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Rain pours on the concrete floor, flowing down the metallic walls and alleys of the Bazaar´s outskirts. A small child in an oversized jacket hides from the downpour, sitting on an old mattress in a tiny walkway under one of the buildings, the rain flowing into the storm drains. The lead gray sky so prevalent in the area refuses to give away the hour of the day, like every other day.

The kid in a jacket searches its pockets for a box of matches, finding it dangerously close to empty. The food stored two days ago had already run out, and the child´s stomach growled, an even more dangerous thing when one lives so close to the Bazaar of Nightmares and its temptations. The older kids, the few of them that have been in this place longer than a week, say that the prepared food from the Bazaar is worse than poison, and nobody that´s eaten it lasted more than a day before disappearing, and yet, venturing into the Bazaar to steal ingredients to make food with is the only way to obtain food in this place, other than hunting rats… The kid will have to sneak into the Bazaar soon, both for matches and food.

The kids living outside the Bazaar aren´t united by anything other than self-interest in the information others may have about the Bazaar and its dangers. A few of them join together, but most are wary of others. They have all heard the stories told by some of the rougher-looking kids, stories of betrayal, and of new customers. The Bazaar always welcomes enterprising workers, after all.

The little kid in a jacket stands up. What is its name?
>Johnny Wilson, 7 years old. Good at running, but hasn´t ran into any of the real dangers of the Bazaar, and hasn´t gotten past the very edges of it. Knows little of the dangers of the Bazaar.
>Elise Hanson, 6 years old. She´s best at staying quiet and hidden, hasn´t ventured into the Bazaar yet, eating what another kid gave her. Has heard more rumours than most new kids, and knows some information that´s not common knowledge, but hasn´t verified it.Somewhat naive

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War, War never changes.


Thread 1
>>1426411
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>>1438425
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>>1451933
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>>1469110
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>>1478346
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>>1494051
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>>1511713

You are the Courier. And in your bid to create a new America from the technological forges of BigMT you have made old enemies and new friends. In search of the miraculous Sierra Madre vending machines for their replicator technology, you spurned the advances by Elijah, adding him to a list of deadly foes to be conquered, as his own technology and might rivals yours. Returning to BigMT, another threat, closer to home, rears its ugly head. The alien spacecraft which landed directly onto BigMT was invaded by an incursion of your own robots, in a bid to capture their technology, only to be repulse by a foe crafted from your very genes. Foiled again in the pursuit of technology, you maintained your honor and moral code, refusing to sell your own people as slaves in a bid for alien technology. To that end this foe too has kidnapped a number of your companions and sabotaged your hopes to gain access to the alien technology. All is not lost however, as your insistence on righteous upstanding has inspired the Chinese Colony within the alien ship to rally entirely to your cause, bringing with them their engineering skill and their own captured alien technology to bear. For now, the Crater of BigMT is crawling with stealthed alien sniper robots, but you have succesffully enacted a plan to upgrade the X-2 Transmitter array to detect these stealthed units and bring the Crater back into your control.

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You are a man living in a world of chaos and demons. European civilization has fallen to the hands of unimaginable monsters and untold horrors, leaving the rest of the world in fear and hiding. The skies are constantly clouded in smoke and darkness, the sun can no longer be seen for longer than 6 hours a day. You are a man that escaped from Normandy to North America. You are however not an ordinary man. You are a survivor of the epidemic, a demon slayer. You were unable to prevent Europe's downfall, but you did manage to survive and escape to America. It is the year 1800 and you're living in the Carolinas, dreading the day hell finds the rest of the world. You live in a small wooden house near the church in the center of town, and are awoken to the sounds of screams and other worldly sounds no beast could possibly make. You decide you need to do something.

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Two college sluts Janey and Emily decide to go on a humanitarian mission to visit a remote desolate country to support their troops but somehow wake up one morning after a night of debauchery in a mysterious cave.

>what happens next?

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You are Captain Carya Marseille-O'Hara, and you've just been in a car accident.

Well, to be more precise you got into a running gun battle with two other cars loaded with heavily-armed shooters, crashing several times at lower speed and basically destroying your own vehicle's bodywork before careening it off an elevated highway. Then it crashed, landing in the hands of Catrina's mentally-piloted mobile suit which whisked you clear of the veritable war zone you've left in your wake.

You wipe away a little blood from your nose and stretch, testing all your limbs. A breath fills your lungs with a sharp pain, suggesting that one or two of the bullets that peppered your car found their mark and flattened against your lightweight armor vest. Other than your face there's no blood to be found, so clearly none of those shots penetrated.

