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>What sort of quests would you like to see more of?

Personally historical shit gives me the biggest boner. Pic related is about the thirty years war.

And I would make one too, if it werent for my inability to type faster.

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PREVIOUSLY ON STARSHIP IDOLS: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Starship+Idols

The first response to an Arachnid raid on Titan Station was to break out the guns. The Matanza MOIWs were broken out of the suitcases and were locked and loaded for combat. Security teams, knowing you, Azuma, Mills, and Burkett were MI handed you some old Pulse rifles as well. You really wish you still had your service sidearm at this point, but you can probably claim one later. The Idol team was quickly moved out of the dining hall and through the hallways, escorted by a sizable team of Hotel Security Officers. “We have to get you all to the Safety Shelters!” You hear the raid sirens in the distance, and feel another rumble hit the hotel. Another explosion. All the civilian staff duck down and start cowering when they hear the kaboom. “Ma'am! Follow me!” yells a Security Officer. All of you run out into the lobby.

“Wait!” you yell. “What about my parents!?” You stop, grabbing one Officer. He looks at you past the visor on his kevlar helmet. “Where are they?”

“Your parents are safe! They have Security teams leading them to safety now!”

“Are you sure the Shelters are safe?” asks Nonon. Azuma quickly wraps his arm around her, strongarming the Pulse rifle.

“The Shelters are graded to withstand nuclear blasts, they can hold hundreds of people! We'll be fine as long as-” You all hear a massive explosion uptop. The civilians duck and cover while you armed men and women raise your weapons. The hotel shakes, the lights flicker.

…

Suddenly the ceiling gives way. Two Officers are immediately crushed by debris. And atop it now are a trio of very ferocious and fierce Arachnid Guards Warriors. They turn to you, their optical goggles flipped over their eyes, and holding sleek, long, yet dulled plasma rifles. They spot all of you, screeching and clicking their vestigial pedipalps together.

> ARACHNID GUARDS WARRIORS <
> More fierce, better equipped, and even smarter than the average Warrior. The Guards Warriors serve as elite infantry on the frontline, and also as heavy commando teams in raiding operations. There are not very many of them, but the few that there are can be an equal match for any trooper. <

There's only three of them of course. And the minute they turn to face you, they're immediately lit up by Pulse Rifle fire from all of you. Their shells are shot to pieces, but the anemic effect of Pulse rounds means they still have enough feeling in their muscles to get shots off. Of course, this results in one Officer getting pasted by a plasma shot, losing his arm instantly and most of his chest. “Jesus Christ!” screams Nonon, hiding behind Azuma and Mills.

The last Guards Warrior skitters and crawls about, wounded heavily. Charlie quickly runs up to it, then fires several shots into the nerve case, silencing it for good. “He's dead!”

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Your name is Haskell, son of Sven. A young Norse man of about seventeen, and heir to a family that has long since begun spiralling, and a farm that has been fallow for too long. A father who lost most of his hand raiding, a mother who took ill on a sickness brought back on the longships, and a brother who’s entire raiding party hasn’t been heard from in six months, presumed lost to the sea.

That’s turning around. A local priest explained the recurring dream you’d been having: prophetic in nature, a way for Odin to let you know you’d been chosen as a Paladin, a champion of his religion along with your three oldest friends. Unfortunately, neither him nor anyone else of his pantheon can contact you until you find the mythical Atlas of the Conqueror. It was last held by Charlemagne, as is rumored to be somewhere on mainland Europe. That doesn’t matter so much, though. They say you don’t find the Atlas; it finds you when it thinks you’re ready for the vast responsibility it places on your shoulders.

Important Links:
Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Norseman
Last thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1113929/
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This world is a world full of magic. Each living creature possess magic and many can harness its power to use in daily life. This has led to the world being full of strife and challenge. The strong rule the weak and the weak serve the strong. You are one with the potential to be strong, but will you be able to reach it and guide your nation to victory while you do so?

