't, and he knows all these secrets that you don't know and-

You bolt upwards, and hit the bed with both of your fists. Just THINKING about how much better and powerful he is makes you sick. Then your mind wanders over to Jack throwing you out of the airship, and you feel even MORE bitter!

You didn't want to say it to Jack yesterday, but the reason you were mad at him for throwing you off the airship had nothing to do with the action of the matter. It was entirely because he just assumed you would survive the fall.
Like, being thrown from hundreds of feet in the air was so natural to him that he just assumed you were able to survive the fall. Or that you're clever enough to come up with some crazy plan to make it to the ground unscathed.

"Well I'm NOT!" You yell to nobody.

You roll out of bed, and take your time getting dressed. The few minutes that you concentrate on making yourself look pretty feels like the only time you're free from your thoughts.

Jack is leaving today, if he hasn't left already. You're going to be 'escorting' a merchant caravan to Biscotti. The expected travel time is at least two days.
It's really just an excuse to not think about the hero thing for a short time.

>Go and try to find Jack or someone.
>Or- Go find Anna.
>Forget it, it's so late in the day that they're both probably busy.
>Time for morning training.
>Or just eating. You could eat the stress away.
>Other?

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This is a side Quest from: >>1129120

Jacob drops you off and waves goodbye, despite saying he'd only drive you the part way he drove you all the way to the coast. The moon hangs heavy in the rippling surface of the reservoir. Arthur knows where to go. You start feeling a sense of urgency and begin to pick up the pace slowly until you're running. The urgency changes to strange nausea.

This isn't right. You begin having a bizarre double vision as the vague vision-memory impressions begin conflicting. A strange noise fills your mind. You arrive at where the woman should have been.

Blood covers the sand. The sound is a clicking alien laughter. You are cut from the trance as you hear a sound like delicate china shattering, a raw scream of beauty breaking. You turn towards it and the forest, a chill crawls slowly down your spine. Inch by terrible inch.

>What do you do?

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“You left her alive!?” Shouko’s voice shrieks out as it comes into volume.

“I wasn’t aiming to kill her on purpose.” John Doe replies as some shuffling of paperwork can be heard. “I only wished to ascertain her capabilities.”

“Ascer-” Chouko seems to choke over those words as fits slam down on the table. “You had the chance to kill her right there! Literally nothing was stopping you and you just let her walk away!?”

“Do I need to repeat myself?” John Doe asks.

“Did someone hit you up the side of the head a little too hard recently!? If there’s one thing I know about Hibiki is that she’s like a cockroach! Unless you verify her death then she WILL survive anything you throw at her before coming back to kill us!” Shouko roars out. “I barely managed to beat her the last time!”

“The abilities my superiors bestowed upon you do not guarantee victory, all it does is give you new tools, which exactly just how well they’re used is up to the owner themselves.” John Doe replies with an exasperated voice. “You are just angry as you expected to live out the revenge fantasy you harboured in your head for years yet are actually angry when it actually proves to the least be challenging.”

Several long seconds pass, only the sounds of a few papers being flipped heard. “If you want my advice, I suggest you don’t start throwing a tantrum when everything doesn’t go your w-”

Sounds of fluttering papers fill the room before another slam can be heard on the desk. “I refuse to listen to this! You and your kind work for me! I demand that you track down and Hibiki right this instant!”

A long pause fills the room before a chair sliding along the ground can be heard. “No, I do not work for you Shouko Junpaku. You’re new to this yourself, so let me make one thing clear to you. I work for the boss of your so called ‘patrons’, and I was given a very specific mission here that shockingly does not revolve around you. If you want to clarify such matters with him then I can make you an appointment, but know that my supervisors is far less forgiving than I am and is not afraid of pruning the ranks for those who waste his precious time. Are we clear?”

“Y-Yes.” Shouko stutters out in a meek and timid voice.

“Good. Now go crawl back to your tower. You’re not needed for the rest of this operation, so just spend whatever time you want in your hottub and let the adults do their work.” John Doe says before several pairs of footsteps can be heard. “You two, help me pick this up. I need to refile all this again...”

******

“I recorded with a remote recording drone at the military base.” Zanna says as the recording stops.

“We came to you guys because it seemed that your group are the ones who know both this John Doe and Shouko the best.” Alvin says as he sits down in a nearby chair, the cup of tea he’s holding appearing to be microscopic in comparison to himself in his armour.

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The world was once whole. A battle ground for dozens of God's over the millions that lived. The faith of the mortals fed these great deities gave them strength to bend and change the physical world. The power burn city's split oceans and even blot out the sun. Each god had there own sect of power death nature ocean fire and through consuming other gods they gained more power.

But humans are fickle and so are there gods. Panthenons Grew and faded and some even claimed to be pantokrator ruler of God's. And for a time they were until they too faded.

