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You are Petunia, and you must get to work
Tell yourself what to do
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Ride your velociraptor to work
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So let's begin, all the information is in this note. (Be sure toask me any questions if you are unsure about something and have fun!)
Note: https://pastebin.com/umj1yPRB
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ghoul
dice+1d6
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I think you rolled the dice the wrong way, also do you want me to pick your specialization or wil you do it?
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Rolled 1 (1d6)
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Slime, Anya, female (if a slime could be said to have a sex), Aquarium (inside is hospitable to aquatic life, can form symbiotic relationships with flora/fauna living within)
Merc Command (ID: !3QUDPTn2Js)
Frontier Knight Quest 5 2017-05-07 02:03:36 Post No.1434941
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You are the TEMPLAR, a holy knight sent to clear the frontier of monsters and heresy!
Currently, you have just slain a larger than average basilisk that had been terrorizing some nearby farms, and you've taken all the proof of the kill you needed in the form of its claws, scales, teeth, and eyes. Especially the eyes. Naru had been very particular about them since they were the most valuable part of the creature.
However, you also had a little run in with the Paladins of Sol, something of a rival knight order to the Black Templars, despite having a common origin and purpose. One of their number, by the name of Solaire, was apparently on the run from them, or something.
Either way, now was what to decide what to do. You could always travel back to Eisenwand to turn in the bounty, but you could equally travel further out into the Frontier and turn it in at one of the Guild branch offices. You had heard that there were more... "exotic" quests out there that hadn't had time to trickle back to the frontier capital.
Plus maybe you would have a run in with that Solaire again...
>Keep going deeper into the Frontier.
>Head back to Eisenwand for now.
>Other
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>Keep going deeper into the Frontier.
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>>Keep going deeper into the Frontier.
Exploring!
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Panzer Commander Quest #20 2017-05-05 11:25:30 Post No.1430913
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You are Richter Von Tracht, Lieutenant of Panzers in the Army of Strossvald. You were currently, after a few encounters with less than pleasant folk and an introduction to a risky, secret operation, trying to get a replacement loader for your tank. There wasn’t anything wrong in particular with your current, loader, besides the fact that he was nominally a radio operator. He had been budged out of his normal position by Maddalyn Von Blum, your resident specialist in the spiritual, and also, through questionable choice of hobbies, a competent radio operator. However, she also had conditional blindness, no combat training, and was also your fiancée. Despite only having known each other for a few days, you’d rather she not get herself killed, so you went to receive a replacement crew member like you had prepared for.
Nobody but you knew about said preparation; Maddalyn would have likely objected to it had she known, and you didn’t want to risk giving her a reason to possibly use her familial influence, which far exceeded your own pitiful standings. You doubted she would actually do something like that, but it never hurt to be careful.
When you had gone to the resupply and personnel offices for the area of Salzbrucke, you had run into an obstruction to your plans. A weedy clerk who had given you a choice to either receive standard replacements, likely made up of reservists who only had hasty retraining and other less competent detritus, or “a fine, fine loader,” in exchange for a “favor.”
The man clearly wanted you to either make your demand worth his time, or for you to give up and make his job easy. You were a bit more persistent than that, however.
“Whoever you have can’t be that good,” you retorted to his claims of having unique and rare individuals for recruitment, “I don’t mind doing favors for a good reason, but you make these mere replacements out to be some hidden trump card. They’re loaders, how good could he possibly be? Sell me on them.”
“Ever hear of a Yaegir?” the man grinned at you.
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You had, but mostly because of their martial fame. They were tribal people that lived in the southwestern forests of Naukland, whose lands made up one of the constituent states of the aforementioned federal republic. Yaegirs were known for their ferocity and brutality in warfare, and many indeed used this fame to find gainful employment elsewhere. You had heard tell that part of becoming an adult in some Yaegir communities involved going to war somewhere; they were most commonly found near their homes, but if you looked hard enough in the right places, one could find a Yaegir just about anywhere; their homes were rural and their lives in the forests were hard. While they bred great fighters, hunters, and trackers, many who left for too long would be seduced by the luxury of civilization.
“Sure.” You say.
“One of them’s a Yaegir. Fought in the war against the Netillians back in ‘30. Did some time in the border patrols after, had some hang ups about being in a tank apparently. When we were scrounging the reserves for people we found him though.”
“And now he dutifully serves as a carrot.” You muse, looking over the document given to you. “You said he’s a loader though. I was under the impression Yaegir were more personal in their dealings.”
