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Last time we crush the Goomba Bros, Explored a bit, met Bandy Andy, and find a strange machine.

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After that little conversation you had with your promoter you returned to the minor league locker rooms. Sure you could have just ignored her and kept poking around, but you need to climb through the ranks to be able to fight that chicken again… So you’ll play ball for now. Besides, not like there is anything too interesting in this place, excluding the whole ‘strength draining’ machine that lacks any power source. You might want to get some of your minions to swipe that sometime… Kammy could probably get some use out of it… Although telling her or anyone who would probably tell her where you are is probably a bad plan. At least until your vacation is over.

>Try to find a way to contact your minions
>Talk to some of the other fighters
>Use the terminal
>Write in

Session hasn't started right now, but feel free to vote and I'll start writing as soon as I get back with food.

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Ah, home sweet home.
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.

And that’s currently where you are. After having spent some time on a recent job in a Wild West-style frontier world with a friend of yours, (as well as some others who were ‘coerced’ after you ended up finding some interesting dirt on them) you’ve gotten some well deserved break time. As normal, the first thing you did upon getting back was just soak in the tub for like, hours. The second thing you did was get a decent meal. The third was sleep.

Oh yeah, and you had to pay Lorelei her fair share of the take, too- minus her penalty for getting a bit too ‘loose’ at the end, there. At the moment, you’re left with

>26 Motes (Large)

Thanks to that and Dues. Still, better than you would’ve had have otherwise. And you’ve still got plenty enough to consider splurging a bit…

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As you’ve just paid Dues, you’re not concerned about finances for a little bit, so you can take a bit of time off and unwind a bit. There’s no major priorities nagging at you, but there’s a couple things you could probably check off the ‘I need to do this’ list, and knowing Sal, it’s probably better to do them sooner than later…

>Maybe say hi to Izumi? Hopefully she hasn’t been too bored lately...
>Swing around some stores in the Outgoer’s District; maybe something will catch your eye.
>Finally look into getting that Flamebringer sword treated.
>Other.

(This entire thread is free time, so whatever you want to do, now's the time to suggest it and see if it gains traction.)

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After another hiatus, we will be returning to Moon World Janus once more fellow creators. The goal of this game/quest series is to see how far the evolution of these critters can go, and to make a thriving ecosystem of creatures and aberrations.

As GM, I'll do my best to actively work on phylogeny charts to track the evolutions, and also make random events for the world to drive evolution down new paths. Since I've done this a few times now, and taken the time to observe/lurk on other EvoGames, I've picked up a few new tricks to keep everything organized and streamline too. Also don't worry, we'll be returning to Rieina post-extinction event, next thread.

How to play:
• Open an image of a species in MS Paint, or your editor of choice
• Make one evolutionary change to that species
• Save as .PNG!
• Post your new species in the thread with a description of what evolution you've added and why.
• Details indicating what the generation of your species is important. Please indicate. (Base Organisms are Generation 0)
• Details regarding a creatures size or name are encouraged, but not required.
• Nothing too outlandish. Anything silly or derailing will not be considered a canon species 95% of the time.

Notes:
• Unless stated explicitly, no species ever goes extinct. Old species can still evolve, even if they're not on the latest "chain"
• Try to make your evolutions gradual and realistic in biological standards.
• Everyday I'll add an update Phylogeny Chart to track changes. These take awhile, so please be patient.
• Expect a Random World Event in order to drive new and wonderful evolutions.
• There will be no Mass Extinction Event for this era, but this will be the final era the Base Organisms are available for evolution
• When this thread reaches its endpoint, we will be switching back over to Moon World Janus.
• Have fun

New to the Game?:
• Don't be shy. If you have an idea for an organism and want to spend the time making it, please by all means do so.
• We also have a Discord to keep you up to date on EvoGame stuff, and chat with other folks. https://discord.gg/kk8eJgJ
• I will be making an Imgur Gallery for this EvoGame in the near future (ETA 1-2 weeks) Till then use the Dossier PDF provided for any details you need on organisms we're using.
• There is a Blank Template that you can use to make any organisms you wish to make for this game below.
• Just a note, while it doesn't matter how intertwined your organism is with the rest of ecosystem, the more dependent it is on the existence of other creatures, the more potential your organism has to survive.

