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ou are Purps, a Starborn. You don't remember much or feel much. But with how hectic your recent life has been, you've rapidly developed certain emotions and grown in both power and enemies. Between your weird dreamwalking abilities, flashbacks and meeting a crazy past self you went to Murillo, you're home a long time ago. There you met your daughter and were filled in on The Vipers; assasins of the Republic who murdered your family. After a standoff with a bounty hunter you're now heading to town and the great unknown.

The amble back to Tinton is a lovely walk with your friends, birds are singing with glee as Honamurei teases Luc about the little girl Felicia and her romantic intent for him. Zoning out of such a conversation is easy for you, after all you don't have much care for stuff like

"Purps?" Hona says at the end of something while you were busy admiring how deep the green of these pines are.

"No!" Luc protests furiously with red cheeks.

"Wait what's going on?" You ask looking at Hona literally holding the kid as he flails wildly at her with fists.

"Vell you see-" Hona begins while Luc steps back and the world goes blue.

When time restarts you are relatively unsurprised when a giant stick is broken over Hona's head and her hat is gone. Biting your lips so you don't smile you try to adopt your usual blank face as Hona rages, "Vhat the- Vhere is my?"

A Beat.

"How did he do that!? Vhere did you go!" Hona's legs tense as she prepares to become a blur of motion hunting down your young companion.

> He can stop time

> [WORRY] Try not to kill him

> [PRIDE] His training's coming along well

> Write-in

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As-Yet Un-Pretitled Bleach Quest!

Yes, it's a title in the works, but welcome!

As-Yet Un-Pretitled Bleach Quest is a quest set in the Bleach setting, however, it's AU, so there aren't going to be any of the same characters showing up. Except the Soul King, but the Soul King isn't really a character, he's more like furniture.

The combat will be a lot like Bleach, what with swords, and magic, and the quasi-magical stuff the Fullbringers can do. The factions will be pretty similar too, The Thirteen Court Guard Squads, the Hollows of both the Living World and Hueco Mundo, the Quincy (and Wandenreich, of course), the Visoreds, the Fullbringers, and the Arrancar.

Along with characters, the timeline and story will be significantly different, so don't be under the impression that everything will be the same.

Now before we get to character creation, I have one thing to ask you.

You want Extra KUBO on that?

>A) No, in fact, I want Light Kubo.

>B) No, I'll just take Regular Kubo.

>C) Not today, thanks, but Full KUBO sounds good.

>D) Sure! Extra KUBO sounds great!

>E) Extra KUBO is for pussies, give me DOUBLE KUBO.

Warning, do not choose DOUBLE KUBO if you have heart or spine problems, or are nursing or pregnant.

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>You were just a lonely college student.
>And now you're here, on the beach where you're taking part in a voluntary government experiment.
>50 Million dollars to survive on this beach home where a different monster attacks you every time night falls.
>You don't want to acknowledge the reality of death, but instead embrace the possibility of success.
>50 Million and the experience of a lifetime, plus friends.
>You sit on the porch of this beach home.
>Sun slowly rising over the horizon.
>Salty sea air, cool breeze.
>Soft sound of the waves upon the beach.
>It feels like a dream.
>Your partners, they should be arriving soon.
>Funny thing is, you know these guys.
>Donovan and Maven.
>Well, you know Donovan at least, Maven on the other hand..
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>As the Sun rises you see two people walking side by side along the beach toward you.
>Donovan is wearing a military jacket and carrying a tactical military backpack.
>Maven is carrying a plain black backpack.
>You stand up as they see you.
>Maven seems a little nervous, but seems to compose herself quickly.
>"Yo! Anon it's been forever."
>She sets her bag down on the sand and reaches out her hand.
>You know her from somewhere.
>Probably..
"Uh.."
>"It's me, Maven! Remember, from college?"
"Y-yeah.."
>She sighs.
>"It's no big deal. I think, maybe I remember you a little more than you remember me. I was always more of the type to kind of fade into the background."
>She forces an awkward chuckle.
>You clear your throat.
>Donovan is looking around with a rather tensed expression.
"Hey, you ok?"
>He's quiet for a moment, Maven turns her attention to him as well.
>"I'm fine Anon. We have a week before the battle starts."
"Oh yeah, guess we do have a little bit of downtime huh?"
>The waves are crashing in the background.
>Gulls are cawing.
>Maven speaks.
>"The scenery is so pretty here, it feels more like we're on a tropical vacation than a bloodthirsty battle to survive huh?"
>Donovan appears to be deep in thought.
"Got something on your mind Don?"
>"It's this beach, we should take time to explore our surroundings I think."
>Maven smiles,
>"I agree."
>Donovan shoots her an unnecessarily dirty look.
>Maven frowns slightly.
You clear your throat again.
>"Yeah, uh.. Let's do it I guess."
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Lets start up a Civ thread!

