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Ok, I'm gonna start this from the beginning because I most likely made my last attempt go to hell.

"Oy! Lukas! Wake up! You've got a long two weeks ahead of you! Get up!" Your mother yells from the kitchen. It really is gonna be a long 14 days, considering how you're being exiled at the age of 20. Now you shouldn't panic, considering how your peers are assigned to join you in this fate as a rite of passage rather than punishment.

You start off the early morning by checking your rucksack. Your starting inventory consists of some food, 3 days worth of water, some scrap and basic tools, a trusty rusty knife and some rope.

You finish up breakfast quick, greet your elders, and set out when a hand resting on your shoulder interrupts your endeavor.

"Where do you think you're going?"

You turn around to see the Overseer, the leader of this great clan.

"I was just heading out to-" you say as you defend your actions.

"You're not going anywhere until you've met up with your friends. You don't wanna leave a bad last impression now, do you?" He replies.

He is kinda right. This is usually the last time most people ever see their friends. The desert ruins out there hold many secrets and horrors. Shelter amongst your clan mates in strongholds such as these is the only life most of you have known. A tradition like this was put in place to weed out the useless and undeserving.

"Hey, Scraphound! Get over here!" A voice yells from the crowd. You rush over there to be greeted by Natalie, your childhood friend who still remembers your old nickname, Drake, your shooting practice buddy, Kylie, the popular girl whom you managed to befriend somehow, and Jeff, that guy who can find the most interesting things in the strangest of places. You where known for being a prodigy pupil when it came to repairing "Pre-Fall" tech and occasionally slapping scrap together to make toys when you were younger.

After some catching up and socializing, it was time for everyone to be on their merry way into the dried up remains of the coast. Some of your clan mates have spread rumor of a town nearby in the south for "temporary adventurers" such as yourself, but you've also heard stories from an elder about something interesting up north. You honestly can remember the finer details about either option, but you know you need to choose. Where do you go?

>South (Stick with friends)
>North (Loner for now)

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You were an ordinary teenager until you, four other kids from your school, and a chunk of the school itself were transported to an unknown wilderness. Surrounded by shadowed forest, with a vast planet looming overhead in the sky, you and the others put aside your fears long enough to agree to band together to survive and explore. Taking what supplies you could carry, you started north, to the rocky hills and high mountains, hoping to find some sign of civilization.

Our hero Vanessa is a sensitive, artistic girl, perhaps ill-suited for a survival situation. But you have tried to help out where you can, and keep the spirits of your companions high.

Together, you begin this strange journey. All five of you will be tested by this world. By its secrets. And by each other.

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You seem to have gotten yourself in..quite the predicament. Like an unwanted puppy, your creator has tossed you out.

Your creator did not give you a name. You don't know what your original purpose is, but right now you should probably look for a new owner. Lost robots don't survive very long in the city.

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What is your name, young tactician?

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[synthesizers and horns]

Previously, on Adams and Eve...

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"Glennwood University is more than your typical American college: a history of prestigious alumni spanning 60 years, professors from all walks of life who take great interest in their students' success, and a 91.5% hire rate after graduation.

GU graduates learn hands-on experience that are vital to being competitive in the modern job market. We'll make sure you're a Major player in your career!

Competitive, premium scholarships awarding an industry high of $5000 are available for all students! We at GU believe in a debt free college experience.

The students' safety is GU's top priority, and we have been ranked in the top 10 safest campuses in the state!

We take pride in providing a complete education and plenty of safe life experiences. Our graduate approval ratings are 3rd in the state!

Apply online today to begin your GU-life today!"

You flip the brochure around.

"GU is home to 5 championship winning teams! With one of the most prestigious records in the country, GU is the number one supporter of student athletes in the country!"

The rest of the page is filled a list of sport team names and years.

You turn the tan brochure over in your hands, making sure to avoid looking at the thin pink borders - the midday sun reflects off them with a blinding intensity.

Tall, glass-paned buildings stand alongside squat, rustic brick ones, separated by primly cut lawns peppered with ancient trees. Smaller trees line the sidewalks at exact intervals. At the foot of each tree is a circle of bushes (or a half circle if it is directly against the sidewalk).

Not a single plant has leaves hanging from its branches. The bright sun does nothing to stop the biting winter chill from blowing. Further down the sidewalk it opens into a plaza where an ornate fountain lies dormant. Every step along the way is spotless, not even the errant leaf in view.

You look up at a sign, one of many you have come across:

"Welcome to Glennwood Univeristy!
Where Life Becomes an Experience!"

> Whose life is becoming an experience today?

