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Current situation. There's a bus where the front wall of the bank used to be. Structural damage....not yet severe enough to warrant evacuation. Ragtags Revenant, Monkey, Tubs and Chemi'cal are accompanied by an unknown creature. Its black as soot and masculine, like a monstrous version of my brother, mixed with some sort of fish and reptile by the shape of its features and limbs. Revenant is still in her altered stare and wants to kill me, so nothing out of the ordinary there.

I'm guessing she also threw the buss through the wall, as neither she, the two useless idiots, Chemi, or the unknown have suffered injuries akin to wrecking a buss through several feet of solid concrete and steel. This probably isn't good, not that I don't think I could at least come up with some plan to overcome these jokers again. I mean it would be much more difficult since I just have Emi with me, but still with the right planning and tactics, being out numbered means little to nothing. Especially when you have a plasma powered weapon and the ability to phase or create a disposable army.

But I am not worried about myself, I am a chimera, I may not like it, but we were designed for a purpose .Even if I refuse to follow it.

Yes, I am not worried for my own safety, even though I'm in quite a pickle and currently facing down two, potentially three dangerous Ultras. No I'm worried about them and everyone with in a few mile radius.

Revenant is a force of destruction, a force that grows much more devastating as her rage overrides her senses. and that is without even factoring in her functional immortality and inhuman resilience.

Chemi is mad, plain and simple. Violent and volatile. anything that happens to revenant can potentially send into her in a murderous rage. However she Doesn't look upset or mad at me for some reason, however her production and control of an acid that is far more potent than any sort I've seen is a threat I can't ignore easily, as she could bring this building down if she used it correctly.

The unknown variable, the black...creature with fish like fins and predatory teeth...I have no clue who or what that is, but I doubt The ragtags would bring anyone who wasn't at least somewhat strong...besides Monkey and tubs.

Then there are the factors on my "side"

Emi, has anger issues and can teleport. Might end up endangering herself or others in the coming confrontation. May have to reassimilate her for her own safety

Moriarty. From my experience, he is blunt and to the point,and has absolutely not reservations about using violence and or murder to get what he wants. He's also strapped with two more guns than I have inside of me. He might kill someone
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(A Multi-civ game)

In the year, [Turn 0], the Empire boasts its strengths in having a cooperative multi-racial nation. Through the unique skills presented by each different race, the Empire led in many aspects of advancements. Of course, this couldn't have been done without the leadership skills of Emperor Bello, the Reborn-er. Through his leadership, the Empire was happy, successful, and great.

Until, the Emperor died that is.

[Now you play as a noble, who has to lead in this time of need when the Empire is leaderless, a powder-keg of racial tension, and all the while other nobles get in your way in whatever your goal is.]

Hereditary, Noble Builder.

>Lord's Name:
>Fluff:
>Skill: (Keep blank)
>Bonus: (Keep blank)
>Kingdom's Name:
>Color: (Also write your location)
>Fluff: (Fantasy Races are allowed)
(Keep blank everything below)
>Military:
>Supply:
>Buildings:
>Technology:
>Storage:
>Magic:
>Bonus:

>New players:
Can take over/replace afk nations or become a supporter/hero/or solo person.


>Setting: Medieval Fantasy. All race is fine. Magic is severely limited.

>How to play?
Just think of a regular civ-game but each player controls one civ.
Each player has 2 actions.
Use these 2 actions to build your nation to whatever you wish.

>Location:
Give me the location you want to be placed.

>East, South, West Castle
Controlling one castle gives 1 bonus action.
-Requirements
Must control all the land around the castle or the players around the castle gives an unanimous vote to give you the castle.
Can not control another castle or the Capital.

>Capital
Controlling the Capital gives 2 bonus actions.
-Requirements
Must control the land around the castle.
Can not control a castle.
Players with 50% of the territory of the whole map must vote you in.

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Introduction:

I will GM you like you've never been GM'd on QST before. No, no, that's pure bluster. But we're going to try something.

Genre: Science Fiction Fantasy, Sci-Fan

Rules:

1. This is crazy but. The first four people to post here, get to make up the main characters. No joke.

Write a NAME, a DESC, and an inner MOTIVE.

Keep the character within the genre - I can choose to reject a character.

2. Once the main characters are chosen, pick one of those characters and change your username to that character's name. You, and anyone else who chooses that name, will be making all the decisions for that character for the entire game.

Try to stick to just one character.

