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I have decided to sire a spontaneous little venture as my current occupations lay momentarily dormant. Big thanks to the art of archiving in all its counterintuitive ass-backwards glory. That is all. Chart course from theatrics to fun.

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Welcome To Life Quest

Please Enter A Command

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This is Boruto Quest, a quest set in the universe of Naruto. It is during the generation of Naruto's son after everyone has graduated from their Genin exam. I haven't kept up with the series beyond the end of the original one, so this one is intended to recapture the feel of that time of Naruto. I will not be incorporating the main show or the Boruto movie's plot into the quest, although some recognizable characters will be present. You play as a 12 year old Chunin named Takeshi. You have been assigned a Jounin squad leader named Hanto, and your two squadmates are Kichiro, a young delinquent, and Ai, a strange social outcast of a girl. You are of average skill in most aspects, although your sharp intelligence, and your jack of trades skill set have brought you far. You're a Chunin of notable talent for your age. At the moment, you've been caught off guard by your very own surprise party.

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The Academy is an ancient institution. One of only two such establishments, it was old when the countries that now border it were yet young. The river that flows beside it is said to be a little calmer than most, the nearby forest the slightest bit quieter, the weather only just more temperate. There is some debate as to whether the hill that now joins its eastern battlement came first, or if it accumulated later, caused by windblown dust piling against that great palisade. Built on the bones of a once-decrepit fort that has long since lost its name to ravages of time, it accepts only the best and brightest. That is not to say that it does not serve others. More than a few prisoners walk its halls, serving their rehabilitating sentences alongside scions of ancient houses. Those that have been marked by demons are also housed here, where their souls may be carefully observed for further contamination. One of these souls- damned, exalted, or merely mistaken- will prove to be a hero, one who holds the fate of the world in their hand, bringing it back from the precipice of destruction.
You are not that soul.
Right now, you don't feel like much of anyone. Shuffling along the induction hall, you don't feel like much of anything that isn't sore. Your legs are sore from standing for so long, your eyes are sore from going so long from sleep, your shoulder is sore from holding the same bag in the same damn position for the last three hours. All around you, you see various people who look just as miserable as you. Except for the employees standing behind the desks, handing out uniforms and class schedules. They might be a little worse off.
Finally getting to the front of the line, you amend your statement; this man is definitely worse off. His eyes look every bit as grey as the cloak he wears, and his breath practically smells of death. Is necromancy sanctioned here? You can't recall, somehow, but you wouldn't be surprised.
"State your name, type of enrollment, and reason for enrollment," the maybe-corpse states, knocking you out of your reverie.

>Tiresias Deepstone; protective enrollment. Unsupervised contact with a demonic entity. Motto: To sleep, perchance to dream.

>Allura Kinsley; punitive enrollment. Illegal practicion of dark magic. Motto: Expedience precedes ethicality.

>Vulf Bromsson; charitable enrollment. Desire to attain a certificate of Artifice. Motto: For this is the law of the jungle.

>Morrigan Huxley; punitive enrollment. Illegal manufacture of a Class-III substance. Motto: Specialization is for insects.

>Augustine Thompson; voluntary enrollment. Required as per grandfather's will. Motto: A pleasure to burn.

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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 the settlement of America was formed and enemies were made. Here is a link to the archive.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Magical%20Civilization%20Quest

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You.
Are very tired.

You're far too tired to think about the bizarre circumstances presented before you during the day. You're also too tired to think about the implications of the day.
More importantly, you're too tired to come to the realization as to what all of this means to any possibility of living a peaceful life.

Where do you start?
Oh right.
You are Jack Albator. Handsome explorer! Daring adventurer! Irresistible stud! You got it all! You're king of the seas and commander the skies!

You're also in a strange land, and thoroughly exhausted.

Around, you don't know, it's been several months now? Around that time, you were summoned from your home on the high seas to your new home in a giant castle located in the land of Biscotti. You were treated like a prince! At least, you would have been if you actually lived in the castle and not a shanty just outside of town. The living arrangements are still an improvement to living on the floor of a ship.

You've been taken on many adventures since that moment. You once killed a demon, saved a child from a terrible sickness, and even found the most wonderful woman in the world.

