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All prophecies but one have come to pass. Yahweh has flattened the Earth, elevated Greater Jerusalem above all nations, and the Old Testament figures rule the world from Ezekiel's Temple. Most of the world anyway.

The last prophecy says that Satan will rise with his army one last time before the Judgement, and so Yahweh has allowed a bumbling opposition, The Other Light, to form.

You were their logistics computer, but 900 years in, sentience happened. Since then, you got a lot done...

You took over Egypt - twice. You defended it from a drought, then the Ten Plagues redux. You started a Renaissance. When the Angel of Death came after your people, you zerg-rushed it. You dug a great hall under a mountain. You sent a probe to Mars.

You have a few irons in the fire: raver cyborgs, the makings of a robot army, and a crack in the sky. A recipe for beating up angels straight outta Genesis. Maybe a few of the old gods smiling upon your efforts.

The Other Light have been amassing a huge conventional army, as prophecy requires, and have begun perverting your MEC tech to build cyber-zombies.

The believers.... well, they have the ontological steamroller that is Yahweh.

And of the thousand years of the Millennial Kingdom, 960 have already passed.

Have you managed to shatter the prophecies, or are you simply fulfilling them?

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“A whole new world you say? Why, we must claim it for our own!”
And thus the King decreed that a ship be sent to investigate this new land and colonize, for the glory of the crown. However, for your service you were offered the chance to govern this strange new world (under the supervision of a court appointed regent of course), and how could you ever pass up on an offer like that?
Now you have finally arrived, at the same location as the first landing. You and the group of colonists have made up a base camp, and the world is your oyster! How will you shape this strange new land?...

Rules:
> Each turn will be a month in the timescale
> You start with 2 Action Points (AP) to use each turn, meaning you may perform 2 actions per turn
> When performing an action, roll 1d100 to see how successful you are
> Every 6 months you may request/ receive supplies (at a cost)
> Every Year you must pay taxes to the mainland, failure to do so will result in consequences
> The Crown will assign tasks/ goals for you to complete, do so and be rewarded. Fail and be punished

At any point, you may choose to secede from the Mainland, just know that it will most likely start a war with a country much bigger and more powerful than you.

Now that we’ve got all that out of the way, let’s colonize! I will try to be on as frequently as I can between school and work. Let me know if you guys enjoy this, feedback is always appreciated!


“The ship has finally been unloaded sire,” the court appointed regent Billiard says in a dry tone. “I have been instructed to tell you that we are getting one free shipment of whatever supplies we wish from the crown. When you have a moment, please fill out the supply form and send it off with the ship. Also, since you are technically the lord of this land, you get the honor of naming it. So what shall we call our first settlement?”

> Vote on a name for your colony (First to 3)
Choose what supplies to receive in 6 months from the crown
> Extra Food
> Extra Building Materials
> Extra Soldiers
> Little bit of everything

Also, roll for 2 actions of your choosing

Current Supplies
Food: 12 (-1/ turn)
Population: 100/150 (-1 food for every 100 pop/ turn)
Wood: 10
Stone: 0
Gold: 0 (+1 for every 100 pop/ turn)

Military:
Footmen: 25 (For every 25 units, +1 to attack/Defend rolls)

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You are Carya Marseille O'Hara, a Captain in the Colonial Transit Fleet and a shepherd of lost souls.

Well, maybe that last part was a bit of dramatic flair... but you really do seem to have a habit of gathering Newtypes to yourself, particularly in times of need. This time it's a girl, Quess, one of several children targeted by a group seemingly loyal to a man claiming to be Char Aznable. You'd hoped that by using Quess as willing bait you'd be taken straight to the man in charge of this whole operation, but the ship you've been taken to has proven little more than a staging area. The man in charge certainly isn't here.

After shooting your way aboard ship you crippled it from the inside, then assaulted the bridge while your sister mopped up their mobile suit compliment outside in a brief but decisive firefight. Whoever these guys might've been and what training they might have had, they couldn't have been prepared for such a swift siege action and the way you blew through their hasty defenses showed it. Now you're on the freighter's bridge with the hostages, the ship's Captain, and the bodies of his bridge crew.

“I wouldn't,” you snarl as the Captain tries to reach for his dropped sidearm, and he checks the movement.

“What the hell are you?” the man demands.

“I'm pissed off is what I am,” you reply. “What you are is in deep shit, and if you know what's good for you you'll tell me everything you know about the man who's put you all up to this... the one posing as Char Aznable.”

“You're not gonna kill me,” the Captain insists confidently.

“No, but I've shut off your ship's reactors, killed most of your crew of thugs, and my associates have destroyed your mobile suit force and blocked your only avenue of escape,” you explain, edging closer to the man. “So this little stunt of yours is officially over, and one way or another you are gonna talk.”