Welcome to Magical Civilization Quest. In this quest you shall do your best to lead your nation to victory in a world full of magic and fantastical creatures. Last time we dealt with some enemies of the settlement, but also found of more potential threats. We also found a magic flower. Here is a link to the archive.

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You (Spongebob) finally get a day off but what to do?

Go on a rampage

Go Jelly Fishing

Tell Off Crabs

Go Mess With Sandy
Go into Squidward's house while he's at work

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You are ███████...

> Once you were a god, you think you were a god. There seems to be something is wrong with your mind. There are significant gaps in your recollection, and what you can remember seems incoherent, disordered, splintered...

> You appear to be suspended in an endless white expanse, an insubstantial place devoid of time, space, matter, or energy...

> Do as thou wilt...

In this game each player takes on the role of a fragment of a deity's consciousness. You have omnipotence, and may create, influence, or destroy anything you desire...

How to play: Submit a command. Commands will be enacted based on how many other Anons in the thread support it. If there is a tie I will roll a die to determine which command will be chosen. I will be updating every 15 minutes...

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You are Miranda Styles, a relatively unscrupulous magical girl currently working for Silver Eye Solutions, a umbrella corporation for magical girl mercenaries such as yourself, located in scenic The Intersection, a dimensional nowhere and everywhere where you rest, recuperate, live, and get details for your next job.

Currently, you’re checking out the Armory of Dynamic Methods, a rival/friendly PMC organization also from The Intersection whom you’ve agreed to do a joint job with. This is why you find yourself and your workmates/friends Lorelei Vedder and Izumi Yayoi watching Dynamic Methods pilot Icey demonstrate a jetpack by tumbling through the air like some kind of strange bird or ballerina.

It’s pretty slick. You’re trying REALLY hard to not be jealous. Mostly succeeding.

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I'm starting a game of Europa Univeralis 4, 1444 start. If people know how to play the game, comment and we'll decide what to do when events come up and who to invade.

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Eclipsed Moon Quest Episode 144
Sheets and Info: pastebin.com/u/phantomcrossing
Twitter Account: https://twitter.com/Artemis_QM
Ask.fm Account: ask.fm/Artemis_QM
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Quest Intro

You are Mikage Chiba, second year high school student, fifteen years old. You used to be the third woman to carry the mantle of the magical guardian of love and justice known as Sailor Moon, after your mother and older sister. A year and a half ago you had a traumatic experience fighting the corpse of the father of your best friend, struggled victory leaving you thinking you had killed the
man you had set out to save and prompting you to abandon your heritage. More than that, the relating emotional collapse lead you to abandoning yourself. Developing disguises and personas to inhabit and do the things you could not in secret, to live while you let yourself wither, you carried on.

Now you know the truth and have been taking measures to put yourself back together, reconnect with old friends, and make new ones. More than that you’ve been doing your best to support your younger sister, Koyomi, as she has become the fourth to carry the title as Sailor New Moon.

Quest Start

Yesterday was intense. Yesterday was on fire. Yesterday was hard. Yesterday you almost lost people precious to you.

A friend. A sister.

Until you denied the call of death and wrenched them back to you. Using powers that could shake the foundations of the world you said no...and then burned their successful killer with purifying light. Because you are magic.

Today, you don’t know what today is. Everything after the rooftop already feels like a blur. Vague explanations to Hisako Ito and then parting ways with her and the still barely conscious Hanako Minami. Disbelief among your Knights and the Senshi that the girl had kept up with all of you, with someone on her back. It settled in your mind that you might be making an offer to her about making a difference.

Now, now it’s just a normal day. You’re walking to homeroom and it is just a normal Tuesday.

You dragged your sister, Mikage, out of bed this morning and took a morning run together. She protested, you had a mostly silent time together of it after her initial complaints until you talked sparsely about what happened the night before. It was during cool down stretches in your mother’s garden. Pausing, you duck into the stairwell and reflect on it. On her words.