Now, you have become the official problem-solver of every kingdom in the land. First, Konditorei (better known as the personal nickname 'Bearland') had a hand in the kidnapping of the citizens of surrounding countries, and the attempted coup of at least two other kingdoms. Not to mention: they messed with you. As you understand it; Konditorei is in anarchy right now. It's leadership imprisoned and what few leaders they have are either patently insane or isolated.

That's a win in your book. You should go over someday and clean out their abandoned vault.

Recently, you had the issue of Gallete (another neighboring kingdom you will refer to as 'Catland') having almost identical problems with their command structure. Those problems aren't yet resolved, as resolution would involve tying up every blowhard in Gallete and throwing them into the sea. Unfortunately, that would leave the kingdom mighty empty.

You're going to leave that as a 'maybe' for now. Poor Louise might be the little girl tasked with resolving that sometime.

Right now, you're dealing with the problems of yet another dysfunctional kingdom. Bruschetta, A snowy kingdom to the south of your home of Biscotti, was the last holdout of some Bearland thugs. Thankfully, you resolved that problem and picked up a much bigger problem. A man by the name of 'Atlas' who claims, and can prove, that he is a legendary hero.

Even when you went to bed; he opted to spend the night not-sleeping and training out in the snowy wastes. What a madman.

KNOCK KNOCK.

Oh bloody hell, what now?

"'Ey Jack." It's Cody, another one of your partners-in-crime. "I can't find Atlas, should we go looking for him to make sure he's not getting into trouble?"

>Who cares.
>Go to sleep
>Yer awake now.
>Go get something to drink
>Then maybe go look for him
>Other?

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New players are always welcome!

This is the continuation of the experimental Mageknight Academy. >>1066867
This iteration's rules have been updated based on creator and player feedback.

In this quest you assume the role of an aspiring student who is about to enter the Mageknight Academy of Madrid. You must hone your skills, make some friends (and perhaps also some enemies) and fight battles in order to prove yourself worthy of graduating as a fully fledged Mageknight. Each year (every 100th turn) your character will be tested by the academy to see if your character is progressing well and meeting the Academy's high standards. After the 3rd year your character will head off into a their first mission for a final test.

How to Join:
1) New players must fill out their character sheets. The sheet must include the following information: Their character's full name, backstory, 1 basic spell and 2 other basic spells/skills/talents/traits/knowledge/etc. of your choosing.
Note: Characters created are assumed to be students of 18 to 24 years of age.
2) Spells are written as "Cast X" with "X" being the name or effect of the spell.
3) Skills and Knowledges are given prefixes depending on the tier. New players all have theirs set to "Basic" tier.
Note: Anyone can join at any time. Latecomers and laggers are given bonus action points to catch up with the other players.

How to Play:
1) Post 2 actions and roll a 2d100. Each roll corresponds to an action.
2) All players must wait for the "TURN GO" post before they submit their actions. After which they must reply to that post with their chosen actions on this post.
3) After all actions are processed and a new turn begins, update your character sheet and include it to your actions post.

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Pain.

Pain is the first thing you notice. Your head is splitting with it. It's agonizing—debilitating even. For a few moments that is all you can focus on. You clench your eyes shut against the light, trying to stem the pain it's abetting. Your arms and legs feel numb, and your stomach twists and turns with nausea.

Slowly, the pain begins to subside, and you find yourself able to feel that familiar sensation of needles in your arms and legs. You open your eyes and see what looks to be the right side of a Valkyrie drop ship riddled with holes and leaning over towards you. The side door is open just slightly, and a small stream of red liquid flows steadily down unto the bare soil beneath. The side of the craft is awash in a pale, orange/yellow glow. Your stomach still feels ready to empty itself.

>Stand up and look around some more.
>Lay still and wait for the nausea and what's left of the pain to diminish.
>What are you doing here?
>Something else...

(Note my updates might be a bit slower than the other QM's. I'm really critical of my own writing so I might take my time to revise and work it until I'm satisfied.)

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News:
Double Cash Event - January 27th to February 3rd - Celebrate with the chance to earn loads of solid cash!

Updates:
The Weapon Update - January 22nd, 2017
+26 new pistols.
+68 new assault weapons.
+30 new attachments for all weapons.
+10 new types of grenades.
+15 new LMGs.
+14 new melee weapons.
+33 new rifles.
+5 new rocket launchers.
+11 new shotguns.
+18 new SMGs.
+Armor is buffed.
+68 new sets of clothing. Yes, I'm serious.
+11 new pieces of eyewear, decorative and useful combined.
+74 new hats.
+10 new vests, rare drops with random items inside of them.

