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DC Quest #5 2017-07-21 07:09:31 Post No.1689300
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DC Quest #5
MachPunch (ID: !!UbWXujn0HtF)
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This quest takes place in the DC Universe with characteristics mainly pulled from the animated TV series and films.
You are Battery, a teen recently brought in to HIVE Academy by Brother Blood after having seen your powers in action. Here you will learn how to successfully become a full-fledged villain, but you also hope to find some answers for your robotic origin. Though everything ahead of you is uncertain, you currently seek only the best for yourself.
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-Some actions (typically combat choices against non-generic enemies and certain social situations) will require 3 D100 rolls, using the best of the 3 rolls for said action.
-Critical successes/failures are 100/1
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Cheshire best girl
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that's a weird way of saying madame rouge
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It's been over an hour since you arrived back at the academy hidden beneath the city. After your fight with the cat-like assassin, you decided it would be best to take her back to your current home and interrogate her. Along the way, you were bombarded with hard rain and harsh words from Lady Black via your communicator. Among her vulgarity were warnings of what Brother Blood might do if he caught you smuggling an outsider into his school, but you waved it off. You need to find out more about your gang and how you can stop them from coming after you, otherwise they'll just send more nuisances like the assassin.
Once you made it back and miraculously avoided the security drones and cameras monitoring the school, you were greeted with Lady Black waiting outside your door so she could continue to nag you in person.
The argument abruptly ended when you mentioned getting the femme fatale on your shoulder out of her wet clothes, which prompted Black to telekinetically take her from you suddenly and bark angrily at you for having such a perverse notion. She then took the woman into your room and left you and your soggy clothes to drip in the hall, giving you the impression that she would be the one to take care of the hired killer.
While you waited, you pulled some electricity from the hall's lights and used the energy to heal the gash across your chest. You take note that your only pair of clothes is totally ruined and that you might want to find some more.
A few moments pass and Lady Black returns to the hall, a new cigarette already burning between her lips.
“You did a number on her, mate, but I think the bird's been through worse than you. She had so many scars...”
She gives you a stern look as smoke escaped her lungs through her nostrils.
“Right, so tell me again what the big fuckin' idea is? You plannin' on killin' 'er or somethin' after you're done with it?”
A: “It's none of your business. Just forget it.”
B: “I just need to ask her some questions. I don't plan on much else.”
C: [Tell her everything about you.]
D: “I'll answer that later. Tell me how the heist went.”
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You have been part of the 369th Infantry Regiment for three years now. You volunteered because your life was going nowhere except to dark places you don't want to hear about anymore. You've been placed in this regiment with all the others drafted african americans and since you're not to be trusted, after training you were just assigned simple tasks in small cities were the general population view you only as vermin.
But now is your time to shine, to proove your worth. You were sent to France days ago and just arrived on shore. There's still a lot of time to spend with your fellow men during the train journey trough France to the front.
You're sitting in an old train car with five comrades. You're tired but ethousiast, you've never fought a real war before and can't wait to get here so you sing songs about your homeland.
The train suddendly stops. The checker informs you that there has been an issue with the engine and the train will be stopped in the small village nextdoor for a few days. What do you do ? You haven't received orders from your superiors yet.
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Where is our sergeant?
Never do anything your sarge doesn't tell you to do.
>Find the sarge.
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>>1688880
>Find the sarge.
You get up and look out of the car, followed by your mates. You see the sarge is guiding the troops out of the train, asking them to take all their belongings and not to forget anything and that you'll pitch your tents outside, near the train station.
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>>1688883
Can't choose to play as a German :(
The King Of All Night's Dreaming (ID: !!xdHzs4+cYfl)
REBORN IN AN RPG S04 EP07 2017-07-20 07:30:50 Post No.1686658
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Sorry for starting so late, got sidetracked with real life. Let me know when you are here
So, do you wanna
>Continue the inspection
>Fast forward a little
>Other
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>Continue the inspection
Miellewds-guy here.
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>>1686658
Here
>>Continue the inspection
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Cold Soldier Quest 2 2017-07-20 07:26:22 Post No.1686643
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Previous thread
Glory to Alainn! You are an elite soldier of the 13th legion, scouting an unknown world 4231 years after you were cryogenically frozen.
