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>>1057114
There is tired muttering amongst the crew. You put your pipe back in your mouth and puff thoughtfully on it, letting them discuss things.

"The ship seems unhappy," Sykes comments into the relative quiet.

"I've noticed it too," you admit. "...I think she needed Reeves more than either of them really thought they did."

"Bastard press-ganged me onto his crew and then just walked away," the one-armed girl says bitterly. A few angry glares are directed her way, but most of the crew seems to agree. "What'd we ever do to make him hate us?"

"...He didn't hate you," you soothe, trying to keep the pity from wringing your breast. "He just...he. He was selfish. He didn't have to hate you to want something else more than he cared for you."

"Fuck you too," the girl says bitterly, but there's no teeth to it; she leans against the sailor next to her and stares down at the wooden deck with a faraway expression.

You look back at Sykes. "I want this to end well for everyone," you tell him, softly. Gently. "Or at least as well as it can considering that I've got crew that are missing bits of themselves that, if we're being honest, are not coming back. When I agreed to be your Captain I made all of you my responsibility. I take that responsibility seriously."

"...You mean that, don't you?" the Chief Gunner asks, though it seems like he already knows the answer. "Why? We're murdering scum, Captain. You hate us."

"I do," you agree. "But you're still my responsibility."

The door to belowdecks opens up, and Rachael steps out. Her eyes are red, her revolver gone like everyone else's, and the look on her face is haggard and drawn.

"Stop talking, Captain," the First Mate tells you, dully. "Where are we going?"

You blink, then decide to just tell her. "We're finding an island to hole up on and discuss things."

"You can probably send the Chosen out to hire a boat to pick us up," Rachael tells you. "Now just...go away."

You look between the crew, Rachael, and your loved ones, and shrug before walking over to Nathan and Amy and sitting down with them.

It's hours past when the witchlights rise back over the water when the lookout shouts that they've sighted land, and you beach /Pallbearer/. Rachael directs the crew to start unloading the ship.

"You have to command it," the First Mate tells you. Her voice, as it has been for hours, is flat and resigned. "Tell the ship to disgorge the Hoard."

"...What's your game here, Rachael?"

Seized by a sudden anger, the First Mate throws her hat overboard, towards the shallows of the Sunless Sea around the island. "I give up, la Croix! That's my game. I'm folding my fucking hand. You win. I'll see to the crew and watch you take away the only thing I have in my life, and I hope that makes you fucking ecstatic, you piece of shit. Command the ship and let's get on with it."

"There's more to do than just empty the ship. The crew needs healing before we just -"

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>>1057172
"Yeah, yeah, I fucking know," Rachael interrupts, bitterly. "...You have to burn the damn thing anyway. None of us could. None of us would dare."

You suck in a breath through your teeth.

> Is this about Reeves?
> I hadn't decided on burning the ship here, Rachael. What if we can't hire another one?
> Just command the ship; if she wants to be petulant about this, that's on her
> What's next for you, Rachael? Where do you see your life going?
> Write-in?

>>1057174
> Is this about Reeves?
Did she love him? Is that why she did a complete 180?

>>1057054
>m
>Reginald Huxdedoborough

>Mars coony

>Other
We're space nobility.

>*This is my first time doing this, please be easy on me daddy*

Then have a clear plan to excite people. Don't wing the enticing bit.

>>1057137
Got it, I'll keep that in mind

>>1057143
also, bad time frame you've got in terms of board activity. but I'll stop with the tips now because that clogs up a thread.

You roll out of bed, feeling surprisingly refreshed and alert. That’s what happens when your planned night of debauchery is cut short, and you heave up any booze you’d managed to get down, you suppose. So you stretch, hearing joints pop, and shuffle out into the kitchen. It’s late morning, and you see a note left on the table. The usual business with Mom—something important’s going on at the paper, so she’ll be super busy for a few days. Dad took Andrew to camp for the day, and Olivia’s off hanging out with one of her many gal pals. You feel a momentary twinge of envy, but shake it off. Who’d choose friends over magic powers? And besides, Cat is your friend, isn’t he?

You fry an egg and make some toast for your breakfast, mulling over what you want to do for the day. Cat phases through the wall and comes to sit on the table, tail flicking lazily side to side. There was that gem from the rhyme-grass, though you had no idea its deal was. It could have powers of its own, or just be symbolic of the fact that you’d solved the riddles. Maybe it was worth another trip to the garden store? You didn’t fancy running into the dark-haired girl again, since your last interaction with her was less than totally positive…

Then again, you did get some aconite out of the deal, even if you haven’t used any of it yet. Finding the time to locate some remains and draw the circle has been harder than you thought it would be. After all the shit you’ve dealt with over the last couple of days, it certainly wouldn’t hurt to have a summon who can get a little more physical than Cat, reliable as he is. You didn’t think about it at the time, but what if you’d been jumped walking home last night? Experience has shown that you’re not exactly the luckiest girl in the world. Best not to push these kinds of things.