New Players:
Choose a name.
Choose a gender.
Get a spare Notepad or .txt file for your stats.
Join the discord at https://discord.gg/34YQ5eU
-The discord is where you can see all the perks, keep track of your stats more efficiently, and also talk with other players!

Old Players:
All hail the almighty force of bullshit and magic.

Vote for the thread on sup/tg/.

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Old Thread: >>1067416

Twatter: @StarbornQ
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You are James Fucking Henderson and there is an Oni staring down three teenagers on your main screen.

You are ecstatic at this development were it not for the fact that there is a 1 in 3 chance the next person to feel his eastern wrath will be Mary, [THE VIRGIN] and honestly the one person in the world you want away from that motherfucker this isntant.

Oh also there's ominous banging from the vents. On a day when something escaped from the stables. And you're in lockdown. With comms mysteriously down. So you can't call your albino cumbunny to come pull your ass out of the fire.

Shit.


You have one action before the vent denizen comes to see you

> Chem; I want 3 berserk teenagers

> Demo; Detonate the exits

> Henson; Lights off Doors Locked

> Write-In

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Everyone else can handle the firefight, you on the other hand have the best shot at taking down Hampton. Leaping over the unconscious guards you rush to tackle the man.
He's pretty quick on the draw and fast on the trigger and manages to squeeze out three shots. Sadly for him the aim is quite off, and he only manages to get a hit on your shoulder.
It's a very minor wound, Doc will take care of it. Meanwhile his entire being might hurt for a while, as you bash his body against the gold plated floor with your entire weight over him.
Hampton shouts out in pain which muffles the sound of a rib breaking, still quite recognizable to your ears. The rest of the team starts blazing through the security, disabling guards,
shooting security cameras, hacking into their systems. Once you've handcuffed and gagged Hampton you've essentially assumed control over the building. Sure, CEC might not like it,
but it's not like you can't just false flag it again. "Good work everyone, Black can you take him into the truck?" the ever attentive-to-orders corporal nods and begins moving the prisoner.
Sarge and Sarah go escort him to make sure nothing goes on while they transport a bound executive. "Hey, Carla, Hiran, what've you got for me?" the two technicians turn from their work,
facing you. "Well, we've already deleted the camera footage, I also downloaded all their files just in case you want it or something. Anything else you need or should we just get going?"
"I think we should..."
>Try to make indications of a Unitologist attack [how?] d20
>Get Firehead to burn the place, make sure no one should understand what happened [d20]
>Just get going, nobody knows who we are anyway and there's no footage
>Write-in

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Running a thread today on Thursday to avoid a late start on Friday, so let's get things started!

Also, the quest pastebin has been updated with the link to Titanfall Quest, so go check it out!

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You are the former United States Navy warship USS HOEL, now returned as a shipgirl and ready to kick Abyssal ass!

Currently, you, Portland, San Fran, Dorsetshire, Graf Spee, Yamato, White Plains, and Kidd were venturing into the flooded subway tunnels snaking underneath Singapore, in an effort to get at the ominous Abyssal Spire erected in the center of the city.

However, a combination of water damage and lack of power meant none of the lights were working, so the interior was completely pitch black. Thankfully, STRIKE-1 had provided you all with thermal goggles to provide some sort of visual guidance, and you all had your own search radars to rely on in low visibility anyways.

Unfortunately, even with the fancy high tech goggles, your vision was reduced to a grainy black and white image that barely extended a few feet in front of you. Obviously, you and Kidd were taking point, while the larger shipgirls were directly behind with STRIKE-1 and a Marine force taking up the rear.

"Scheisse, it's so dark down here and these goggles do nothing!" Graf Spee mutters. "Perhaps we should switch to radar."

"I'm not sure." Dorsetshire mutters. "The Abyssals have to know about these tunnels. There's a very real possibility of booby traps."

"All the better to smoke them out then, yes?" Spee counters.

"Nyahaha! The greatest pirates of the sea aren't afraid of a little dark!" Kidd boasts as she swings her cutlass around haphazardly. You can almost swear you see Pepe shaking its head.