3. After the characters have been chosen, I will make the first post and everything from there on will be in character. Try to stay in character for the entire game, and use the designation OOC: <text> for out of character comments or conversation.

And Have Fun!!

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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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Welcome back to Alien World, anons! When last we left off, a thriving coastal ecosystem was created. The thread is still up if you want to continue it: >>1136626
But things are changing in this young world; a new creature, the Emina (pictured) has evolved- though their larval form is water-bound, in maturity they take flight, feasting on microscopic airborne bacteria. Under the waves, the beds of Irakoweed, Seafruit, and Whip Irako spread far and wide; some eventually find themselves climbing up and up...until they eventually reach the land. Many die, but after thousands of years, some manage to take root on the beaches of Alien World.

Want to get evolving, but haven't before? It's easy!
Simply pick a creature you want to evolve, and modify its picture slightly, giving a brief explanation of what and why- While the 'rule of cool' still exists, evolving simply to evolve is not really in the spirit of the game. Post the new image as a .PNG!!!
>But Wheelie, I can't draw!
Neither can I, join the club :^)

Charts of existing organisms will follow shortly, as they still need a bit of work.

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You wake up as an attractive (relatively) black man with lots of money. You are an enforcer in the inner-city drug trade.

You receive a text from Eboni (pic related) asking you to come over, but you see some rival gangsters in your street looking menacingly

Posessions:
>Glock 17, 38. Magnum, Range Rover, large amounts of cocaine and marijuana stocked away, and a rowhome.

Doubles or one decides what happens next

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The Raiders – Part 10

A Colloquy serves many purposes for a cadre, and this one is no exception. A slow look around refreshes the feeling of pride that you always feel when you have collected a group of warriors to do battle in the Her Majesty's Unspoke Name, regardless of how you may feel about her or her plans for you personally.

And this particular group is as diverse and interesting as they come.

Welcome back.

We resume The Raiders Quest with a party, where Akko has collected her Cadre in all it's glory, along with a few unusual guests: Rana Najla, an ifrit wishcrafter that Akko's dragon has taken a shine to; the wounded skulker Jiyua, who has promised to craft a magical rune for Akko to protect her secrets; and Yustuoc, Akko's half-orc slave, currently bound in discomfort and awaiting punishment for her temerity (and for Akko's amusement).

While Auena, Tzanzi, Schechei, and Falna have not yet arrived, they will do so in due time. However, the party will take a great deal of time and be the source of many interactions, so a vote was conducted to chose certain highlights to focus upon. Each will be dealt with, and many other tings will happen at the party, but these are the things Akko will find most memorable (and hopefully, the players will find most enjoyable).

So we begin with a choice concerning which of these pleasures Akko and her Cadre indulge in first. Tags are given as suggestions and may or may not include other things as the players decide. Numbers of participants will vary in each, so duo, threesome, foursome, moresome aren't immediately apparent (but easily increased or decreased).

[] Akko's New Spell. Dragon on female, dragon on dragon, fireplay, magic.
[] Rana's Spanking. Spanking, pain, petting .
[] Fixing Cyrillian. Magic, mind-control, petting, pain.
[] Akko's Research. petting, playful, biting, possible seduction and netorare (but not of Akko, Tzanzi, Siobhan, or Yzia).
[] Bide a moment and watch your Cadre at play.
>Tanzi's Arrival will occur, and includes biting, fear-play, scars, and Akko being marked.

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For many years you lived like others do, so foolhardy and self-centered, blind in your ignorance, but then you discovered the Truth and became enlightened! You took on the mantle of the Truth, and vowed to spread it to all peoples of the world, to the ends of your days, to the final breath you draw.

> What exactly was the Truth you discovered?

> FIRE AND BRIMSTONE AWAIT ALL UNCLEAN! [Puritanical Cult]
> THE BURNING PIT BECKONS! [Demonic Cult]
> DOOMSDAY IS UPON US! [Doomsday Cult]
> THE STAR GODS LOOK DOWN ON US! [Alien Worshiping Cult]
> THE OLD GODS DEMAND THEIR SUCCOR! [Pagan Cult]
> THERE IS NO MEANING, ALL IS NOTHING BEFORE THE ETERNAL VOID! [Eldritch Cult]
> MY DIVINITY IS TRULY ABOVE ALL ELSE! [Personality Cult]

> What Era is the World?

> The World is going through the Dark Ages
> The World is going through the Renaissance
> The World is going through the Modern Age
> The World is going through the Future Age

> What is your name?

