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Few things are more important in a young child’s life than the process of education. Letters, numbers, history, the arts, and all other manner of vital information are the sacred torches that must be handed down from one generation to the next, the foundation on which ever greater achievements can be built. However, in a world not connected with an abundance of roads, let alone a vast reaching net of instantaneous communication, knowledge could only travel so far as hoof and wing and coin would allow, which unfortunately placed those out of the way locations with little in the way of the latter in an unenviable state.

Knowledge was limited to what was known passed from parent to child, what was discovered in a lifetime, or whatever just so happened to drift in on portentous wings. So, it was that news of a formal academy being built in the sleepy town of Jonasburg caught many ears in the villages nearby and brought eager applicants to the door of its mayor as the auspicious structure began rising from the sullen dirt as though by magic.

Or rather, it should be said quite literally by magic, the duo of ogres hauling great trees and heaps of stone to the edge of the village day-after-day whereupon the eager automatons would slice into them and remove uniform pieces to fuel the growth of the structure. Even in the laying of the foundations, it was clear that this would be the largest structure the town had ever seen: with hallways, multiple classrooms, a library (albeit one filled with empty shelves), and classrooms rows of empty desks waiting to be filled. There was also, for reasons unfathomable to many of the town, soon water running through its walls, a sight no less miraculous than the magical illumination that was promised in later weeks.

For Cici’s part, the excitement was something tempered with nervousness, the knowledge of a placement exam stuck fast in her mind as she attempted to balanced magic and baking with the demands of education suddenly looming at her door. She wondered what school would be like when the first day finally arrived, whether she would get to meet lots of new people, and most of all, if Hannah and Katy would end up in the same class as hers.

Naturally, the voices were constantly around to offer assurances, suggestions, and advice in the meantime.

> With two weeks until judgement day, how should Cici spend her time?
> Write-in

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you're in a fucking dungeon with only a single gate in your fucking room

health- 90/100
hunger- 100/100
thrist- 70/100
stamina- 80/100

A. drink a can 'o piss to boost your thrist
B. continue down the gate
C. wait for something to happen

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“This is Private Deacon Jones. Patrol outpost 35-EA1, all clear.”

“Private Jarnison Yollard?”

And it went on and on, out there in the star-studded inky blackness of space. Days of watching a huge, unimaginably massive chasm of space. An empty void of space that eats away at your self-awareness and lust for life every day for space months, upon space years, upon a 5-year tour of space service during which you have to peer deeply into and sincerely examine the space for an enemy that, by all accounts is attacking from the opposite end. Of space.

You were catching space madness.

You were piloting a M-1345 perimeter engineer/interceptor craft, or “Six-Seven-Eights” as your fellow pilots called them, without good reason. It was a spherical craft, about 100 meters in diameter. The sphere itself was packed with engines and weapons, all pointed outwards from around the sealed internal cockpit where the pilot sat with little to no room for anything other than himself, the consoles, and the maintenance tools for EV activities to repair your ship or some outdated static defenses in local space. Ugh.

The suit you wore took care of your every bodily and hygienic function, except for the sexual. It washed every part of you except for your face, which you were expected to wash with a Navy-supplied rag and a spritzing of water from your suits mouth dispenser. You had acne out the ass but the only time you ever saw it was in the reflection of all these monitors. All the fucking monitors showing the same shit day after day unless a wave of radiation from some far distant supernova that went off 60 trillion years ago was passing through. Then you had to manually readjust all the instruments.

There was a small filtration system built by nanobots that sucked the neurotransmitter build-up that causes mental exhaustion right out of your brain but every 48 hours or so you'd have to sleep for an hour just to prevent your nervous system from fucking up and writing over some precious memory from life back in the World. They ran our lower-class brains right up to the redline but nobody ever cracked, because if anyone ever did, the first man to shoot him down would get a promotion and a ticket out of this job.

The sexual fantasies you constructed were grotesque.

You were certain you would be the one who finally did go mad and give somebody else that promotion.

You wanted to die. But the animal needs kept you going. One day you were going to get out of this goddamn suit, take a bath, sleep in a comfortable place, and feel a woman under you again. Goddamn it, you were going to make it out of there if it lobotomized you!

That was life in the Federal Republican Navy. Your rank was Pvt. McBride, soon to be Sgt. McBride.

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"......Will....... In..... Minutes......for Choosing us" Your back hurts. This chair is so uncomfortable... How long have I been asleep? It's so dark outside...

The speaker on the plane comes on again. "Again, we will be landing in roughly thirty minutes in Rome, and on behalf of 'Nameless Airlines' we thank you for your support. Local time 3:30Am."

"Looks like we are almost there..." You look around your row and notice the best possible situation. To your left, Dizzy is passed out. A teeny bit of drool dropping onto your arm as she has found comfort using you as a pillow.

To your right... Samantha. She is also passed out, leaning against you. Weather she did this on purpose or if it was an accident you aren't complaining. Next to her Amy is leaning against Samantha.