> [] You are Brianna la Croix, and you're adrift
> [] You are River Bellman, and you're seeking
> [] You are Amy Hawke, and you're escaping
> [] You are Nathan Bookchild, and you're alone

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So im a newfag here and i would like to understand some things.
1. Is this a roleplay community or a story driven by the people who participate in it?
2. How does it work? Are there any rules for a "format" of each thread?
3. If a thread reaches its limit, how does one person proceed with the story afterwards?

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

3 vampire hunters 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're two minions given the mission to stop these hunters.

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.


Currently the Hunters is loitering around the second floor, looking for vampires to kill in order to grind for EXP. While the vampire characters are up in the clocktower waiting for the hunters to ambush them.

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

https://twitter.com/notapaladin

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‘There is no such thing as paranoia. Your worst fears can come true at any moment.’ Once returning to your… new home at the church, you decided to try and calm some of your nerves with some more sleep. It was probably a mistake knowing your track record, but you were tired from not only your almost non-existent sleep schedule but your more recent experiences. Killing some strange… plant… thing that ate people left you with many disturbing thoughts. What other monsters were more pronounced in their consumption of human energies? How many were probably even more dangerous than the one you just faced?

The sun shone brightly, no longer in the windows sight, but obviously the area outside the church to where you could easily see outside. It was probably the early afternoon. You feel as though you had enough sleep, and trek your way back into the main hall of the church.

Was today Sunday? There were few people milling about like the end of a service had happened a bit ago. Sure the place wasn’t packed but few people seemed to remain. Some young, some old, some chattering gossip you didn’t even bother to try and pick up, some held their head down in prayer in the pews.

You notice the priest, you probably should learn his name at some point, you are not particularly religious and it is getting a bit awkward to just call him Father at the time, finishing a chat with another.

>Go talk to the priest
>Talk to someone in the pews
>Talk to someone chatting
>Write in

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

Discord: https://discord.gg/GQMr35k

Character Sheet: https://pastebin.com/G48KCHjz

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: >>1477237


The sun has started to set by the time you arrive at Cathedral Park, your back still aching from earlier in the day. Normally, the park would be filled with families, elderly gentlemen, and horny teenage couples slipping off to "look for flowers" in the more secluded groves. Tonight, however, there aren't many people about, and those that are seem to be clinging to the path and the light: you can taste the fear drifting through the air like the scent of wine.
It looks like a line of police tape's been set up by one of the great bridge struts that give the park it's name. That must be where the poor kid bit it.

>Look around the rest of the park for clues.

>Try and talk to the police.

>Try and slip by the police line and look at the crime scene.

>Write-In

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Whats up my favorite bunch of sadistic murder-aliens. CursedQm is back and ready to party. Last time we started asserting our control over Echo station and eliminated not 1 but 2 Android kill teams and took control over Delta deck and a large portion of Main deck. We may have some company soon however.

Google doc-
https://docs.google.com/document/d/183VLgKW-e1pft0lL_S6moVp4gqhfJAb7CA--3YRNw1M/edit?usp=drivesdk

Archive- http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=CursedQm

Twitter-https://twitter.com/CursedQm?s=09

>>1480477 last thread!

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The Raiders – Part 18

Player's Choice:
Akko gains one Mythic Tier.
or
Akko gains one level of Magus.
Chosen: GM's thematic choice

Three things have become extremely obvious to you.

The first is the secret of the Silver Swords. It perhaps should have been obvious right from the beginning, but in all honesty you are looking at things from a perspective far beyond the norm. You suspect there aren't even spellcasters who have this level of awareness, and fewer still magi and knights who have invested their time and efforts in the studies you pursue so avidly. It's the blood of course. Not merely githyanki – or githzerai – blood, nor merely dragon's blood. It's the reaction of the mingled blood, specifically that of the githyanki and the dragons they collude with. Githyanki blood is highly reactive all on its own, but when mingled with the incandescent, volatile blood of a solar dragon it fuels a self-sustaining electrochemical reaction. When combined with the delicate alloys of silver, mithril, void-glass, and then infused with quartz crystals, the silver and mithril contain and channel the energetic power of the mingled blood through the psychically active void-glass and the infusion of quartz to create an artificial life-force that can affect the Astral Fundament - and assault the silver cord, normally immaterial to most anything save the deadliest of mental forces.

Githzerai, lacking the compact of dragons, have to make do with an equally volatile, but less predictable resource: the substances of the cerulean void of Limbo itself. An anarch could undoubtedly use their control over the substances of the plane to create something as volatile and potent as dragon's blood, but the more potent materials used to make True Silver Swords would probably react in more violent, destructive ways in that plane. Hence why they cannot make the True silver Swords. You have sincere doubts about dragon's blood being stable for very long in Limbo, and anything as powerful as a dragon would be utterly unpredictable and untrustworthy there.

