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Char Sheet: http://pastebin.com/fUKdUWLF
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The world of the living, it hasn't been my home for awhile but I still enjoy being here, if only because it means I can practice my skills in actual battle here. And it has a different sort of beauty than the soul society, a much more mundane feeling. Or it would, If I wasn't given the job of escorting a few barely trained students from the academy today. There's four of them, and I think they were too scared of me to introduce themselves, so I don't know their names yet. Not that I was in a talkative mood and said anything besides what I needed to. I haven't been getting enough sleep lately after aizen's notes and studies on me were stolen and especially last night since Aya needed to tell me about how she saved a family of pluses from a hollow on her own...all night. I mean its not like I'm not used to fighting without any sleep but...its weighing on me, just the stress of it and the paranoia that's been creeping into my mind ever since that day.

I sigh, resting my zanpakuto on my shoulders as I watch the last of my "students" of the day walking into the world of the living, my mind still in other places. The other two are taking it about as well as I am, even if they aren't showing it. Aizen is panicked and still searching for clues on who did it, and Yoru is...well she's much more serious than she usually is around me which tells me all I need to know

"Kimi?" Kaname asks, suddenly at my side with the trainees he's escorting "I didn't know you were leading a field lesson as well, oh this is a welcome surprise"

"Oh, hey Kaname" I say dully, as he tilts his head his mask covering his expression "and yes it is, hope misfortune doesn't find you or your charges"

"You know her?" a girl with short black hair asks him

"She is my idol" Kaname says without a hint of shame "and dear friend, I owe her much...but you sound...sad kimi, that isn't like you. Usually when something is bothering you you get....angry"

What do I say?
[] Just tired and exhausted
[] Oh that's just a simple lie
[].....the past is troubling me, that is all I will say
[] Your ears are as sharp as ever, and yeah, I've had a bit of bad luck lately
[]Aizen lost my sister's paintings, so I'm a little in the dumps
[] Well, maybe you can cheer me up later
[] Also, you four, what are your names, stop trying to avoid my gaze dammit
[] Wait? you're a high enough rank to lead one of these things? I didn't realize that
[] Oh, not sad, just thinking
[] I don't have time to talk, you lot follow me, stay close and don't do anything stupid
[] I'll tell you once we're back in the soul society
[] (say nothing, and motion the four trainees to follow me)
[] write in

Sorry bout the set back, but there was nothing I could do

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Additional Captain’s log

Technically, we are still on our shakedown cruise. But at present, Ensign Humphrey is dead, and Doctor Ocett should be performing the autopsy as I speak. Humphrey was part of a volunteer crew working on the Bajoran ship the Wealth of Dahkur, and despite there being no initial sign of wrongdoing Ensigns don't typically drop dead at random. I've ordered all crew on shore leave to stay in groups, for now. Advice my own First Officer gave me, personally, and which I ignored. I expect he'll bring it up, at some point. Or maybe he will consider this demonstration of the risks involved in our duty to Starfleet enough.

I did not wait for Captain Hir-Bulat's permission before ordering Humphrey's body beamed to our own sickbay. As a Captain, I'm sure she'll understand that I'm much more comfortable with my own Doctor looking after my crew, no matter how green or Cardassian he might be. Though I suspect Doctor Ocett has seen more corpses than the average doctor.

No Captain takes the death of a crewmember lightly. This isn't my first time, but this is different than during time of war, or with an accident. It's the uncertainty of it. We'll have to get to the bottom of this.