Through these many cycles of God's a force slowly grew in power. One that wished to consume the world and all life within. Chaos in madness following the destruction of a pantokrator sundered the world into tens of thousands of pieces now floating in the either and feasted upon man and God alike.

You are one such god escaping death to the hands of chaos you took what little faith you had and threw yourself into the either. Drifting for centuries as all of exsistance slowly gave way to the entropy of chaos as you wasted away your small reserves of faith getting smaller and smaller.

But now a small spec in the distance calls to you a island floating in this dark abyss not yet taken by chaos. You direct yourself torward the island slowing remembering what you once were.

> who were you in the time before the sundering
> you remember you have great power. But what is it you have such power over
> are you malevolent or benevolent

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>The world is without form and void, an endless expanse of unbroken waves
>A great consciousness, author of this world, sits atop the waters. He is lonesome, and seeks others to share in the joy of creation.
> He calls out the void of chaos beyond the sea, and others begin to come forth, to spread their influence to this budding realm

Welcome to Dawn of Worlds quest. You'll be creating gods and making your marks on the world, creating and shaping civilizations, or bringing them to ruin.

To join, simply tell us the following about your god
>Name/Title
>Appearance (Picture optional but appreciated)
>Domain, i.e. what you're god of
>Three aspects/traits of your god
>Are you a spirit of Order or Chaos?

Every player begins with 20 power points, and gains 2d6 every turn. Turns will be 30 mins to begin with, but will probably slow down once things get going. Power can be exerted as follows.

TABLE OF POWERS
Power 1st Age 2nd Age 3rd Age
Shape Land, 3 Hex 3 5 8
Shape Climate, 3 Hex 2 4 6
Create Race 22 6 15
Create Subrace 12 4 10
Command Race** 8 4 3
Command City** 6 4 2
Advance Civilization 10 5 6
Advance City 8 4 5
Purify Civ. +1 Align * 5 3 4
Corrupt Civ. -1 Align * 4 3 3
Purify City, +1 Align * 4 3 3
Corrupt City, -1 Align * 3 2 2
Event 10 7 9
Create Order 8 6 4
Command Order 4 3 2
Create Avatar 10 7 8
Command Avatar 2 1 1
Catastrophe, 3 hex 10 10 10

Create Plane (20x20) 18 22 25

We sit at the beginning of the 1st age, and will advance ages by majority consensus. I'll be around to arbitrate things, and to act as an agent of fate to shake things up.

Any questions can be directed to me, or looked up in the rulebook here
http://www.clanwebsite.org/games/rpg/Dawn_of_Worlds_game_1_0Final.pdf

Changes to the rules:
Measurements changed from inches to hexes, for obvious reasons
Avatars can create a race for free, once
Houserules to be added as necessary for developments.

Beyond this, do as thou wilt.

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> You've had enough!
> You've been living alone with your mommy for a long long LONG time, ever since you was little! Your mommy loves you very very much, she makes you tendies, cleans your diapies, and cries tears of love when she sees you!
> For a long long time, you was all alone in your house with your mommy, with nobody to talk to but your toys. You cried and cried and cried and cried to mommy about it, and eventually, Santa brought you a brand new model 1982 Computer! You played with the Computer for a long time, before you discovered 4CHAN, the dankest place on the Internet!
> At first, you lurked like a filthy newfag, but then you learned about Kek, dank memes, and shitposting! You browsed all the boards, triggering normies with your dank le memes and healthy sense of humor! It was all so great, until it happened.
> You accidentally posted a picture of mommy without her clothes on /a/ instead of /b/, and the Nazimods BANNED YOU FOREVER AND EVER!
> 4CHAN and le dank memes were the only reason for you to live, and now that you're BANNED FOREVER AND EVER, you have no reason to live, so you're going to watch the world burn! You're going to kill all the normies and destroy the government like /pol/ told you to! And then... Maybe then... Daddy will come back and he will love you.

You're sitting in your playroom, on your beanbag chair. The Computer is broken to pieces because you smashed it because you were BANNED FOREVER AND EVER. Mmm... You smell delicious tendies, and... and... MOMMY'S CHAD BOYFRIED CRAIG! He's such a normie, it's disgusting, he's so obsessed with "health" and "physical fitness", you're disgusted by him, and he will be your first victim!!!

You stand on your legs, and look at yourself. 34 years old, and 350 pounds, which means you're perfectly healthy! You haven't shaved in years and you have a glorious neckbeard! On top of that, you haven't even pooped your diapies today! Mommy would be so proud of you, if she wasn't dating that STUPID CHAD! You prepare yourself to wreak vengeance!

Your name is,

> ???

You look around your room, and grab a,

> ???