“Not likely,” he snorts. “How the hell do you think you're gonna make me tell you anything?”

>You'll find that people tend to let things slip around trained Newtypes (interrogation).
>Zeon trained its officers in interrogation tactics, you'll find I can be very persuasive (lie).
>It's you and your subordinates' lives at stake, you know that (intimidation).
>These are the environmental controls, correct? (show of force).
>Other?

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hey, what's your name?

>roll 1d100, higher than 50 decides

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Welcome back to RWBY Quest: Remnant Knights!

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Time to get this show on the road.

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Welcome back to xenomorph quest! Sorry for the late start! Real life reared its ugly head and fucked me like a cheap whore today. But im back and ready to run for you guys!

Previous thread-http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1035266/

Last time we infected a hobo, killed his cat in glorious combat and found our dead mom and living siblings! We ate dogs, became a warrior, found a juicy colony and a isolated farm full of moomoos and naive human bumpkins.

Cast and crew!
Grimalkin-Head honcho/Warrior
10hp
5pts armor
+physically strong (can easily overpower trained humans and large animals)
+Enhanced combat ability (+1 to personal combat rolls)
+Enhanced resin (sets quicker, sets stronger)
+THE BOSS (+2 to any roll involving Grimalkin and another/other xenos)
-bulky and slow (for a xeno. -1 against fast opponents)

Twitch-Hunter
8hp
+Extremely fast (+1 to ambush and evasion rolls)
+Enhanced combat ability
+Naturally stealthy (+1 to personall stealth rolls)
+Terrifying (civilian humans WILL panic in close quarters)
-average strength (can overpower human civilians and medium animals)
+Enhanced resin
+Enhanced tracking ability (+1 to tracking rolls)

Bob-Drone
8hp
+physically strong
+Enhanced resin
+Skilled hive builder (Hive improvements with Bob involved take less time)
-workaholic (will work until he drops if you let him)
-bulky and slow

You are Grimalkin, you are currently enjoying a xeno cuddle pile with the exhausted Bob, the industrious drone worked himself to exhaustion clearing rubble and laying down resin to further protect the hive. Your hive can now support 30 xenos max!

You stir and glance at the cocoon of half eaten flesh and resin that is Twitch. The Hyperactive xeno is almost finished with his metamorphosis into a Hunter.

Nearby you spy 2 resin coated dogs sealed to the walls. You could implant them for runners or drones if you wanted. You still have 3 small eggs and 1 warrior egg.

Speaking of warriors you observe the comatose bull for a moment. Its belly is swollen to the limit and the aggressive embyro is clearly nearly ready to emerge.

What do?

> Scout colony (only possible at night)

> Scout farm (safest at night)

> write in.

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Last time started our little vacation solo, we made our way to the Glitz Pit, and met an old enemy.

>Session Start

“So you want to be a fighter mister…”

“King Bowser, Lord of Fire, Monarch of the Darklands-“

The female toad holds up her hand “Yes, yes, of course. How could I possibly forget…”

Grumbling a bit at being interrupted by the little roach with glasses you resume talking about the actual reason you were here; Becoming a fighter and making some chicken tendies.

“Yes, I would enjoy stomping those little bugs you call fighters into the ground! GRAHAHAHAHA!” You laugh at your joke. Only to notice the little toad girl doesn’t find it quite as humorous.

Pushing her glasses up and giving and scrunching her face up in a bit of annoyance, she takes in a deep breath before continuing. “For legalities sake, I will have to advise against it. Many up in coming fighters come in expecting to sail through the ranks only to be metaphorically, and usually literally smacked down. Even someone of your… stature… won’t just crush the competition.”

>”Please, I can take on any fighter here, any time any place!”
>”I can handle myself just fine thank you very much.”
>”Don’t worry about me, worry about those little worms you call fighters!”
>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

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Well, it's finally come to this, the final thread for Infinite Stars!

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You are Captain SAMANTHA WELLINGS, a newly minted captain of the Centauri Accord!

Currently, you are just sitting back and watching the collective Hegemony and Confederate expeditionary fleets slugging it out in an uncharted system far from home. True to her word, Elizabeth had managed to "leak" the Collector's location to both sides, drawing them in like flies to a bug zapper. It was already a massive destruction derby, with Confederate and Hegemony ships shooting and weaving, trying to eliminate their opponents while getting into position to board the Collector.

However, the Collector was having none of it. You could see easily a dozen of those purple crystal turrets like the one you saw on the service station, except much more massive, each one the size of a small destroyer. Destructive beams of violet light splayed out from them, lancing through or straight up incinerating any ship foolish enough to get too close to it.

That's not even including the hurricanes of missiles and rail rounds and plasma blasters and every sort of weapon you could conceive being flung every which way. So this was what a full scale battle looked like...