Sorry it took so long

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Here's our discord where we handle direct communications/secrets.
https://discord.gg/fNwhBwd
Some basic stuff about the civ:
http://pastebin.com/JeLgCpu6
Archive:
http://pastebin.com/sJUQB60g
We have a wiki as well!
http://civbulgar.wikia.com/wiki/CivBulgar_Wiki
Wrote up a story summary today that Hare compiled:
https://pastebin.com/eBjeTU8v

Date: 11.11.813 After the Storm

>>Population:c.33m
>>Agriculture:6/10
>>Resources:6/10
>>Manufacturing:7/10
>>Trade:7/10
>>Finances:3/10
>>Morale:5/10
>>Prestige:7/10


>>Buildings: House of Lords,Cathedrals, Gladiatorum, Academies, barracks, dry docks, monuments, finery forges,Great Lighthouses, sewers,schools,watermills,windmills,hospitals, baths, Renaissance architecture, stained glass;
>>Economy:three-crop rotation,standartised manoral agriculture,quasi-pastoralism, stable Mark,artisans and workshops, no debt
>>Culture:Code of Roggar, quality festivals and folk culture, books,printing press, dragonslaying, good arts, calendar,noble manners,Tournaments, improving propaganda, Universities
>>Technology:heavy plough,horse collar,wind mill,sewers,stirrups,quality metallurgy, good glassworks, medium medicine,medium natural science,quality mechanics,good crafts,good textiles,medium fishing,improving blackpowder
>>Government:Feudal Contract, good bureaucracy, City Guards,Legisature, trial of ordeal, elective monarchy, Council, Holy Pantheonic Empire, Imperial Law, standartised measurements
>>Magic: MAGA,quality golemancy,medium alchemy, medium enchantments, good spellweaving
>>Military: RDF - 70k; Mountain Army - 80k; Stoman's Gate Reserves - 40k
>>Navy:13 carracks, 3 caravels, 1 superboat, DRANK
>>Religion: old gods shamanism, Pantheon worship, Virism


>A.Food production & growth
>B.Culture & religion
>C.Construction
>D.Military
>E.Government & laws
>F.Exploration & colonization
>G.Research & development(Cooldown)
>H.Navy
>I.Diplomacy & war
>J.Magical matters
>K.Trade & Finance
>L.Other

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Rolled 36 (1d100)

"Ah finally things are going somewhat well. Got the food taken care of and the pirates distracted."

"How does monster fishing work anyway?"

"Like ordinary fishing except more fighting."

"Are the missile launchers really necessary?"

"Clearly you never been monster fis-oh fuck what the hell happened? Didn't those guys go out with a proper ship? Why the fuck is there only a single shuttle left," cursed one of the pirates after seeing a clearly heavily damaged shuttling landing(crashing).

Shortly after some pirates pull themselves off the ship cheering.

"WOOOH NOW THAT IS WHAT I CALL A PROPER FUCKING MONSTER HUNT!"

"What the hell happened to you guys? How the fuck did you lose your ship?"

"Well this ere monster hunt...is the real fucking deal. Holy shit you should of seen how many of those big bastards there were! I swear it was as if they knew we were coming and prepared! Holy shit it was like that space monster hunt in the Octuris system all over again. Except more water!"

"...Wow that insane?"

"Hell yeah what you still haven't gotten the feeds up?"

"Had to build them by scratch so it takes some tim- holy shit," begins a pirate tek before stopping as a badly wounded pirate ship arises from the deeps with monsters crudely strapped on.

"...Wait isn't that super bad ass elite pirate's personal ship? You know the crazy fuck who took on an entire defense station on their lonesome? How the fuck..."

Suddenly the ship halted over the 'vip' section and proceeded to spew out many wounded pirates and a laughing heroic pirate.

"HAHAHAHAH I love me a proper monster hunt but goddamn I had NO idea it was going to be that fucking good! I seen entire schools of monsters who looked like a space krakens bigger, meaner, pissed off cousins that fucked a shark crab."

"Oh it even managed to impress you? How unexpected that even you a super pirate would vouch for the hunt..."

"You got NO idea how fucking insane it is out there. I mean fuck me if i knew the hunt was going to be this fucking good I would I brought out my favorite guns and ships! Oh hold up there you TEKKIE FUCK I NEED TO USE YOUR COMMS! Gotta call for my other ships and gear to be delivered! Current one can't take another trip down there..."

"Uh...Captain our ship is sorta...sinking."