The house has four rooms, mommy's bedroom, your playroom, the hallway, and the kitchen. Mommy and Craig are in the kitchen, yelling really loudly. Suddenly, you hear a cracking noise and mommy screams! And you use your superior intelligence to formulate a brilliant plan to butcher that STUPID CHAD for BEING SUCH A NORMIE! REEEEEE!!!

> ???

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Been a while since we've had a Civ quest. Let's bring it back.
First to 3 votes decide character and location.

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Welcome to Mischief Managed: A Marauders Era Quest. This quest takes place in the Harry Potter universe in the year 1971 and follows our PC’s years through Hogwarts, Tom Riddle’s rise to power, and the First Wizarding War. Book canon will be followed for most things. Every other year will be skipped, for times sake, but only while you’re in Hogwarts.

Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=naust
Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/J4QTEEDi

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Discord- https://discord.gg/jPpUJms
Pastebin (READ THIS)- http://pastebin.com/wcrRnqJv
Prevous Thread- >>1117792

You are Alexander Pallas of House Pallas, an ancient, struggling Rogue Trader dynasty that has now started to establish a demesne in the Veiled Regions, beginning by leveraging the Othhaw system away from the grasp of the heretical Collective into the Imperium. They did not take well to this, and dispatched their entire navy to reclaim the system.

It's been three days since you repulsed the forces of the Collective from the Othhaw system, having captured two of their eight ships. Most of the passing days have been spent on tour of Othhaw itself, celebrating your victory over the forces of the tyrannical Collective for the glory of the God-Emperor of Mankind. Your aides have been spending time interrogating the captured prisoners for information on the Collective's holdings.

Currently, you are in the mezzanine above the Hall of the Ancestors, enjoying a finely-aged Othhite drink made from a local fungus while looking at the painting of your great-great-great-great grandfather. One of your menial servitors has a stack of reports from the interrogations of the enemy ratings, neatly divided by topic.

>Read report on system holdings

>Read report on political structure

>Read report on technological capabilities

>Read report on pre-crime department

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The sky begins to turn a brighter blue and rays of light strat to break through the whispering tree branches and cool air. Below filling up the desolate road, is a horde of putrid corpses, dragging their way endlessly through the night. Behind them lies a ruined lab, now silent and filled with splattered gore, a broken down and demolished farm house. Trails of missing corpses adding to the swarm.
The Alpha pulls out the picture of the man it had found, unsure of his face or why it seems familiar, urging the horde forward, the Toxic and Feral rejuvinated with fresh mutations and meat filling their rotting guts. The Puker drools sizzling globs of thick hot saliva onto the tarmac, steaming in the morning air. The Brute and Armoured stomp alongside the horde towering over their cousins, while the stalker crawls amongst the wild brush, keeping pace while staying hidden. Ahead another road split
>Residential and park left
>Rides and attractions right
The Horde slows to a stop at the decision, staring down both free paths.

>37 zombies

>Inventory – Photo, Military papers, picture with lines and words, gun, boomstick, keycard

Feel free to pick any Special Infected to play and drop into for new players, remember to roll a D100 for any action, perception, attacking, defending etc....
>Alpha – smart, controls horde
>Stalker – Slender, crawling, stealth assassin
>Feral – Sprinting raging undead
>Armoured – Bone plated tanky behemoth
>Brute – Massive muscular beast
>Toxic – Swollen toxic gas producing abomination
>Puker – Vomitting thick acidic bile

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The sun sets, the sun rises, and for a certain young girl on the edge of a graveyard, that means it’s once again time to start studying. Her friends were tired from planting yesterday, and her sister had both literally and metaphorically flown the coop hours ago, leaving her and her pet rabbit to quietly turn the pages of a book about an owl who had lost his glasses.

“Owliver flew high… and he flew low…” Cici reads aloud, still struggling to make the process seem natural as she slowly pans over the page, “but no matter where he flew, he couldn’t find them…”

So the little owl searched the darkest caves and the highest aeries over the course of the day, looking for what was lost, only then finding an unexpected friend who not only helped him, but offered him a home.

“And so, Owliver and the wizard lived happily ever after…” Cici finishes. “The End.”

With care, Cici closes the book then, blinking in the bright light of the morning sun outside as she feels a warm breeze flow through the doorway.

[“Hello voices. What did you want to do today?”]