You have assumed the false name "Ace Locke" for your hunter identity. So far, you have blended in, and are not suspected of anything.
The glorious land of Alainn is currently safe in icy stasis.
You are located in the sunny Koro Duchy, which is mostly idyllic farmland.
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
The following is information you have collected:
>a group called The Archivum is recovering old technology.
>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. You have a crest you can use for safe passage via airship.
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Your current score:
Vehicles obtained: 2 (+1 extra)
Permanent party members obtained: 1
>continuing.
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>Take outrider, sabotage lift and tank, switch engineering to recon, return to Koroton
The outrider is a superior vehicle in all respects to the buggy, even if it's still new-looking.
You take several crucial components from the tank, preventing it from ever starting, and load them into the outrider. Sadly there is nothing more to loot from down here, as the petrol tanks are part of the structure. All there is would be the dusty uniforms of the Otharthurians.
You use the lift to leave the garage, stopping at the top to remove the lift controls, keeping anyone from lowering it.
Your sabotage complete and the outpost looted, you drive your outrider back to the bunker.
Once again you carefully place your engineering kit away and equip the recon one.
You steer the outrider to the Koroton gate. There is some commotion, but once you show your guild card to the guard, they let you enter the city.
You park the outrider on the street, just outside the hunter's hall. You lock the machine up , pocketing the keys. (the buggy was hotwired.)
You are now in Koroton. Where to?
>Guild hall, to turn in request. (You may choose to flirt with the receptionist again if you wish)
>The ornate building with Zerican architecture
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>>1686696
>Guild Hall
We here on business
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>Guild hall, to turn in request. (You may choose to flirt with the receptionist again if you wish)
Gamma Master
GAMMA WORLD: In the Beginning Part 1 cont. 2017-07-22 01:52:32 Post No.1690704
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After observing the driver momentarily, Salvo does not detect any signs of hostility coming from the seemingly single-minded man. He takes careful notice of the interior of the vehicle and begins to assess the time that it would take to make a quick escape if circumstances demanded. Salve casually takes another glance out of the passenger window and peers at the scarred earth below.
Salvo takes notice of the large expanse of ruins on the east side of the river that lie sprawled out across the landscape like a parasitic fungus. The ruins look far older than anything that he has ever seen before. The buildings are made of strange materials that are entirely absent in other parts of the wastelands that Salvo has visited. They stand in stark contrast to the ancient architecture that once thrived just a few miles west of the great river. Very little plant life can be seen from the airborne view except for those resembling forms of sentient creatures walking about. Groupings of people can be seen below of every body type imaginable. But no pure strain humans are spotted.
The computerized voice again emanates from overhead, “Beginning descent. Terrestrial modality converted. Ambient thrusters engaging in 5... 4... 3... 2...1...” A loud suction noise is heard from below as the car begins to level off. The rear-mounted engine slowly dies down to a low roar. “Gravity pods deactivated. Weight negation transferred to central chassis. Prepare for landing.”
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Was there supposed to be another post after this or is this a prompt?
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Suddenly a demon lich pops up and kills everyone in the ship, only to be slayed a week later by a magical girl.
Pixel (ID: !mMm.waU7LI)
XCOM Trooper Quest #6 2017-07-22 01:03:45 Post No.1690407
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Time for a bit of downtime!
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XCOM HQ, Medical
“Yeah yeah, I know. You’ve been wondering how long you were under. I’m afraid it’s been nine years--Pfft!”
Your feelings of absolute gut wrenching horror is quickly replaced with a frustrated grunt as Sweet chuckles heartily, having convinced you that your injuries last fight put you into a coma.
As much as you want to get back at him you do owe Sweet your life so a bit of leg pulling from his part you guess makes you both even. And you do admit he’s pretty damn convincing.
“Never gets old.” Sweet grins as he composes himself. It’s a bit odd seeing your squad’s medic in medical scrubs instead of the usual trooper fatigues, though it fits him. “Don’t worry, you’re fine. Only been out for a few days. Now, you’re not going to be slotted for combat anytime soon but XCOM’s got the best of the best in medical tech so you’ll be back in the fight a lot sooner than you think. I’d thank Shen if I were you, that Alloy Plating took the brunt of it.”
