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District A has fallen, District B has fallen, the primary defensive line is crumbling. This message has been sent to all remaining Administrators and agents. The world is facing it's darkest hour, and we require every mind we have to combat the threat.

>What is this? A free-form roleplay, join as whoever you wish. Anything goes.

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Archive:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Tuffle%20Quest

>You are Maple Son-Mahogany, one of two young Tuffle twins thrown at Earth starting in early Dragon Ball by your "father," Dr. Raichi

>"Canon" had already taken a sharp turn from the "norm" when you began, and through your actions, choices, and dialogue, took even further turns from the "norm," and will probably continue to do so

>Stats and dice mechanics are used, and can be explained again as needed

>Let's all try to have some fun, ok?

And a pastebin: https://pastebin.com/DyHHgCYE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aO_Lpb2f6d4

Last time, on Dragon Ball Tuffle Quest Z! You and Goku helped set up a special program at Gohan and Peppa’s school, then investigated Ozotto’s arena at Lord Jaguar’s castle, seeing the results of the Super Monster’s influence upon people there. Finally, you and Acer attempted to help Beelzebub get to the Aquma hidden deep within the Nemurian ruins before Ozotto... to partial success. The time before the start of Ozotto’s tournament is slowly running out...

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Welcome to Do Your Best Quest! A slice of life adventure with supernatural elements where our poor main character is trying to do his best out of the situations at hand, but don’t worry, just trying your best is good enough for him.

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Your little sister Amelia is here waiting for you to let her inside, she brought a videogame with her and wants to play it with you. That doesn’t sound bad, but Ms. Uccelli is inside after you dealt with her demon induced sleep disorder and you don’t want to create a misunderstanding… or you do?... No wait, you have to look at the bigger picture! She has a flame on her right feet! She made a pact with a demon…

“Johnny? Is something wrong?” She’s playing with the box in her hands.

Anyway, it’s time to deal with this!

>”I’m busy at the moment, can you come back in an hour?”
>”Give me a sec; I need to take care of something” Close the door a little bit and tell Ms. Uccelli to hide.
>Invite her in. When she spots your teacher say “This is exactly what it looks like” while waggling your eyebrows.
>Write In.

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The anarchic “nation” of Sosaldt is a brutal place, inhabited by thieves, murderers and sellers of contraband. Life there is often violent, and short. While there are those who live comfortable lives in the so-called “Southern Cities;” fortified cities who grew fat off of black market trading for goods that sailed in that rest of the nation would not take, these people are the exception and not the norm. Even those who proclaim themselves the princes of whatever slice of land they take live a life of constantly awaiting challengers and usurpers. Yet, many thousands make pilgrimages to this place, because no matter who you are or where you come from, Sosaldt will take in anybody. A land of gold and last chances, some lucky individuals even manage to find themselves leaving the cursed country with a fortune, which spurs ever more hopefuls towards the wastelands…

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You are Lieutenant Richter Von Tracht, officer of panzers for the army of Strossvald, on a secret mission to rescue hundreds from the clutches of vile bandit mercenaries who hail from the east, the brigand nation of Sosaldt.

You managed to pursue your enemies, a band called the Blood Suns, all the way through the nation of Valsten, and into East Valsten, where you chased them into misty mountains inhabited by illusions and massive monsters. When you came out the other side…you found yourself ahead of your enemies.

Sensing opportunity, with the permission of the guardians of the town you found yourself in, you prepared to do battle with your enemies, who would, in your plans, find themselves under attack without any warning at all, and swiftly defeated despite your pitifully inferior numbers.

However, there was no real way of telling when the Blood Suns would appear to trip over your ambush, and hours of fretting, planning, and coordinating, one of your “subordinates” (in name only, for he outranked you), Captain Honnrieg, recommended that you take a break; ostensibly for the purpose of training a lady sniper who had joined with you, Hilda, in the operation of Strossvald’s standard anti-tank rifle, although more likely for the purpose of alleviating your stress by separating you from the source of your woes.