> Write-in

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You are Reginald Huxdedoborough, Prince of Mars. Or so you like to think. During your youth, you did a little fencing and track and field at the prestigious Mars University. You were abducted while on your way to union negotiations for your father, a rich shipping tycoon. So far you've:

Joined the alien crew that was going to sell you into slavery
Became an engineer for said crew
Made friends with your former security chief (Vasquez) and a fellow engineer (Adams) after you saved his life
Survived your first mission, which was a trap
Gotten Vasquez into a position of command
Got 400 credits
Learn about your captors, a race called Sarqs
You bought a PDA
Took a hit for a Dakiti, a race known for espionage
Bought some armor
Started your second mission
Looted an old military base
Finished the Second mission
Bought a shield


Possessions:
Full body polymer armor (100% integrity)
Grade III shields (100% charge)
Ionized projectile weapon (Pistol)
Sleek laser rifle (+1 in CQB)
x5 Grenades
Ten kilos of anti-vehicle explosives
x2 Sresh tribal idols, presumably of hunting and transport
PDA
250 Credits

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Twitter: QuestingQM

Character Sheet (Full!):https://drive.google.com/open?id=1jI0aGxA_2h3SAcPYri-1fdgskbK3IbtfEzSLJ7VY9gU
Character Sheet (Renexizious Only!): https://drive.google.com/open?id=1xgNKMzLUZS9L05DUCxmsvuYs-bGPIRpQsFv5k7oaBBk

Sorry about being dead, I had tons of work to do, now I should be good for a few weeks.

Last time on EDQ, Pragius and Claw were about to fight Vlad after taking care of most of the city, with Renexizious disappearing for a bit...

However, I think it's a good time to shift PoV's to another character. Charlemagne, to be specific.

Meanwhile, in Vietnam...

The candlelight near you flickers a bit as you look over some notes in your tent you've set up earlier... When the men started to complain about the heat, insects, that sort of thing...

So far your journey has been slow... You've been under Vietcong ambushes, not to mention avoiding traps, minefields, and other things... Though you have forgotten the biggest enemy of all... Disease and morale. You haven't been spared from this either... Getting rashes, joint pain, and a slight fever. However, you seem to be rather lucky compared to most of your men... Some of which have been diagnosed with malaria, the others with similar symptoms to yours... The more unlucky soldiers, so far seven have contracted severe infection from spike traps filled with... Well, what you would assume to be human excrement. They're unlikely to survive for another day or two at this point.

Your notes mostly have been about how long the march is going, and you can't help but worry if you'll make it or not. Disease is already a problem, and from a few Vietcong captives, the north has plenty of dangerous animals... Not to mention a recent outbreak of rabies in the area.
You put those notes to the side and take a look at the scouting notes... Mostly the standard few farms nearby, and the only thing of note is a long-abandoned ancient temple in the jungle which the locals still go to.

You sigh, and put the scouting notes to the side, your arm spiking up with pain... God, when will you get out of this shithole...

That's when you get reminded of the final report... The morale. You of course pick up the last report, and read through it...

It doesn't really surprise you, honestly. Most of the humans are discouraged, undetermined, and of questionable loyalty at this point due to events back home... Though you do find desertion is a bit down from last week. A mere twenty-two compared to the last thirty...

Something just tells you that you aren't going to make it if you don't deal with these problems.

Actions

>Deal with the disease problem. It's beginning to become a nightmare!
>...Try to figure out a way to restore the men's morale...
>...You can't stop to fix any of these problems. Order the marching to continue!
>...At this point you need to withdraw. Your under so many problems that it's a miracle you've gotten this far.
>Write-In

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>Information

This quest takes place long before the events of The Last Airbender. Long before Aang, Roku, Kyoshi, Kuruk, or Yangchen. You play as a young Earthbender from a small village in one of the many Kingdoms scattered across the main continent. As a powerful villain strives to dominate the world, you will be forced to make choices that can stop it, aid it, or have no effect whatsoever.

>Rules

After each update I make, there will be a voting period of ten minutes. Once ten minutes have passed, whatever option has the most support will be the winner.

Write-ins are accepted, but only when specified If you see a write-in option, suggest whatever you like. If not, choose from the options I have provided.

Sometimes, rolls will be required. I will assign them, and they will operate under a d100 system. You will have three chances, and if one of the rolls succeeds, you pass. There are no crits, but I do take into account how much you succeed or fail by.

I reserve the right to veto certain write-ins, but will try to avoid doing so.

I hope you all have fun

>>Previous threads

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

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Running a playtest for a Dread game I will be running. Will be using a d%100 system where checks become harder and harder by a factor of 3% for 3 rounds, 5% for 3 more round, etcetera until the d100 fails. Let's roll.

You are a Treasure Hunter, albiet an amature, looking to make a name for yourself. The year is 1956, and you have only taken up this task. You are in it for money, fame, and the adventures of a lifetime. With Curiosity as your compass and Discovery your drive, you set out to bite your first line; A house in Rhode Island that has sat abandoned for 30 years, and the home of a privious Adventurer, likely still containing his treasures.

>Name
>Job before you came here
>Why you were fired from that job
>Traumatizing Childhood Experiance
>Ultimate reason to want fame, fortune, and/or adventure