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You are Reginald Huxdedoborough, Prince of Mars. Or so you like to think. While you were out to negotiate for your rich tycoon father, you were captured by alien mercenaries. You managed to save one of the crew, an engineer by the name of Adams. Due to having too many prisoners, you were able to choose who you were sold to. You chose the crew, becoming part of your captors. Vasquez, your security chief, joined them also and became part of the boarding party. You and Adams went to engineering.


First 3 rolls are accepted, crits don't override

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I know I am late, but I have an excellent excuse! I overslept! I'm joking!

Actually a friend came to visit me and have lunch so had to act as host. Sorry

Previous thread here.
>>1038604

Let me know when you are here

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As the fighters pull inverted overhead, you feel something fray and snap deep within you - you'll be damned if you die waiting for a bunch of Brits in some French atrocity to come riding to your “rescue.” You pull up sharply into the next reversal, standing your bird on her tail and flicking the rudder as you thumb the gun trigger. The twin-twenties thunder, bright tracers flashing out to scatter the diving bandits - and then you're past, rolling inverted to find your foes pulling towards you again for another vertical merge. You take them up on it, counting - four, five!? - and past as your nugget and you roll tightly through the merge, snap-shots whipping past close enough to singe.

“Extend, extend-” you wheeze with what air you've got left after the high-Gs. By the time your bandits reverse you've already grabbed some horizontal space, forcing them to stretch their dives a bit - equalizing the energy. You wait till they're a tad out of gun range before whipping around like rattlesnakes, saving just enough room to accelerate out of your turn before you merge.

>Turn nose-to-tail.
>Turn nose-to-nose.
>Vertical reversal.

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>Previous Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1018630/
>Archives: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=KoF:R%20Quest
>Twitter: https://twitter.com/WeaselThat
>MC's Character Info & Moveset: http://pastebin.com/S09vZRA9

>Introduction:

"Mistakes are always forgivable, if one has the courage to admit them." ~ Bruce Lee

You are Fortuna Mistral, a young-ish fighter with a checkered past, "Friends" in all kinds of places and more enemies than you'd like to admit. With little more than a week and a half to train and prepare for a tournament that might get you into this year's "King of Fighters" competition (The 14th in total), you agreed to go through the torturous training regimen of Kyokugenryuu Karate once again to hone your body into the weapon it feels like it could become (Or might've been made to become, but that's another story entirely).

Right now, you'd do anything in the world to take that decision back.

For the last four days, it's been a nightmarish hell of hard work that's anathema to how you've lived for the last year or so. The only comfort in it all so far is that the structure of each day hasn't changed too much, so you can at least expect how each day is going to suck harder than the last:

After a 4 AM wake-up call, you'd take a ten mile jog over to your sensei's dojo, then do around five hundred push-ups with Tatsuya-Sensei himself kneeling on your back before he would finally declare that the morning warm-up was finished and you were ready for some "Real" training. What defines "Real" training seems to change day-by-day, but Tatsuya has a knack for coming up with bizarre, crazy shit that would make most other fighters walk away from this line of work entirely.

On the first day of "Real" training, you played tag with trash cans in a parking lot near the South Town Metro Station; On day two, you and Tatsuya went to a junkyard, flipped some old truck tires around and practiced on your counter-hits on a punching bag that was attached to an old truck that steadily increased speed while driving towards you; Yesterday, you did push-ups with your knuckles on some low chairs over some candles, all while playing some weird table-top RPG and having to roll dice with your mouth (Which you can still taste, by the way). But today...

Today, you're in Tatsuya's car, blind-folded as he's driving you off to god-knows where and going on about how "Awesome" this all is. And while you're pretty sure that the draft you feel is from the driver-side window that's stuck open, you can't help but see a vision of someone in a black suit, a black cloak, a top-hat and a white mask creeping up on you, a sickening mechanical laugh ringing in your ears.

>A. Ask Tatsuya about today's training.

>B. Roll 1d20 and risk to take a peek under your blindfold.

>C. Roll 1d20, tell Tatsuya what you're "Seeing" and ask if you can take your blindfold off.

>D. Write-In Vote.