The Description of the present Moon World Janus, Setting, and more will be posted in supplementary posts.

Previous Thread for Janus: Janus Part 2 >>980099
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Rules:
You start with 1d4 worth of territory.
Each round you get an additional 1d4 + bonus of territory in the direction you want to expand.
Bonuses are determined by narrative elements.
Expanding into another player's territory erases their territory and replaces it with nothing.
Traveling a sea converts territorial expansion into 2x movement.

To join:
Post the name of your territory.
Post fluff.
Post starting location.
Post your color.

Narrative:
The goal is to create a world with a history of epic battles and empires.
Each round is 5 years.

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this is basically a test game, to see how fast I can do pixel art stuff as people demand, and to see how demand is at the times I can run it. Might still develop into something longer, who knows.
decisions will be made for popular vote with troll stuff being ignored. sometimes rolls will be asked for.


This is your great grandfather Kodros, the great heros of your family. To him, all the men in your family are meant to pay homage, and his actions are what immortalized your name.

A hundred years ago, he slew a frightful beast on the isle that now carries his namesake.

Now, what monster was it, that your great grandfather has slain, and that inflicted such wounds on him that he perished there atop his struck down foe, to be found by his eldest son?

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You are HOLLY, a Titan Pilot for the Frontier Militia!

Currently, you were sitting in the cockpit of your new Titan, BLL-0079, or more colloquially, BLL. You were all geared up and ready to go, and you had established your neural link with BLL, but something felt a bit... off.

In particular, the controls felt a little more sluggish than usual in the sims, and you noticed that some of the Titan's functions appeared to be offline.

"THE REASON IT'S LIKE THIS IS BECAUSE OUR COMBAT EFFECTIVENESS IS STILL ONLY 50%." BLL explains somewhat helpfully. "IN OTHER WORDS, COMPLETE SHIT."

"Gee, you don't mince words, huh?" You roll your eyes.

"AS LONG AS YOU DON'T GET US KILLED, WE SHOULD BE FINE. WELL, YOU SHOULD BE FINE. I'M MORE DURABLE THAN YOU."

"Thanks... I guess?" You frown.

"Quit the chatter." Tarin's voice fills your headset. "Even though Demeter's toast, this is still considered IMC space, so the Vengeance is only going to stop long enough to drop us off before bugging out."

"What's our objective?" Ramirez asks.

"Our scout drones picked up what looks to be a derelict IMC ship that doesn't match our records. We're going to drop in and check it out." Tarin explains. "We're not taking any chances, so we're going down with our Titans on this one."

"AND I'M SURE NOTHING WILL GO HORRIBLY WRONG." BLL muses.

>Request to be part of the search team.
>Request to stay out on overwatch.
>Other

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You are Nemo. Last time, you learned about the circumstances to your acceptance into the Order of Scintillan Knights, and with a bit of negotiation, you’ve managed to choose which public relations events you may attend. You now drift to sleep after visiting Bailout’s resting place two years after the war ended.

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> Year of Jormund’s High Council: 008

An unlikely child finding an unlikely caretaker on the darkest and coldest night within living memory, that’s how this story began. However, that in itself doesn’t tell the whole tale. After all, it hadn’t always just been her and Gil.

“How’s mah wee Filly this mornin’?”

No, Gil had once had a wife, a petite, gentle soul that had seen past the dirt and grime of the forge, seen past the callouses and the scars to the kindly heart that lay beneath. Catherine was her name and though their courtship had been short, there was never a doubt in anyone’s mind that their marriage would be long and prosperous.

With her silver tongue and keen intellect, with his strength and masterful skill, they completed each other in a way seldom seen. And when illness eventually confined the young woman to her bed, it seemed a joke too cruel for even the gods to play. Still, bedridden or no, it had never stopped her from filling both Gil and her adoptive daughter’s lives with love, never taken that lovely, genuine smile from her face until the very end.