She knew, in the aftermath, exactly what had happened to her. Though at the time…

“It was like I was sleeping,” she explained earlier and without prompt suddenly to you with a soft voice while running a hand through one of her pigtails, “like when I fell asleep after using all of the crystal...I could feel more energy just beneath where I usually draw from,”

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You are Alex Navaal, an 18-year old conscript in the Galvean Defense Corps, and you this is the story of how you died.
Pain. And fear.

That's all you felt in these last few seconds, laying in the blood-soaked mud that is the battlefield all around you. Beside you, your dead comrades lie broken like toy soldiers, limp and bloody. The smell of blood, rain, and smoke hangs heavy, clogging your nostrils with their stench.

Your life flashing before your eyes, the dull roar of now-distant guns fades as you remember, unbidden, your first few weeks in the Galvean military.

Who are you?

Gender
> Male
> Female

Specialization

> The Rifleman
> The Infiltrator
> The Scout
> The Engineer
> The Demolitionist
> The Heavy
> The Sniper

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In a time of global conflict, the elite international task force Overwatch formed. Soldiers, scientists, adventurers, and oddities: together, they ended the Omnic Crisis and restored peace to a war-torn world. For a generation, the heroes of Overwatch protected the world, inspiring an era of exploration, innovation, and discovery.

After many years, Overwatch became troubled, and finally disbanded. Without them, world conflict and terror rose again. Governments weakened by strife ceded power to mega-corporations and private security forces. Some omnics returned to war with humans, while others remained peaceful but faced fear and violence. Overwatch was gone…but the world still needed heroes.

You are a young man who's been many things: adventurer, treasure hunter, freedom fighter, and international criminal. Recently you encountered the re-formed Overwatch: a grand title for two ex-agents, Winston and Tracer, operating as outlaws out of an abandoned Watchpoint. Despite their down-and-out-status, or perhaps because of it, you were inspired to join them. You left your old life behind to become the first recruit of the new Overwatch.

Now you and Tracer are travelling the globe, defending the people of the world from harm and searching for potential agents to rebuild Overwatch. The world needs heroes. Maybe you can be one of them.

Updates: https://twitter.com/ravenkingquests

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The Races of Admor:

Admor is currently populated by “Tier 1” races. That is, nothing “extraplanar”, inherently magical, demonic, angelic, summoned, created, etc. Just the basic races. If the one you want isn't on the list, ask, it may be allowed.

Aerfolk: Age 75 SA: Flight, arcane magic affinity. Short Fragile. Popgrow 3%

Dwarves: Age 150 SA:Craftsmen. Cooperative. Quarrelsome. Short. Popgrow 2%

Elves:Age 150 SA nature affinity. Diminished stature. PopGrow 2%

Faery: Age 1000 SA: Fey Magic Affinity. Small to tiny. Popgrow:*

Gnomes: Age 100 SA: Illusion Magic Affinity. Short: Popgrow 3%

Gnolls:Age 35 SA Enhanced movement speed, tracking scent. Quarrelsome. Popgrow 8%

Goblins: Age 30* SA: Industrious, cooperative, quarrelsome. Ravenous appetite. High metabolism. Limited darkvision. Sunlight allergy. Nightvision. Diminished height. Physically weak. Crafty. Low Morale in absence of Alpha. Popgrow 12% *an alpha's age is extended if he overeats.

Halflings:Age 85 SA:Optimistic, Cooperative. Stealthy. Popgrow 3%

Humans: Age 50 Special Ability: adopt technology Popgrow 6% annually.