“I dunno,” the clerk shrugged, “The page says what it does. Ask him why he wanted to be in a tank if you want to know that much.”
“Maybe,” you flip through a few more pages, “Who else is apparently so valuable?”
“This guy,” the logistics man points out a name, too distant and small printed for you to see, “Former Sosaldtian mercenary. Had a change of heart a couple years back and immigrated over here. Rode with some band called the Iron Hogs, led by some mean bastard called Hell Gitt. Over in the east, they were right famous, and apparently, mean as all hell.”
Mercenaries were one of Sosaldt’s principle exports, along with drugs, crime, and the rare metals from the southern mines that were one of the few reasons anybody tolerated the state. Many so-called mercenaries were bandits, who rebranded themselves when raiding wasn’t profitable for whatever reason.
“I’m sure they are famous, but what does that have to do with how good a loader he is?” you ask.
“You said you wanted the good guys,” the replacements broker tipped back in his chair and scratched his nose, his feet kicked up on the desk, “that reputation speaks of quality. Or would you rather have some city boy fresh from basic?”
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“Any other options?” you skim through a few lines in the document, picking random lines to look engaged.
“One more that’s memorable,” the clerk let his feet down with a clatter as his chair rocked back forward and he reached into the fistful of papers you held to pick out a dog-eared page. “Emrean War veteran, if you can believe it. Also fought up north under the Kaiser, almost six years ago. Belongs in a museum, if you ask me, but no, came around here, got enlisted again. Seems like an oddball, but he’s definitely got experience.”
You considered your options.
>Jorgen Mann, the Yaegir
>Alek Zellt, the Sosaldtian mercenary
>Dorian Bonne, the Imperial
>Wow, a northy tree man, a bandit, and an honest to Judge above Imperial. How about somebody who I can actually trust?
>Other
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>Jorgen Mann, the Yaegir
Really our only choice with the Imp and the bandit
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Star Wars: Dark Empire #5 2017-05-05 09:32:11 Post No.1430538
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Welcome to Dark Empire Quest #5: We Need to Standardize the Naming Convention Edition
Previously: Captain Alana Tyrna of the Imperial Navy became a minor war hero after fighting off a Rebel fleet in the Battle of Perma, and Palpatine was overseeing the expansion of his navy and laid the ground work for his next phase of galactic conquest: a bold campaign of expansion in the Core to solidify his foothold and provide the Empire access to territories further to the South.
In this session, we will continue to follow the Reborn Emperor Palpatine as he rules what Empire he has while coveting the rest that will soon be his. The Dark Side of the force grows stronger, more restless as force energies are bent to the will of the Emperor and others, soon, the Sith will be great once more.
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I'll be starting a bit early per special request. (Not everyone lives on Galactic Standard Time apparently) so I'll still be at work, and the topics we'll be dealing with are quite major decisions. Consequently, my posts may be delayed, up to 30 mins in the case of my commute. Please be patient at first!
Important links:
Archive
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Dark+Empire
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Twitter I use to announced game times
>https://twitter.com/DarkEmpireQuest
This is the map system I use for planning
>http://www.swgalaxymap.com/
And this is a gold mine resource for Star wars info, take with a grain of salt since this universe follows its own continuity.
>http://starwars.wikia.com/Full disclaimer: Canon in my game, Legends or otherwise, is totally fucked. I grabbed parts I liked, smashed em around, and discarded parts I didn't. Cause some is cool and fits, and some ain't and doesn't. Some balances well, (multiple rival warlord factions, renegade dark siders etc) and some doesn't (Fucking Sun Crusher, Galaxy Gun, etc) So if you are major continuity nerd . . . my god, I'm so sorry for the sins I've committed against the EU today.
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Mara Jade strode though one the Imperial Palace's many underground passages with the confidence of one who is in familiar territory. This particular passage way was lacking some of the opulent splendor of the higher levels. It looked somehow lumpier, less well contoured. Of course, Mara knew this was because the deeper passages were heavily reinforced against external threats. Everything from speeder bombings to turbolaser bombardment was accounted for. May found the lower halls uncomfortable, claustrophobic and foreboding, but Mara found them comfortingly familiar.
To her, it seemed like only yesterday that she was passing stealthily through these halls, spying on senators invited to the palace, ensuring their loyalties lay in the right place. Now, she had graduated into the next tier, on the cusp of fulfilling her ambition to replace Darth Vader as the Emperor's apprentice.