"Oh what the hell I told you idiots to land on some proper fucking rock. No wait its...tipping over. Fuck should of checked those bindin-*CRASH*. Ah...too much weight on one side over the other. Nothing that can't be fixed now where is that damned comm set..."

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“A Story? Really?” The man says, chewing on his cigarette, “Look, can’t you see I’m workin’ here?… Alright, fine, I’m not really workin’ at the moment, but still”.

He sighs, “Do you have one in particular that you’d like to hear?... No? What do you mean that you don’t know what story you want to hear?”

A particularly long drag of his cig sends another smoke cloud into the room, “Kid, I know so many stories I wouldn’t know where to begin. So, let’s start small”

>This is a bit of a challenge for myself. The basic way this works is that I'm going to give you guys the choice of creating a general world in which I will write a quest. Naturally, you are allowed to write in choices if you feel you have an idea worth sharing, just please don't purposefully try to create a world overly convoluted; I do need to create something interesting out of this mess.

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Stage 161: Water, Stone, Void, and Fire.

If it was all her own doing, you wouldn't hesitate to deal with Hebiki Naoto in the most expedient manner possible.

Well, you would, you just probably wouldn't feel as bad when she forced the issue.

With the spirit-child friendly restaurant near the top of one of the more expensive malls in Shibuya cleared out by the diners, only you, Er Yin-sensei, and Kiku-chan remain. Except for one other spirit child. Hebiki Rishi Is struggling under the vice-like grip of Akari-niji-chan's elder sister (actual elder sister, not merely clan-related!). Not struggling to escape, but to maintain her tenuous grip on her poise. A second of weakness, or the tiniest threat, and Nabiki will kill her and then turn on you....and anyone else nearby.

It isn't merely that she's a cruel and wicked person – she is both, you are more than pretty certain – but that her wani-infused blood makes her prone to berserk fits of rage. Akari has the same traits, and relies on you to help her control herself when she might do something dangerous. To others, not herself, of course. And naturally, because the universe must conspire to make your life difficult at any time you are thoroughly enjoying yourself, Naoto-onee-san just happens to be the same kind of elemental force as Akari: Stone.

Some ten feet away, Naoto has her nails driven into Rishi's shoulder, and Rishi's blood is staining her jacket; the normally chcolate eyes of the elder dragonette are jet black, her wani nature almost entirely in control, and you suspect that Oba-san is behind this particular bit of nastiness. Not that it took much, because Water eyes showed you the kind of person Naoto really is. Mostly a control freak who likes being in control and in charge. You took a good portion of that away from her when you immediately accepted her clan's offer to foster Rishi-chan with yours for training purposes. Whether or not she's a spy, plant, or trap....she's more of a dykish sort than a trappish short....cute, but hot tempered, like your favorite Fire Dragonette....smart though. Easily embarrassed and definitely in need of training....

Anyways!

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> What is this?
Another Dragonball Quest, because I really wanted to run one.

>How do I play/What are the rules?

Each post will end with options. The option with the most votes after ten minutes is the one that's chosen.

Certain choices will need to be rolled for. Once an option is chosen, I will ask for rolls. The first three will be taken.

Other than that, I've got nothing. I'm still getting a feel for this, so I'll add as I go along.

First of all, we need to create our character.

>What's our characters race?

- Android
- Saiyan
- Makyo
- Tuffle
- Human
- Demon
- Spirit Doll
- Namekian
- Alien

Each race has it's own special stats, and abilities.

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Welcome to the Beast Wars

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

General Rules:
When: Aiming to post every Wednesday

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 of first 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: Aiming at a target at long range with a scattershot weapon will require a higher roll to make a successful hit than say a normal blaster weapon).

Interacting/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 (Show ex, Tarantulus, Black Arachnia, & Quickstrike were supposed to secure an energon post. The Maximals interfered, resulting in the loss of the post BUT Tarantulus gained a new lair.).

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)

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You sit behind the wheel of your van, the guns held tightly by steel racks rattle slightly as you barrel through the streets of New York.

