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I think this QM is literally insane.

Welcome, you lovely fucks, to a quest about that stuff you did before, the one that hurts to
remember. In this quest (and maybe irl too) you are a hellfire-scorching autist who speedruns J
rpgs and takes bushido very seriously: Emil.

Some of the stuff that has already happened:

-You got your very own, personal Snacks! A phantom that follows you everywhere and suffers your shit with you, no matter how hard she tries to stop it.

-You finally spoke with some of your classmates:
Priscila (the unreadable, tall sports girl), Romina (the dere-dere araara that you just realized had always lived next to you),
Cold-hearted(the ones with horns and foul mood, always with Romina),
Ado (the big blonde ultra-adonis that's always with the girl of your dreams),
Mina (the peaceful girl of your dreams),
'Snacks' (a big black guy that deadlifts in the middle of class),
Valery (Trish's lovely friend that you want to fuck- the one that got her to take care of you),
and Trish.

-You met Lumina, who's now your girlfriend. None of you are exactly sure about what that means, but you ain't sharing your cookies with /no one/.

-You got bullied by Wrinkles, Glasses, and Jeansman.

-Trish finally decided to put up with you in order to save the world from your way of life.

-And some other stuff I fail to remember.

This time, since I'm busy as fuck, we are going to run a bit differently: in slow, intense mode. Posts will be long with a lot of time in-between, and choices will be very more meaningful.

Without further ado-

>>1772298
Don't forget you kissed Trish AND Lumina, not at the same time though.

>>1772007

The following is information you have collected:
>The Archivum is a worldwide network of academic nature that is studying the ruins of the past. They pay well for artifacts.
>Nissa went to Lethbridge to return to Korlanis
>the 14th legion turned on Alainn and are now the raiders under the orders of a general
>There is a city called 'Korlanis' Where Nissa came from.
>Kantrel fell apart underground due elitism and pale horrors lurking in the underground sea
>Ollam used humans as nodes of their data network
>A very prolific Archivum archaeologist might have an idea about who you are.
>Clark was present during the disaster of Otharthur that led to the ban of magic.
>An Anomaly in Inis forest is producing strange things.
>Pisteia is a princess
>Clark can read people's minds
>Uriel is Garvelton's son
>The garrison of Graggen is part of the military of the country the duchies are part of
>Faerie exist in another world and can pass through anomalies.
>FEATHER has come from somewhere not of this world and bear weapons comparable to Alainn.
>Alleria is a fae, and her daughter is a shapeshifting creature.
>Alleria, Lily and Clark are stabilizing Inis and repurposing it for FEATHER.
>You need to remove the turrets in your fort.
>The madman appears shortly after the Flying Specter does.
>Garvelton got away during your battle.
>Harvest Festival is in celebration of Vor'Ma, a god of an Alainn religion.
>Almeda went to the Grand General (your glorious leader) directly just to be deployed in the same area and time as you.
>The Madman does exist, and he left behind crops.
>Dragon Rangers are interfering with Archivum activities in Titan's Arm
>Raiders have a main base in Titan's Arm.
>Something is destroying golems in Lothos.
>The strange laboratory is filled with fae dust from killing fae. A pale horror was destroyed almost instantly.
> the strange laboratory bears patterns and tech that is impossible.
>The Flying Specter is in Lothos.
>Someone who is afraid of FEATHER is tracking you, and has infiltrated the Hunter's Guild.

Current tasks:
>find the madman and have your body restored

Your current score:
Land Claimed: Koro Duchy Manor.
Vehicles obtained: 4 (+1 extra)
Airships: (Unnamed) - Archivum cargo airship
Permanent party members obtained: 7 (3 unavailable)
Allied factions: FEATHER
Harvest Festival Partner: Almeda Irnan
>Memento: Vor'Ma's Tankards. - an item you and Almeda have one each of from the same set. It is an omen of a strong bond between the owners if both tankards are from the same set.