“That's good at least,” you grumble, pulling a lever to lean your seat back for the ride. The engine's already off, probably dead, and until you get well clear of the area it's best to just stay put.

No wounds to worry about?

“Nothing serious,” you reply calmly. “Maybe a cracked rib or two from the rounds striking my plates.”

Sounds like you need a break.

“I've needed a break for the last five years.”

Well that's not going to happen, but at least you can relax until we get back to the pressure gate.

It takes a few minutes for the Viola to reach the pressure gate, its powerful thrusters combining with the lighter lunar gravity to let Catrina stay in the air the whole way. She sets the machine down outside the locks, and places your ruined car on a nearby concrete pad with a slight jolt.

“Alright, let's see...” you mutter, vaguely aware of the stares the scene is attracting. You unbuckle your seatbelt and try the door handle, which seems to be broken.

“The mechanism's not working,” you announce, shimmying your way out of the shattered windscreen and rolling onto the bullet-scarred hood. “There we go.”

So what should we do about the lemon?

“Take it with,” you suggest, stepping off the car's hood and into Viola's palm. “That's material evidence now.”

Speaking of evidence...
>1/2

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You are the TEMPLAR, a holy knight sent to clear the frontier of monsters and heresy!

It was a fairly uneventful night as you kept vigil over Nino. You had to admit, you were pretty impressed with her sheer magic potential, though it was pretty terrifying.

When you wake up, you notice the thin rays of the morning sun filtering through the window and onto your armor. In addition, Nino's bed was now empty, the blanket gone and instead draped around your shoulders.

Heh, pretty thoughtful for a kid.

After getting yourself cleaned up, you head over to the main hall, where as usual, you find your party eating breakfast. A simple meal of bread and sausages today, but still nutritious and flavorful enough. You notice Nino wolfing down plate after plate, a small stack of them piled up on the table next to her. No doubt a side effect of depleting her mana so quickly .

"Morning." Morgan acknowledges your presence.

You nod to her, and then look around noticing that Havel was not present.

"He went off into the city to take care of some business." Morgan explains. "Guess he's going to try to talk to the Church about the Elven bandits."

"Hah, good luck to him." Naru rolls her eyes. "Buncha uptight, Sol-fearing nerds. They probably won't even let him through the door."

"So what's the plan today?" Morgan asks you as you sit down.

>Go out and search for those Elves.
>Let's stop by the Tower to ask about Nino first.
>Stop by the Church to check on Havel.
>Other
>

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If you're coming in here thinking this is gonna be a happy little story, then let me tell you that you are wrong. Very Wrong.

This a dark story. But not just a any dark story. It is also a gruesome, harsh, and gripping story that shows the worst of humanity in the most brutal way possible.

It also a story about a vengeance, loss, terror, redemption, sacrifice, and love.

And it is also the story of a man. A young man. A young man who has been abused and tormented throughout his life that one day he snapped, and ended doing such horrific and sadistic crimes thst landed him in a mental asylum.

But it only made the young man even worse. For being isolated in a cell had only made him more insane. His wrath against humanity and the entire world and his desire kill everyone and everything only grew stronger, he began to lose him mind to the point that he longer seemed human.

Rather he has become a monster...literally.

One fateful stormy night, while being locked in a cell in the asylum, he has completely lost his mind, losing all sense of reality. And out of nowhere, It seemed as if the gates of hell have opened and unleashed a dark force upon him, possessed his soul, and has turned him into a raging, horryifying beast. And with that, his years of long sufferment were over.

The young man, as the beast he is now, has escaped the asylum (leaving some of the wardens horrifically murdered) and now roams the night, watching and terrorizing anybody on his site before killing them gruesomely, leaving people to fear their lives, wondering if they were to be killed next.

But this made the young man very happy as he was finally free from the restraints of life and continues to roam the night skies, killing as many people as he wants as a beast.

He has also made a name for himself by the many people that fear him, as well the many armed forces who are trying track him down.

He is simply called...

The Dark Watcher.

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The Fear Eater.

Time and time again that name comes up whenever two shinigami are left alone to talk and they run out of topics.
It is known by many name but this is the most known one.
Stories of it are often told amongst the shinigami for a variety of reasons, but mostly to frighten the new bloods.
And considering its infamy it's hard to imagine that the Fear Eaters legend hasn't even existed for a century.

