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Welcome back to Birth of a Civilization.

Here is where we left off :
The Chieftain takes in the Purples, over 200 of them, almost doubling our numbers.
Soon however the Reds arrive, they demand our total surrender or face annihilation.
They give us two days to decide.

Unbeknownst to them we took several logs out of the wall to create a backdoor.
We use it to sneak out, women, children, cattle and lastly the men.

They debated over it for hours, and the Purple warriors refuse to come along with us.
Our chieftain told them to think of their families, but the Purples would not budge.
One of them came forth and told him "We love our Wives, and our Children, but as much as we do, we cannot come with them, we have a duty to fulfill, a duty to our brothers and sisters who were slaughtered by the Reds. We have failed our people before, we will not fail them again."
With these words, the Chieftain leaves the Purple warriors behind as a distraction, while the rest of our tribe sneaks past the Red camp and moves east.

By the time the Reds demand our answer, we are long gone and the Purples have refused their demand in our name.
A single scout of ours stayed behind with the Purples, though outside the village, to tell us just how many Reds there are.

We are moving through the eastern forest, heading for the vast Plains of the unknown lands, still awaiting our scout's return.
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If you're new and interested in playing, here's how it works:
Everyone decides what our People will do next.
All decisions are made by democratic majority vote.
If multiple decisions are made, only those that do not conflict each other will happen.
Rolling 100 overrides a majority decision.
Multiple cases of rolling 100 will happen in order they were rolled.
Everyone may only roll once per pending decision.
Major historical events, may still occur if the point of Origin remains outside our nation's control. (e.g If we don't own Macedonia by 200BC, Alexander the Great happens, no matter what)
Major Historical events may still occur, if our Nation hosts similar conditions as the Nations we currently occupy, as they would have at the appropriate time.
(e.g If we own Rome after 700BC and our King [you] does some more than questionable decisions, we will become a Republic)
Tripfagging is strongly encouraged!

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Death to Magi!

So far, we have committed the following noble deeds:

>Fought a peasant who wielded an enchanted ceremonial mask.
>Helped an old man avenge his deceased wife, who was killed by the very same man.
>Evaded the treacherous wildlife of Odmazda Krater.
>Entered Javnazagrat -- once the greatest landlocked trading post in the country; now nothing more than an amalgam of decrepit slums located only blocks away from rich clergymen.
>Denied a guard access to your weapons via skillful speech.
>Tailed a pygmali (dwarf) man to a local butcher shop, where he and his friends were soon caught engaging in odd experiments with pigs, humans, and alchemical concoctions.
>Opened a door in the cellars of this building, whereupon you were attacked by bloodthirsty pig-human abominations.

Very little time has passed since your rebirth. Although a lowborn sinner once walked in your shoes, that man is dead, and in his place is the strongest and holiest man in all of Skrivenya Mestikralja.

Or so you thought.

You are in a prison now -- one that smells strongly of spoiled meat and illegal experiments. It reminds you of the days you spent rotting in an undocumented prison, far off in savage territories where sorrowful bog beasts stalked the rivers in solitude.

You are badly bruised, bloodied, and tremendously bitter. This battle was lost, but these scum have declared war through their contemptible actions.

You will not lose the war.

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You are in command over the Imperial Japanese Battleship Hyuga, starting at the very beginning of December 1941. Due to the will of players and that of the dice, history may go quite differently from what we know. For all intents and purposes, this is a wargame. It is incredibly important that you check the Pastebin link to familiarize yourself with the relatively simple dice mechanics, and to check it somewhat often as I may modify or add new mechanics as time goes on.

>Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/GFBJkDYz

>Twitter: https://twitter.com/boatkunqm

>Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Hyuga%20Quest

Last time on Hyuga Quest, the USS South Dakota was sunk, leaving you in close combat just against the battleship USS Washington, with heavy damage recieved.

Your ship likely cannot receive any more damage, you must go on fighting to the last breath!

The gun positions load once again, aiming at the Washington, spotlights blaring across both ships.

Everybody on both ships can feel the tension of the situation.

Make every shot count

(Range Short)

>Roll 3d100

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Your name is Alex Navaal. You used to be a conscript in the Galvean Defense Force, before you got legally declared dead on your homeworld, crippled, and had to get your arms and legs replaced. You are now a mercenary aboard the SC Nero, part of a small group of independent mercenaries.


Last time in SMQ...
We woke up, met some of our crewmembers, and determined what job we're going to be taking.

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Prior Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/997660/
Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Maverick%20Hunter%20Quest
The IRC: suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com, #MHQ
The Twitter: https://twitter.com/HunterCommand
The Recap (thanks to Scarab): http://pastebin.com/wMtuXJM2
Character sheet: https://docs.google.com/document/d/18-L31ukeOd_0XvfqErwY7GogqiwMU8zyIYfXxjTUb-c/edit

You are Captain Anode, and right now there's something you need to do.