While you didn’t like being sent off to take a respite when your troops would have no such breaks, you relented to the Captain’s advice.

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In ages long past, the Lussurian Empire spanned the known world. The empire's supreme magical might secured the nation's prosperity for centuries. The nation's opulence grew over time and its citizens became increasingly decadent. Corruption spread, misuse of magic skyrocketed, and in time; the whole of The Empire collapsed under its own weight. Civilization vanished.

One thousand years hence, several countries have since sprung from the ashes, magic seen as a dangerous but necessary tool. In recent years, there has been a surge of interest in that fallen empire. Scholars believe that the magic of old may yet be used properly, but lore of those times is all but gone. The ruins of that mighty age still stand, and scholastic fervor has summoned a new profession; the Treasure Hunter.

You are one such treasure hunter looking to make your fortune .

There is but one question...

>Are you a boy? A girl? Or both?

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WWII Risk
Read the map and claim a faction.
We will be using the dice+1d1000000 dice funciton.
Each roll must be accompanied by your orders and at least 2 sentences of role play.
Random events are likely to occur throughout the game at the whims of the OP.
To play in this game you will also need to join the Discord server (will post invite in a minute). Once in the server declare your faction once more and be given roles to access channels for discussion among your allies.
Feel free to also use direct messaging to further undercut your enemies, or even betray an ally :^)

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Your name is Ryoma Nagare.

And you have no idea what is going on.

You were battling another one of Emperor Gore's Mecha-Reptiles, Dinosaurs, whatever- the-hell-name-was till you suddenly got here, without your team in this sandy wasteland. Knowing that sitting on your ass will do nothing, you decide to ram up your jets and

[x]Look for civilization

[x]Look for pilots

[x]Look for the lab

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>Last Thread: >>1699285

When last we left off, we were confronting Martinez's Monster...

Kicking down the door, Keith initiates the conflict. "Martinez! Get out here! We've got a bone to pick with you!" he growls, punching into his gloves.

On an outlandish throne of pillows, surrounded by moving golden figurines of girls in bikinis, is Martinez's Monster. He's in a stupidly expensive bathrobe and wearing enough jewelry around his neck to give any reasonable guy shoulder pains. There are over a dozen rings on his fingers, but he doesn't seem to be slowed by it in the least.

"Well, ladies, I've got to go deal with some trash..." he snarls at you. "It's you fuckers. What do you want? Was trying to upstage me at baseball not enough?"

"Come off of it," Donna snarls back. "You're not best at anything, are you? Why do you want to be number one so bad, anyways?"

"I AM THE BEST!" Martinez roars at her. "I was the best at my school at any sport I played. People adored me. I got all sorts of shit. Girls threw themselves at me. I even made my way to Olympia just on athletics alone." He waves his hands dismissively. "But no... That fucking coach wants to throw me in with you plebeians. It makes me mad, so mad I'm screwing up during practice."

He grabs an empty champagne bottle from the floor and throws it at the wall, putting a dent in the wallpaper. "I used to get whatever I wanted. But now that I'm here, I can't get fucking jack. Nobody listens to me! So now I need to be the best again, so I can finally get the appreciation I deserve."

David holds up his hand innocently, and you prepare yourself for disaster as soon as his mouth opens. "But why would anyone listen to you? You're not out for anyone but yourself." Evelake is a bit put-off by this whole situation.

"Shut up!" Martinez yells, warping in such a way that it becomes obvious he's about to transform. "All I want is for people to love me! Isn't that what everyone wants? I have these talents, so why can't I get recognition? People want to see sports, so I play sports! Who cares about some nerd behind a desk?"

"The Monster is going critical! Get ready for it to attack!" Mr. Bennett recommends.