A True Silver Sword would undoubtedly use deep crystal and bloodstone rather than void-glass and quartz, making it that much more deadly and most likely self aware on a higher level than even most intelligent weapons and tools....similar to Siobhan. Most likely she merely lacks the bloodstone or the deep crystal. That can be fixed.

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Previous: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1508656/
Char sheet: https://pastebin.com/zh3cZW7G
Twitter: https://twitter.com/TheHeadMasterTG
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I sigh, relaxing at the end of one of the many water logged docks, trying my best to ignore the terrible odor of rotting fish that seems to be permanently stuck to the air down here. It makes my head feel light, and the rest of me feel sick.

"Its amazing how many different monsters can live alongside people and eachother" Pink holiday says softly as she suddenly appears in besides me on one of the pillars keeping the dock from falling into the sea, reminding me last night wasn't just a crazed dream "There aren't any problems with this....arrangement?"

"Oh, there are, but to be fair there's problems when its just humans right?" I ask turning to her as she frowns and nods

"I guess I just thought things would be more complicated than they were" She says, almost sounding disappointed as I shrug

"Well I wouldn't know if they are" I say smiling widely as her pink eyes light up and her coat unfurls as she turns bright pink again "I'm almost as new to this as you are, I'm just used to it all ready"

"That is true, but still you'd expect them to be arguing and fighting over everything, like who leads the country" She says, lifting her hat up as she sits next to me "Also, you know there's a school for people like you? Took me awhile to find it...and it isn't a proper one but"

"That's because a family of vampires rules Brausrburge, and no one wants to cause them any trouble" I repeat what I heard when I first got to the city not too long ago, standing up, keeping my eye on the waves just in case "And what do you mean by that? don't tell me people running off from the farms is that common"

"WHAT?!" Holiday yells as I frown "what do you mean vampires rule, do they take their taxes in blood or servants or something else like that and...er no, I meant that its sort of just a place for people who've never been in society before to learn the common sense of it and the basics more or less"

"....Don't think so, their aren't many of them, just a family that kept us safe when monsters came back, least that's what I was told when I got here" I say shrugging as I stop on the edge where the dock and street meet "Not really sure what taxes are either, but....I haven't seen anything like that"

"Still, that's really disturbing" She sighs, slumping forward as she floats on the air like a dream "Guess I should've kept my mouth shut, don't think I'm going to get much sleep now"

"You sleep?" I ask, glancing at her as she turns away from me "And I'm guessing you're going to try to drag me off to that school of yours now?"

cont

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The glowing metropolis of the surface of Path glows through the clouds; Rays of needle thin lights peirce the atmosphere where the tops of vast arcologies puncture the mist. Warships still flock into the skies as shipyards assemble new vessels from stored modules and pre-fabricated hull spines as shuttles carry swarms of cargo and fresh crew into the new formations as they begin to depart the system. The city rumbles with distant thunder as the gravity drives of departing Union ships rip through the air, creating orbs of vibrant oblivion like halos over the floating sky scrapers as cruisers drift into the air surrounded by escorts of frigates and corvette point defense screens. The city seems almost empty, the stillness a stark contrast to the usual chaos of the megacity. Tanks sit idle humming on street corners as pilots peek out from the armored shells with a mixture of boredom and apprehension as hundred meter tall holograms dance along the skyline selling various products and merchandice.

Beneath the city streets, where the rain trickles down in a constantly flowing artificial river of oil slick mud, your hive grows. Flesh seeps out across the walls and conduits as your hive's egg sac expands, and flies swarm through the air. They have spread far and wide across the city, infesting its unseen expanse with your eyes and ears. Bellow the vast towers and megaplexes, in the vast canals and flood systems of the underground, a black ooze flows slowly from the ceiling of a rain runoff reservoir. A near unidentifiable body hangs from the sludge, slowly being pulled in as its simmers with caustic chemicals as its skeletal remains are engulfed. A mound of flesh slowly builds along the patch of growing black ooze, and a dripping vine of sludge lashes out, and your fly is gone.

Welcome back to Hive Queen Quest!

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Rolled 7, 40, 74, 58, 25, 67 = 271 (6d100)

The Fall was a long time coming, and when it happened only a few were caught totally unaware. Its ferocity, however, could not have been predicted. Civilizations that had stood for ages were wiped from the face of the earth in a matter of days, and the ground itself suffered wounds from the great powers unleashed upon it. But no one around now knows exactly how or why it happened, and the few that could tell the tale prefer not to. The Old World is gone, though its traces remain. The New World is a shattered husk of its old self where mutants, bandits, and monsters teem in the ruins of cities.

There are also those who seek to rebuild. Remnants of the Old World who sheltered the storm in underground bunkers, or descendants of average people who somehow avoided the horrors of the apocalypse.

Which will you be?