Rules
1) provide as much detail to response as you want, the more the better
2)ties are won by first post
3)Have FUN!

first 3 for race, next 3 for location

if you wish to include some suitably vgue backstory for the civ then do so

EX: we are a village of escaped slaves,one of the children has been exhibiting strange powers

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Last time, our hero Krystal cloned herself, made a deal with a Duke, and got sick on her birthday. It's been a week, and her sickness has worn off, which is convenient, because it's time to retake the city of Diluvium, which was ravaged by out-of-control storms over a year ago. It's rumored that the Death Pauldrons, a "creatively-named" paladin order devoted to the god of fire, is on their way as well.

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The greatest secrets are often those hidden in plain sight. Treasures lying out in the open that can wait decades in being discovered speaks to a certain cleverness of those who buried them, either that or brazen hubris. Whatever the case may be, today marked one such special discovery for our young protagonist, a century’s worth of irreplaceable knowledge falling into her hands after decades languishing on the shelves of her local bookstore.

Naturally, when the truth came to light, Mama wasn’t one to play ignorant with Mr. Martin. Instead, there came a new round of negotiations and discussions of what was right and what was fair and who stood to make what profit off of this. In the end, unfortunately, neither was very well equipped to figure out the last of these, the book full of arcane gibberish seeming to make no sense to anyone save the voices who couldn’t begin to estimate the value of what lay before their eyes.

This was a job for a wizard, they knew, and Cassandra being the one most likely to come into contact with one next, so it came to pass that her trip home saw her dragging a cart behind her all the way, Cici and Iris happily bouncing along in the back with open pages in front of them.

The real question was where did they go from here.

> Write-in
> Suggest activities for the next couple days

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Absolutely nothing is sure at any time, except that this old man is very fucking asleep. Like,
very. The hat had kindly requested to remain over his white and dusty hair, and Roomba
waited for you to finish patching the Wings before asking things. Moody went back to the
EKE generator, Atma is piloting the ship, Trash and Vaal went after Preah (who fell to the
Surface), the hornmother is napping, and the What has been missing for, at least, a whole
day.

Which leaves you with the toaster at the humble sick bay room.

And a sleeping old man.

"First of all, I thank you both from both our hearts for this endeavor." And that. A talking
hat. "If it wasn't for you, Wallace would still be arguing with Saint Peter at heaven's door after
trying to bribe him. Thank you." It's looking straight at you, so you fix it to look at Toast.

Who, of course, smiles as if her mouth was broken. "You're welcome. I'm very happy the
two of you are ok. Feel free to stay until you feel better!"

The hats laugh without motion. It has no mouth. "That won't be, young lady. This man
already felt better some decades ago."

"Oh, I... see." Roomba gets a hand up her mouth. She seems to sink in thought. "Do you
know what happened back there?"

"We got- raided!-..." the butler's voice now sounds like an angry butler's voice, "...by
BLACK MEN. Bastards; all of them."

Both you and Roomba share a slight look. Then she squints at the hat.

"Black men?"

"Yes!," the hat erupts. "Rats and backstabbers, the lot of 'em. They got in, then
shot my partner. Disrespectful. Inane. They left us stranded to the mercy of the wind, didn't
even had the guts to finish the damn job."

"That must have been terrible," you are a toaster say, dimming her orange eyes. "I was
wondering, what are you and your partner dedicated to?"