“Lucky you.” Another voice says to your side, making you realize there is someone else in this part of the med bay, your focus initially been on just Sweet. You glance over to see Burnout who looks a bit more worse for wear yet still retains his relaxed attitude. “Going to be a while for me.”
“Oh please, it’s not as bad as some of the other plasma burns you’ve gotten.” Sweet waves his hand dismissively. “You’re still crazy though.”
“Other wounds--?” You cough a bit, your voice somewhat hoarse as you look over to Burnout incredulously. “How many times have you been shot?”
“A lot.” Burnout answers with a shrug, he does look used to the infirmary beds all things considered.
You sit up a bit and take some time to collect yourself, feeling the bandages on your chest. Several questions linger in your mind as you wonder what to ask Sweet first from your time spent while under.
>Is the rest of the squad alright? You don’t remember much of the end of the fight and what happened next.
>Any big events you missed? Maybe the aliens surrendered or something.
>How fucked are you? You recall Rook was pretty pissed and then there's Rachel...
>Other.
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>Is the rest of the squad alright? You don’t remember much of the end of the fight and what happened next.
REMOVE AYY
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>>How fucked are you? You recall Rook was pretty pissed and then there's Rachel...
I believe we already got confirmation that the squad is ok apart from us and Sweets joking aside, i don't think we've been out long enough to have missed anything big.
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>How fucked are you? You recall Rook was pretty pissed and then there's Rachel...
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A downward spiral of fire, ash, and pain.
It has been ages since you could recall the touch of the Earth upon your skin. All you have know and remember is the suffering of burning flesh peeling from your body as you glide down a bottomless abyss. When did this begin? When will it end? Ideas that have long since left your mind since you began your descent. But, maybe by luck or simply time, past the inferno that is your body, something fresh awakens you from the mindless suffering you've become accustom to. Stone. Earth. The ground.
Before you can react in any meaningful way, you and the cold stone meet at terminal speeds. A new pain. Bones break, flesh sinks into the rocks, and your blood creates streams from your landing. You are dead. Yet, not. The moment you become what could only be described as a red splatter, you and your body seem to become two different entities. There you are, a still burning pile of meat but you are seeing this like a third party spectator.
Whatever has granted you this power though seems uninterested in letting you soak it in before a new strangeness arises. The bits and pieces that made up your shell begin to move and jitter on their own volition. Moving toward each other in anyway they can. Your eyes roll to your brain which worms itself back together around your self-correcting spine. Fingers meet with bits of your palm as your ankles twist into place over your feet. Lastly, your internal organs pile into your slow growing skin and muscle until everything is in its proper place. A few moments of watching this later, your body is once again whole. Not a drop of blood to be seen from your initial entry.
>What does your newly patched form look like?
>Man or Woman
>Young, Aged, Elderly
>Lanky, Fit, Heavy Set
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>Woman
>Aged
>Heavy set
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>>1688752
>Man
>Aged
>Lanky
An endless fall has seen fit to weather us in years, and waste our limbs to atrophy - though curiously enough, neither cripplingly so.
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>>1688752
>Man
>Young
>Fit
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Dog Days Quest Episode 146 2017-07-20 01:50:39 Post No.1684546
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The food is good, the drinks are still cool, and the party rages on.
Perfect.
Most of the patrons are starting to reach their fill of food and wine. Which is causing many of them to slowly open up their less-refined sides. It feels good to have a celebration such as this. It feels like you're home again.
You are Jack Albator, amazing drinker, legendary reveler, and you're feeling pretty tipsy right now. It's probably best right now to lay off the drink for a while and try to get some food. You don't want to pass out on this momentous event.
This particular feast has been set out to commemorate the victory you're going to have tomorrow against Atlas. He's the massive hulk of a person sitting at the end of the table. You, your greatest allies, and your mightiest armies; all versus Atlas. All of that is going down in the morning. In less than twelve hours; you'll know the sweet taste of victory.
Yet, somehow, there are still people who are not as optimistic as you are about it. You've tried to tune them out, but they've gotten much more mouthy about it when alcohol becomes involved.
By 'people', you mean Pomelo. She seems to be getting louder and louder at the table the more she drinks, and you're starting to think she's in a screaming contest with no one eventually.
Thankfully, you have a penchant for tuning out loud drunks. You instead try to focus on your side of the table.
>cont.