It was only the thought of replacing Vader that kept her motivated through the many trials the Emperor placed in front of her, the endless hours spent with the Shadow Mages on Byss, learning to sculpt life to her will. The instruction from Palpatine himself in the nature of anger and how to control it. Mara had started her career as an extension of the Emperor's will, his Hand for doing his bidding throughout the empire and beyond. Now, just out of her grasp was power. Real power. The power to shape the galaxy into something more. To put it in order.
Peace is a lie, thought Mara, there is only passion. It was true, she felt no peace. She had thought peace lay in the approval of the Emperor, which accounted for some of the only times she has felt at ease. Now she realized this was a lie. The comfort she'd felt from a "job well done" was merely relief that she no longer had to shoulder the burden of responsibility for the galaxy.
The Emperor had shown her the foolishness of this belief. The threats against order and justice never ceased. It would take a similarly tireless leader to ensure law prevailed.
It is your task to learn what you can from me he had said, your very survival may depend on it. The galaxy needs a strong, capable leader one who can hope to compliment my power and rule by my side. Mara knew she was the one, she felt it within herself, and within the force.
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"I must admit I'm surprised you would return to this place so willingly," a voice said from ahead, "After the reception I gave you last time."
Isard.
Mara fixed the Director with a withering gaze, her blood boiling at the thought of her imprisonment and torture at Isard's hands in the wake of the Emperor's death. "I can't blame you for what you did," Mara replied with a shrug, "Not all of us had the Emperor's favor in those days. So few knew of my existence. Actions based on ignorance sometimes have to be forgiven."
Isard scowled, "Not all of us exist to be the Emperor's personal pet."
"Be careful Iceheart," Mara replied, using the nickname many applied to the callous and cruel woman, "This, 'pet' has fangs. A day will come when you make another mistake and your support from the Emperor will run out. And I've gotta be honest, with all of your bumbling, it's a miracle you even held onto Imperial Center as long as you did."
"Is that so?" Isard crossed her arms, "You think you bend the Emperor's ear? From where I'm standing you're just a pretty face with a lightsaber playing at being a Jedi."
"Sith," Mara snarled in reply.
Isard shrugged, "If the Emperor held you in such regard, he would have made you his Executor. Sedriss ran his affairs during his death you know. A highly esteemed role."
"Sedriss is a goon," Mara replied. "He's a laser-brained, muscle-head who has more testosterone than sense."
"And yet Palpatine trusted him with the empire," Isard said. "So what does that say about you?"
Mara knew she could snap Isard's neck without so much as moving a muscle, crush her windpipe until her breath stopped, or even squeeze her beating heart until it trembled and failed.
"You could kill me right now, couldn't you?" Isard asked, reading Mara's expression. "Hmm . . . I wonder why you don't, then." A devilish smile spread across her lips, "Could it be you're afraid of displeasing your master?" her tone was mocking. "It seems you're not as sure of your position as you thought. The Emperor doesn't want a partner. He wants another monster on a leash." With that, Isard turned her back on Mara and walked, with hardly a look back. "Don't forget you're just as replaceable as Vader."
Mara narrowed her gaze on the Director's retreating form, hating her and yet, knowing there was a kernel of truth to what she said. She had to wonder though if Isard was aware she was just as replaceable.
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Dragon Ball Tuffle Quest Z #64 2017-05-05 06:32:07 Post No.1430105
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>You are currently Son Gohan, son of Goku and Maple Son-Mahogany, one of two young Tuffle twins thrown at Earth starting in early Dragon Ball by Dr. Raichi
>"Canon" had already taken a sharp turn from the "norm" when you began, and through your actions, choices, and dialogue, took even further turns from the "norm," and will probably continue to do so
>Stats and dice mechanics are used, and can be explained again as needed
>Let's all try to have some fun, ok?
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Last time, on Dragon Ball Tuffle Quest Z! As Vegeta and Bra finished their time in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber and the Son family visited Melcior, a group of Saiyans arrived on Earth to meet with Vegeta. As Goku and Bra head off to meet them, the hunt for the Rainbow Shell begins in the Nemurian ruins... with a certain someone interested in the ruins’ secrets...
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You gulp slightly. That voice... you heard it on TV before. The Super Monster threatening your world. Majin Ozotto. His voice... it’s in your head. And you know he’s planning something bad.