Speaking of pushing things...you seem to recall a debt to an ancient faerie lord. You’re pretty sure it was worth the favour, considering how much of a pain in the ass those injuries were, but the fact remains that you’ve got to pay him back. It might be better to cash it in on your time, rather than waiting until Oberon demands it, potentially putting you in a tight spot. You’re pretty sure you could borrow the truck for the drive into Portland, though finding the warehouse you went into last time might be a bit touch-and-go.

Thinking about it, you’re sure there’re even more things you could do with the day, but that’s what comes to mind first. So you finish the last bite of your breakfast and take a sip of water, trying to decide what your priorities are.

>Investigate the gem you got from the rhyme grass
>Work on finding remains and completing the Lesser Physical Form summon (suggest sources for the remains)
>Find a way into Portland and try to clear your debt to Oberon before the collector comes a-knockin’

>>1058372
>Find a way into Portland and try to clear your debt to Oberon before the collector comes a-knockin’
We could potentially kill two birds with one stone by way of helping Oberpass.

>>1058372
>>Work on finding remains and completing the Lesser Physical Form summon (suggest sources for the remains)

Look for a snake in a pet store dumpster or buy one and kill it.

Pretty sure it won't suffer if we just put it into a freezer.

>>1064365
If you can make it entertaining, sure

>>1064383
Any tips on that? Itll be my first time running a game. Ive been reading others and thats what kinda prompted me into wanting to run.

Aside from that I got no idea what Im doing

>>1064388
Give descriptions on what each person's actions achieved, make up some rules, get some plot going on behind the scenes, and make sure the players are having fun.
If you want a good example of a great civ game, look for Yes, Sire! on the archive.

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“Any luck finding your friend?”

Saki shakes her head as she and Ryoji return up the steps. “No... we can't find Rei anywhere. She must be hiding out somewhere trying to get her mind in place... I'm real worried.”

“Isamu's still out looking for her,” Ryoji explains. “But he wouldn't give up the search no matter what.”

True, their blonde friend was really determined to find Rei. The news that Hermes dropped, that he had selected Rei to be given powers simply as a way of choosing her to be his bride, certainly hit a sore spot with that guy. Seeing how much it angered him... you're scared to see how Rei will react.

“Round Two is about to begin,” Mayu mutters.

“Oh, well...” Saki sighs. “I guess we have to keep moving. Come on, Hoshi.”

“W-what?!” Hoshi exclaims. “W-why me?!”

“We're up next,” Saki explains. “Remember? It's me against you.”

Hoshi lets out a low panicked noise, and begins crying to herself, only calmed down when Reiji places a hand on her shoulder.

Saki sighs. “I don't really like it either, Hoshi...” she mutters, before turning to Ryoji and kissing him gently.

“Good luck out there Sak,” Ryoji smiles. “You girls try not to hurt each-other too much.”

Saki smiles warmly. “Of course not! Hoshi is one of my best friends!”

“Yeah, but not your best friend, right Sak?” Rini laughs, nudging her elbow.

Saki shakes her head. “Well no... Ryoji's my best friend.”

Rini looks unamused, as her husband smirks. “You gotta admit, you walked right into that one, Rini,” Kosuke chuckles to himself as his wife angry collapses onto his lap.

Saki and Hoshi make their way to the battleground as you look on with interest. Ryoji leans over the balcony, standing next to you as he does.

>Here's hoping Saki doesn't hold back.
>So, who have people got their money on?
>Hoshi's pretty powerful. Are you worried about Saki?

>>1060539
>>Hoshi's pretty powerful. Are you worried about Saki?

>>1060539
>>Hoshi's pretty powerful. Are you worried about Saki?
Is news about Hoshi being the star public?

>>1057422
>In the previous thread:
Phil recruited some people, lost his memories, blew up a marker, then infiltrated the rubble (?)

>Twitter:
https://twitter.com/RedMarkerQM

>Archive:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Dead%20Space%20Quest

>>1057422
>Be practical

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1057422
>practical

"You have my authority backing whatever decisions you make, Janus."

>Timeskip to invasion
>Check defense status
Both of the above takes you back to the Gambit. OR:
>Go somewhere else on Carida (where?)