You sit and soak in the awesomeness of the situation for as long as possible until you hear a faint whisper. Seemingly right in your ear.

"We're gonna get youuu~"

You whip your head around, nothing is there. "Probably just my imagination... Right?"

>A) Wake everyone up and tell them about what you just heard.
>B) Relax for as long as possible before you land.
>C) Do something else. While they are asleep.
>D)Other.

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This is a thread created for the discussion of Quest threads, as well as sharing of advice and guidance for aspiring or current QM's.

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>QM Question
How do you feel about adding music to your quest? Like adding a youtube link to a song that you think is fitting to the update.

>Player Question
How much action needs to happen every update? A single clash, a lost arm, a barrel of quips? Is it different when it's a drawquest?

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>>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WUW2hRQkegM

Welcome to Spirit Detective Quest! This quest, as the title suggests, takes place in the world of Yu Yu Hakusho, though it does not take place during the events of the show. You're a young highschooler, one who will find himself granted the title of Spirit Detective, and will be charged with tracking down demons and other supernatural criminals.

>Rules

Each time I make an update, there will be a ten minute window in which you can vote between various options I have provided. Write-ins are accepted and encouraged, but I do reserve the right to veto them. Once ten minutes have passed, the option (or suitable combination) with the most support will win.

You can choose multiple options, but be mindful of when that doesn't take any sense. Saying you want to go talk to someone and then talk to someone else in one post doesn't make much sense.

Also, in combat, I may veto selecting multiple options depending on how feasible that seems.

As far as combat, you will roll to attempt different options. I will not tell you what the number needed is ahead of time, so use your heads and balance risk/reward. Sometimes, you should take riskier options if they can yield greater payoff. Other times, it's best to play it safe. Use your judgement.

This is not Dragonball, and while there are sometimes ways to bring back the dead, they are few and far between, so do not assume that anybody you kill/let die will be coming back.

I hope you all have fun.

Previous threads

>>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=spirit+detective

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You are tiny...you don't know how it happened but, you woke up...and you were tiny. Luckily, so was everyone else. Only the people mind you, now you have to face giant spiders, rats, cats, bats, and other people...fun times are ahead.

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900 years until He regains his form.
90 years until He regains his mind.
9 years to regain His power.
And only 9 days until he regains The World.

Uryus words practically echo in your mind.
You are not certain why he decided to tell you this, perhaps he just wanted to warn you, but it doesn't really matter.
What matters is that Uraharas previous words of warning suddenly make a whole lot more sense now.
''There are dangers you can't even begin to imagine.''
Or so he said.

However once everything was said and done you found yourself lost in thought like all the others.
The silence was getting very awkward and so you spoke up if only to occupy your mind for a bit.

''Pesci!''

''H-huh?''

''Please grab a few fruits and bring them here.
I believe we owe that much to Uryu...''

''R-right.''
Your friend then stood up and went back behind his counter to grab a few unprepared Idun.

Meanwhile you turned your attention back to Uryu who looks like he wants to say something.
''Thank you.''

''We had an agreement...
But! Before I do my part, I still have one question.''

''Then say it.''

''How much of this is true?''

''All of it.
But as I said, you need to take it with a grain of salt...
Most of our history has been either wiped out by the shinigami or badly damaged over the millennia.
And... that bit about the King being created by someone... pure speculation.
It's just that once this idea took root in my head I couldn't shake it off and I just needed to share it with someone.''

You raise an eyebrow at that.
''What about your own kin?
You know, your father or that other guy.''

''They were never really open for such conversations...
Neither of them seems to care about the topic in general.''

''Huh...
Well, it might not be much but I think you're on the right track... assuming your origin story is indeed true.''

At this Apacci scoffs at this.
''In any case, you got some pretty effed up fairy tales.
How do you tell this anyway? Do you just... lean in close to the quincy babies that just recently popped out and start whispering ''900 years until he regains his body etc. etc.'' into their ears while they are in their cribs or somethin?''

Actually she has a point there.
If these are indeed folk tales then the Quincy almost rival Hansel and Gretel in terms of messed up stories.
But with everything said and done you have a choice to make.

>Take the kids back home
>Ask them if they want to see something in particular
>Take them somewhere (write-in)
>Other?

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You are Allen Starwind, a starship captain and veteran of the Great Interstellar War. Your starship is old, yet (mostly) reliable, and you must take on jobs in order to bring in enough cash to keep it flying. Last time, you met an old friend, bought some things, and left Thalos. Good luck, and fair skies.

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ZapQM
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Tactical Techniques with Teammates on Take

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Pokemon%20Island%20Adventure%20Quest
https://twitter.com/GobbleQM
Character info pastebin in progress: http://pastebin.com/iB0tb7rz
Dice odds for best of 3: http://pastebin.com/994WTT3g

General rules:

There is a 10 minute voting period after each post. Non-contradictory votes will be combined as best as possible.