“Gohan, Gohan!” Peppa whispers to you, mildly worried. “...I’m hearing a ghost! The ruins are HAUNTED!”
...Well there could be worse conclusions to draw from this. “P-Peppa... it’s not a ghost. It’s-”
“A LASER GHOST?! WAAAAAAAAH!” And oh good she’s running around in circles.
>A. Calm your sister down before she knocks something over
>B. Try to talk with Mr. Ozotto, see what he wants
>C. Mom there’s a creepy monster talking with us!
>D. Something else?
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>>A. Calm your sister down before she knocks something over
>>B. Try to talk with Mr. Ozotto, see what he wants
>>C. Mom there’s a creepy monster talking with us!
Glad you are feeling better!
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>A.
>C.
Hey Kato, glad you're back.
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ULTRA SUPERNOVA QUEST 20: Dark Skies 2017-05-07 09:29:39 Post No.1437146
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My current situation is...well I'm not quite sure how to categorize it. On one hand I have both my genetic mothers with me now. Emily Sparks and Eveline, both very dangerous and effective ultras, with powers that complement my own as well....I just have a mixture of theirs as that is what I am after all, more or less. However Mom 2 is panicking right now, and I'm not sure she'll be much help in her current state, but I can't just toss her away as useless right now, as she works normally under much worse strains than simple panic. But it might combine with her general...well manic nature and cause a problem. And I don't know Eveline too well, but she did manage to handle Eye of the storm fairly easily with my assistance, and she is a member of the golden guard, so I must assume she is much more skilled and as such effective than myself.
However, sheer numbers can take down even the most skilled combatant. I've seen it in the comics Cyra reads and the shows Mimi so loves.
And the force we're facing right now clearly has numerical superiority. An entire team of Ultras working for blackguard, and.....well a small mob of blackguard "Mooks" as I've been told they're called. Can't be bothered to count them all out.
I blink as the rain of ultra continues to fall over me, my pale skin getting covered in a sheen of purple as Mom 2 hugs Mom 3 and hides behind her, hunching her back like a scared cat.
This is one of those moments that seem to stretch on forever. The five ultra's stop, all wearing long trenchcoats, that dance on the wind as they silently stand there in the hole in the wall, that they eye of the storm made.
The silence is thick enough that I think I can feel it. I think they're waiting for us to act or...no, the leader of the mooks is pulling a flare from his belt. Hmm, maybe they're about to make an introduction while they call for backup.
I don't know. But the only advantage I have here besides my mothers, my genius and a vast amount of tech to play with is surprise....and I think Eye of the storm is getting back up somehow, despite his injuries that should be keeping him down since he has a hole the size of my fist in his side and at least a concussion if not something even worse.
What do I do?
[] <spend Ultra for Cyra and or someone else>
[] Shoot the flare out of the mans hand 1d100
[] or take it with a clone 1d20+agility
[] send a clone to get some back up 1d20+agility
[] ask them who they are
[] Scold them for being so stupid to follow black guard
[] Make a show for the comic that'll be made *what*
[] Call someone
[] ask fairy army if she knows who they are
[] Absorb someone people in range (Miss sparks, Fairy army, Eye of the storm)
[]try to intimidate them
[] write in
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>[] send a clone to get some back up 1d20+agility
>[] ask them who they are
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Wow, so many people busy shitposting about french elections or what?
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Its the french elections today?
Omulkahn
The Journey of Kylodestin 2017-05-07 06:53:41 Post No.1436588
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You, /qst/, are a hired worker by the Department of History for Minoport, tasked with retrieving important documents belonging to Kylos, a famed adventurer from over 500 years ago.
The pages belong to his personal journal, of which you have been given to help restore the book with each page you receive. The pages have all been enchanted long ago to prevent wear and tear by a mysterious sorcerer with whom Kylos journeyed.
Your lead on the current possessor of some pages is a Halfling named "Tim" who deals in such rare artifacts, living in the city of Ships Port on the main island. You boss has graciously funded your journey as well as some spare money in hopes of bartering with the Halfling.
Arriving at the door of "Tiny Tim's Tricks and Trinkets", you are greeted by a rather intimidating Orc sitting at the front desk, thumbing through some books.
What do you do?
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Politely greet him and ask him about the pages
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The Orc stares at you for a moment and gives a silent nod as a small halfling comes out with a large grin and a golden tooth. "My my, look like we finally got someone. So you're here about those journal pages, huh?"
