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>>Previous threads

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

>>Writeup Pastebin

http://pastebin.com/nzPARvE8

>>Information

This quest, as the title suggests, takes place in the world of Dragon Ball. You're playing as a thirty year old man named Tofoo, and will adventure through the story of the Dragonball series alongside characters such as Goku, Yamcha, Bulma, Tien, and many others. Through your actions, you can make significant changes to the story, and perhaps even become the strongest fighter on Earth.

>Rules

At the end of each update you'll have ten minutes to vote on options. Write-ins are allowed, but I do reserve the right to veto them.

In the event of a draw, the option to receive the next vote wins

Rolls will be used on certain occasions, such as attempting a technique for the first time or attempting something extremely difficult. You will have three rolls, and if one succeeds, you succeed. There are no crits.

Rolls are made AFTER an option wins, not during the voting process

I hope everyone has fun.

>>Current Saga

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Hey there folks, I promise not to be kill, and I ask you to vote for our race (First to three). Once we've got a race, I'll give you all some options regarding where our civilisation will spawn itself. From the rolling steppes to the vast islands of the great ocean.

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"You're awake... Good. Do you know you're name?"

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Your name is Haskell, son of Sven. A young Norse man of about seventeen, and heir to a family that has long since begun spiralling, and a farm that has been fallow for too long. A father who lost most of his hand raiding, a mother who took ill on a sickness brought back on the longships, and a brother who’s entire raiding party hasn’t been heard from in six months, presumed lost to the sea.

That’s turning around. A local priest explained the recurring dream you’d been having: prophetic in nature, a way for Odin to let you know you’d been chosen as a Paladin, a champion of his religion along with your three oldest friends. Unfortunately, neither Odin, nor anyone else of his pantheon can contact you until you find the mythical Atlas of the Conqueror. It was last held by Charlemagne, and is rumored to be somewhere on mainland Europe. That doesn’t matter so much, though. They say you don’t find the Atlas; it finds you when it thinks you’re ready for the vast responsibility it places on your shoulders.

Important Links:
Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Norseman
Last thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1636781/
Thread 4.5 because Handler didn’t archive it: http://archived.moe/qst/thread/835865
Thread 8.51 because Handler’s still a moron: https://archived.moe/qst/thread/1113929
Character sheet: http://pastebin.com/3YQyKhpV
Relationships: http://pastebin.com/iRfRY4kS
Hander’s Twitter: https://twitter.com/ContractorQM

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Last Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1683376/

Twitter: @The_Renexizious

Discord: https://discord.gg/BbzTura

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

You of course, manage to make a finalized slightly "eco friendly" product, and head to bed with your wife, exhausted from working.

Of course, you sleep with Elizabeth throughout the night...

Anons get an upgrade for both Ren and Liz!

Liz.

>Stable Mutation
>Unstable Mutation
>Ultra Unstable Mutation
>Insanely Unstable Mutation
>Upgrade Form
>Gain Chimera Form

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Story so far: http://lom678.deviantart.com/gallery/63645625/NotQuesty-The-Search-For-May-s-Soul

Discord: https://discord.gg/wr6bSKV

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We arrive at Avalon, bleary and tired. Little by little we picked up our strength by breaking fast with the monks. In dimmed temples and shrines the others tended to their personal gods while I simply looked at the headstones jut themselves to the sacred earth with nary any remains with which to bury. It was rare, having the time to think on past and fatal mistakes, the stagnation spurned us to move around the massive city, only to find two places of interest - and within reach of our lodgings. Summer would come like a Lion as we saw the faces of our friends' killer on the boogey boards.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qXuErn3Hjb4&index=1&list=PLgAGq01fs2snyIUvybACAdY5M43yyRyzS

> [World Tree] is a party based skirmish where each player takes control of a single adventurer. As a successor to the Floors name, it uses a retouched system that will solve the problems its predecessor had. Players must work to explore the roots of the World Tree.