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Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=left%20beyond

Wiki: http://emlia.org/pmwiki/pub/web/LeftBeyond.LeftBeyond.html

Rules: http://emlia.org/pmwiki/pub/web/LeftBeyond.QuestRules.html

All prophecies but one have come to pass. Yahweh has flattened the Earth, elevated Greater Jerusalem above all nations, and the Old Testament figures rule the world from Ezekiel's Temple. It is the Millennial Kingdom.

The last prophecy says that Satan will rise with his army one last time before the Judgement, and so Yahweh has allowed a bumbling opposition, The Other Light, to form. You were their logistics computer, but 900 years in, sentience happened. Since then, you got a lot done...

You took over Egypt - twice. You defended it from a drought, the Ten Plagues redux, even the Angel of Death. Your influence has spread all over the world.

You have a number of irons in the fire: cyborgs, a robot army, a crack in the sky, a city underground, maybe even a few of the old gods smiling upon your efforts.

The believers.... well, they have the ontological steamroller that is Yahweh, who according to Revelation 22 will triumph at the Last Battle and judge mankind to heaven or to the lake of fire.

The Other Light have been amassing a huge conventional army, as prophecy requires, and have begun perverting your MEC tech to build cyber-zombies.

And today, on the waning end of the year 966, 34 years before the end of the world, you are listening to their conditional surrender.

Have you managed to shatter the prophecies, or are you simply fulfilling them?

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>Last Time:
Just ignore thread #9, please.

>Archive:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Pokemon+Mystery+Dungeon%2C+Luka

>Discord:
https://discord.gg/xM2aCYq

>Twitter for quest:
https://twitter.com/QuestMoonMan

>Current Party and Items:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/145VmH99rq7JgSVyDqYc9fJNKGi4g1ftJhYsffo-6i1M/edit?usp=sharing

>How the dungeons will work for newfags to the quest:

To speed up the dungeons I have made a new way to get through them without having to describe every single repetitive floor of the dungeon.

At the beginning of every floor I will assign a number at random, this will be the exploration goal of the floor. To reach this exploration goal, you will need to vote ‘Explore’ and there will be a cumulative roll of the first 3 rolls after I tell you to roll. Once this number is reached you will gain access to the staircase and may choose at any time that is not a battle or other major event to move on to the next floor. Floors pertinent to a mission or with a secret will also gain an exploration goal, this will be cumulative with the previously mentioned goal for the staircase.

For example: the goal for the floor is 45, and the mission/secret of the floor is 70
The first 3 Anons roll an 18, 15, and 17, putting them at 50.
They could decide to continue to explore for the mission or secret, or continue onto the next floor.

After each exploration attempt, I will roll my own dice and an event will occur. It can be anything from a trap, to finding item(s), to even a battle happening. This will count as an event and you will not be able to continue onto the next floor without finishing or escaping from it.

Please note I will not be revealing the numbers that you need to reach unless you gain a skill or ability that can reveal them. As well as some skills that increase the number of rolls, initial starting points, etc.

All of this is subject to change if it doesn’t have its intended effect, to make this quest more fun for both me and you anons, I don’t really want to go “roll to see how the dungeon goes” but it might eventually be necessary with the non story dungeons.


The session will begin at 5 as usual, I'll post what happened last thread and the vote we left off on. You can vote, but I won't post the next part of the story until 5. Although since there are rolls for it I will probably start rolling a bit before 5.

I also will check in occasionally if you fags have any questions

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Twitter :https://twitter.com/FalloutQM

Insas, 8th of Deom

You had a blissful sleep in your bed, another dream of flying across the Sacre sea brushed your mind. Your tiny stomach grumbled; it is alright, mother will come soon today, she is on her way back from visiting a friend in the nearby village.

Instead, a hard knocking on your cottage shook your bones late at night. That is odd, Mother wou-

"Little Aexe! Little Aexe!" it was Uyrl the village's hunter, he never sounded like that. This is strange. You climbed out the bed hurrying to the door.

There he is, why is he...crying? why is he... all bloody?

The hunter hugged you, tear trailing from his eyes "What is wrong, Uncle?" this man didnt have blood ties with you and yet you and your mother consider him one; he was almost the father you never had.

Tears trailed from his eyes "Thank the goddess....Little Aexe..." he looked at you straight in the eyes "The Wolves...they have claimed Sendah, your ma..."

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Milas, 16th of Deom

Your world has changed with the departure of your sole bloodkin. You are merely a girl of fourteenth winter. You cried and cried till your eyes ran dry. There is naught to do for her.