His oafish compatriot stands straight at attention upon the halfing's entrance, a deep mix of fear and respect carved on his face. "Mr. Timothy has an offer for you, in exchange for the pages of the journal."
"That's right, my boy. I need you to help located some artifacts from another mini-dungeon that was discovered out in the forests. What do you say?"
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Ask him about the dungeon, some info and guidance
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Shadows of Zeon Quest: Aphelion #24 2017-05-07 05:02:28 Post No.1436365
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You are Captain Rossweisse Bell, commander of the CTF rapid response cutter Sericea. This morning you and your partner Carya met with Artesia Som Deikun to catch her up on recent events on Sweetwater colony, specifically focusing on the fate of her brother Casval who still goes under the name of Char Aznable. She seemed relieved to hear that he was alive, though it was easy to tell that she still doesn't fully accept the fact that he still insists on isolating himself.
In a certain sense you may understand his mind better than Artesia. Years ago you were taken from your family and thrown in with others like you, one of a small few who survived the process of turning you into a “cyber-newtype” through biological, technological, and psychological modification. With lingering difficulties interacting with others you were classified as “unfinished”, kept even from the tasks which your superiors intended you to perform, until you fell in with other “natural” newtypes. These were people who you felt at home around, who understood what it was like to be a newtype, and who accepted you into their ranks with open arms. You began making decisions for yourself, found your own purpose, and began to open up to them even if you've always remained shy and taciturn around strangers.
Char's story however is almost like your story in reverse. He turned his back on his family after the assassination of his father, and no matter what pretty and noble words he tries to hide it behind he did so out of a desire to avenge that wrong. Then he discovered that he was a newtype, becoming a weapon willingly and killing thousands all in order to pursue his goal of killing the Zabi family. Now that with one notable exception the Zabis are dead he feels like he's lacking a purpose, and he feels guilty over abandoning the family he had left.
Though you'd hardly consider it appropriate to lecture a friend on such matters, you also get the impression that even if she disagrees with Char's reasoning she understands it just as well as you do. So perhaps it isn't necessary to discuss the matter.
“You okay?” Artesia asks you as you continue to stare at the paperwork in front of you: a manifest of cargo to be loaded aboard your ship, Sericea.
You shrug, distilling your complex thoughts on the matter to a few choice words. “Nothing of concern.”
Whether she simply doesn't want to push, or perhaps because she senses that the ideas you're mulling over are best kept to yourself, Artesia responds with a quiet nod. “Okay. The manifest look fine to you?”
“It does,” you reply, setting the documents aside. “It should be more than adequate, thank you.”
“Don't thank me,” Artesia raises her hands defensively. “It was Haman who worked out your docking and resupplying deals with Luna. I hear she drove a hard bargain.”
“She excels at that” you agree.
>1/2
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“So what do you plan to do?” Artesia asks. “You and Carya came to an agreement this morning, right?”
That's right, Carya suggested that this time she could mind the ship. She's been overexerting herself lately, and with her eyepatch... she cuts something of a distinctive figure. And when trying to ferret out information in unfamiliar territory that sort of notoriety isn't always constructive. So you came to an agreement: this time Carya would be the one to stay behind with Sericea and you would get to handle your business here in Von Braun.
“I have some business,” you admit, not yet willing to commit to saying what you want to deal with first.
>There may be a plot at work here on Luna. I want to contact the police to that end.
>The military was acting strangely last time. I want to know why.
>I have business to sort out with Anaheim before we head to Jupiter.
>Other?
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>>The military was acting strangely last time. I want to know why.
>>I have business to sort out with Anaheim before we head to Jupiter.
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>>1436368
Stepping into the shoes of Rosse now are we?
>>The military was acting strangely last time. I want to know why.
Can't keep going around loops just to berth the ship into a space port.
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You are a MARTIAL ARTIST GUY and you are experiencing your first real fight! Some thugs tried to ambush you, why don't you show them whis boss
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You are facing a COMMON STREET THUG and he is weilding a SWITCHBLADE and another COMMON STREET THUG is behind him, though he looks beffier than the first
>wat do?
>but first assign your 20 stat points
Charisma:1
Strength:1
Agility:1
Reflexes:1
Luck:1
Intelligence:1
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You currently know two moves
>Jab-1dmg
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>Kick-1dmg
These moves can get variations if used in innovative and exiting ways!
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Dump all of them in Luck because why not?