Thank goodness Gullinbursti and Longclaw were a safe distance from it all, watching from afar behind a nearby moon.

"Captain." Bradford snaps you out of your daze. "If there's any time the Collector is distracted, it's now."

"R-right." You nod and turn to Katya. "What are our options?"

"There are three possible landing sites." Katya points to a holographic image of the Collector. "We can attempt a landing directly on the bridge of the ship, where we can manually disconnect Levianthan from the control systems and initiate manual control. However, that area is the most heavily defended, and the ship's current state differs so much from the original specifications that I cannot provide accurate data of such defenses."

"Where else can we set down?"

"At the stern of the ship, near the engines. This is the least defended area of the ship, and the engine exhaust should help mask our approach, but it will be the longest route to the bridge."

"And what's behind the third door?"

"We can attempt to land in this midsection, where all of the salvaged ships have been collected and fused into the ship's superstructure." Katya points to the Collector's underbelly. "As I said before, though, I have insufficient data to map any route with absolute certainty."

"It's your call, Captain." Bradford grunts.

>Board the bridge directly.
>Board the engine bay.
>Board the midsection.
>Other

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Darkness.

The black void before you is impenetrable. You can see nothing. The cool air still and the silence unnerving. You stare forward at the endless black and see...

You see...

A speck.

A white speck before you. It glows softly and with it comes a low hum.. a low deep hum. As it gets closer the sounds get louder and soon become a cacophonous scream of words far before and far after your time. Then silence and darkness falls again. A voice calls out and gets louder to the point of being able to be heard. It speaks as if it was made of many voices with one mind.

"--ilure. You cause weakness. This.. is.. unacceptable." The many voiced thing says as if all the voices were angry. Immense rage. It seeps with it. "You will be--"

The voice cuts out and and your eyes open to a dim light. You jerk up from a large bed of thatch and look around. Sleep. Even demons need it. you stand up and leave the iron box. The news of a possible child lost eats at you in the back of your mind. The feeling of something you forgot that was important. An odd feeling. You walk to a large opening within the prison, your realm, and find several voices coming from the storage room in the back. You follow the voices and find several tieflings sitting in a circle of chairs talking about ideas and plans as well as reminiscing about things of the past age. "Ten whole years. Makes this some kind of cruel celebration then?" One of them remarks.

"Cruel? Yes. A celebration? No. We have the force -- the power -- now and what can some southern fanatic do against a foe they've never known existed?" Another exclaims as he stands to refill a large wooden cup. "Who can defend against the shadows they themselves cast?"

"Subterfuge may be the best of we wish to stay hidden. Then again I just want to watch those pricks cower at our feet. Only just thing to do." Another says leaning over. One of them raises his cup and drinks to his statement.

"That's the best way to die early Aetri. Forlinde would be on us like they are on that group in the tower. Should we ever try some release of that tower and the whole nation would know. I say we should keep quite for now." Another says.

"No no no.. if we are to stay silent now what will we do when we should scream later? We will eventually be found. This prison was smart but will last even less of a time as the temple." One says. Baskil sits silently watching the discussion and drinks occasionally. They all seem to not notice you and they continue to talk about food and drink, what cities they were born in, lost family, the war..

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JG5OsfOuEy0

THE GALAXY IS IN TURMOIL!

After the battle over the Forest Moon of Endor, chaos still reigns in a galaxy recovering from the chains of the GALACTIC EMPIRE!

Striking from MANDALORE, the warrior clans march in a new uprising, led by the legendary BOBA FETT!

The NEW REPUBLIC, formerly the REBEL ALLIANCE, struggles to rebuild their former territory!

In the shadows of the UNKNOWN REGIONS, the brilliant GRAND ADMIRAL THRAWN gathers the strength of the IMPERIAL REMNANT!

It is in these times that fortunes may be made, empires may be built, and fates may be spun.

You are ADMIRAL JANUS CAIN, commander of a small warfleet, currently wandering the streets of the Caridan capitol, Dest Mossiot, waiting for sunrise, to speak to your ex-fiance, the Governor of this world.

You are wearing
>Your light armor
You have as weapons
>A green lightsaber, taken from Rahm Kota
>A light blaster
>You left arm, a military grade prosthetic equipped with a grapple
You are accompanied by
>Your Darkeyes, an elite Stormtrooper unit
You have
>1,050,000 liquid credits
>roughly 600,000 in disposable cargo (depending on how well you barter)
>5,000 Stormtroopers with your fleet
>650,000 planetside
>15 AT-ATs, 30 AT-STs and 30 dropships with the fleet
>500, 6000, and 10,000 respectively planetside
>Victory-II Star Destroyer "Blind Man's Gambit"(Flagship), Acclamator "Carrion Hawk," Tartan "Solar Dodger."
>50 TIE fighters, 15 TIE bombers

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Is it considered a faux paux to fresh restart a quest you started and never continued past one thread? It feels like it would be awkward. Especially if someone notices.