--

Felicity wakes in a sweat as the door to dreams slams shut behind her, mind spinning around in circles as the strange dreams of yesterday war with reality. Her breath quickens, her pulse running quick until she finally manages a sigh of relief.

[“A dream. It was all just a dream.”]

The war tax and the strange man selling cursed items. It had all just been a-

Her expression sours as she spies the glimmering ring on her outstretched hand.

> Write-in

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You are Alexander Pallas of House Pallas, an ancient and prestigious Rogue Trader House with a history that stretches back to the Age of Rebirth. A mercenary House that has worked closely with both the Adeptus Mechanicus and Officio Assassinorum, your fortunes, once mighty, have flagged over the past few centuries: the raising of many new Guard regiments and Skitarii battalions has led to the war markets you patronize drying up in the territories your House has operated in of old. It is in these circumstances that you have come to take command of the Absolution, a refitted Star Galleon that has been in the House for over 8,000 years, and has a provenance that traces back even farther, back into the Great Crusade. You have traveled from your preveious post as the Master-at-Arms for the frigate "His Holy Sword" to your ship's docking in the Segmentum Pacificus: the naval port "Iridescence".

Much of the past week has been consumed with the arduous task of ensuring that all the paperwork required for your formal installation as Lord-Captain is complete. As a result, you have yet to take an actual tour of your ship as of yet. Indeed, you have hardly had time to leave your apartment aboard the ship, save for the mandatory physical fitness tests and Inquisitorial psycho-examination for heretical tendencies.

>You are currently in your quarters, drinking a finely-aged wine while lying in your 10000-thread-count silk sheets. A staff-servitor is currently polishing the windowpane that gives you an overview of the station concourse. Your clothes (fine silks hand-crafted by skilled artisans accompanied by a scale cloak made of xeno-hide) rest on a nearby chair, along with your mono-sword, plasma pistol, and hand-crafted laspistol. You vaguely recall a message from your new First Officer informing you that the Absolution is dry-docked in lot U-7-Gamma. A station map provided by staff when you first came aboard shows that there are any number of amusements aboard the ship: gambling halls, whorehouses, and taverns dot the layers nearest the docks. There is also a Naval Office, Explorator Shrine, Ecclesiarchal Temple, Inquisitorial Base, Merchant Guildhouse, and Administratum Center aboard.

>Get dressed and head to the docks (the Absolution, Explorator Shrine, Merchant Guildhouse).

>Get dressed and head to the main concourse (gambling halls, whorehouses, taverns, theaters, Ecclesiarchal Temple)

>Get dressed and head to the administration decks (Naval Office, Inquisitorial Base, Administratum Center)

> "Servitor! Check for messages!"

>Lay in bed and read a book

>Write-In

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ARCHIVES: OOPS
TWITTER: YOU KNOW WHERE IT FUCKIN IS

At some indeterminate time on some indeterminate day in the indeterminate future, you, Rear Admiral (lower half) Ryan Settle find yourself at your desk with *nothing to do.*

For a single long minute, the sheer delicious novelty steals over you in a tide of euphoria. The creak of your chair as you recline luxuriously is a sweet song of victory, the brilliant, clean white expanse of an empty inbox contributing an apropos sense of Zen. When you were still struggling for rank your one luxury was waking up in the middle of the night so you could roll over and go back to sleep - and even that meager surcease packed up and hiked to Gilead when you gained your own command. Going into this assignment you knew full well that the world has been thrust into a new and terrifying age; where the legends and terrors that have lurked in mariner's hearts for countless ages have manifested full and terrible to haunt every corner of the globe. An era where all man's pretensions of grandeur and scientific sophistication had been stripped away, leaving him to fight bare, with only his wits and inviolate will to see him through. An age of nightmares that walk and fish that talk.

But an admiral with a free minute at 1400 hours? That, you did not see coming.

And just like that, the spell is gone, evaporating like a midsummer dream as the cold, clammy certainty of the Navy man born and raised swirls in your gut. As with all nice things you have ever had, it's too good to be true. Something always happens. Assassination attempts, arguments, abyssal attacks, another pencil-pusher paperwork crisis, or Naka backsliding *again.* Always Naka, motoring along like the stupid little cruiser that couldn't. Her belt armor's thin, but her head could stop 16/50'' super-heavies. But every time you finally snap and try to cram some sense into the little bollio bint she just whips out a mirror and thrusts it at you shouting something about rubber and glue. The fact that it actually works is what pisses you off the most - probably more of her newfound spoopy siren powers at work.