>continuing

>>1772015
Archive:
1 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1676106/
2 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1686643/
3 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1697785/
4 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1709083/
5 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1720224/
6 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1752926/
7 - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1761985/

>continues

>>1772020
>>1771944
>>1771961
>>1771995
The golem lurches towards you, you hear klaxons blaring. Footsteps can be heard for just a moment before the golem swings with the creaking of tortured metal.

>19
You open fire, unloading on the golem and destroying one of the hearts. Pisteia charges into the swing with her blade.

>17
You hear a voice crackle from unseen speakers. "Vee! Floor 9, Air tower! Golem's up!" It sounds like you'll have company soon.

>15
Almeda pounds the golem with gunfire. A turret emerges from one shoulder. It releases it's own spray of bullets, but you manage to skirt out of the gunfire.

>17
Your counterattack is unleashed on the golem. Another golem heart stone shatters. the golem's eyes flicker. Pisteia strikes again, disabling the turret. The elevator dings.

>15
The door is blown open as a shot flies through it. None of your party is in the path, but the golem gets hit head on. It lurches once and breaks into fragments.

Heavy footsteps sound in the hallway, getting closer.

"Intruders. This location is property of the Independant Research Union. You are tresspassing." The voice is that of a young girl's. The lights are dark, but you can see the glow of eyes staring at you down the hall on approach.

"Very high power output detected. Approaching entity's weapon outclasses the patrol tank." Artoria states, moving away from the door.

What do you do?
>Prepare for battle and ambush
>Attempt to communicate with approaching entity.
>Try to speak with voice on the speakers.

>>1772562
A.

>>1772562
>A. Keep an offensive footing
We have struck them, they will return in greater numbers...or we strike them back before they can...word will spread so we must act fast.

>>1772562
>A. Keep an offensive footing

Multi-civ game.

Shove it up your ass.

It's not nearly good enough for anybody to want to pick up instead of making their own.

>>1774415
This

>>1770503
Thank God. I thought you died or something.

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>>1770518
Same.

>>1770503

Dam StoryT you gave me a scare.

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>>1770503

[PART 1]

We began our journey in the Badlands, a neutral buffer zone between the Western and Eastern Territories that was just too shit for either side to properly claim. After dealing with some minor engine troubles, our Hero John left the ramshack transport, and his asshole 'boss', behind for the town of Bo Shan, a small trade center compmostly of Easterners and some of mixed blood. Finding the local bar, meeting/flirting with the elf owner, repairing some lanterns for a man called Goo Hwi, and then ending the night helping the bar owner Sierra clean up after a drunk group of guards trashed the place all quickly happened in sequence. John and Sierra swapped stories before heading to sleep.

The next morning resulted in a quick shopping trip and trip to a newly found Ruin to explore it.

Too bad 'Jun' was a bandit.

>>1773146


As the tingle gets stronger you know EXACTLY what's about to happen and before either of the girls has a chance to react to the strange behavior you bend over, the tell-tale feeling of air rushing over your head as Khrone jumps over the chair in an attempt to jump onto your back. This had once been a prank and bully sort of thing he had done when you were younger but nowadays it was more of a simple “pay attention to me” maneuver.

Thankfully having been the recipient of this maneuver for the better part of ten years you had become rather adept at knowing when he would do such a thing. You can’t help but enjoy the sight of the short teen on the ground ahead of you. Before either girl reacts you begin to chuckle and sit back up.

“Come now, Khrone I’d have thought by now you’d know not to do that.” You tease. You aren’t sure if its just the reassurance of having him around or being able to make a fool out of him that gave you the confidence in your voice, but you weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

He perks up to say something but before he does he locks his sight on Yang and in your head you feel the growing headache it will be until he gets a hold of himself. It had always been the dynamic between the two of you, he was the one that was good with the ladies, and you were the one that was good at keeping HIM from being too good with the ladies.