>>1054977
>Check defense status
How many surface to orbit guns does the planet have and can we bring them with us like the ones the Rebs had on Hoth

>>1054977
>>Check defense status

Since fucking when is Risk played on QST?

Make some actual damn games, THEN have the audacity to make this general.

Fuck off.

>>1064244
I think that what op is trying to do

>>1064244
Bro I have a game going on right now that starts back up in about two hours. In fact, we used to play risk on /qst/ all the time, especially when the board first started and through the end of last summer.

Mauya best girl

>>1055101
Is she?

fuck off

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1064286
> Go out to eat at that new Italian place.

Guys I think the waitress should be our waifu.

>>1054747
You can feel the sweat collecting on your fingertips as you remain still. Moments like these make you hate the sound of your own heartbeat, rushing blood in your ears thundering loudly. Whenever you're in a fight like this, your senses fire up to the highest capacity they can muster. Repeatedly throwing yourself headlong into danger has hardened you in a way that Roku isn't familiar with. He doesn't know the same struggles of leading a team, and being responsible for everyone's lives.

In the distance, there's a red glint. Roku fires off another of his blood wave techniques. A pillar of light flashes in front of you, destroying a swath of clones in a direct line forward. You have to roll and tumble out of the way to avoid the blast. The grass where you had been a moment before is burnt black. It probably wouldn't be fatal to get hit, but it'd hurt enough to knock you out.

Now you can see him through the hole in your clone wall. His hand is outstretched, and smoking. He's bloody from being pierced by numerous needles, but as far as you can tell the poison hasn't effected him. It's possible he removed it, but you have no real way to confirm right now. Roku scans the crowd, and you guess he was just taking a random potshot.

There was no choice but to drop your bells when you rolled, and his attack burnt much of the wiring anyways. It's possible he's been training to counter everything you did to him since that day.

What are you going to do?

>A. Use the Roof Tile Shuriken Jutsu to attack with rocks from your crowd of clones. He doesn't know you can do this move. Attack with kunai once he's off guard.
>B. Attempt the Chakra Scalpel Jutsu, and use Shunshin to dash in suddenly from cover. If you can preform the technique successfully, you'll seriously surprise him.
>C. Attempt False Sense: Fatigue. If he removed the poison, it could trick him into thinking that he didn't get all of it. The poison and this genjutsu have similar effects. You've never attempted it in a combat scenario however, and it could be unsuccessful.
>D. Use the Summoning Jutsu.
>E. Write-in

>>1054756
>C. Attempt False Sense: Fatigue. If he removed the poison, it could trick him into thinking that he didn't get all of it. The poison and this genjutsu have similar effects. You've never attempted it in a combat scenario however, and it could be unsuccessful.
we have to start using it at some point, might as well do it in a friendly spar

>>1054756
>>C. Attempt False Sense: Fatigue. If he removed the poison, it could trick him into thinking that he didn't get all of it. The poison and this genjutsu have similar effects. You've never attempted it in a combat scenario however, and it could be unsuccessful.

You look around; Trash's eyes dart between Preah and the closed door. Roomba, who's
staring at Preah, seems a little bit… sore?

"Ooooooooooooh. I see. You must be a very sensible man.” It’s Roomba... but Roomba's
mouth is shut. Yup. "So you found a stray, harmless human-form Hand and they've let you
keep it." When you look at your boss, she's giving this little pout, her eyes very still.

"Eh, yes. That's right."

"I think our good doctor would be very interested in her."

The line pauses. "Well, actually, she is." !'%&'s voice sound a bit louder. "Our kind doctor
Mi Abass is monitoring Deso's progress. We check with her every two weeks."

"My, that's a long time."

"One week, I mean, every two weeks she takes her physical exams."

"OOooooooh. Those must be very important." It's hard to miss; Preah's cheeks are growing
like yeast in a lemon cake. She blows the
air out, silently. "And she left her with you
instead of keeping her under secret. You must be very trust-worthy.

"Weeeeeeell, it's really supposed to be a secret..." !'%& sighs, then chuckles, "but what
the hell, I think I blew it already."

Room-Preh gasps. "You must be one of her scientists!"

"...Not exactly a scientist, but what the hell, yes! I work under the doctor." You hear a dim
"ooooooooooh!" from Roomba, well one on em, as !'%& laughs from the other side of the line.
"Our doctor decided the safest place for Deso was right in the open, and that it was important
for her to learn about the world. To understand Hands further. All of that."

Preah dances with her head, no less than with certain glee. "Ooooh, that is very admirable.
You must be very brave." !'%& keeps laughing from the other side of the line. "So, then," Preah
beams a powerful little smile, "why was your family in the Third during the Chasm?"

