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Hello and welcome /qst/
you are Dr.Tatsuya called in to the town of Belle-ford as your medicine stocks have run low and your supply runner hasn't been seen for over a month.
as you arrive your phone loses all signals
and you hope that this will be a short visit

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Storm trooper quest
You are a soldier in the imperial army of the galactic empire. You are only a trooper, and at the will of the commanding officer in your squad, Levi. You are stationed on a recently discovered planet, protecting a small and yet to be developed town in the outer rim. You are part of a small squadron of 5 troopers, in an imperial garrison consisting of 2 tie fighters and pilots, a second squad of storm troopers, and an imperial officer.

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You're pulled from consciousness from a sharp and throbbing pain in your side, the smell of copper, and a kink in your neck from taking a bathtub nap.

Upon opening your eyes you're greeted with your bathrooms very own blinding, unshaded, lamp; perched on the edge of the sink counter.

The door lays slightly ajar.

System;

Condition - Nausea. Player loses one health per two turns exposed to something nauseating

- 9/20 Health
- 16/16 stamina

-Every five turns you regain one health
-You regain two stamina for every hour of sleep
- x+1 stamina is lost when you try to do two things in one turn. (Helpful in time-sensitive situations, every turn is five minutes).

> Gender
> Age
> Name
> temper(moody, cheerful, whatever the fuck)
> One developed skill (can be arbitrary, can be self-insert for drawfags)

(Extra players can take npc places )

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Greetings, to all those who have come before, and all those who come now. This is the Bureau, and we welcome you. Currently we have some coffee and pastries, and are just waiting for a situation to be resolved. Please, have a seat.

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Character sheets for Alexander and Pyraph: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1WQGRgpc-zFooYJdpJASlkyWbsV3QcagS_MTcPXcgM5o/edit?usp=drivesdk

Previous threads
Thread 2: >>1547585
Thread 3: >>1580177

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OH SHIT NIGGER(s) it's an adventure about killing vampires n shit.

3 vampire hunters, 1 little girl and a robutt, is going to infiltrate a vampire castle to kill the head vampire there for casting a spell than kept the world at perpetual night time.

While on the Vampires' side there's Bob the Vampbeast given the mission to stop these hunters.

The hunters have just killed the first boss: Mark the Elder Vampire, Bob's master, and now they're deciding where to go next.

Each character needs at least 1 player to be the voices in their head to tell them what to do n' shit.

Just name yourself something with the highlighted title under the character to identify which team you're going with. Example: Regular Hunter Faggot -> Controls Oswell the regular Hunter

Need at least 1 player for each dude, DOESN'T mean each character is limited to 1 player.

The more players each character has, the more rerolls that team gets.

Previous threads:
http://pastebin.com/sR3G3F2A
https://www.mediafire.com/folder/ici3zlnn9ytyy/ADVENTURES

https://twitter.com/notapaladin

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The last thing you remember is looking at the reflection of the city's light on the river as the car advanced lazily on the bridge towards the city. But now? It's obvious you're not in the car anymore.

You seem to have awakened on what appears to be a very small hospital room. Nothing expensive either, a chair and a door are the only things inside other than the bed you're lying on, your wrists and ankles have been tied to the bed with heavy duty manacles, the kind you've only seen in movies about villainous parahumans being brought to justice. This isn't you though, you're pretty sure of it. You're a normal person, right? You're pretty sure it's true. Your head's foggy right now, but you don't seem to recall having powers before, even if you've certainly daydreamed about that! You struggle with the bindings a bit, the metal chain the manacles are connected to clacking and scraping against the sides of your bed, making a loud noise that's sure to draw a lot of attention.

Before you can even react, you hear a rush of footsteps right outside the door and then loud, hushed whispering. The door opens and in walks a nurse and a doctor who immediately start checking your vitals and the numerous machines you're hooked up to. But with them come two other persons, a blonde woman dressed in an outfit that screams lawyer or cop, a full three piece suit that manages to be flattering to her image without being indecent and her long hair tied up in a bun behind her head, she's tapping at the screen of a tablet on her right hand. She stops to look up, gives you a polite smile followed by a nod and promptly goes back to taping.

A few paces behind her is a massive man. You would've penned him for an athlete, with his bulging biceps and 6'7" height, but the skintight white costume he's wearing and the way his eyes seem to be burning with a bright white light from the inside of his head are enough to reveal he's not a random athlete who's lost his way. He's a Parahuman too; a superhero, you remember him as you had a few figurines of him when you were a child.

"Hello there." Speaks the blond woman, her voice is surprisingly deeper than expected. Coarse too. Probably a smoker, or maybe she has been smoking non stop. "We're very sorry for the..." Her eyes move down towards your restraints. "Current situation. I'm sure you're scared and confused, these are just safety measures. Just like Luminus' presence." She explains, stretching a hand towards the superhero.