> Are you male, or are you female?

> What do you look like, and what do you generally wear?

> What are you best at?

> Fighting [+1 to 1d10 Combat Rolls]
> Talking [+1 to 1d10 Charisma Rolls]
> Understanding [+1 to 1d10 Knowledge Rolls]

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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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"Shirotori 1-2, what's your situation?" You asked as you looked over your shoulder, glancing back towards the falling corpse of the Statsi aircraft. You found it just in time to see the canopy launch away from the cockpit, and the pilot eject. The small silhouette of the pilot only just visible in the midnight sky, your only hint to his location being the flame of fire cast out of the rocket-boosters that propelled his seat away form the jet.

"I've got a pair of Floggers on me, they're trying for guns!" Janice called out as her position was pinged on your helmet. She had managed to break out of the furball, having hit the deck as quickly as she could. Your radar picked up the pair of floggers at barely a kilometre behind her -the dead zone where many older missiles wouldn't have the space to properly track, but but too far away to effectively use their guns- the pair of Floggers attempting to keep pace with her as she kept an erratic flight profile to spoil their shots.

"Freelancer 2-2, where the hell are you?" You asked as you looked down at your armament list. Your gun was down to 300 rounds, and your were running out of countermeasures. You would have to head back to base soon enough.

"In the furball, I've got a fullback on me." Weiss replied angrily, before grunting and speaking again. "He's a slippery little fucker."

"Weiss, I am disappointed." You sighed as you spotted her racing through the furball.

"What do you want me to do?" The princess asked as you considered your own actions. You quickly glanced over and found that she was still carrying a missile. An AIM-7 from the looks of it. One of the F-4s that had engaged the other red flanker had formed up just above and behind her.

"The other Soviet has ran away, we damaged him enough to make him run away." The F-4 driver reported, his tone of voice telling you all that you needed to know about the fate of his wingmate.

>Have Sakamoto aid your sister with the F-4 driver providing her top-cover, you'll help Weiss.
>Provide top-cover for Sakamoto while she helps your sister. The F-4 pilot can help Weiss.
>Bounce the fuckers who are after your sister, have the F-4 pilot give you cover while Sakamoto helps Weiss.
>Other (write in)

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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.

At the moment, you are Alphonse de l'Etoile, knight to house Labendai and also Lord Jean's teacher of swordsmanship. While your Lord is spending the winter on his education, you are left to spend the time however you see fit. After making some contacts with the knights of house Sang-Valois, learning about their ways of riding combat, mastering a new way of sword-fighting and learning about managing troops, you've now gone on a hunt with Lord Sang-Valois' daughter Ariadne.
>Alright men, pack up the camp, we're returning home!
Ariadne said this morning. It was the only thing she said in a while. But you decide not to dwell on it. Might be the smartest thing to do.
>Alright, men! A song, two, three, four!
you call out to your hunting entourage, who don't hesitate for a second.
The whole way back to castle La-Roche, you're singing various marching songs. Of course, you're on horseback, but those songs tend to be the best things to sing during travel.
The cart, carrying the smoked deer meat can't go quite as fast as a rider, so you are slowed down by a bit. Still, you arrive at the castle before sunset.
Ariadne is back to her old, demanding self by now, immediately commanding servants to unload the cart.
After leading your horse to the stables, it's dinner time, which is just as exquisite as every day. Lord Sang-Valois has an impressive taste in food.
[cont.]

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> Sunday, August 17th, 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, Griselda, and Iris sit back on chairs at a TV, watching the replays. “See, there is when the ARVs drop the mines. Simple remote control,” says Griselda. The crews as a whole were busy washing and cleaning the tanks, gotta keep appearances up even in this sweltering heat. “But, here's the issue right now. Today is the flag match. This will probably be the hardest match for us to win today.”

“Why's that?” you ask.

“For one thing, Hadley's tank will be our flag tank today.” Oh. Great. Griselda continues on. “Second, J. Walter Christie will have access to that Karl Gerat mortar. Thirdly, they'll be starting in the hills this time and us behind that town. They'll have the advantage this time.”

“Unless they leave their cover and try to attack us?” asks Iris.

“Which is most likely,” says Griselda. She stands up, then places her hands on her hips. “But, we did win yesterday, let's state that again. If we lose today, it'll still hurt Christie in the long run. Both of us get a point but at least they stay in the Wild Card.” Yeah. You were for sure thankful that you won yesterday. Not much stress now about it. “But... I will say. I am nervous.”