Looking through the constant drizzle of rain the world can seem distorted and wavy, and for years you saw through that filter rain or shine. But then you got woken up.

You woke up to the smell of copper and burning brass casings from the enemy instead of coffee and bacon from the wife. You grip the steering wheel tightly, the brief moments of clarity granted by the rapidly swishing wipers allowing you to see the dim dying sky through the breas in the clouds. Maybe it's an attitude thing but the skies always seem cloudy and dark now, you sigh and begin to slow when you see a figure lurking in an alley take a step forward and walk towards your car.

The kid's green, you can already see the pistol bulging under his loose waistband. You reach for the sawn off you keep in a holster on the side of your seat. This is what you need, a little way to blow off steam.

Whoever you were once that person is gone now, all that remains is The Punisher. You are a boogeyman to criminals, the most hardened gangbangers and crime bosses look for you pver their shoulders. You may be the Punisher now, but you were someone else once.

Who were you..
>Frank Castle, former Marine and family man turned one man army and tool of justice.
>[Insert name], Someone inspired by the Punisher who took the mantle after his disappearance.

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I felt like running a one or two day quick multi-civ quest set in a fantasy version of the ACW. Nothing too major, but if it works out I might run it a few days longer. 3 players, pick a General Type from one of the four playable factions

The United States of America (The Union)
General (Mechanical)
General (Cursed)

The Confederate States of America (The Confederacy)
General (Mechanical)
General (Cursed)

Appalachia
General (Cherokee)
General (Devil's Son)

United Tribes
Great Chief
Death Chief

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You are James Baker, a wild card according to the strange man known as Igor. Over the past few days you have moved to the town of Birchland with your Great Uncle Carson and started school. You've started to learn more about the town and made a small number of friends. School quickly got weird as you learned of a rift leading to another world that you believe is tied to your own.

More worrying was during an assembly was the green smoke flowing from The Rift and the strange, impervious wooden door within. Students and teachers at your school have begun acting stereotypical and forming cliques. The cause of people acting like caricatures was Shadows ripping something out of copies in The Rift.

With the Chief Shadow of the mountain village taken care of you got out of there before more Shadows found you. After a talk with the group Ms. Brown said she would work harder to work together with everyone, but insisted on going by her real name, Trish. Now you are in the southern swamp and making a plan on how to deal with the strange Shadow that seems to be leading the second village.

Announcements: https://twitter.com/TheCrabQM

Persona Pastebins: https://pastebin.com/5H95E8gL

Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Crab%2C+Persona

Discord: https://discord.gg/CkH8dwp

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Previous quest
>>1697785

Glory to Alainn! You are Cathal Rathais, one of the chosen elite, the 13th Legion, scouting a world 4231 years after your country won the Grand War and placed itself in cryostasis to allow the planet to recover.

You have assumed the false name "Ace Locke" for your hunter identity. So far, you have managed to hide your identity.

so far you have:
>Updated your bunker database
>registered to the Hunter's guild (and flirted with the receptionist)
>Recruited Pisteia, the Mercenary Princess (Knight)
>Completed Nissa Estalise's quest
>Eliminated a raider stronghold
>Taken control of Outpost Charlie and looted it.
>Repaired a Raider buggy
>Repaired the lift to the outpost garage
>Secured an Otharthurian Outrider
>Secured a Patrol tank
>Met with the Archivum
>Got a lot of money
>Went to Lethbridge
>Discovered and recruited fellow 13th legion soldier Almeda Irnan (Adriana Hammer)
>Acquired quest from Captain Hendrick to obtain his ship.
>Entered the Ruined Ollamic City of Kantrel
>Secured an Ollamic luxury floatcar
>Looted the underground city of Kantrel
>Secured Terminal 48 and renamed her Artoria.
>Obtained a large cargo ship
>Repaired the tank, moved vehicles to ship.
>Recruited a mercenary dragon hunter