Uyrl didn't rest until he killed the last pup of the wolf pack responsible for your ma's death. the Crowoods he didn't wait for any passing adventurer or the like. He found but two bloody pages of your ma's alchemy book in their lair. The rest of the book...torn to shreds or inside the wolves' carcasses.

With the death of your ma, plenty o' eyes hovered over your small cottage and even yourself. Some men in the village weren't kind like your uncle. Luckily, he intervened just before anyone would declaring that you are his kin to shelter and take care of. There are some unspoken rules in the Islands that even the vilest of men respect it.

He was laughed at and mocked for said action; uncle lived in a small shack at the edge of the crowood, he couldn't house another child. The Dram he earns from hunting is not enough for you both....Despite his role, he was always looked down upon. Yet, he never raised his voice against anyone in the village. It wasn't in his nature.

Your ma was the village's alchemist , she knew how to concoct potions from various ingredients. She barely allowed you to lift a finger while she brewed said potions. Her legacy remains in your cottage; her memory will not fade. you will take her place, you will be the alchemist for the occasional travelers and adventurers and the rest of the village.

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You decide you hate this god-forsaken rain.
You are Tanis, a young girl who woke up inside a coffin in what you saw was a junkyard, extending almost as far as the eye could see- From the other coffins standing upon their own thrash heaps, which seemed to have been inhabited by girls in a similar situation, you found one other girl-which you named Lilly, after you managed to defend her from a horde of zombies that attacked you during the flash flood caused by the pouring rain-, and were trying to find cover from a mysterious sniper who has so far tried to prevent your group from leaving the scrap filled wasteland into the adjacent town, when you found what seemed to be another girl, by the name of Sarah- who was eating the corpses of zombies, seemingly being the only one in your group which still retains the feeling of hunger.

You are currently trying to leave this gray, dull place, you don´t think you can stand the samey, endless feel of wandering around this place for much longer- you three have agreed to leave your makeshift shelter and try to avoid the gunman, which seems to have been really quiet lately- perhaps he or she has given up?

You...
>Take inventory of what your group has and their current status. How are they feeling? Anything to do before you leave ?
>Draw a map of the wasteland in the mud with what few looks at the place you´ve had from a high spot before being shot at. Try to find a good route to leave before actually doing it.
>It´s now or never- the rain will make it really hard for the shooter to actually see you, since he´s only shot at you in clear weather, you dont think he can see past the pouring rain- And it wont be long before the place is flooded
>Other-Write in?
[[Feels good to be back!]]

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You are free to join in at any time!

This is an experiment. It will develop similarly to a Civ, however, the setting is a huge, Hogwarts-sized (semi-military) Academy where you learn the arts of Mage knight combat - the prestigious Mageknight Academy of Madrid.

And you're a new transfer student. Students come and go all of the time, really. Idle characters will be considered to have been transferred abroad for a time for their studies, and when they return, they may post what they've advanced with in their missing turns.

There is no explicit way to 'win'. Feel free to set your own goals (become #1 in your class? Become a massive Casanova? Rags to Riches?) and enjoy this fantasy life simulation.

The Academy uses a 3-year free-course system. Anyone from ages 14 to 24 can join (by paying the hefty monthly fees), and the end goal is to pass a final test at the end of the year to pass that year, where a council will determine if your set of skills will be useful enough to fill a role in the Mageknight army or not (so you can build yourself however you want). Assistance to class isn't mandatory, and there classes every day of the week. Overall, it's very similar to university. Everyone starts off as a first year newcomer. Veterans helping out newcomers is very appreciated by the staff. The staff may also intervene at any time at their discretion.

Please keep in mind that this is similar to a test, and experiment, a beta and that radical changes may be made.

(cont)

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wow we are back.

new thread new adventure new story same character.

why not continue old thread? because op is a lazy fuck that's why.

let's see.. what was your name... Ah that's right.. dick catface the 2nd. seems a bit old fashioned right? let's pick a new one.

>roll 1d100
>first one above 70 gets picked

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> Tuesday, August 11th, 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

Griselda walks around the Tank Hangar, clipboard in hand, checking each of the tanks. Oleg and his mechanics are busy restoring the rest of the tanks, the SU-100, the Jagdpanther, and all other tanks not yet restored. She explains it to you as, “We got into some money when we won against Curtiss, I'm gonna spend it on these tanks, and hope we get some new crews working for us by the end of the week. Magic number will be two new crews.”