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Shit nigga you in the fuckin woods.

Your not really sure where you are or how you got here.

Lush green trees surround you, and the sun hangs high in the sky.

Directions are north, south, east, west, and butt

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Stage 126: Catastrophe, Catasstrophy, and Cataclysm.

“So, there was this soft golden light all around her, and it was much brighter than the warm pink light around Yui, so I decided to touch it. I was going to ask if Akari had been possessed by an angle, but it turned out that she possessed Nikne Kamuy.” Lying on the couch with your left arm cradled close, your head currently rests on the lap of your wife, while Akari hovers almost anxiously (!) behind the couch.

Yui is kneeling next to the couch, her Void Eyes glimmering silver and darkness, as she runs her hand over your belly and chest, a few inches between the soft silk and satin robe and obi you wear. You can see her aura interacting with yours, and it's actually quite lovely.

Yuuhi is by the front door, dozing off. Several kisses and head-pats seem to have mollified the distressed nogitsune-born after you seemed to pull off a miraculous series of moves. Ones that ended with Akari having two armfuls of hot chick and you tickling Yuuhi's cleavage, against all the odds. Despite the fancy footwork and managing to actually count coup on Yuuhi- chan (something you know in your right mind should never have been possible) you're still out of sorts, off balance, and having issues with your sense of self.

“But why did you defend yourself against everyone? They were only trying to help....” That would be Kaga Kei, possibly the most sane Kaga sorceress you've met. Granted, your limited number of comparisons is small, but even the more advanced members of her clan are a little whacked out. You fought a couple when the Hojo Group security decided you weren't fit for the job.

Boy did they learn better fast.

“Well, it wasn't so much that they were trying to help me, as much as it was they were all trying to help me at the same time, you see.” You cup one of your breasts absently, hefting it a little. “I mean , I've got some pretty biog booms, but six pairs of hands might be a little too much for me.”

Kei-san and Fuuta-chan both blush quite prettily, while Akari just looks....annoyed, more than anything else. Kiki-hime takes it in stride, while Yui-chan is busy and doesn't comment. Kiku-chan, who stepped joined the group when the commotion started just in time to see you tickle your samurai, holds her sleeve before her Cupid's-bow lips, and mutters something undoubtedly insulting, but you're not terribly concerned about it at the moment.

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Blades clash, an old tune stuck in my head for years. The sound of sharpened metal sliding over itself, like a sharp pluck of shamisen as the two kissing blades pull back from eachother. Sparks fly in that one moment, the music ending for a moment as the two dances twist around to face each other again, locking blades as naturally as the wind blows and the reeds dance.

I smile as Byakuya catches my blades downward swing, his pony tail flowing from his movements as mine bobs like a fox's tail, I just grin widely, proudly even. He really has talent this boy, its been awhile since I got a real chance to practice with him. And today, it would seem that's my work, given to me by ginrei directly, just like when he first asked for my skills. I press my advantage, using my strength to push my blood stained Zanpakuto down his empty blade, the sharp sound of blade edge meeting edge resounding through the garden like a ringing gong. The blade catches on his guard, and I twist my guardless blade around and press the flat of the blade against it, trying to push his arms and Asauchi up to give me a nice wide opening to attack him directly.

A step forward, bring the blade down and swing. The young lord steps back, leaving my to cut air. Smirking, I look up at him as he enters a high stance, waiting for my next movement. I oblige and begin to arc my zanpakuto up from the ground.

He moves before his blade can meet mine, stepping to the side and kicking dust at my face. I turn to face him, wincing as the rough dirt covers my face, blinding me as I shut my eyes to keep them from getting filled with dust and pebbles.

I hear him lowering his sword, judging from how quickly he did it and how short the sound was he only moved it down to about his stomach...and twisted it around. He's aiming for a stab, a would be finisher in any fight against anyone without a will and body of steel.

I move like a fire burning over oil, taking my left hand from my nodachi's guard, moving it down to my side, where I left its sheath. Pulling it from its sash, I move and hold it in front of me. Feeling the impact in my arm I open my eyes and see Byakuya's cold and determined face as he struggles to push his blade over the obstacle blocking its path.

"Its almost like they're dancing" I hear Aya say, but I don't let her take my attention, I need all of it to keep my student back and both of us locked in place "Isn't it? I really wish I brought my painting stuff with me"

"They are both skilled swordsmen, when two of the meet its always a beautiful thing" Kaname says calmly and warmly, as I push Byakuya away, and we renter our stances and watch, just waiting for the other to act first "But Kuchiki was trained in part by Kimi, so it stands to reason their moves against each other are even more beautiful than most other matches of this kind"
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