The line goes dead silent. So hard, and for so long, Trash actually pokes the cellphone thing
to see if it's working.

"I was a spy."

(Cont!)

>>1054277

Holy Hell!

Preah gasps. "A spy!"

"That's right, and the less said about that the better." !'%&'s voice suddenly sounds sharp
and informal. "Wouldn't want to give you information you can't handle."

"I see! I see!" The Roomba in Preah's voice sounds excited, but the same just /can't/ be
said for the source. "There's no need! I understand." Preah pauses. "So... maybe...
umm, I hope you won't get mad..."

"Shoot."

"But, it seems to me that maybe..." Preah actually gets one of her big hands to her mouth,
"that our good doctor may have given you Deso to fill the gap."

"You know," !'%& pauses, "I thought the same thing."

"Now everything makes sense." Preah nods and nods and nods. And it may be that your
Fake mind is growing old and dull, but you think that, maybe, !'%& just let out a little sigh. "You
met Deso after a Maximus took you and jumped out of the ship because Mi Abass sent
you on a secret mission with your family in order to spy the Third during the Chasm."
Preah nods. She's happy. You know that.

!'%& laughter across the line seems a bit too hard. "Crazy, huh?"

"Hahaha, well... Life is like that." Preah bows to Roomba. The Fake, before leaning onto the
cellphone gives a hard silent sigh.

And that is your Roomba. "Would you rather be respected or well-liked?" She sounds tired
though.

“…Eh, I think I’ll go with well-liked.”

"What's your favorite dessert?"

“Fruit. Apples, bananas… we get some every now and then.”

"Do you know if there are any kind people you don't get along with easily?"

“Nah, I’m easy to swallow.”

"Fill in the blanks: violence is blank, kindness is blank, fame is blank, money is blank"

“Violence is a tool, kindness is important, fame is an empty goal, money is life. Literally.”

"Someone says to you that this is all pointless because everyone will starve eventually and
humanity will be destroyed, how do you respond?"

“Remind our friend he was going to die anyway. Unless it’s a Fake or an Arma. Then just smile
and wave.”

"Are you OK with hugs and similar contact?"

“That doesn’t seem to matter to Deso, haha.”

"How are your people skills? Can you bluff your way out of a bad situation? Can you calm
somebody who is panicking or angry? Can you tell when a fight is likely to break out? Can you
spot when someone is trying to con you? Can you bargain for a good deal?"

“Let’s just say I know a bit of psychology. So: yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes.”

"How are your emergency skills? Can you bandage a wound and splint a broken limb?
Does the sight of blood make you feel faint? Can you do basic ship repairs?"

“I know my way around first-aid and a bit of conventional medicine. I’m trained to perform
low-risk surgeries, and I’m at the same skill when it comes to ships. Hovercrafts, mostly.
Funnily, what I lack in the electrical department regarding mid or big ships, I make up in
knowledge of anima mechanisms.”

(Cont!)

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+About+
Chapter Quest is set in Warhammer 40k universe where players control a nameless Chapter Master, leader of the Ghosts of Retribution Chapter - an autonomous brotherhood of genetically engineered warriors tasked with protection of mankind.

This quest is a mixture of traditional role playing and grand strategy. Main narrative is driven by the players rather than QM and doesn't have a pre-set "main storyline".

+Briefing+

Chapter Chronicles and starting point for the initiates:
http://chapterquest.wikia.com/wiki/Chapter_Quest_Wiki

Datalogs from the previous thread:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1026936/

Battle voxcaster frequency:
https://client02.chat.mibbit.com/?channel=%23RisingSons&server=irc.Rizon.net

+Thought for the day: Squad is your family, officer is your father and fear is your mother.+

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Let's do dis.

>>1054030
Engines fired.
Auspices online and in operation.
Hellstrike missiles locked and upright.
Emperor's bobblehead doll, firmly in place and bobbling.

It's time to tango.

Oh. Uh. Incase it wasn't clear, FTB is a Minecraft modpack. Were using the latest Direwolf20 for this.

Oh. Turns out that the latest Direwolf20 pack lags my computer quite a bit. Will will instead be using 1.7.10. In addition, I will be adding the 'Custom NPC's' mod to the pack.

>>1055875
>What shall this glorious new kingdom be called?
Paradesskoskolen

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First things first! We all start somewhere in life!

So!!!

Are you a
>TOTALLY TUBULAR DUDE
>OR A WICKED RADICAL CHICK

??????

>>1051292
>TOTALLY TUBULAR DUDE

>>1051292
>OR A WICKED RADICAL CHICK