Kobold: Age 60 SA:variable metabolism, can hibernate. Natural armor, scales. Affinity fire magic. Popgrow 3% (eggs)

Lizardfolk: Age 100 SA: Slow Metabolism (reptile) Hardy. Popgrow 3% (eggs)

Merfolk: Age 200 SA: Breathe water. Affinity Water Magic. Popgrow 1% (rare eggs)

Ogre: Age 100 SA: Strong. Hardy. Dumb. Efficient metablolism. Popgrow 2%

Ork: Age 35 SA: Hardy. Industrious. Quarrelsome. Sunlight Allergy. minor darkvision. Night Vision. Popgrow 7%

Serpentfolk: Age 250 SA: Slow Metabolism Affinity Charm Magic Darkvision 15' Venemous bite. Solitary. Territorial. Popgrow 1% (rare eggs)

Each player will begin the game with pop 100. You'll “spawn” in a hex very hospitable to your species. You'll be able to survive there even if you do not build shelter. You're either tolerant to the elements, or there are natural features in the hex for living in.

Fog of war is in effect, if you haven't been there. You don't know it exists. A magical fog covers the face of the planet, and when it recedes, everyone is present and all ecosystems are running and we find ourselves at turn 0.25. We're going to go in seasons for now.

When your people spawn, they have all the knowledge to survive in their home hex, in the stone age. Although they don't know how to build shelters, there are members of each group that “know how to do things”. Bob knows how to start fires, Linda can find edible mushrooms, Frank can tap out a funky beat on a log, Wilma knows how to smack rocks together and make ax heads, etc.

Chat: https://discord.gg/Ytqbf

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Welcome to fantasy merc quest! Enter a world of magic, guns, blood and glory!

Voting time is usually 10 mins, but it will be longer for character creation.

First, tell me about yourself. Are you a man or a woman? What is your name, your age?

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>Add whatever you want to this paining as we make a great painting.

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You lay beneath the covers shaking. Terror controlling every muscle and bone in your body. You play the events that transpired only a few hours ago over with horrific detail.

You tried acid, it was a house party and your best friend Tyler brought some and you didn't want to seem like a bitch so you took a hit. You've heard of bad trips but what just happened was so vivid it shook you deeply.
You remember the party, cool beer and thumping music, never really your scene to be the party type. So you decided to crash and try to sleep off the high before class tomorrow. As you drifted off the blankets were lightly tugged off your sleeping form.

"Fuck off Tyler, I'm trying to sleep." You muttered pulling the blankets back up only to now have them violently ripped away.

You sat up rubbing your eyes.
"Tyler, I'm trying to get some goddamn..." you trail off as you see not Tyler holding the blankets but a monstrosity.
Nearly six feet tall, skin pale as pronter paper with the occasional black vein visible. He stood fully nude but with no genitals, like an eldritch ken doll. His face seemed to be cut straight down the middle, he lacked a mouth and his eyes were covered in a black crusty paste, though you suspected no eyeballs really existed in his sockets.

"Have you ever played Hide and Seek?" A voice asked you, a painful scratching in the back of your mind flared up as the words forced their way into your consciousness.
You sat silent then it put a hand, pale and clawed almost, on your chest and forced you to lie down. The face got only inches from yours and black flakes of it's eye crust fluttered down onto you.

"You will answer!" The voice demanded in the painful whisper that sent a bolt of pain through your temple
You try to speak but your throat refuses, so you manage a simple nod.

The horror smiles, you think, the skin stretches tightly around it's lower face.
"Then let me inform you. We have been playing, your whole life. I have always been there, hiding. I was the shape you saw in your peripherals, the voice that called your name from seemingly thin air, and the man you swore was following you just a bit too closely on the streets. But I grow weary of our dance, weary and very angry. What is the point of hiding if you will not seek, so here are the new rules. I will hide, more blatantly and obvious as time goes on and force you to madness. When your driven to insanity, when you can no longer resist the urge to gaze upon me, you will be mine." It whispers through your head, the words turning your blood to ice water. You are covered in blanket. You hear the clicking of its grotesque nails on the wooden floor and then a dull scraping. Then, nothing. You shake your head and come back to reality as you realize someone is calling your name. It's Tyler, you prepare to tell him about this bad trip when on the wall you see carved: Find Me.

Tyler opens the door.
"There you are, look we're gonna be late for class."