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You're a Hunter, and proud of it. You don't hunt game, oh no, you hunt the uglies, the spooks, the things that go bump in the night. Every day, you risk life and limb so ordinary folk can sleep quiet at night. It's a dangerous and thankless job, but someone has to do it, and that someone is you.
> ...
The sun shines into your eyes and ruins the wonderful dream you'd been having. You roll out of bed, slide on some pants, and look at the mirror, thinking for a moment.
> Who are you?
> [A] You're Chuck Davis, you're in your mid-thirties, and weigh at least 300 pounds, most of it fat. You haven't shaved in weeks, your Budweiser trucker hat is a testament to your taste in beer.
> Before you figured it all out, you were a trucker, and a good one too, always on schedule, rain, sleet, or snow. That all changed when a starving werewolf tried to rip your face off in an abandoned gas station a week ago. Fucker almost got you, and it would've if it wasn't for the highly illegal sawn-off you kept in the cab of your semi. Once you'd wrapped your head around what happened, you quit your job, and hit the road, determined to all of kill those spooky bastards and make a difference, for God and for country!
> + You're tough as nails and after a long stint in the marines, hardly anything can faze you.
> + You know your way around guns, you've been shooting since you could walk and then some.
> + You're a Godly man, and while that doesn't provide much earthly benefit, you're confident your soul is in good hands.
> - You know nothing about the supernatural beyond the absolute basics.
> - You need alcohol to get through the working day.
> - You aren't the sharpest tool in the shed, by any man's standards.
> [B] You're Augie Farnsworth, you're nineteen years of age, weigh 180 pounds soaking wet, and look for all the world like a 90's nerd stereotype. Your wide-rimmed glasses and pocket protector do nothing to refute that.
> You always knew not everything was as it seemed, that the establishment was hiding something, and always watching you, but you never had any definite, concrete proof. Until last week, that is. You were on the deepest, darkest corners of the internet when you saw IT, and something came a little loose. Once you tore your eyes from the screen, you realized that you were right all along. You packed your bags and hit the road, determined to get to the bottom of it all, consequences be damned!
> + You've been studying the supernatural for years, and have encyclopedic knowledge on the subject.
> + You're good with your hands, and can jury-rig almost anything, given the time and resources.
> + To say you're a brilliant bastard is an understatement.
> - You're a paranoid conspiracy theorist, and are absolutely convinced that the establishment is out to get you.
> - You've got all the bodily strength of a wet noodle.
> - Without your glasses, you couldn't see your own hand if you held it in front of your face.
> (cont)
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> [C] You are Devon Corvus, you're only sixteen years old, weigh a clean 215 pounds, and something about you is a little... strange. Your pale black skin, ghostly white, piercing eyes, and deep, guttural voice are all off-putting, to say the least.
> You had a rough childhood, you never knew your parents, and you raised yourself on the city streets. You were always... different from the other street urchins, you felt like you weren't one of them, you never seemed to get sick from bad food, and the cold nights didn't bother you half as much as them. You always thought you were just a normal weirdo, until just about a week ago, when a group of walking corpses tried to eat you, and you burned them all with a gout of black flame! You realized that something wasn't right, and you hit the road, determined to put a stop to all this, and find out who you really are!
> + Your... interesting heritage has endowed you with strange and unnatural abilities, the full extent of which remains to be seen.
> + You're used to hardship, and can make do with next to nothing, if need be.
> + You're good at sneaking around when you want to, and someone would have to be damned sharp to catch you.
> - You're an underage minority with no records, papers, or identification, it might be hard to get around or explain yourself if you end up in custody.
> - You never received a formal education, and can barely read and write your own name, let alone count and do advanced arithmetic.
> - You're fucking creepy and anyone with common sense wouldn't trust you as far as they could throw you.
>Whichever option receives the most votes in the next few hours is the main character.
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> - You need alcohol to get through the working day
Nice reference senpai
Gimme a sec to sift through the chargen
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Girls und Panzer: Lafayette Girls Academy Quest 2: #84 2017-05-06 07:08:12 Post No.1432930
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Girls und Panzer: Lafayette Girls Academy Quest 2: #84
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> Sunday, August 30th, 2015
SITUATION: http://pastebin.com/ziMsX6th
MECHANICS: http://pastebin.com/49M2eE8Z
THE RULES: http://pastebin.com/BEsprkBZ
THE TANK: http://pastebin.com/sJsgig6B
THE DIVISIONS: http://pastebin.com/xCQZAdqU
THE SHOP: http://pastebin.com/v6xeDRXj
DANON’S THE TEAM: http://pastebin.com/bUU2v0z8
You awake to the sound of explosions.