You still wouldn’t forget the face that one Mayor's daughter had made when you caught him trying to smuggle her away for a more...intimate evening.

“Oh shush up tin-man! You know it's harmless fun.” He replies, a large smile on his face.

You would love to tell him that the two girls beside you knew about why that would be an appropriate nickname, but seeing the gleam in Yang’s eye you think better of it. Once the pleasantries are finished (with a tiny bit of corralling on your part to keep Khrone in line) the four of you continue to joke amongst yourselves before the boarding announcement is made. As you make your way up the ramp into the massive flying devices hold you think of what you’ll do while aboard.

>A. Explore the ship, maybe meet some new faces
>B. Stick with Khrone, you feel sort of bad for ditching him...or did he ditch you?
>C. Stick with Ruby and Yang, they don’t seem to mind you so far and maybe it’ll be a nice change of pace.
>D. Other.

>>1773202
>C

>>1773202
>>A. Explore the ship, maybe meet some new faces

>>1770662

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Fuck yes Overwatch Quest.

Aww yiss. Somehow missed the last two threads, so good to be live again.

Best time of the week!

BIG FAT TITS

IT'S A BIRD PUN

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[Before I get this post finished, can you wonderful people give me rolls?]

You stand in God's Garden Base in the territory of Colorado, deep within the rocky mountains. Around you men in army fatigues trot around with cables and gear. They are busy setting up low-signature power generators and hanging the stars and stripes. You watch. They are copies. Copies of good men, who lived good lives until they gave them for their county.
One of the copies you are particularly fond of; Jake Malone, ex CIA with a penchant for destruction. There are about five of him now. Five Jake Malone's, four at this base and one in a base in Arizona. You look down at a data pad you hold. Jakes are not the only thing you have.

>Supplies/Personal/Equipment
God's Garden Base
10 Advanced Barracuda Assault Drones
20 Special Ops soldiers
3 Jake Malone's
2 3D printers
Enough Carbon Ink for ten more personal
Sundowner/Helios

Arizona Base
1 Jake Malone
10 Special Ops
30 Barracuda Assault Drones

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And how could you forget Dr. Manning, the man who's interest in theoretical science will keep you one step ahead of the traitor states? You call a meeting in the command bunker. Srgt Rick of the special forces, Two Jakes and Dr. Manning all gather. You stand by a holographic display, with the states of Colorado, Arizona, Virginia and Carolina hovering in the air. These are the states you have somewhat of a presence in.

In addition to soldiers and drones, you also have something called a data core, a device capable of attacking integrated systems and bringing them down. Maybe not so useful in the partitioned united states, but outside in China, the EU or the Russian Federation it would do excellent work.
"I've call you here," You say, addressing those gathered. "For us to decide our next move,"
Jake3 taps a palm on the table. "Let's use some Barracuda's to turn Carolina to glass. I'm still pissed they kicked us out with a single armor division."
"No, no," Dr. Manning says, shaking his head. "We must lay low, can't have them finding us. I have so much to study, to research,"
"And yet we need more men," Srgt Rick says. "Thirty special forces soldiers isn't enough to run two bases. We need to link up with the militias in Colorado, or move the Virginia militia here if they'll agree to it."
You listen to these men, leaning back in your chair and putting your hands under your chin in thought.

>Should you harass anyone with the Barracudas? And if so who?
>Should you send anyone out to recruit more men? And if so, who?
>Should you send any of the Jake's to infiltrate, and if so, where?
>You have the strange man Helios, should you utilize him?
>You also have the data core, ready to attack, should you use it?

>>1769623
Whoa OP you're back

>Should you send anyone out to recruit more men? And if so, who?
A Jake and 4 speical Ops to link up with the Colorado militias

>Let Dr.Manning have his research that he wants. Maybe find out more about the strange man Helios

>Have Jake and some Special Ops scout out the happening in Arizona and Colorado

For now we're going to lay low.