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"Really?" You hear a louder conversation starting down the table. Yuuki and Charlotte are asking Elise some questions. "How long has he been getting in?"
The young girl nods, and then seems confused by this line of questioning.
"Uh, always? Ethan's my brother."
Ethan, of course, is the white-haired boy who is very talented with locks and security. You're pretty sure he's living on the streets at this very moment.
Which is why Elise telling a princess and a very straight-edge hero about her sneak-thief brother is a poor choice to say the least. She doesn't seem to understand the implication that she could be putting her brother at risk.
"I'll ask security to double up on your quarters, and to check exterior entrances. There should NOT be some random kid sneaking into girls rooms at night." Charlotte crosses her arms.
"Now hang on." You try to interject on his behalf, "He's totally not doin' somethin' suspicious. He's her brother. He's just usin' what he knows to keep in touch with the only family he has left."
Charlotte seems a little dismissive, "You really believe the old talltale about estranged royal bloodline coming out of a street urchin? That's the oldest story in the book. I rather he watches from afar before he decides to 'keep in touch' with my new little sister."
You can tell Elise is none too happy about overhearing that.
"Hey, c'mon, ye never even met the kid." You try to bargain with Charlotte.
"Do you think meeting him will change my mind?" Cats, man. What is it with cats?
"Aye just think yer thinkin' the worst of him without meetin' him face to face."
Charlotte sighs,
"So what do you suppose I do?"
>Just meet him.
>Do it after the battle tomorrow.
>Er heck, do it tonight.
>Aye dun know, nothin' will probably change yer mind.
>Drink.
>Other?
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>>1684560
>Drink.
>Just meet him.
>Drink.
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Mecha Space Pirate Quest XCI 2017-07-20 12:32:01 Post No.1684163
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Welcome back, members of the Solar Expeditionary Force, to the 91st 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.
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Last time, Roarke killed Major Bethany Cabot. Messily. He also broke the boulder and unlocked the true form of Void Fist martial arts.
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Hi Wong.
Is this still true?
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>>1684163
>pilot of the King Swordfish Mk. II (now upgraded and quite possibly in need of re-designation)
Howabout Kingfisher?
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>>1684163
Good times, good times.
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Secret Princess Zelda Quest #32 2017-07-20 12:29:12 Post No.1684154
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Previous threads here:
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>You are Princess Zelda, heir to the fallen throne of Hyrule
>Your father, corrupted by Power, died in a coup, your Kingdom shattered in a civil war 10 years ago, the Hero in Green giving his life to ensure you escaped the conflict
>An uneasy peace has returned to the land, but omens of a descent into greater chaos than before loom on the horizon
>You, Zelda Hyrule, have the potential to claim your birthright and restore the Kingdom to what it once was, bring back true peace to the lands. Your path ahead is not set in stone; you must chisel it in yourself. What kind of Legend will you create?
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>>1684154
With the bow and arrows retrieved, you, Viol, and Sheik look them all over. “Is that really all we could find?” the merchant questions.
“Sadly, it looks like such is true.” you sigh out. “But we do have a plan, at least.”
Sheik looks to you and asks quietly, “Where do you suggest next, Princess?”
>A.Cat, might you know where to find this Timeshift Stone?
>B. We should check my room, maybe there’s the other part of this note there...
>C. Let’s look into the armory
>D. Ask the cat about another location
>E. Something else?
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>B. We should check my room, maybe there’s the other part of this note there...
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>>1684156
>A.Cat, might you know where to find this Timeshift Stone?
Barring that...
>B. We should check my room, maybe there’s the other part of this note there...
>E. Something else?
Ask Viol if he knows anything about the guards we've encountered from his time here. Ask the cat too.
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Return of the Sorcerer: 2017-07-20 12:12:39 Post No.1684041
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You are Royce of the dreaded line of Grimuald, a lineage steeped in black magic and tyranny, last living descendant of the Horned King. You have risen to a tenuous position of power within the court of the Dragon Emperor, a weak ruler and madman. Housed in the very palace of your families ancient enemy, you have begun to build your wealth and influence, in the process stumbling across criminal activities linked to the possible resurgence of a rogue circle of Alchemists and forming an alliance with a disfavored Legion General you took a risk to save from exile and disgrace.