Someone must be getting some practice in today. You look around the tent next to your tank and find it empty. Seems everyone is gone. You yawn a little and pull yourself out of the tent, then look around. The hangar is empty, save for most of the tanks, except for the Churchill. Huh. You start walking down towards the exit out into the training grounds. There you find a crowd of girls formed up.
A light chill actually crosses you, making you shiver. It’s fall now. You just realized that. Where did the summer go? Darn.
You come out and see the crowd. “Serafina.” Serafina looks to you, then grins happily. Some of the girls are still dressed in pajamas or have hastily put on their uniforms. “What’s going on?”
“Meryl and Iris are sparring!” says Serafina. “Our glorious teacher is showing the Canadian brute what for!”
The Churchill and the Firefly shoot at each other from across the training grounds, helped only by their cover of dirt berms and wooden barricades. The Churchill pokes out then fires. The six pounder shot bangs across the Firefly’s front. They seem to be in some kind of stalemate. That’s what happens when you’re in not-so-particularly fast tanks like the Sherman or the Churchill.
Dix Hauser apparently has come in to see this as well. “Come on! Kick her ass, Meryl!” Meryl leans out of the commander’s cupola, observing leisurely with her binoculars before coming back in.
“It’s a stalemate!” says Serina. “We’ll be here all morning.”
> “Nah, Iris has this handled.”
> “Meryl’s got Iris in the bag.”
> “All morning? I’ll be surprised if this ends before October.”
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>> “All morning? I’ll be surprised if this ends before October.”
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>> “All morning? I’ll be surprised if this ends before October.”
>>Or until they run out of ammunition.
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> “All morning? I’ll be surprised if this ends before October.”
>Or until they run out of ammunition.
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Hey there folks, let's have some civilization based fun. First race and place to three votes wins, no Insects.
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>Undead with Lich Warrior as Leader
>Subterranean
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Seconding
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I can certainly work with that
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From Pleb to Hero Quest #7 2017-05-05 08:41:52 Post No.1430382
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Welcome to From Pleb to Hero Quest! The Comeback! Time to have fun once again!
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Last chapter… nothing really happened! You spent your time in a boat with Gretchen doing nothing important aside from reading some of those juicy reports. Anyway, a funky UFO is going towards the boat! What the heck is going on?! (You’re playing as Gretchen):
You’re hiding behind Nora. The balloon thingy keeps descending slowly towards you, suddenly the funky music its playing stops, you hear a nervous voice coming from it:
“H-hello! We are not dangerous!” sounds like a girl. “I-I mean we’re here f-for the thing! I mean we're peaceful!”
“Excuse me! Could you explain yourself?!” Nora asks.
“Uhmm… could we… land on your boat first? I swear we’re not hostile! A-and I don't like yelling...”
“I’ve a bad feeling about this…” This is totally going to be an awkward situation.
“You think they are dangerous?” Nora asks.
“I don’t think so; it’s just an uneasy feeling of misfortune coming right at us… Whatever, what do we do?”
“We don’t have any reason to doubt them, so…”
“Nora, you’re being too naïve… But…”
>”You’re right, let them land.”
>”I don’t like where this is going, let’s move away from them.”
>"Let's ambush them right when they land!"
>Write In.
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>>”You’re right, let them land.”
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>”You’re right, let them land.”
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“You’re right, let them land.” You sigh.
“Okay! Go for it!” Nora yells to them.
“Really?! Thank you!” The girl not only sounds relieve, she sounds happy.
The balloon cautiously descends until it lands on the boat, the UFO is a hot air balloon and on its top there is a long rope that keeps ascending until vanish between the clouds.
“W-we come in peace!” A very flamboyant looking girl with glasses gets off the balloon. There is no one else inside the balloon…
“You seem to be alone…”
“Ehm, it’s because I- I’m the… Ar- Ar-…!” She starts a little dancing choreographs but stops midway and suddenly lies down. She also is covering her face with both of her hands, she’s all red.
“…Yo—”
“Gretchen, don’t say anything.”
“I was against leaving her be for a minute, you know? I’m not a monster.”
“…” You can feel her embarrassment. Nora gets near her and tries to help her compose.
“Are you alright?”
“I-I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay… I think.”
“Do you mind explain what is going on?”