"Underwater resource retrieval, young lady," the hat says, with more than a hint of pride.
There's, still, that slight static almost every Fake shares. "You'll see, of course, the Wings
is a hybrid."

"Scavengers," you say out loud.

Roomba turns to look at you.

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You are Golden Sparrow, a Zenith caste Solar and former resident of Thorns. You grew up a poor orphan living on the streets, until you were taken in by a kindly old smith called Grey Ox. When the undead came to attack your home, you and Grey Ox were separated and you were forced to flee your homeland. Now, unsure of what to do with yourself, you make your way towards the Hundred Kingdoms in the far east, where you hope you’ll be able to hide from the eyes of the Immaculate Order.

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

Discord: https://discord.gg/GQMr35k

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Chapter 4: Hall of the Mountain King >>1253092


Chapter 5


June 14th, 1977. Southwest Portland. 2 PM.

"Shoo! Shoo! Get off, it's mine!"

You wave your hat wildly at the dog with your free hand as the two of you play tug-of-war over a piece of beef you found in the garbage. You found it first, but this damn mutt ran up on you and tried to snatch it out of your hand. The little sneak-thief! Now it must pay! Or at the very least let go.

You finally pry the beef from the pest's jaws after several minutes:of struggling, and greedily wolf it down. Strictly-speaking, you didn't NEED to scavenge food: you have a fat roll of Benjamin in your back pocket. But, living on the streets as the Autumn Court's street informant, you felt that it helped to play the part.

With lunch done, you squat down in the alleyway and get to thinking about what to do today.

>Follow up on a rumor? (Rumors found here: http://pastebin.com/2a3H84FR )

>Visit someone you know?

>Hit the bricks for new leads?

>Visit the Goblin Market?

>Head to one of the Courts?

>Write-In

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Your stuff was stolen.

The wagon is stopped in the middle of the road. Chestnut is neighing at you. The wool trimming of your winter coat and the ends of your long gray-white hair are getting dirty because you’ve dropped to your knees, but you don’t pick yourself up.

Because your stuff was stolen.

All the stuff. You had clothes and fabrics, pillows and blankets. Things you needed to sell, because of how much it took to buy Chestnut and a wagon for her to pull.

You were supposed to take them all up north where a family friend was going to help you and teach you, but then those little scaled people came and, and...

Maybe the other sheep were right. Maybe becoming a merchant is impossible for you. Maybe nobody would have bought your things anyway.

No, no. You promised you wouldn’t cry-

You hear footsteps crunching on the rock and dirt of the trail, coming from behind you. Travelers?


>

[ ] Try not to cry.
[ ] Ask for help while not crying.
[ ] Ask why there’s a fairy on her head.
[ ] And whether the wolf will eat you.

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Welcome, everyone, to SMT:Devil Survivor Quest- Hopefuly, everyone will enjoy it. Rolling system will be elaborated on when neccesary, and


The year is 2017. It has been 2017 for around... 7 hours, judging by your phone. Damm, that was a crazy party- and it´s going to be a crazy hangover, you´re sure of it. You spent all night out in the beach partying with your friends... You´ve finally gotten some rest, which you think you deserved, after the three of you came to the norhtern coast of Spain as exchange students from Japan- it was very weird at first, coming to somewhere so different- but its grown on you.

You get a message on your phone...
But first, who are you ? Are you male or female?
What is your first and last name?

And about your friends...
A young man, of 16 years of age- An expert in anything computer related, and more of an otaku than he´d like to admit in public, he doesnt really enjoy this place as much as you do, and misses Japan- not that it stopped him from partying last night with the people from your class. He isn´t very good with girls.
>What´s his name?
A girl, a bit older than both of you- 17 years of age, she was always a bit of a delinquent back in Japan, having repeated a year due to poor grades. She tries her best to seem cool and above-it-all, but she´s kind of awkward when someone isnt intimidated by her tough act. She´s always had kind of a soft spot for you since you got her out of trouble back in primary school.
>What´s her name?