The night is growing late as you leave the dockyards of the Jeweled City, Capital of the Empire. General Desmond will leave with first light, taking a Legion given new hope off to a distant gods-forsaken post. Another step towards restoring your fallen dynasty and shattered kingdom to endarkened glory, though your exact path to power remains somewhat vague. A situation you should remedy soon, for the Emperor acquires and discards favorites on a moments whim.
>Head to the Watch-house and report your fight with the thugs
>Return to the palace and make preparations
>Waste a few hours among the drunken revelers
>Custom
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>>Head to the Watch-house and report your fight with the thugs
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>>1684041
>Return to the palace and make preparations
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European Dragon Quest 68 2017-07-19 10:05:54 Post No.1683376
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You of course, have just dealt with some angry catholics, some angry snake catholics, and also have been dealing with trying to roll back some of your son's reforms...
Meanwhile, you've been dealing with something that has just popped up.
Roll me a 1d100 anons. I'll be back from getting /fit/ in a while.
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Hi, this is my first time doing euro dragon quest
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lurk moar, and >namefagging
Get out you fucking normie scum.Just memeing, also back from the gym and /comfy/
While you've been trying to deal with the Catholics, Russian Politics have been going on...
Two new parties have opened up, and a major event has undergone...
Pyotr Wrangel, the leader of the White Exiles of Russia, has returned to his homeland, and has personally done a meeting and has hailed you as a "True hero of Russia" for freeing it from Communist hands. Wrangel during his speech, advocated for reduced socialism, more political moderation, and a day of celebration for throwing off the chains of communism...
Your PR in Russia has heavily increased among the right-wing.
Soon inspired by his message, the Kadet party has formed, which advocates for a mixed constitutional government of elected officials, and a ceremonial Tzar. It's been rather successful among both the right and the left, and is beginning to steal the spotlight among the Monarchists, Menshiviks, and the Bolsheviks. It is led by Pavel Milyukov.
The other party however, is the Partiya Obnovleniya, which is the "Party of Renewal" which exposes socialist views, and unlike the other parties, advocate for a "Vohzd" rather then a Tzar, a Chairman, or a president. They are extremely militiarized, fiercely nationalistic, and desire for Russian independence and sovergnity again. They seem to be extremely popular among the left AND the right too, for having both socialist policies and nationalistic ones. It seems to be led by a somewhat well-known socialist , known as Boris Savinkov, who displays extreme anger towards Sweden for conquering Russia and stealing it's lands. It's a popular movement, and is unlikely to lose traction.
Popularity.
Party of Renewal: (40% of the vote.)
The Kadets (20% of the vote)
Monarchists: (10% of the vote)
Menshiviks/Bolsheviks: (30% of the vote)
Strong nationalistic anger in Russia towards being occupied by the Swedish is brewing, though with a bit of a begruding respect for the Swedish from the middle and upper class for freeing them from communism... Though the nationalists and the lower class despise you still.
Do anons want to interrupt the Elections?
>Stop the Party of Renewel from participating in the elections.
>Stop the Kadets.
>Prevent the Elections...
>Write-in
Also anons, I'm going to nerf Liz's assets a bit. Important figures can resist them or at least have less of an effect from her using them.
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Also, you can just continue on if you want, but I highly recommend not letting the Renewal party take power.
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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.
After a small argument with Ms. Brown you found out more about her the next day. In The Rift you took the fight to the mountain Shadows by sneaking into the village and fighting their Chief. After stealing the jeweled dagger and catching the Shadow's main attack the others finished it off, but not before it brought the roof down.
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"We have to get to camp, Shadows will be after us," you say as Zoey helps you get out.
Martin and Ms. Brown help Zoey and you climb over rubble, the building collapsing entirely right after you get out. Martin speaks up as Zoey gets your arm off her shoulder, "Are you good to walk?"
Before you can say anything, Atticus appears behind you. He opens his book and you are bathed in a green light. Your sides are still sore, but there is a surge of energy in your body. You look up from the ground to Martin, "No, but I can run."
Ms. Brown starts to run down an alley between huts, "We should hurry then, stay together."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJ0xBCwkg3E
As you reach the edge of village a few Shadows start to give chase. Zoey, who has taken the lead, turns back to everyone, "Do we have a plan for this?"