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https://twitter.com/ThunderheadQM

Archive (First thread isn't there as it's on a different page. Find it by clicking "Pilot Quest" and scrolling down to July 2016. It's the first entry):
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Pilot%20Quest%201989,
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"So, what's the plan now?" Durendal asked as your small group made it out of the gates. The marine guards giving you a jealous look as they took your ID cards for authentication. And allowed you to exchange some of your dollars of yen, so that you could actually buy stuff off base. The roar of powerful jet engines from the takeoff of a pair of tomcats reminding you that the base was still capable of defending itself, even without your presence.

"Simple, we'll get a taxi into the commercial district. From there we'll just walk around until we find somewhere. It shouldn't take that long." You replied as your group waited at the taxi-stop just outside of the base. In spite of the hike in petrol prices -caused by the Soviet attacks on cargo ships in the pacific- some taxi services still continued to run. However, there were fewer of them around.

Thankfully however, this did cut down of city-traffic quite severely. With more people choosing to either walk in or share cars to spread out the cost of fuel.

"And if we encounter any... issues?" Svetlana asked worriedly from between you and Durendal, having chosen the position due to her lack of a pistol, which was practically mandatory kit for off-base excursions. The kidnap of a pair of air force pilots in Europe by a pro-soviet group had forced the DoD to bring in emergency orders that all soldiers were not to leave base without a backup weapon or some kind, and were not to go around on their own.

"Then we'll deal with them in appropriate manner." You replied calmly as your rolled your shoulders, feeling the comforting weight of your chest holster holding your pistol and spare magazines close to your chest. Your .45 was backed up by Durendal's Beretta 93R, which gave your group a bit more firepower if shit hit the fan. But at the same time, you were still lacking a third gun. Unfortunately, ONI had yet to allow Svetlana to carry a sidearm of her own. The intelligence organisation moving slower than you had expected with issuing her with the appropriate clearance.

"I hope that we won't need to use them." Durendal stated as a taxi and a bus made their way towards where you were standing.

>Flag down the taxi. It may be more expensive, but it's quicker and more direct to the commercial district.
>Get on the bus. While cheaper, it's slower and may not go directly to the commercial district.
>Other (write in)

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(Current thread is still running, I'll just switch back and forth)
I'm going to assume this won't be taken down, as this *does* relate to a quest series. Basically, if you (for some reason) have a question about the world of Cyberpunk Demonslayer, ask away. Other questions are fine, too. As long as they ain't shit.

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>/qst/ Thread Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Beyond%20the%20Gate
>QM Twitter: twitter.com/SmileytheQM
>Character list (Incomplete): http://pastebin.com/ffH25ciB

You step out of the bath and stretch yourself out.

It was nice to get all the dirt out, but you think you prefer the big public baths to Hella's little private one.
As relaxing as this might have been, it was also kind of boring with no one around to talk to.

Well, Coral is here. But she doesn't make for a great conversation partner...

When you've finished stretching, you examine your still wet clothes. Maybe you should have hung them up or something...
Hella probably has a rack or something for just that...

As you're looking for a possible way to quick-dry your clothes, a knock comes at the door.

"Who's there?" You ask.
"It's He-"
"Cows go" Esther says, cutting Hella off.
"Cows go who?" You ask.
"No, silly! Cows go moo!" Esther says. You then hear her giggling from the other side.

"Hey Yuu. It's Hella" Hella says, now that the joke is done.
"What's up?" You ask.
"We brought some of you clothes from Locke. Ilica noticed that you didn't pack any" Hella says. "Can I come in?"

>Sure

>Give me a second

>Leave them out there

>Other

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Rules:
>open a creature in MSPaint and add one evolutionary change to it
>post it with a description of the update
>sometimes events will shake things up, the creatures that didn't adapt will go extinct except for the original ones
>no creature goes extinct unless specifically stated after events
I'll come up with an evolutionary chart but any help is welcome

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>>Previous threads

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Dragonball+quest

>>Writeup Pastebin

http://pastebin.com/nzPARvE8

>>Information

This quest, as the title suggests, takes place in the world of Dragon Ball. You're playing as a twenty-two year old man named Tofoo, and will adventure through the story of the Dragonball series alongside characters such as Goku, Yamcha, Bulma, Tien, and many others. Through your actions, you can make significant changes to the story, and perhaps even become the strongest fighter on Earth.

>Rules

At the end of each update you'll have ten minutes to vote on options. Write-ins are allowed, but I do reserve the right to veto them.