Write-ins for all votes are always welcome and encouraged. They may not all make it into the post or be altered to fit in, but I'll do my best to at least try to address the spirit of the write-in.

Very important or contentious votes may be redone in a stricter voting system as circumstances warrant.

Combat mechanics involve three rolls of 1d100, taking the best, and using the base accuracy and crit ranges of the game, roughly, but the 'turn order' will be more like the anime, where sometimes you can do a few moves in a row or be hit by a combo of moves yourself, all depending on circumstances. Stronger moves tend to take more time and have more cooldown than weaker moves, so beware of that timing. Speed is more important for closing ground, intercepting, and other things and doesn't necessarily mean going first. Infact, you can do more than one move in a row like the anime, but so can your opponents.

Call me out on a mistake and receive a suggestive picture, mostly likely a butt.

Pokemon:
Gobble (Munchlax)
Mace (Roggenrola)
Belladonna (Roselia)
Dice (Totodile)

Badges: 2

Recently: Truth or Dare wrapped up, you cracked Jane's shell a little, and you had an encounter with a ghost!

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<- Click here to biggie-size your fries.

Choose your character and name yourself something that includes their color in the name.

All players with that color control that character through votes and dice rolls.

You will be rewarded in this game not for your successes, but your failures. Failing a roll gains your character +1 towards their next roll.

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THE INCREDIBLE QUEST

Your party is stranded in a desert themed shopping mall. You all stayed too late getting lost in the ball pit and when you finally emerged you found the doors were LOCKED. And to make matters worse, this isn't any ordinary shopping mall, but it is in fact rented out to VILLAINS at night to become their lair.

Adventure your way through the mall to riches, glory, and INSANITY!

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"Be gentle with me?" I plead as I stare down the length of the shaft. "It's my first time, so if you would- GYAAHHH!"

"NOT SO FAAAAA-"

SPLOOSH!

-

I can only wonder, as I claw my way out of the lake beside Mistress' house in the forest and try to wring the water from my dress, why I ever thought a flying broom would listen to my pleas. On the bright, I figured out how to make it fly. Next part is not crashing immediately after!

This would probably have been a lot easier if I had Mistress teaching me how to do this properly, but she isn't here. Not that it's her fault, I'm probably just being a little ambitious when I decided to try to teach myself without her to teach me. I have a very good reason, though! I needed to come up with a plan on how to get into the church tonight without the guards that have suddenly been posted outside noticing me and, well, I came up with TWO!

The first was to spend the rest of the day trying to teach myself how to fly on one of these brooms. I asked Miss Angeline, who is allowed inside because she's the Baroness' maid, to leave one of the upstairs windows open so I could use that. Of course, that's only going to work if I actually get a handle on this flying thing..

But that's exactly why I was so smart that I made TWO plans! Because that way if the first doesn't work out I STILL have another plan to fall back on instead of being left completely planless! Smart!

The second plan is to shrink myself with a Shrinking Potion and then sneak past the guards while I'm tiny. I even know from Miss Angeline when the guards shift. That means that they'd both be distracted AND I'd be so tiny that I would be hard to notice. But first I'll practice flying to see if I can pull that off instead because I don't really want to be tiny again.

..wait, 'again'? What a silly thing to say, I haven't tried being shrunk or anything like that yet. This must be that thing Sis calls a 'brainfart'. Oh well, back to practising!

>Rolled 12 (1d20)

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Rolled 33295 (1d99999)

i am retard that didn't see my old post was saved as a .jpg, now i post new map that is saved as a .png

You guys know the rules
>Name
>Starting Location
>Color
>put dice+1d99999 in the options tab for your roll, for example;

in order to declare war; both sides must agree. If you don't know the rules; both players roll, and difference between the player's rolls determine how much territories are taken.
To establish a NAP, both players must agree to it, to break a NAP; both players must agree to it and have to wait 1 turn to before starting any aggression towards each other.

also, to give every player time to take their turn; I will update the map once every day. so players only get 1 turn per day. so make sure to keep this tab open.
your turn will be skipped if you do not respond for over a day, also my job will not allow me to be behind a computer for all hours of the day.

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Hey guys let me know when you are here. Sorry for being late.
Previous thread here >>1296638

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You are John Dallas of the Heimdall crew. You and 7 others were sent to investigate the re-emergence of the Hermes, the first interstellar travel ship of humanity. It had jumped to the Gliese system only to lose contact with earth and disappear for 13 days. Upon its re-entry you all boarded and searched for survivors, finding only the manic William who handed you a memory drive detailing what had happened to the crew of the Hermes and what they had seen. Showing video footage of a long dead alien civilisation and something on the surface of the planet before the crew begin to die, vanish or go insane. After being attacked by either another survivor or some creature you managed to make it off the ship, an official company team took over the operation and you were escorted back to the company base on Titan. Titan, Europa and Ganymede all lose contact briefly after the Hermes re-emergence. Having been involved in a crash and waking up in hospital you have been reunited with your team amidst a supposed workers riot on the moons surface.