He gives a curt nod.

"So, do you remember anything about today's... incident?"

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You are Bertha Von Screwletter and right now you have a problem.

Well that's a tad misleading sorry. You are not facing a problem right now you are, that implies a problem. You have one in that you are holding it.

That problem is Headliner, presumed (And false) motherland sniper. Shes wearing a uniform you know factually she never served in and you are demonstrating the problems behind doing so. In fact right now you are demostrating how a real sniper would understand to keep her head down by using her skull to block Mercenary 911's right hook.

Which itself is a lesson for that girl that maybe its not a great idea to spray and pray in a battliefield around assets.

You are a good teacher, a better person and the best general.

You kick Headliner into Mercenary, knocking the two to the floor as you duck Major Minors elbow, the lady disengaging before you can counter.

You sort of get how Lady is a fan favorite, besides her obvious pizzazz and cuteness. There is a clear large gap of skill for two reasons.

One they are clearly less practiced, confident (Oh wait that's your fault oopsies (ᗒᏬᗕ) ) or even as fit or tall.

Second, a group not used to fighting together is worse together then separate, that's why most fights use tagouts.

These idiots were going to go nowhere if you weren't going to help them.

Your a angel, you swear. ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*

Heat 2
>Keep hurting the two on the floor 1d6
>Focus on dealing with major minor 1d8
>Wait for them to attack then ruin it 1dx

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Some resources: https://mega.nz/#F!rFIDxRRK!IEzkLlroRoPwmDqtxKRMsw

Discord: https://discord.gg/GQMr35k

Character Sheet: https://pastebin.com/EcuPAVps

Dice system: rolls are all d10's. 8, 9, and 10 are successes. Unless stated otherwise on the sheet, 10's and only 10's explode into additional dice (this is called 10-again). Willpower is spent to increase a roll by 3 dice.

Previous thread: >>1589068

Now:
You jerk awake in the middle of a parking lot. It's pitch-dark all around, except for a street lamp above you. Real foggy, too. Now... the last thing you remember...

Then:
"How much longer am I gonna have to stand like this?" You ask Suit. He's got you in the middle of a big, snarled-up bunch of chalk circles with symbols all around it while three dudes in robes mumble something out of a book.

"A few more minutes, Mr. Freedman. This is a complicated spell to cast." You see a couple of small rocks skitter around the outer edge of the chalk, like they were being kicked along by some invisible guy.

"This ain't going to melt my brains out my ears or something, is it? My head ain't gonna spin around and puke everywhere?"

That gets Suit to smile one of his razor-thin, blink-and-you'll-miss-it grins. "No, Mr. Freedman. It will just exonerate you from your half of the arrangement you struck; and for the record, do avoid that sort of thing if you can. Your country needs you angry. Now, I have one more assignment for you and your unit, before you can go home. It should be... quite fast..."

Now:
And that's it. Fade to goddamn black. Spell must have worked though, because you feel like hitting something.

>(Wrath) Walk over to the street lamp and punch it

>Strike out in a random direction through the fog

>Write-In

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+Intro+
In the grim darkness of the 41st millennium there is only war. Imperium of Man, once strong and proud, now is slowly crumbling, whole regions of space are lost to the horrors that lurk in the darkness of the void. Sector Deus is just one of the thousands of Imperial provinces that form the front line in the war to defend Humanity itself. Corruption from within and aggression from without threaten it. But the Emperor sends us hope. High Lords of Terra commissioned a Chapter of Adeptus Astartes, finest warriors Humanity has ever seen, to defend this region of space. They are the last line of defence that hold Age of Ruin at bay. They are the Ghosts of Retribution and this is their tale.

+Briefing+

Chapter Chronicles and starting point for the novice initiates:
http://chapterquest.wikia.com/wiki/Chapter_Quest_Wiki

Datalogs from the previous thread:
>>1540830

Battle voxcaster frequency, all allies are welcome to join:
https://client02.chat.mibbit.com/?channel=%23RisingSons&server=irc.Rizon.net


+Serenity that surrounds you is just an eye of the storm.+

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Welcome to Paper Mario Quest!

This is a quest that takes place within the universe of Paper Mario, specifically the first two games, in a period of relative peace. You're not Mario, but if you play your cards right, you might end up as famous as the brothers. Collect the seven macguffins, hone your skills as the best at something, or just do sidequests all day - the choice is yours.

At the end of every update, I'll give you a few options to vote on, with a rough 10-20 minute period to vote. Most times you can write in your own options, but I'll veto it if it won't work or if it's too outlandish. Rolls, when asked for, will be done on a d20. You have three chances to succeed, one roll per person. Rolls are made after the voting period. Good luck and have fun!