But now with the crumbling pyramid of energy behind Kaizar Soize, the shattered blades of Captains lying around, the head of a great noble house lying on the ground with grievous injuries, a dead monster and the one responsible for all of it at gunpoint the Fear Eaters presence is unmistakable.

You are Kaizar Soize, bearer of this prestigious title and the one whose rage is filling the room even now.
As you walk up to Aaroniero, Nejibana, Asher and Muramasa you take great pleasure in the sight that unfolds before you.
Nejibana is holding the vile Zanpakuto on the ground with her trident pointed at his throat.

''If you so much as MOVE! I'll stab your brain through your eyes!''
She shouts at him.

But as much as you want to enact your vengeance upon him you have a more pressing matter at hand.
Looking at the battered and beaten Asher your heart sinks to the bottom of your gut.
He spits out some blood and looks at you with his swollen eye.
''S-sorry...''

''Don't talk.''
You speak to him.
And though you wanted to sound calming it's hard to compose yourself in such a furious state.

Once before the wounded priest you kneel down before him and extend your arm.
Soon enough the vapors surrounding you make their way to Asher.
As the mist envelops him it seeps into the deepest recesses of his body.

It was apparent from the moment the fog faded that Reverend Asher could breathe much easier at last.
Sadly this came at the cost of your very last drops of reiryoku and once the healing was completed your Resurrección shattered even though you managed to hold onto it up until now.
Feeling exhaustion overtake you in its entirety you fell on your ass at the opposite side of the tunnel with Asher right in front of you.
Both of you were exhausted and still a bit sore from everything that happened.

As your trusty sword reforms at your side Asher looks at you.
''Thanks.''

Panting you try to answer him.
''Don't mention it son... Say... How did you even get here.''

He jerks his head in Muramasas direction.
''He... he said he was looking for me.
Showed up from nowhere with a bunch of strong folk.
They roughed me up pretty well...''

''I see... Good. I want to hear the details.
I need... inspiration.''

Asher sighs.
''When I came to my senses they already strapped me to that chair.
Then I... I'm not sure what happened.
There was this old ruined church... And that brown haired twat saying something about me being strong.
That I had latent power in me that he wanted.''

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choose a time period

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Finally a new season! Let's call it Volume 4 "Young Adult" alright? well, its still age 15-20 or so. Perhaps Late Teens is better? Or "Just Married".

Yeah I think "Just Married" would be better

Anyway, let me know when you are here.

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Twitter: @The_Renexizious

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Last time on EDQ, we went to 40k, then are now trying to rescue Clevita as Claw who is now hereby less autistic.

Anyways...

You follow the trail further underground when you come across a um...

Somehow sealed metal bunker door.

It seems unmarked, but it looks like it's closed and sealed.

The blue wire seems to continue under this metal sealed door.

Actions

>Try to find a way to open it? (Write-in for ideas!)
>Try to find another way around..
>Head back.
>Cut the blue wire?
>Write-in

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You didn't used to be on top but now you are. The year is 2019, one year into the Great War and about a week after your 19th birthday. You think to yourself, clutching to your helmet:
>What will he teach me?
>When will I return to base?
>Is this a trap?
>will I make it back?
>When will OP get a set posting schedule and not be such a faggot?

You open your eyes to see you are in an old home, with an ex wizard standing in front of you.
"What would you like to learn?" He asks.
"T-time alteration for n-now."
"An excellent pick."
"First, you need to know you do not alter time. You only have the ability to perceive it at a different speed. This also slows the aging process to thirty percent. You will live beyond two hundred years if everything goes well, and at 40, for example, you will only be mentally and physically 26. First, you must take off your clothes and lay in a meditative position. Here's a Sonichu amulet to use in the process."
"I-I'm not comfortable with this."
"Oh fuck off, I'm asexual, I don't care"
You shrug and nervously get undressed, sitting on the floor. He looks away as he hands you an amulet.
"I won't need it anymore, here. Now Hold it in your left hand and close your eyes"
"O-okay now w-what?" You stutter
"Repeat after me: Oh blessings of WT Snacks..."
"O-oh blessings of WT Snacks"
"Shine your ban hammer on thy enemies"
"Shine your b-ban hammer on thy enemies"
"Please, help our cause"
"Please, help our cause"
"Channel to Christ our plea to see time as we need"
"Channel to Christ our plea to see time as we need"
"Thank you"
"thank you"
"Now crush the amulet in your hand"
You feel the crayola wax smash and crumble in your hand, when you feel an odd sensation. You are lifted off the ground and a sparkle in green and tan swirls around you. Your bandage ignites on your arm, causing no pain, but doing the exact opposite. Your wound heals back up without a scratch, along with your still slightly sore leg and arm. You drop to the floor, noting that the room temperature is now your body temperature and everything is frozen in place. You walk outside, observing the grass and bare trees stuck in the movement of the harsh winds. You touch a raindrop, only for it to ripple in place. The ice yields even more interesting results, behaving almost like memory foam when you step on it. Other interesting features are the branches of even the smallest trees can support your weight. After about ten minutes of drawing a square mustache on your friend and swimming through the rain, you walk back outside to try to climb the hill.