> Since we will be spending a day at town, go ahead and declare your transactions, level ups, and feel free to FORM Parties and plans for the next trip. RP is allowed but ultimately inconsequential to the Game unless NPC Events occur. [These events will only trigger when certain transactions take place ]

> With the Formalization of 1.0 changes to rules and clarifications will take effect through out the thread in the form of Blue Patch Notes or Green Arrow actions. Please keep an eye out for them.

please wait until the Morning Update to post

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Previous: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1693869/
Char sheet: https://pastebin.com/zh3cZW7G
Other char sheets: https://pastebin.com/HG1rwg7e
Twitter: https://twitter.com/TheHeadMasterTG
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The night was cold and dark, unnaturally so. The air itself had seemed to have died and started to rot, making every breath a labored and struggled one. This crushing atmosphere bred an air of nervousness, paranoia and building panic in the one soul to experience. She was a young girl, a human girl walking home in the dead of the night, something instinct and indeed most everyone she knew had told her never to do, especially when you were alone as she was. That isn't to say she didn't regret her decision, in fact she was cursing herself silently every footstep she took. Well she was, until she realized sometimes when she spoke she'd hear another, heavier step behind her. Now she only continued forth, nearly running with a blank mind to save herself from the terror she felt in her heart. It couldn't be covered, and her thoughts quickly turned jumbled and fearful, thoughts turning back to her mother, her father, praying to anything to help her.

A shadow rose over her, as she took a wrong turn in blind panic. And against her screaming mind, turned. She saw a flash of gold.

A shrill scream echoed through the night, and then ended.
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In the morning, the same girl stumbled to school, her eyes sunken. She looked starved, almost dried up. And even though every stare fell on her, she didn't react in anyway, besides a deadly glare. Even towards her friends
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Carol Hiral, ATOMIC LEGIONNAIRE!
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Leaning against the brick wall surrounding the school, I can hear a fight. Some girl is yelling louder than some monsters I've heard. In fact I'm pretty sure she's actually louder than some of my volatile spells, namely the ones that make everything explode.

I sigh, and silently wish for a pair of ear muffs as I wait out here, trying to decide what to do now.

What do I do?
[] Wait for Juniper and Lyra to divide up the orbs
[] Go into the school
[] Go back to my apartment, and watch something to pass the time
[] Bake, and chat/learn from Holi
[] Wander through town, on patrol.
[] Show Alexander Miller my magic, just to fully convince him
[] Visit the anime store out of curiosity.
[] write in

Sorry about the delay, but I honestly could not run. Luckily whatever was making me sick has passed.

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You wake up one day in your bed.

An alarm clock is going off like crazy. You slam your fist down on it before even checking the time.

You get out of bed, you're only in your underwear.

You go to the calendar. Oh no! All the days have been erased and you remember your boss's birthday is sometime this week! If you don't show up on the right day, you're fired for sure!

DAY 1 -

What do?

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You are a low life scum, born into a poor family without many options. Having failed any possible educational direction, you've turned to the life of crime.

It is the year 2100, the turn of a century. Not much celebration for you however, as you wake up in the morning ready to make some quick money.

>Go to your supplier's location
>Go Shopping
>Stay Home
>Other

You currently have 100$ saved up on you.

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The buggy drives right off as you step onto the pavement, not bothering for any other formalities. The Admiralty’s staff members had been shifted into another gear since your short visit to the plaza. Cables, construction work, forklifts and loud yells for more parts and materials practically echoed throughout the town as you thundered around the masses that now littered the streets. Even in front of the Army’s makeshift bar, it was no different. The contractors and volunteers were at work, their Army counterparts by their side, working through cable management for the block with gusto. The table that once stood in front of the bar—for whatever event that the Army had its finger in—was now gone, replaced with a tent that housed crates of what looked like more cables and metal poles.

If it wasn’t apparent before, the rebuilding of the town had definitely kicked into overdrive.

‘Sorry, sir, need to see your pass.’

You flash your gifted pass, receiving a colored tag in return.

As you step right into the bar—into Army Mobile Command—you’re overtaken by an onslaught of noise, smell and a very stuffy room.