That's got to be it, yeah.

You take a few seconds to let your heart slow down, rigidly putting your mental house in order. You've got so many fucking Damocles swords overhead that the bastards probably have their own ATC squawk reserved. At the end of the day, there's only one way to deal with such things - face-down, head-on, pushing through.

It's time to find out why the Inbox of Sisyphus has ceased its torrent of woe.

It is finally time to meet your staff.

[ ] THIS IS A SNEAKING MISSION, SNAKE
[ ] Walk right through the front doors. In the words of a great man, you don't need no appointment. This is an *emergency.*
[ ] Donuts. Enough donuts will paper over any first meet and greet.

>BONUS

[ ] Want to bring a shipgirl? Is there a shipgirl who refuses NOT to witness this moment? Write-in.

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A calm morning in Brasurburge city, not a single thing out of place. Not an ounce of chaos or drop of blood spilt by some hungry beast or mad man, be they monster or human. The sky was clouded, and the sun couldn't be seen under the thick black blanket almost as dark as the night itself. A cold air, a hard rain. All in all, a rather normal day for the coastal city. Puddles formed in the rain slicked streets all the way up to the castle of the miller's itself.

However there was one thing missing, from the country side. a certain castle that turned from rusted metal and sand blasted stones into pure, pristine frosting and gum drops, gingerbread and other kinds of sweets all in a moment for no seen reason.

In its place was a pond growing in the dent it left in the earth. Ever since the moving castle vanished, there had been a fine tension on the air like a violin being played slowly and methodically.

the people of the land went about their work as they did every other day. Until a stray kick in the castle, caused by a bad dream lady Maria was having in her breathless sleep woke up her wife, The Brausr herself, Layla from her morning nap which would usually last until late evening, when the blasted sun had vanished under the castle's walls. The cat eared, tanned woman whined as she woke up, reluctantly, tiredly and confused, trying to sit up to check her bedroom from danger before she got pulled down like an oversized stuff animal. Her ears twitched as Maria nuzzled into her hair, squeezing her neck. The Brausr smirked tiredly, closing her eyes to go back to sleep.

Before her eyes shot back open, her nose twitching as her sudden jerking movement woke Maria from her dream

"Pink bubble beam attack" She grumbled making an odd gesture with her hands as Layla crawled off the bed, her eyes glowing a deep, furious blood red "Wha? Why's my fluffy up so early? come back I wanna sleep more, lovebug"

Maria's long black hair drapped over the green sheets, as she peeked out from the thick blanket on top of her. She watched Layla's tail swish back and forth as she glanced around quickly, moving about the room like a cat chasing a fly. The soft white dress she'd been forced to wear dancing around as she searched for...something. Maria smirked, enjoying the early morning show her wife was giving her.

Until She frozen, her ears and twin tails standing up straight, the patterns in the fur of both rapidly changing as she snarled, her slightly oversized fangs glistening wetly as she began to growl.

Maria covered her ears with her hands, knowing what was about to happen, trying to squirm under her blanket again, her somewhat plush frame curling up as her darling glared at the wall behind the bed like it owed her money
cont

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> Wednesday, August 12th, 2015

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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 hear Jack and Griselda talk indistinctly in Griselda's office. Also hearing this is basically the entire Tankery team as well. Seems like everybody has a horse on whether or not the boys can keep the bombings up or not. Serafina puffs her cheeks out, glaring. “I hope they kick them off the ship entirely.”

“I hope we get to spray 'em with the hose!” Patton boasts. “Won't be so invincible outside of their planes!”

“Can anybody hear anything?” asks Serina.

“No, because Mulcahy is guarding the door,” says Iris. Mulcahy folds her arms, looking around at everyone. She may be your security liaison, but you decided to allow Griselda to borrow her just for this moment so that the team doesn't eavesdrop. She doesn't look the part of a bouncer, but nobody really wants to know if she's suddenly Oscar material on the inside either.