(CONT)

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Previous Thread>>1684635

Thread archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=A+Safe+Haven
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Summary of the story http://pastebin.com/5vNphiNS
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Last time the battle with the No-Named Man and his armies raged. Your party was split and each faced severe challenges as they fought. Aki and Anna faced the No-Named Man in person, Victoria and Yuki fought with Azzrazzor and suffered a heavy loss. Taka and Rozallin took on Vipsania, a chimera leader while you settled things once and for all with Gurtag. You then headed to check on Yuki and Victoria after rescuing Ariel and Yaga but Yuki told you Victoria jumped on top of Azzrazzor and the only way to find her was to go where the Firebird was. Once you arrived you find the No-Named Man and Azzrazzor in the same location. With his staff placed on top of Victoria's burnt body, he declares his victory. Despite the clear loss in terms of ground forces.

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You are Tier Harribel and you find yourself in quite a stressful sitation.
Once again your husband Kaizar Soize was practically dragged away from home due to important businesses that required him, as the defacto leader of Hueco Mundo.
Sighing you return to cleaning the dishes alone...
Except you're not quite alone.

"Mom...
Are you angry mom?"

Reflexively you respond immediately.
"No sweetie.
...
Well, okay maybe a little."

"Are you angry at father?"

"Oh no, not at all Sofia.
I just hate that he always gets dragged into things.
I don't like it when he's not around."

"He probably doesn't like it either.
I'm sure father would rather stay home with us.
But he's an important man. Many people depend on her.
And I think we should take comfort in the fact that he always comes back here."

For a moment there you seize all action and stare at your daughter for a while.
Sometimes you forget just how much wisdom can her small head contain.
As you return to finishing the cleaning you can't help but feel proud at her, even if her social skills still need some... work.
Once the last plate is done you clean your hand and look at your little treasure.

"Hey umm.... thanks for cheering me up pumpkin."

She nods and keeps on reading her book.
"Anytime mom."

"Aaaand to show my gratitude...
How about we take advantage of the fact that it's only us now?
You know, have a "girls only" day for once."

Sofia looks up from her book.
"What do you mean?"

>Training. Just the two of us.
>Your sisters are probably tearing each other apart. Let's occupy them and go to the beach together.
>I heard there is a new playground at the orphanage, how about we check it out?
>I was thinking we should bake something for when dad returns.
>Other? (write-in)

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make strange nations, anything goes, spend points on actions and roll 1d20 for each action.

2 points for being a weak nation
1 point per territory
weak nation debuff - -5 to offensive manoeuvres against neutral territories and stronger nations

Will start when 4 nations arrive

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The clouds of Path flicker with light as interceptors crisscross through the sky. A distant shadow seen through the drifting cracks in the rain clouds above steadily drifts over the city. A hive corvette, its hangar opened like a yawning jaw as the flesh of the hull retracts over the metallic bone structure, and the shuttle within slides out, its thrusters flickering to life as it descends in a wide spiral towards the pyramidal superstructure bellow. A landing pad waits bellow, spotlights locked to the shuttle as it touches down, a crowd of humans standing in the rain shield their faces from the back draft, and then stand nervously, watching the steam billow off your shuttle's cooling engines as a thick mist of warm, humid air flows from the mouth of its boarding ramp. Your speaker strides the ramp in two wide steps, followed by a small cadre of warriors skittering close behind.

Welcome back to Hive Queen Quest!

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Welcome back, members of the Solar Expeditionary Force, to the 92nd installment of Mecha Space Pirate Quest! I'm Wong, your host and today you are Heinrich "Caesar" Merrow, formerly of the UJCIDF, pilot of the King Swordfish Mk. II (now upgraded and quite possibly in need of re-designation), currently in disguise as one Sir Gaius Wesker, a new Knight of Avalon.

Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Mecha+Space+Pirate+Quest%2C+Collective+Game%2C+mecha
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 (finally updated)
Brazilia's Kawaii Space Jam Gallery: http://pastebin.com/pZtRmbWS

Last time you WADED KNEE DEEP IN BROKEN BLUEGILLS. Or at least, you would if you can wade knee-deep in anything in space. Nonetheless, the Avalonian forces are taking the prison colony while you fall from the sky to assault the prison camp on Titan's surface.