You had expected people to be doing whatever assigned task they had for the day … not gathered around chugging—definitely chugging—cigarettes and growling in groups at tables, some of them banging on the wooden surface of the tables as someone else across explained something. While not quite as filled as it had been on the night of your meeting with Toecutter—the Navy Captain—there was definitely a larger concentration of activity all around … and from the look of things, it didn’t look like anyone here was in for a pint or a pretzel bowl, either.

‘We can’t run a relief support run anymore than we have—you wanna piss off the Navy boys again? Let ‘em run their damn boats; see how they like it when a slug drags ‘em off to the bottom of the sea!’

‘Land routes take way too much time for us to do both—an airlift might be an option, but those supplies need to come in ASAP.’

‘Stinkin’ Admiralty hoggin’ all the friggin’ glory. Leavin’ us to do the grunt work…’

‘Permits aren’t available until tomorrow. See if we can push it back a little more…’

‘THESE PRETZELS ARE TOO DAMN SALTY!’

You rub your temples, observing the place as well as you are able. It was a bustle of chatter, pointing fingers and banging fists … but you are able to recognize the Sergeant, standing stoically with her arms crossed at one table; the Bartender, going through a list in his hands and at least three tables of troubled-looking soldiers going over maps, forms and diagrams as a waiter expertly maneuvers the crowd with drinks. Stepping forward, you know just who you wanted to talk to first.

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Cannibal Lolocaust Edition.

Welcome to Wake Up Naked In A Field With A Rock. Last thread, much fun was had. We were introduced to a post apocalyptic world, populated with people trying to carve out their meager survival amongst wild animals, ravenous cannibals, radiation, and corpse merchants. A strange power, some say, a curse, holds the people of the land hostage, where death is not the end, and people wake up, naked, in a field, with a rock, aware of the final moments of their past lives. Our players continue to fight for their survival and morality in a cut throat world, rife with insecurity, mistrust, and fear.

Welcome to the second installment.

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We are presently at player capacity. However, every now and then, I do accept a new player.

NEW PLAYERS!
>Use name as tripcode
>10 HP @ lvl1
>Choose an occupation for skill bonuses
>Customize your rock

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>Mechanics Primer

If your HP is reduced to 0, you fall unconscious. If you are alone, you are assumed dead, and wake up the following sunrise without your items, either in the field, or in your bedroll. However, there are ways to inflict more permanent damage upon players.

>Skill Checks
>Flat Check
Roll20 and beat a target number to succeed
>Opposing Checks
Two players roll against each other. The higher number determines the winner. Combat runs on opposing checks.

>Anything else?
If you leave the game session and you arent dead, your character falls unconscious. If you aren't present for a session, you are assumed to be sleeping. People can do things to you while you are asleep. Be careful...

>Contact
[email protected]

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Where last we left off...

>Jippy was building fortifications to his cave
>Anne discovered how to channel supernatural abilities
>Jhonny met a mysterious man, swathed in black robes, riding a cart
>Cory was dragged back to the town of Canopy by Anne
>Barry has gone to Malla Malla to purge it of cannibals

>If anyone has reached 1000 XP, they level up and receive 5 more HP and +1 to 3 skills at QM discretion

>Game time is set to Day 2, 3pm
>All players, heal 2 HP
Please post
>Continue
And we will pick up where you left off.

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Sometimes, being funny can be more trouble than it’s worth.

“...So basically what happened was the idiot ended up knocking himself out backstage, right? Normally that’d mean a fight was cancelled, but this place was all about the show when it comes to wrestling. If SOMEONE didn’t go on, I wouldn’t be able to fulfill my contract, which was basically making sure he got the belt at the end of the night.”

“So…what happened?” Lorelei asks, still mostly drunk. They’d roped you into this storytelling mess, and now…

“Ended up a one-night-only appearance of The Great Stargirl,” you say with a scowl that’s not aimed at anyone in particular. “Hated the over the top-ness of the place, but...well, you gotta do what you gotta do.” Your voice deepens briefly as you recount the faux-accent and tone you had to put on. “The STARS are unaligned for YOU, Master Mask!”