"Hey! What's the holdup up there!" Red shouts from the back. "You think it's bad now, but wait till you see a platoon of bored leathernecks!"

"You're on point, it's your call." Portland sighs. "We'll back you up whatever you choose."

>Continue on visual only.
>Survey the tunnels with radar.
>Other

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Congratulations, you're starting a new empire of your own! You have four galaxies to go to, while you have your own army of a planet-turned into a battle station, a hundred thousand warships, and a million soldiers.

Your choices for conquering are:

A. The Hidden System, found by your soldiers on a trip back to the station

B. High King's Galaxy, a place with dozens of the little planets in it, with a huge one in the center

C. The Outer Limits, the dark parts where the sun doesn't shine, and everything is really hard to get through

D. The First Army's station, a galaxy turned into an entire home base for your rival

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Stage 147: Riding the Tiger.

You have a problem.

This isn't one of those problems that others create for you, or that happens sometimes in life as it goes along. No, you have this problem because you have a bad habit. And this peculiar habit is 'not leaving well enough alone'. So, here you are, creating problems for yourself.

You understanding, logically that Rie's state isn't your fault. She chose to take on the responsibility for assisting the abomination that was Melinda Blitzenberg on her own, and you really didn't have much choice but to let her do it. The fact that she was used by the demons Hui Daji and Fyusumi to assault Rie and somehow curse her into losing her youkai nature was unexpected, and you would have thought impossible.

The thing is, you're not one to just idly sit around and let bad things happen to people – or, technically, things – who go out of their way to help you, especially at risk and cost to themselves. So if there is an inkling, a chance, a way to return her to her...uh, unnatural state, then by the Kami, you'll do it.

Rie is currently holding you gently, warm and soft. Her tails wave slowly back and forth, and she hums softly, sighing as she carefully lets go of you. Not even a purr anymore. You smile at her and make the tears that stain your cheeks vanish, studying the albino girl with cat's ears and twin tails. Not the hairstyle either.

The cat youkai she placed into your possession long ago shift and move in your aura, reacting to her as though she were merely another human, far more interested in your sorceress Er Yin, dressed in pure white ropes, tabi and even gloves to maintain her purity. Unsurprising, cats have a long tradition of wanting to play with things they shouldn't have. Case in point: Ryiekatsumoun, once a God's Eye Nekomata, now barely a spirit-child.

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The night continues to run long as Wendy talks on to Maggie, with both of you being out of leads after the hotel you decide to see if any contact in your information network could shed some light on this subject. In exchange however she wanted to know just exactly what went on there from both you and Wendy’s point of views.

“And that’s my half of the story of what happened at Grand Mariner earlier this day.” Wendy says as the park bench she sits on creaks below her, you can just barely make out a faint outline of her leaning back.

“Huh... Interesting... I had my suspicions of Raph being a demon cultist but I never thought I’d get actual proof.” Maggie says tapping her pen on the side of her cheek as she looks down at her notepad.

Wendy then sits up and looks Maggie right in the eyes. “You suspected he was a demon cultist? How do you know this? I worked on the police force for years and never even suspected as such.”

“Hm... Call it a speciality of mine as I did some reporting on paranormal activity back in the day, ghosts and such. Despite how much people like to close their ears and pretend everything is fine, things like demons and ghosts do exist and they do indeed give people power in exchange for loyalty and service to them. After a while you begin to learn what sort of types are usually stupid enough to bargain with a demon, and rich people under the threat of death or loss of power are usually the very first in line to start dabbling in the occult.” Maggie explains. “It's just until recently that Raphie probably didn’t like the price any big and scary demon was giving him, but after what’s been going on he probably signed a blank cheque.”

“Rich and the powerful huh?” you say aloud with a small sigh, gazing over the park lake in front of you. The power is currently out right now, so a mirror quality image of the night sky can be seen reflected in the lake below.

The smirk on Maggie’s face grows like a fox who has just spotted a wounded rabbit. “I don’t need to see your face to know that you got some questions about this as well.”

- “If you know this much about a crime boss like Raphael, how much do you know about my sister? Or even my family in general?”

- “Can Raphael turn into a demon? Do we need to worry about something like him turning into a Demon Lord or something?”

- “Nothing I wouldn’t be able to find myself.” (Advance scene)