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Mera grumbles in frustration.
"Oy!
So ye'r just frustrated because your gut told you so?!"

From the confines of your chest a purple light begins shining just barely.
"I wouldn't say it was his gut Mera, more like his heart."

"Oh... so it' was you shiny rock."

"Indeed.
I fear that in the near future a great calamity will befall the Young Master.
One that will make those parasites you call the Zero Squadron seem like insignificant insects in comparison..."

"Oh-kaaaay...
That's not ominous at all.
And why are you so vague?
Aren't you like all knowing and stuff?"

"That's an exaggeration."

You slam your hands on the table once you finish the maintenance of your knife.
"There. Done."
Then there was silence.

Mera, a bit taken back by your sudden action, looks at you.
"So what are you going to do about this... premonition?"

"I have a few ideas..."

>Visit Yata.
>Go to Marr, the oldest being you know.
>It's time to gather some of the heavy hitters
>Other? (write-in)

>>1769569
>yata and marr

Two of the greatest minds of existence

>>1769569
>>Visit Yata.

>>1771076
>Read Mr. Bennett's email
>Check Anonymouse

>>1771121
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5-rdr0qhWk

>Read Mr. Bennett's email
>TO: Solomon Read, Sofia Carrollo, Keith Allan, Ruth Florez, Donna Price, David Evelake
>MESSAGE: I need to speak to you all about your after-school club I'm sponsoring: You guys need a name.
>There's also another problem, which I'll speak about when we're able to talk next.
>P.S.: Donna, my mother is not an 'old hag'.

Looks like his anger is fairly restrained. Unfortunately, it's clear he was eavesdropping on your eavesdropping.

>Check Anonymouse
>ANON: Man, that's some Area 51 shit.
>ANON: not anime related >>>/cropcircles/
>ANON: Must be some sort of publicity stunt for the convention, how else do you explain this woman showing up in all these photos but nobody knowing who she is?
>ANON: she's not even human. scary shit, my dude
>ANON: It's a costume, dumbass. She's shooped into the photos. It's not that hard, good God.
>ANON: i keep telling you all, this board gets werse every day.
>ANON: Learn to spell, loser.


In math class, the teacher calls on you.
"Read! There exist two categories for functions called 'continuous', or that sufficiently small changes in the input result in arbitrarily small changes in the output, and 'differentiable', which means that the derivative can be defined for it. What's the difference?"

>>Continuous vs differentiable
>All continuous functions are differentiable.
>All differentiable functions are continuous.
>They mean the same thing.
>They're exclusive to one another.
>They're un-related.
><Write-In>

>>1771239
>All continuous functions are differentiable.

I can practically feel my math professors giving me deathglares.

Did something spooky happen to Vox?

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>>1768574
You pocket your phone and slip back into the dressing room where Fancy is still in her underwear you really should have expected that. She gives you a wry little smile and raises her eyebrows with a 'well?' kind of expression.

"Keeping in mind that I might die tomorrow?" you begin, carefully.

"How big a 'might' is that?" your friend asks, worried.

"...You ever read one of those articles talking about how scientists have a hard time telling normal people things because they have to use language that seems ambiguous?"

"It's like that?"

"It's like that," you agree. "I'm confident, just...realistic. Battle isn't safe."

"Go on then," the dancer prompts. You take a deep breath and lace your fingers together.

"There's a shop where I work glass, sometimes. I'd like to take you there, and to dinner after. As. Y'know. There's a word for this."

"A date?"

"That'stheone."

Fancy laughs, and she smiles, and your heart melts a little. "What does a gal wear to glassmaking?"

"Uhh...honestly, things that won't trail or light on fire? Do you. Do you have anything like that here?"

"Colors. This is a dressing room."

You step back outside to wait. Fancy leaves the room, eventually, in slacks and a short-sleeved shirt, with her purse over her shoulder and her hair pulled back into a bun. "I'm driving," she announces. "You just give me directions."