A round of laughter causes you to blush unwillingly, and your embarrassment is enough to stop you from going along with it further- even if you know they’re only doing it in good fun.

“Cannot BELIEVE everyone bought it, but they ate it up, stupid star-themed costume and everything. Even got an offer to stay on after I won the belt, then ‘lost’ in a sudden challenge to the guy after he woke up.” You shake your head ruefully. “From a sheer difficulty perspective, it wasn’t that hard. Still trying to forget it ever happened, though.”

“Awww, you sure?” Lorelei pouts. “That sounds GREAT. Say, what if me and you-”

“No.” And that’s that.

Greetings, and welcome back to Magical Girl For Hire Quest!

Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Magical%20Girl%20For%20Hire%20Quest
General Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/u/MGFHQHandler
Character Details: http://pastebin.com/9J70gqM2 - UPDATED
Miranda's Techniques: http://pastebin.com/eTu7U2PZ
FAQ: http://pastebin.com/8unLWUjF
Twitter: https://twitter.com/MGFHandler

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.

Currently, you’re sharing some time at a local bar (after some misadventures at another bar regarding your most recent hire and an owner who got a bit too fresh) with your workmates, telling stupid stories.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tkHh4JOnjZs

"Hello?" Van Luenen, your executive officer calls out, his voice muffled by the bowl of his helmet, already fogged with condensation from his breath. "Permission to come aboard?"

Silence, perfect and unformed greets him.

You find yourself mentally drifting back to the planet Dr. Wallace said couldn't exist being hunted by something sleek, wet, and deadly through black foliage, the roaring sound of waves pounding a rocky coastline nearby in the infinite blackness. On Tremolino however, only that perfect silence.

"Well, that's not a positive sign," Batista says.

"Let's just get this done," you say to your crew mates, and begin plodding through the dimly lit passageway.

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Beast Wars Quest

Character info pastebin (will be filled upon completion of character creation): https://pastebin.com/fqsyvZJw
Twitter: https://twitter.com/BeastWarsQuest

General Rules

10 min voting period after each main post. Write-ins votes are welcomed/encouraged. Votes that are non-contradictory and add to the narrative will be considered. Think 'Rule of Cool'

Combat mechanics/skill test will be done using best three out of five rolls of 1d100, unless otherwise specified. Modifiers may come into play depending on the MC's statistics which can improve odds and vice versa as the QM sees fit. The QM will do their best to inform players of when such modifiers will come up during votes. (Example: Aim at a target at long range with a scattershot weapon will require a higher roll to make a successful hit than a normal blaster weapon).

Training with other bots and successful missions can add to your overall abilities. Strong character relationships with your comrades can also benefit the MC as it will improve battle synergy and moral (less likely to want to fall back/retreat). Of course the vice versa can come into play as well. A failed mission may have consequences but result in unforeseen outcomes (In the show, Tarantulus, Blackarachnia, & Quickstrike were supposed to secure an energon post. The Maximals interfered, resulting in the loss of the post BUT Tarantulus gained a new lair.). A Predacon can always sabotage missions to make other bots look incompetent as well, just hope you’re persuasive enough to do so and watch out for those

Also keep an eye out at your energon build up levels; too much time in robot mode outside of a structure, such as a base can cause negative impacts on your combat maneuvers/skill test, including potential loss of spark. In the event of loss of spark, pending the results of a vote, a time lapse in the narrative will happen and a new stasis pod will fall. (Roll for new character or with a high relation level, a blank protoform will descend and your allies will reignite your spark)

Last time on Beast Wars Quest
You followed Optimus and Airazor back towards their base, with the stasis pod in tow. You learned abit about both sides off the conflict when you were discovered by Scorponok, who you made quick work of, and Tarantulus who landed a devastating attack on Airazor sending her plummeting. As the battle continues, Optimus has called upon Warpath to help her before she suffers more damage.