In the event of a draw, the option to receive the next vote wins

Rolls will be used on certain occasions, such as attempting a technique for the first time or attempting something extremely difficult. You will have three rolls, and if one succeeds, you succeed. There are no crits.

Rolls are made AFTER an option wins, not during the voting process

I hope everyone has fun.

>>Current Saga

24th World Martial Arts Tournament

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

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The Planet Sadla is an inhospitable little planet on the edge of the galaxy, a death world where only terror reigns. It comes in many forms: the massive carnivorous beasts that stalk its surface, the harsh and unforgiving habitats, and most of all in the mold of one supposedly sapient species, the Saiyans. Carving out an existence on a world like Sadla hardened the Saiyans, transforming them into fierce warriors. Unfortunately, this quickly resulted in ecological crisis.

You see, as the Saiyan population grew, the myriad of animals they hunted for their meat had their own populations diminish rapidly. While the creatures large and strong enough to beat them off remained, the relatively easy prey animals (by the standards of a death world, recall) nearly ran out entirely. With so many extinct or endangered species the Saiyans were left a problem: what could they eat?

Being Saiyans, the natural first choice was each other. They would raid each other’s tribes for slaves, using other members of their own species as mere cattle. This proved only a temporary solution. As the Saiyans feasted on one another, their own numbers dwindled just as the numbers of their former prey had. It did not help that their massive appetites left little room for breeding their slaves in captivity, as they were almost always eaten too quickly for such a thing to occur. This, now, is the point of Saiyan history where things change permanently for the better; well, if you are a Saiyan, that is. Otherwise it is but the beginning of a long nightmare. One group of Saiyans, uncharacteristically tired of the constant inter-tribal cannibalistic warfare, invented agriculture.

This one invention revitalized the Saiyan race. Swiftly it spread from tribe to tribe as slaves spread the information to avoid being consumed by their captors. Now, instead of enslaving other Saiyans for the purpose of eating them, they realized they could get much more food if they enslaved other Saiyans for the purpose of forcing them to do farm work. With formerly nomadic tribes becoming sedentary, it was at this point that the first Saiyan civilizations began to rise.

Our protagonists, of course, are one of these soon-to-be civilizations. But first, one question:

>Where do they live? (Note: all environments on Sadla are equally hostile)

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"You know, I'm glad you're making an effort to acquire new friends. However, be warned that this ship can only handle so many passengers. Also, by ship I totally don't me myself, though my inherent programming requires me to inform you of a soft limit in the "patience" parameter within my core algorithms."

"No need to be jealous, GLaDOS" you reply nonchalantly.

The vibrations of the engines thrum through the ship's metallic hull as you look through the flashing streaks of hyperspace outside the cockpit window. You're taking the Corellian Run, a historic and well-established hyperspace route, to the edges of the Outer Rim where Ryloth, Tatooine, Rodia, and -off the beaten path somewhat- Excarga. You'd been on the route for more than a few hours by now, and probably passed Corellia itself a while ago.

You'd been concerned after Dae, the fiery Twi'lek padawan and your latest boss, had revealed the nature of your assignment on Excarga. Apparently, it could potentially be the location of a new Crystal Cave -making it also the site for one of those Jedi Temples. You...don't know too much about the Jedi or their religion. Their adherents have a Temple on Coruscant and their faith is not only sanctioned, but fully encouraged by the Republic. You, like most others, only know them by the stories, the urban mythos passed from person to person until whatever kernels of truth they may once have contained have morphed into legends of miracles, saints, and the supernatural.

And that girl back in the cabin sure doesn't come across as a saint of any kind.

But, there was the alien, the Jedi Master back on Coruscant. You remember the strange actions of the nurse at the hospital when the Jedi, Vandar, had simply waved his hand. Maybe the stories are true? Maybe they're just a load of bantha fodder? Either way, you have better questions to ask now, mainly about your job. Still...

>Head back into the cabin to see Dae. You hardly know her, and left for a while to get your thoughts straight.
>You want to stay here and ask GLaDOS about her opinion on your newest crewmember.
>Check the navicomputer for details of your ETA, as well as the galactic sector in question you are arriving in.
>Check the last news you recieved on the Republic Comms. You can't receive any transmissions in hyperspace, after all.
>You wanted to look up some information on something or someone, with GLaDOS's help (Who? What?)
>Write in

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After a somewhat tiring fight with Marr the big man came out with a pretty crazy idea to you.
He wants to train up Dante in the underground systems of Negal, the same place where you achieved Segunda Etapa and almost died.
However you are still uncertain about his intention and so you voice your concerns.

"I still don't get why you'd want to do this..."