“This is tense,” says Winona.

“No. Really.” Ingrid looks at Winona incredulously. Winona rolls her eyes. “I thought it was pretty calming actually.”

> “Forget this, I'm heading to work.”
> Keep listening. (TAKE VACATION DAY: 5)
> Other

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Far off, nestled in an otherwise small Japanese town lies the Dark Gate Academy. An institution of tremendous size, the Academy holds a long kept secret. Unknown to the outside world, this unseemly town is home to a tear in our reality. A gate between our world and a bizarre dimension known as the Darkworld. The inhabitants of this hellish world breach this gate and attempt to flood into our reality and spread throughout the world on a regular basis. However, the Dark Gate Academy is home to students of truly extraordinary abilities. The ability to sense the presence of these evil Darkworld creatures, and defeat them in combat, sending them back through the gate.

They cannot close the rift between our world and the Darkworld, but the students and staff of Dark Gate Academy have dedicated their lives to using their amazing powers to hold back the darkness that plagues our world, even if it costs them their lives. They have risen up to the challenge and in secret have become great heroic defenders of the world as we know it.

For many years, Dark Gate Academy has held back the forces of the Darkworld, kept this unspeakable evil contained within their walls. But a dark cloud approaches, and times are about to change. A new chapter in the tale of Dark Gate Academy is about to begin.

>Previously on Dark Gate Academy...
The second round of The Conqueror's tournament.

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You are Prince Meirion auk Gwyrren, the only sane man in a royal family with dubious concepts of strategy, justice, taxation, and governance in general. You have made it your goal in life to keep your family on the throne and your head firmly attached to your body.

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Today's a rare day where you actually have time to spar with Olwen. Your arm isn't completely healed yet, but light exercise is part of the process. It'd be more enjoyable if Olwen wasn't winning so handily though, but you won't begrudge her success.

"We should do this more often," Olwen says. "It feels nostalgic to have to three of us together like this."

"If it was nostalgic, you wouldn't be winning so much."

Okay, maybe you are a little bit miffed about it.

Olwen slaps your thigh with her wooden blade. You wince it off and go in for a counter, which misses.

"I have some good news, if that'll make you feel better," Myrddin says. "My contacts in Olstren says the relevant parties are amenable to negotiations. There's no formal decision yet, but it shouldn't take much longer."

"That does make me feel better." Olwen jabs your stomach, presumable to balance things out. "Anything else?"

"The school is finished and the instructors are ready to begin their lesson," Myrddin says. "There haven't been any other incidents, but I'd recommend you stay away for a while; I wasn't able to vet everyone properly. I was able to track the assassin's path, however."

With the school finished, you can move on to your next civic project, but the assassin's backers must be dealt with as well.

>Degfford first.
>Assassin first.

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Already in thread 9. Neat. As always first 3 rolls will be accepted, any questions and the like will be answered at the end of thread and I hope you enjoy.

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Dizzy lays atop you, utterly unconscious, only a weak wheeze of breath assuring you of her still being alive. You don't know what to do, you are to weak to stand. Even if you could, what would you do? Disregarding the glass and rocks digging into your back you simply continue to try to comfort your sister in any way you could think of.

You have no clue how you should make the situation better. You are just glad that the fighting, for the moment at least, is over.

All around you is still. Not a sound aside from the crackling of the multiple fires caused by the several explosions. When from the distance you can hear a faint voice.

"Did we win? What happened.?" . From the sound of the voice it is most likely Louise.

You turn your head to look down the street ,and see her. Louise stands atop a large fallen rock, talking to the man you assume to be her demon. From what you see there is no sign of John or the other. But that is the least of your worries.

All three of your heads shoot upward as you hear the screech from earlier. It sounds to be getting closer, and your friends seem to know it. Louise's face seems to be panicked as the begins rambling something you cannot make out to the man.

>A) Call her over to help you.
>B) Crawl to find a hiding spot just in case.
>C) Check on how Dizzy is doing.
>D) Attempt to wake Dizzy up.
>E) Other.