Fancy's car isn't anything to write home about; the old Chevy is only alive because she maintains it herself, a fact you had to see to believe if only because you could not reconcile 'bunny costume' and 'auto mechanics'. The bottom of the car fights an ongoing war with rust from the winter road salting, which it is barely managing to win with Fancy's help, but she rides smooth and makes decent mileage, and that's all a dancer's budget could really ask out of a car. You get into the passenger's side, buckle up, then tighten your seatbelt.

"You never did tell me why you don't drive," Fancy comments, as she gets into the car.

"I am not anywhere near drunk enough for that, and it's super depressing," you not-explain. She starts the car up, and the two of you drive off.

> Small talk. SMALL TALK
> So...how long have you been thinking about this, Fancy?
> Ask her about something (what?)
> Write-in?

Fucking cockblocked by writer's block, sorry this took so long. Tomorrow will be better.

>>1768954
>> So...how long have you been thinking about this, Fancy?

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>>1767481
IT FUCKING BEGINS

second

>>1767481
In the Bastion system thousands of Ahkam ships emerged from the Storm Gates over the toxic world, wiping away the the patrols and picket fleet within moments as kinetic rounds and swarms of countless strikecraft tore away their shields and hulls. They formed into two vanguards and split their attentions on their two prizes.

While Urdir was the system that the Armada made the Matriach bleed, the Bastion system was where they denied the Matriarch of priceless treasures.

Rukor stood heavily guarded by a combined fleet of the Armada and Obsidianborn, their blockade stalling the attackers for several hours as they whittled away at each others forces. The massive Treeships sent by the Armatocere hold the line, their Thorn fighters shedding from their hulls like pollen in a storm to duel with the swarms of strikecraft mainly composed of the esat fighters. Several times groups of Destroyers and Battlecruisers that are recognized as specializing in orbital bombardment of both ground troops and weaponry attempt forcing their way through the blockade only to be stalled and turned away by the network of Terrordromes protecting the planet like a net.

Alarms rang out over the cities of the ructu, urging them to seek shelter as they rush from their homes to the bunkers built by the Armada. Terrordrome halves float over the shimmering shields that protected the ructu capital city. Stonestar warriors from Bastion stand alongside Legionnaires as they helped the ructu natives prepare, the waters around the protected cities swarming with aquatic Reconstructed just below the surface.

The force of Ahkam invaders that turned outward toward the supermassive gas giant and its moon of Bastion found themselves stalled as they attempted to cross the asteroid belt that split the system. They were initially hounded out among the hollowed out asteroids where thousands of Armada and Obsidianborn strikecraft came pouring out of hidden hangars, Nails and Gunships fighting alongside Stonestar piloted Dervish fightercraft to rip into the foremost invaders. Crit-bombers race alongside the Ahkam ships, the bioships deploying clouds of crit crawls in their wakes so the volatile Reconstructed could carry out their eager tasks.

From deeper within the asteroid field emerged the defending fleet, capital ships using the asteroids as shields to fire from behind. Where an asteroid had been mined and hollowed their interiors were replaced with countless missilepods and mounted guns, lonely Pilots and demi-Think Tanks unleashing their arsenals before they are shot down or detonated. Where the Ahkam thought there was only lifeless stone hidden Shockdromes and Obsidianborn defensive craft lash out at passing vessels, their powerful necrotic and geokinetic weaponry carving through shield and hull before they could retaliate.

The serpents are at the gates and their war has come for you and the Armada

>>1767402
>Explore the cell

>>1767402
>Explore the cell

>>1767402
>>Make some noise

Explore a part of the city we don't usually go to.

>>1775220
Head to work i guess

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>>1775225
>>1775223
Ah Greasemans, how you've come to hate working there. The boss always give you shit. I mean come on, it's too much to ask to not come to work hung over!

Hang on, why is there a queue?