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Born as a commoner, fate had much in store for the young Jean Capet, as his Lord, Jandant de Labendai took him in as his squire.
Years later, Lord de Labendai died without heirs, raising Jean to the rank of a Lord with his last breath.
However, the realm had fallen on hard times after two years of sickness that had befallen Lord Jandant de Labendai.
Still, there was hope. Jean took up the name and title of Lord Jean de Labendai, first of his name. In only a few months, he has proven a prodigy at ruling his lands, restoring what was left of them to peace and order, making many friends, but also a few opponents along the way.

Right now, you are locked in heated discussion about war and honor with Lord Daymarque, a neighbour of yours currently gearing for war.
>Look, Lord Daymarque... my lands are situated right next to yours. It's not even been a year since some of my provinces changed into your possession.
you say, taking a deep breath.
>If anything happened that only resembled war in the slightest way, it would definitely hurt my provinces, which I can't afford to happen. Please tell me, is there any way to solve this peacefully?
Lord Daymarque still is shaking his head, but you can see some kind of grin appear on his face. A bitter one, though.
>Look, kid... I'm not sure you are old enough to understand this, but I'll tell you anyway. My honor was hurt badly, which is already disgrace enough. Then, my chance to get satisfaction for this was taken from me. I'm an old man that needs to get this last satisfaction somehow, otherwise, I see no way I could rest in peace.
So this is what all of his aggression is about? He's still holding a grudge on Lord Dupont due to the things that happened in their youth? And now that he is old, he wants to see it finished? And starting a war because your rival is neither willing nor really able to duel you? Either he is completely mad, or driven by something highly dangerous. Or possibly both.
>When my father became Lord Daymarque, he was the first one to carry this title. Before this, we were a small, insignificant knight house. With the things that happened back at castle Saint-Michel nearly a life ago, we were doomed to fall back into insignificance. It took my whole life to keep my house from falling into disarray.
He sighs.
>All the ambition, the talent and everything else I had was needed to maintain my place. I could have grown in might and significance by so much more otherwise. How can I look my father in the eye when I meet him in the afterlife, if I can't even get my revanche for all of this?
Again, he sighs.
[cont.]

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You decide to go to the festival. Everyone loves festivals... well besides you but that's because you never went to one! Ever!

They sure did look fun on TV, with all the food and fireworks, but it seemed scary and you could always see the fireworks from your window and always eat the food your dad bought for you.

Your mom offered to take you once but you chickened out... But not this time! This time you will preserve!

You hope!

You manage to stitch up a Yukata just in time for the show to start. Its a purple thing with yellow skulls shaped into flowers. It was a rather nice pattern you got custom for a Alolan shirt line you were doing.

You let Weiss out of his ball, lifting the injured fox in your arms as Planny and the others scamper under you. To think eventually these Pokemon will evolve and this will get a lot worse. That's... pretty weird to think about.

Youd hate for Tok to try to run up you as a galvulantula as he does as a Joltik.

Now that you are in a festival you got a few goals ahead of you.

>It's got to be the games right? That's a mens romance... though you are a girl.
>You know what you like? Food, you know what festivals have? Food.
>It's a festival right? Doesn't this mean you should go on a date or something? (You can call anyone you have the number of to go on a rad date, or one of your party members or pokemon)

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In a city over-saturated with supers who aren't always heroes, you play as Tyler Fortune, a college student who just wants to play baseball and pass all his classes.

Last session ended with you finishing most of your work and then getting kidnapped by your friends to go to a wild house party.

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PHASE Quest Soundtrack: https://open.spotify.com/user/jayordanny/playlist/6ddVLSL4y6LnJJQMrtS4ZV

"Spare Time - Club Drive" is the theme of the current arc.

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After getting lost in the bayou during an outing for your college ecology lab Trevor, you, wound up in some strange hidden realm inhabited by creatures like goblins and trolls. Initially it was quite a scary place as you were taken prisoner and nearly didn't survive. With some cunning though, you played upon the prejudice of the orc chieftain of a tribe here, and prompted a challenge to power. With dirty tricks, cunning and a bit of luck, you managed to win. This caused an uproar among the tribe but after much deliberation and consulting traditions, they agreed upon giving you a chance to try out being the new chieftain.

It has been several days since then, as you continue to adjust to this strange land and its ways, as well as the workings of the tribe and your new accepted role as chieftain.

>An open ended game, what do you do?