"He's wastin' his potential... I don't like that.
And I keep losing... which I also don't like.
So it'd be killing two birds with one stone, I'd have a training partner and he'd also get good."

Ah, so that's why he's so generous all of a sudden.
He just wants a training partner.
But with that sudden dawn of comprehension you notice someone jumping into the arena and making her way towards you.

Wang swiftly runs towards Marr and jumps on his back.
"Is that right?
You're going to Negal?"

"Yeap!"

"I'm coming too!"

"THE HELL YOU ARE!"
Marr explodes at her.

"If you want to train down there you'll need someone to provide light or you won't see each other you dummy!
So I'm coming! Whether you like it or not!"

"GRRR! DAMN IT WOMAN!"

While the two are busy arguing with each other you go ahead and close the wound on Marrs right arm while your own is also mending.
Trying your best to ignore them you focus your attention on the arm while also looking at the blood soaked ground below you.
It appears that during your clash not only did Marr loose a lot of blood but so did you, since the high pressured crimson liquid shot out of your system at an incredible speed the second you suffered an injury.

Realizing just how much blood you've lost you start feeling a bit woozy once the adrenaline wears off.
Just in time for Marr to turn his attention to you.
"KAIZAR!
TELL HER SHE CAN'T COME!"

With a sigh you reply to him.
"She's an adult Marr. She can decide what she wants to do.
Why do you care anyway? It's not like anythings set in stone yet..."

"BECAUSE IT'S D-"
He pauses for a moment.
"Never mind...
Anyway, what do you mean by that Kaizar?!
It's a fucking great idea!"

>Allow him to take Dante away
>Forbid it
>He should talk with Dante about this
>Other? (write-in)

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> Tuesday, August 19th, 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

Cuddles rest himself on your shoulder as you brush your hair. Your crew stand around you, doing up their faces and hair for today's work. “Did you guys hear the news about Christie's walker tank?” asks Winona. You all look at her, weirded out. “Apparently they have a practical prototype ready to showcase in time for FleetFest! It's going to be great to see!”

Stack rolls her eyes. “Dare I ask what tank they cannibalized to build it?”

“They cannibal- Hey!” Winona huffs, turning away from Stack. “If you must know, they -remodeled- an M3 Lee tank. It's mostly the original parts, but the suspension has been removed and the upgraded engine powers the four legs.”

“Sounds like a Metal Gear,” says Ingrid.

“I know! It's like a Metal Gear! But cooler!”

Josephina says, “Are you all looking forward to FleetFest?”

“More than I've looked forward to anything else,” says Stack. “Y'all don't seem to realize, but FleetFest is a really big fucking deal. Everybody gets together and shares everything! We'll actually get to meet some pretty cool folk, we'll get to catch up with Meryl or Dix or Salome and even Oryola! It's the biggest party this side of the Atlantic I hear!”

You smirk a bit. “Hopefully it'll be fun.”

Josephina gasps, then her eyes widen. “Oooh! I hear Robert A. Heinlein has a fledgling Helicraft program too!” She smiles, looking at you all excitedly. “They'll have the Cobras and the Apaches, I even hear they have the gunship variant of the Chinook!”

“Wow!” Winona grins. She knows what it's like to be a fan of a niche sport. Even Ingrid smiles at Josephina's genuine enthusiasm. “Can't wait to see!” Stack simply snickers bemusedly.

> Head to work.
> Take a vacation day. (VACATION DAYS: 4)
> Other

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First thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1077236/

In the early 2050s, unknown life forms called “Oracle Cells” begin their uncontrolled consumption of all life on Earth. Their ravenous appetite and remarkable adaptability earn them first dread, then awe, and finally the name “Aragami”. Angry Gods as the people of the Far East began to call them.
In the face of an enemy completely immune to conventional weapons, urban civilization collapses, and each day humanity is driven further and further toward extinction. First, the Finnish biotech corporation, Fenris have launched their research into the Oracle Cells have came up with the solution to combat the Aragami; the God Arcs, and those who wield them, the God Eaters.

You are Aleph. You don't know if that is really your name, but decided to designate yourself as such.
You woke up almost two days ago with no recollection of anything, with and giant mouth that can be ejected from your chest the devour Aragami cores.
You've helped out a team of God Eaters, then promptly left. Found a guard named Joseph watched out for his ass during the night, and helped him to find the recovery team during the day. Upon arriving the local Fenris branch, you promptly explained things to the secretary who your situation -leaving out the shady parts.

Aleph is in a round, well-lit room, sitting on a portable hospital bed.
he will
>A) Sit patiently trough all the examination
>B) Freak out when they come to the needles
>C) Refuse invasive examination
>D) Write-in