Ms. Brown points to a tree next to her as she runs, "Sacagawea, burn it away!"
Her Persona appears with a stone hand engulfed in flame. Sacagawea runs her claws across the trunk, the entire tree lighting up in flames. The fire quickly spreads to others trees as you continue to camp. You hear a loud crash behind you as burning trees begin to fall. Once the Shadows are finally out of view Martin raises his voice, "Weren't we suppose to discuss plans?"
"There wasn't enough time. Now keep moving," Ms. Brown replies as she smacks down a large branch with her walking stick.
Martin is the first to run out of breath from the sustained running, but with Shadows no longer chasing you are able to slow down. With a chance to think your mind drifts back to the catching of the ball attack. If you were just a little too slow things would have gone much worse, you held out. Your GRIT has grown from Bystander to Rugged.
Eventually you reach the camp, smoke rising high into the sky behind you. Everyone is exhausted from the run, but you managed to take out the Chief Shadow.
>Time to go back and regroup tomorrow
>Inspect the jeweled dagger more
>Ask Martin what is on the map
>Thank Zoey for the save there
>Ms.Brown did good with the forest fire
>Write-In
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>>Ask Martin what is on the map
>Ms.Brown did good with the forest fire
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>>1683363
"Did good"? Was it really ok to set fire to the magic forest? I like Ms Brown and all but she's a loose cannon
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Life's a blur quest: part 1 2017-07-19 08:37:34 Post No.1683137
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You wake up on the sofa stark naked with a lingering headache. Shifting your heavy frame in the direction of the TV, you look around your dismal and cramped domicile. Light pours in through the blinds to your rear and dimly illuminates the furniture and detritus that surrounds you. It's not a pretty sight. Bottles of liquor indiscriminately litter the floor in clusters, like small fiefdoms in a poorly lit and ventilated land. Bathed in blue light from the from the TV set, the coffee table like the floor contains a number of bottles, but also cans, pill bottles, and a stack of illicit video tape cases and magazines. You strain forward to read the titles of such high brow literature and cinema like "Midgets take Manhattan", "Milfs take Manitoba", & last but not least, "Coitus ergo cum: I fuck, therefore I am". Reading this in your head exacerbates your migraine by at least tenfold.
But these weren't the most curious oddities that proliferated the room. On the wall behind the TV, a a perforated dartboard hangs from a nail, with the face of a beaming but insincere looking man with black hair, wire rim glasses and a weak chin. The hallway to the left leads to the bathroom, bedroom, & front door, with the worrying smell similar to that of fertilizer emanating from that direction. Behind you lies the kitchen and dining area, where some appetizing looking roadkill hangs from 3 metal hooks next to the spice rack. To your right, a blow up doll lies suggestively on the adjoining couch surrounded by used napkins and crusty looking women's lingerie. You're uncertain what happened last night, or the night before that, or the night before the night before last night. Life has been a disassociated blur for the last month or so, with your reviled "caprices" becoming more and more frequent. You think you are you, or more specifically, the original you, but your notion of self had become so hazy since a very young age, it was just another tangential concept.You knew you were a freak; a medical marvel that had slipped through the cracks that had slipped under the radar of doctors, law enforcement, and ordinary citizens alike through dumb luck only to live an ascetic life on the fringes of society. Feeling an errant lump in the sofa, you reach down into the furrow between the cushions. You pull out a Webley Revolver, which upon closer inspection revealed that it was loaded with a single round. It looks like one of your more melancholic personalities had tried to kill you again, or had he tried to kill himself? You began to ruminate only to be disrupted by a loud rapping on the front door. Puzzled you rise up and saunter towards the small vestibule, putting on a pair of dirt caked pants as you do so.
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You open the door to behold a young man who's about half your age, about a foot shorter in height and is in much better shape. His clothes are clearly hand-me-downs and are far too large as his brown jacket reaches down to his mid-thigh and his blue jeans sagged down , which you couldn't decide was either fashion sense or simply bad fitting. He wore a beanie and had somewhat untrustworthy facial features: a sharp nose, brown eyes, and a mendacious but nervous grin. "Uh, hey mate. Uh, Josh told me you had some "'baccy" for the thing tonight" he said whilst trying avidly to maintain eye contact. He sniffs and slightly recoils from the smell, and attempts to play it off a moment later. "Ahaha, aw mate you know what? Just some advice from one pothead to another, yeah? Try to get rid of the smell, right? The feds 'n that have sniffer dogs and, well...you know". He nervously laughs as you try to recall who the hell this kid is and who the fuck is John, for that matter. You do, however, recognize the "'baccy" request. "Uhm, mate?".