This is not a smut Quest you are looking for.

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This here is a thread for all Star vs The Forces of evil Faggots


>LAST TIME ON ANON vs THE UNIVERSE

>You were Anon
>14 years old and makin' it werk mm gurl
>You felt like the king of the world
>Because you had just got a new power to add your quickly growing arsenal
>MASSACRE WAVE
>A frickin' Lazer beam that comes out of your frickin' hand
>Aw
>Aw geeze, Frick
>You then sold off your biggest kill, a 8000 Kilo Swamp Monster to some alien Bug dudes
>They were pretty chill
>Didn't even want to fuck your mom and gave you two suits of armor
>Sick
>You trolled your current nemesis
>Star Butterfly
>With Narwhal Gore
>Funny thing about soaring into the sun
>You eventually get a lesson on Hubris
>The Sun you went for?
>Simultaneously trolling one grill while asking out another
>Your own gf of 24 hours
>Jackie Lynn Thomas
>Multi-track pimpin', my dudes
>If only...
>If ONLY hadn't have sent the text meant to rouse the rustle-bus from Star...to Jackie
>Because you've basically just told your girlfriend that your former best friend (who is a dude) looks amazing in a mini-skit
>It's true but
>You were not ready for exploring those kinds of emotions until WELL after HighSchool
>She hasn't said anything yet...

WHAT-A DO MY BAMBINO!?

>Wait for her to respond
>Explain yourself
>Close your phone and try to forget you were ever born and that you have Ragu Sauce for blood


CHARACTER SHEET AND INVENTORY

https://pastebin.com/UHYYajzX

ALLIES

vhttps://pastebin.com/S9d55G4N

CURRENT ACTIVE QUESTS
>Find the Shway
-Ask Jackie out for a chill time, you cool guy

>EYES OF THE SKULL LORD
-Retrieve an ancient treasure from an unknown dimension

>Whoops, Felt something
-Deal with the fact you have a date with a different girl (Sabrina) tomorrow despite having a gf

CHOOSE!

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Part one here: >>1514943

(This game has no rolling and is 100% roleplaying. the stats exist so I know how the world is affected by you and vice-versa [aka even if you don't roll, if you got low luck you got a shit life])

Quick Recap: Every year vault 1 ends it's graduating class out into the wasteland for a 11 month journey of self-discovery. As to be expected some don't come back, they either die or stay out there. But for the past 5 years nobody had come back at all. This year you and four others where being sent out into the wasteland when the overseer of your vault pulled you over and told you that she wanted you to find out what was going on, she didn't tell anyone else this.
over the course of a few weeks you and the group met a group of people trying to bring order to the wasteland known as the enclave, they said they'd pay you if you tell over "pure humans" about them and ask them to join the enclave. You also found four cities, two of wich had other vault dwellers in them. Sadly you weren't able to find anything useful from them. You also found out about another group known as the Crusaders. While in a town known as outland, you are talking to one of these groups of vault dwellers when you let out that the overseer had given you a quest. Rick finds out about this and gets mad at you, infact he flips shit and shoots you before running out. With your low endurance, you would have died from that shot to the chest, if not for your party taking you to a nearby vault where one of the residents patched you up and gave you a prostetic heart. Just as you're coming to your senses a group of crusaders attack the vault, witch you learn is full of mutants, before being taken down by one, unidentified soldire. You then had a conversation to make sure the rest of your party members where okay with continuing this quest, and they all agreed.

Who you're playing: as a group, you are controlling magnus, an 18 year old vault dweller. You seem to resemble a text book psycopath, being inteligent and perceptive (usually), and not caring about others other than what they can serve you, with a few exceptions. Your current goals are 1.) Find out where all the missing vault dwellers are going, and 2.) Find and get revenge on that son of a bitch Rick who shot you.

You are currently in the house of Tuti, the nice mutant lady who patched you up.

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Welcome to the powder keg of Europe also known as the backwater shithole and European Middle-East where wars are the main source of fun.