The following is information you have collected:
>The Archivum is a worldwide network of academic nature that is studying the ruins of the past. They pay well for artifacts.
>Nissa went to Lethbridge to return to Korlanis
>A blood dragon is the current concern of the duchy
>the 14th legion turned on Alainn and are now the raiders
>The Ollamic Kantrel ruins are the raider's target in this region
>the raiders are under the orders of a general
>There is a city called 'Korlanis' Where Nissa came from.
>If you bring your Archivum crest and a signet from the duke, the Archivum will give you something impressive for them.
>There is something going on in Inis duchy. A man named Alexander might be responsible
>There are... things... in Lethbridge
>Kantrel fell apart underground due elitism and pale horrors lurking in the underground sea
>Ollam used humans as nodes of their data netowrk
>The blood dragon is expanding territory
>A very prolific Archivum archaeologist might have an idea about who you are.


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Current tasks:
>Slay the blood dragon

Your current score:

Vehicles obtained: 4 (+1 extra)
Permanent party members obtained: 3

>continuing.

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This is Sword Quest a quest about a man and his journey across the perilous world with you in charge of the actions he takes, abilities he learns and how he changes the world around him. Have fun.

You awake with a sharp pain coming from your temples. As you rub your temples the pain slowly fades and you hear sounds of birds chirping and the pounding sound of water falling not to far away from you. Looking around more you notice tall skinny trees reaching to the sky all around.

You feel a simple leather grip in your hand and look down to see a old rusty sword that looks like it could fall apart any second.

What do you do ?
> explore more (look for anything in particular?)
> swing the sword
> other (write in)

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Creation. A world made of five elements, on the backs of five dragons and reaching off into five directions.
But in which direction do you live?

1: The frigid North?
2: The verdant East?
3: The regal Center?
4: The blazing South?
5: The drowned West?

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You are lying on your back, your eyes shut. It’s a bit chilly; you feel goosebumps. It’s odd. Your body doesn’t respond to your commands to move. You hear someone ask you a question, a woman by the sound of it. The voice is familiar, but you cannot quite place where you’ve heard it before. It asks, “Are you sure about this, Jack?” She pauses. “Once you start, you won’t be able to stop until someone else frees you, or…” the woman trails off.

“If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t have gotten this far,” you hear yourself reply confidently. You don’t recall trying to say that though; it was as if your body moved on its own, like you were a mere observer in your own body. You add, “Besides, it’s not like I can afford to splice, so this is my best shot.” After a few moments, you say, “Way I see it, I die no matter what. In here, I have a chance, and if I die, well, I’m not in any worse position than out there. It just happens a tad sooner.”

“Very well…” You hear the woman take a deep breath. “Goodbye, Jack,” she whispers. You hear a hissing noise as something fills the space you are in. It kind of burns as it fills your airways and lungs. You find yourself struggling to breath as unconsciousness overtakes you.

…

Your eyelids flutter open, and you find yourself staring at the roof of the ship’s sleeping quarters. You flex your fingers and raise your arms experimentally. Alright. You’re in control again. What was that? A dream? A memory…? You shake your head. You can think on that later. You decide to recount your current situation to separate dream from reality.

You are Jack, the last of a seemingly extinct kind known as the Earless, whom went missing for as of now unknown reasons. Though your ears are what you would consider normal, everyone else here has animal ears and a tail of some sort on their otherwise human bodies. You’ve seen men and women with cat, dog, bear, rabbit, and many other animal features. You’ve been residing on a ship these past few weeks and rebuilding the muscles that atrophied during your centuries-long hibernation. The world appears flooded but is definitely the Earth you know. Some technology from your era seems to still function but not without a fair amount of issues. The people here speak a language you do not understand, but you’ve met those who speak your language, English, thankfully.

You stand up from your bed and stretch. Alright. That’s your situation. You recall finding a computer with Marissa, a mouse-girl, yesterday and a brief spat with Amber, a doggirl you know with something against the Earless. They’re both people you might consider friends. Who should you see?

>Amber. See if she’s doing better from yesterday.
>Marissa. Talk about your discovery yesterday.
>Someone else. (Who?)
>No one. You want some alone time. Take a walk.