"Uh, sure", you respond. "Wait a minute!" You shut the door on him to prevent him from prying. You enter the kitchen and open the draw holding the small bag of marijuana. Dealing drugs was a trifling source of income, but a pittance is still money nonetheless. But as you check the bag's contents, a slight feeling overwhelms you. "Oh, fuck. Not now..."
>The protagonist of this story has a highly unusual and dangerous case of multiple personality disorder.
>Players may commandeer the characters mind by submitting their personality in the form of a character description and rolling a dice.
>The highest roll will have complete autonomy for the next rounds. However, someone may also commandeer by getting a lucky dice roll and submitting their own personality desc.
>I'll explain as we go, but lets start off with the first personality. Highest roller will get dibs on the protagonist's first action.
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>take the bag and pick up the gun.
>Check the peephole to make sure this fag isn't trying some shit
Also, QM, would you mind breaking up the story some? One or two sentences a line.
I know it flys in the face of traditional story writing, but it makes reading much easier, as opposed to the wall of text that's happening right now.
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>>1683232
Wew what the fuck
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The week after grandfather's funeral, a parcel and letter arrived at the doorstep.
You read the letter, rubbed your eyes, and read it again, tracing each unmistakeable word with your finger. As an inheritance it was, in a financial sense, almost nothing. But it gave you the chance for another life.
Hands trembling, you set the travel case on a table, unwrapped the twine, and carefully opened it. There, within it, were a:
dreamcatcher, necklace, and vase
[ii] scroll-map, sword, and statue
[iii] sundial, hand-scythe, and idol
That afternoon, you packed a bag, made a polite inquiry to the landlord, and spent half your meager savings on three day sea passage. You tied up your hair with a bandana, slung a knapsack of clothes over your shoulder, and carried your treasures to the pier, walking through the quiet, dimming streets of your hometown.
That evening, you saw, for the first time, that port town recede from vision, leaving behind that empty life of twenty years. Surrounded by the chatter of other voyagers, the atmosphere on the ship, combined with the impulsiveness of that day, charged you with the spark of ambition.
As a child, you possessed a fragile constitution. Under your grandmother's strict care, you spent idle seasons playing with dolls and reading serial novels. Occasionally bedridden for weeks at a time, you longed for the ambition and thrill of adventure stories.
On your first night, rocked by the gentle sway of the ship, you dreamt of your new story, a general store for travelers and heroes battling evil at the outskirts of civilization.
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>[3] sundial, hand-scythe, and idol
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After a night's rest, you spent the morning walking around the outer deck, marveling at the wide expanse of ocean beneath the cloudless sky.
Returning to the cabin, you again carefully unpacked your grandfather's items and set them upon a clean tarp on your bed. This time you'd inspect them more carefully, detailing their properties and descriptions on an empty ledger. This was, in essence, the only starting capital you would really receive.
Sundial, hand-scythe, idol.
You had come from a family of honest laborers: blacksmiths and cultivators and artisans. People, like your grandfather and parents, who had found pride in the quiet struggle of everyday life, reshaping fate with each swing of a hammer and droplet of sweat shed beneath the harvest sun.
It wasn't unheard for simple implements to be...enhanced in various ways. These tools were often passed from generation to generation, gradually acculumating a subtle power while giving a family of plain workers the kind of competitive niche needed to eke out a living.
The sundial was a disk-shaped stone about the size of a dinner plate. You examined the intricate carvings and inscriptions, feeling, through your hands, a small tug of magic.
As a child, you realized you had a singular knack for identifying some of these properties. It was more of an intuition, really, and the amount of times an average person would come across such items was quite rare, so it wasn't like you had many opportunities to practice this skill. Certain qualities of magical items usually caught your eye. You had always been especially attuned to the:
[1] beautiful, graceful, aesthetic
[2] ardent, powerful, strong
[3] mystical, subtle, illusory
After some fruitless inspection, you set the sundial by the window. Perhaps it would reveal itself in time.