Current Chapter: Chapter 1 ~ No Bean, No Cry

Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Paper%20Mario
Thread #3: https://yuki.la/qst/940993

Boobert and partners' Stats: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Kjfd38kQIrUZV76bajom_4PXE7Sc-S8GMdbiT1Nky9Q/edit

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Last Thread: http://boards.4chan.org/qst/thread/1587584#bottom
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

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Last time on EDQ, I died since shit happened and I got lazy. However, I've come back with new knowledge and new ideas.

You currently are spying on your son, who's walking and talking with a servant.

"...Of course, the Empress herself ordered it,"

"Ordered what?"

"Well... Many things. The translated biography of Pyotr Nikolayevich Wrangel, along with a biography about Baron Roman von Ungern-Sternberg... Not to mention copies of Ilya Repin's work... Oh, and also a meeting with Cyril, Grand Duke of Russia..."

"...Why's she so interested with this Russian stuff?"

"How am I supposed to know? She apparently finds it fascinating."

"Oh."

"Not to mention she's distantly related to them, so of course she has an interest with them."

"She's related to... Who?"

"...She's related to the Romanov's. You know, how royal families prefer to marry each other?"

"Huh."

"If I remember, her father was a cousin to Nicholas the Second."

Interesting...
You've discovered Liz seems to enjoy Russian monarchist things! She's also apparently related to the Romanov's (and could in theory push a claim on them!)

"So um... Isn't the Empress also related to the Germans?"

"Yeah. She's actually if I remember, very close to them. She's too embarrased to talk about it at all though."

"Huh."

They continue on. Eventually they split up, and Mikhal gets in a truck...

What do you want to do?

>Follow in a car!
>Try to climb onto his truck?
>...Shift to your dragon form and follow from above? (Can choose a different size besides 200 stories!)
>Write-in

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Today is the 23rd of March in the year of 2013.

It's a warm 71 degrees Fahrenheit in the small

rust belt town of Tapenskii, Illinois a few miles from Chicago.

A young Lady sit alone on an old bench hidden

behind her school smoking her cigarette.

She never quite took to being around other people,

she has a particular dislike for the jeering nickname

she was cursed with an early age... Jojo.

She does not know it but she if fated to be the protector of Justice.

A fate chosen by a her Blood.

>What's her name?

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You awaken...

You look down, and then up, and then around. Your skin is claimed by an unearthly pallor, shining like a slug's trailings, a mop of greasy, stringy hair splayed about around your head. Your body is in an immense amount of pain, and your memories fail you, but after several minutes you stir up enough resolve within you to ignore the pain, stand up, and look around.

You are dressed in a simple rag of a loincloth, providing you with some modesty, although you can tell from the sensation that you are very male. Your skin is bluish-green and the smell of embalming fluid surrounds you. Despite your corpse-like countenance, you retain perfect usage of all of your senses. Your nails are just slightly longer than the tips of your fingers, undersides choked with dirt and blood, and your feet are in a similar condition.

A small puddle lies in the corner of the chamber you awoke inside, with a steady drip from the ceiling causing it to slowly and unceremoniously expand. You look at yourself with as much light as you can muster through minuscule cracks in the walls and ceiling - your expression is gaunt and your hair is as thin as it feels, bleached white as if laid out in the sun for months. The floor is constructed of hard stone slabs, irregular, with hardened mortar sealing in the cracks. Your ears and eyes adjust to the room, which looks to be a cell in a prison, or dungeon of some sort. The cell door is wide open and bent outward slightly as if it was pried out, rather than opened normally, and a corpse in leather armor clutches a rusted, chipped blade to their chest.

>What do you do?

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The Seven Kingdoms of Westeros: a land of knights and nobles, bandits and brigands, and everything in between.

298 years after the legendary dragon rider Aegon Targaryen united 7 petty kingdoms into one vast realm, a Baratheon now sits upon the Iron Throne. King Robert Baratheon, usurper to some and a hero to others, has allowed his realm to wither away due to his negligence. Where once the royal coffers overflowed with coin, constant feasts and tourneys have drained what the Mad King amassed and left the Crown in debt to the Lannisters and the Iron Bank. Alas, the King is content to hunt and whore his way to an early grave.

But the Game of Thrones rewards ambition and punishes indolence; countless plots are brewing in the realm, and soon this time of strained peace shall shift into a maelstrom of war and deceit. Countless stories will unfold in the next few years. Some will end in triumph while most will lead to tragedy. Because when you play the Game of Thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground.

One young man stands upon the edge of adventure and danger, riches and ruin: you. What is your story?

>I am a proud scion of a Great House, the ruling class of Westeros and its various regions.

>My House holds lordship over a petty fiefdom, sworn to a greater House.

>With no claims or titles in my family, I remain a member of the undervalued smallfolk.