Iris says, “We should be fine. Win or lose, we'll still be at the top of the division.”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

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You are MORGAN, an idol for Clover Entertainment!

Currently, you were hanging out with your best friend Rochelle, in one of your favorite Siberian dives.

"Are you sure about this?" Rochelle asked. She wasn't exactly nervous, but she was certainly concerned. "I mean, don't you still have a bit of family drama going on?"

"I think I made it clear that they can come at me at their own risk." You shrug as you sip some of that nice vodka-laced coffee. "Besides, I doubt they'd come all the way out here."

"This place certainly is rather... rustic." Rochelle says diplomatically

Well, she wasn't exactly wrong. You're pretty sure the Hunter's Eye bar hadn't been built in this century. Most of the construction was still wood and straw. The scant few electric appliances were powered by a gas generator in the back and most of the lighting was done by oil or gas lamps. And the rest of the little village this bar was located in wasn't much different. Certainly a far cry from the bustling megacities like Moscow and Delta City.

But it had its charms. You small as you grasp the warm wooden mug in your hands. It brought back some nice memories, back before you were ever aware of adult worries.

"Still, you didn't do any favors for the Producer." Rochelle sighs. "I'm pretty sure he's still fretting about what's going on."

"Well, I did warn him satellite reception wasn't very good out here." You nod with sly amusement.

"But if you wanted to scratch that hunting itch, why here? There's plenty of places to do it in the States." Rochelle points out.

"Does America have bears the size of battle tanks?" You raise an eyebrow.

"...no." Rochelle admits.

"That is why we are here."

The both of you are briefly interrupted by the sounds of running and cheering. Some kind of event?

>Just stay in and hang out with Rochelle.
>Go see what's going on.
>Maybe it's time to get going.
>Other

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You are Reginald Huxdedoborough, Prince of Mars. Or so you like to think. During your youth, you did a little fencing and track and field at the prestigious Mars University. You were abducted while on your way to union negotiations for your father, a rich shipping tycoon. So far you've:

Joined the alien crew that was going to sell you into slavery
Became an engineer for said crew
Made friends with your former security chief (Vasquez) and a fellow engineer (Adams) after you saved his life
Survived your first mission, which was a trap
Gotten Vasquez into a position of command
Got 400 credits
Learn about your captors, a race called Sarqs
You bought a PDA
Took a hit for a Dakiti, a race known for espionage
Bought some armor
Started your second mission
Looted an old military base
Finished the Second mission
Bought a shield
Got hired by a system-state's military
Participated in a battle
Hijacked a captured ship


Possessions:
Full body polymer armor (55% integrity)
Grade III shields (100% charge)
Ionized projectile weapon (Pistol)
Sleek laser rifle (+1 in CQB)
x5 Grenades
x2 Sresh tribal idols, presumably of hunting and transport
PDA
250 Credits

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“The soil cries out for blood.” – Traditional northern oath of vengeance.

You joked about getting Hartmann a cat, but the old man was one step ahead of you. A sleek thing, black with vivid yellow eyes, was waiting for you when you entered the man's home. It's been following you ever since.

Hartmann manor, as grand as any you've seen in Thar Dreyse, reminds you in many ways of a freshly opened tomb. The walls are lined with wooden carvings and artworks, either cunning replicas of southern totems or genuine artefacts, but a thick layer of dust clings to everything you pass. Some of the rooms you pass could host dozens of people without seeming crowded, yet you've only seen one single person so far.

That one person – Greta, Hartmann's stern housekeeper – leads you through the manor corridors in silence. A tall and formidable woman, with hair and eyes the colour of steel, Greta doesn't strike you as a typical servant. Rather, her sharp gaze reminds you of Camilla. Ministry then, you decide as she guides you, Loch did imply that he'd be watching the returning Scholars after all.

Heedless of your suspicions, Greta knocks sharply on a door and steps back, bowing as it opens. Hartmann, as bright and gregarious as you remember, waves for you to enter. You start for a plush armchair, but then the cat slips ahead of you and leaps up onto it first.

You settle for a firmer, less comfortable seat instead.

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Okay, I once ran a quest a long time ago, about a royal physician/archer/spy but had to stop due to time constraints. I decided to restart it instead of continuing it.

The quest will take place sometime before the events of canon, before the invasion of Earth kingdom by Iroh.

In this thread we will decide on the various things about our character. The character will be male just because I don't think I can do a female character justice.

>Name
>Age
>Nation