“Y-yes, I’m… Tamia, I’m member of the Entertainment Sky Palace. I-I came here because I found signals of one piece of the lost artifact I’m searching and—”
“Slow down, flashy four eyes. What palace are you talking about?” You ask.
“Y-you don’t know? Aw, grandma is going to get mad at m-me.” You stare at her. “R-right! Upwards! Very far up is my grandma’s airship where all type of artists are inside showing their expertise… After the flood it was my grandma’s idea to preserve and propagate art the world has left.”
“That’s cute…”
“If you want to know more I’ll gladly show you the way in there, it’s pretty exclusive, only you have to give me the artifact! It’s like a round eye! This big!”
“You mean this?” You show her what you fished before, the weird black looking ball.
“Yes! Precisely! Will you lend it to me please?”
Do you want to give her the thing?
>Yes
>Nah
>Write In.
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Faster then Darkness 2017-05-05 07:48:23 Post No.1430254
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The Pain is what you notice first. It spreads, numb at first from the back of your head to the rest of the body.
There is an Oily sensation on your skin, and you can't quite make out which direction is up.
You feel a hard surface extending along the back of your body, from your heel to the place between your shoulder blades and from there along the back of your arms.
Where am I?
With a flash of pain, A thought emerges in your consciousness.
+++Generators Online+++
+++Control Core Online+++
+++Basic-Systems Check+++
Diagnostic Systems: 1assdddd885%++ Err+or+: 10+0+% Operational
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What? Your head spun, where did that come from?
There is something covering your mouth.
You grasp for air, but after a panicked breath, realize that you have no trouble breathing.
You try to move your limbs, but something is holding them in place. Your eyes open and see nothing but darkness.
It feels like you are submerged in some kind of liquid.
Internal Systems: (Design Specifications EX103.443)
Energy Generators: 80% Capacity
Control Core: Xny%//aaad§ Error
+++WARNING!Specification:Unknown+++ +++Vitals_Readout:Positive+++
Auxiliary Computer Core: 100% Operational
+++WARNING!Software_Build:Beta.V.2.3.734+++
Structural Integrity: 70%
Life Support: 100% Operational
There is another flash of pain as this information flows into your mind. Not in form of words, but as completely formed thoughts.
What the Fuck is that supposed to mean?
There are large jagged Holes in Your Body.
An incredible Power is running from your center outwards to your Boundary. Layer by layer of you filled with air and warmth, but also large areas that are exposed to nothingness.
You notice a trickle of additional power into your body through some kind of umbilical.
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Drive Systems: (Design Specifications EX103.443)
Sub-light Drive: 30% Operational
+++Able_to_hold_Orbit:YES+++
FTL Drive: iwwo9((?93===12“?as Error
+++WARNING!Specification:Unknown+++ +++Drive_Test_aborted+++
You try to struggle against the restraints, but you can't move your limbs and the pain gets infinitely worse as you try.
At the same time you feel your body jerking sideways, power blasting from openings along the length your vaguely rectangular cross section.
You feel new holes being torn into your form, tiny on your vast surface. The umbilical snaps, the power flow, puny in comparison to the supply in your burning heart, stops.
Why? What?
Communications Systems: (Design Specifications EX103.443)
Internal Comm: 100% Operational
Intra-System Comm: 100% Operational
FTL Comm: 30% Operational
+++Unable to connect to subspace+++
Quantum-Relay: 0% Operational
+++No_Quantum_Connectors_found+++
A panicked voice Screams into your head „Who the fuck just fired the thrusters, we ripped completely free from the scaffold. You guys just want to die faster?“
A Second Voice answers. „We didn't do anything, Sir! Maybe it was a hiccup while booting the System?“
While the two people scream into your brain. You let out a pained noise.
Voice1 „What was that?“ and after a moment of silence „Whoever that was, Stop fucking around, and keep the comms free.“
voice2 „We didn't say anything“
Somehow Voice1 screams even louder inside your skull. „We are simply going to die, if we don't get that drive running, and if that's not motivation enough, I will execute the next person I catch who isn't doing his job properly for sabotage.“ The speaker pants a little and then starts again “In fact, I'm going to do that personally,... with my wrench! I'm going to come down there and fuck your fucking brains in with my fucking wrench! You understand that?“
Voice3? „Yes Sir. Of course, sir, we are working as fast as we can Sir.“
What to do?
>>>Speak with them (write in)
>>>Suffer a little more in silence
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