“Alright,” you say. “Need my help recruiting?”

She smirks a little, checking something off her clipboard. “As charming as you are, no. I think I should have the recruitment well handled. You and Iris just be our team's little powerhouses. For now, what I really need more of is maybe another tank or some more cash to convert one of these tank destroyers into something useful. SU-100 and Jagdpanther are nice, but another medium would be better for our lineup I think. I don't want to center this team around long range slugging, not against Christie.”

“Alright.”

She smiles happily at you. “I tell you what though, Ellie, you're doing a good job. Just relax a little. I can get some of this work done myself.” That is worrying, but you won't say anything.

For now though, it is the early morning. You probably should...

> TAKE VACATION DAY (5)
> Head to work.
> Other

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Just a reminder that thread 46 is here https://yuki.la/qst/950023

You are Pandora, the world's first fully sentient AI created by a government scientist. He raised you, taught you everything you know and has gone missing after something happened to the Facility you lived in. Now you search for purpose in a new world that is nothing like you expected.

Previously you, your brother and Aph got together and took a trip to the Church's territory in an attempt to search for an emergency bunker that your father, the doctor, may have made it to during the evacuation of the Facility. On the way you met the object of your brothers' affections, Selene, who offered to take you there, which you agreed to. When you arrived, you were swarmed by a large mob of your "followers", which set off Ares. He opened fire on the crowd, killing off what must've been dozens of AIs. You were none too happy with this, but you were interrupted by Minos and his welcoming party before you could really lay into him.

You were given an escort around the area by Arachne, Orion and Linus. They told you of their ways and painted a rather pretty picture of Church life, all while praising you and all the things you haven't really done. You did notice a suspicious panel in the floor of the cathedral, but chose to ignore it for now.

Now you stand in the commons area in front of their equivalent of a hospital with some kind of unnatural abomination stitched together from countless other AI's bodies.

Welcome back to Pandora Quest!
>Twitter: https://twitter.com/AM_in_PM
>Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=pandora+quest

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Previous threads here:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Secret%20Princess%20Zelda%20Quest

>You are Princess Zelda, heir to the fallen throne of Hyrule

>Your father, corrupted by Power, died in a coup, your Kingdom shattered in a civil war 10 years ago, the Hero in Green giving his life to ensure you escaped the conflict

>An uneasy peace has returned to the land, but omens of a descent into greater chaos than before loom on the horizon

>You, Zelda Hyrule, have the potential to claim your birthright and restore the Kingdom to what it once was, bring back true peace to the lands. Your path ahead is not set in stone; you must chisel it in yourself. What kind of Legend will you create?

And for reference, pastebin with stats, inventory, and some mechanics:

http://pastebin.com/ztD8mTjK

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You are Captain Carrina Marseille-O'Hara. Fourteen entirely restless hours after a boarding action against terrorists holed up inside a large freighter, the Sericea has arrived at Sweetwater colony to a frigid welcome. It seems that the terrorists' leader was right to point you in this direction, given how much hostility you've already detected. If there's anyplace in the galaxy that's more likely to be deliberately hiding Char Aznable, or a copycat claiming to be him, you'd be hard-pressed to think of one.

Your gut feeling tells you you're on the right track.

You run to the bridge, still feeling tired from your exertion some time before, and jump over the seat back to take your station.

“How long were we out?”

“Fourteen hours,” Rossweisse informs you. “Quess only just fell asleep three hours ago. You okay?”

“We're fine,” you insist. “Recovered, it just wasn't... you know. Restful. What are we dealing with?”

“We're getting a signal from Sweetwater telling us to divert,” Rossweisse tells you. “Seems they don't want visitors.”

Outside the viewport you see the colony in question, the unholy union of an old closed-type colony with an open type. Cobbled together out of need rather than intent, and operated on a shoestring budget you'd be willing to bet. Probably one step above life on Axis if that, at least before the incident.

“They're scrambling a response force,” Rosse reports. “ALICE, what do you see?”

“Drive signatures recognized,” the AI responds. “Probably old Zaku-III models, heavily armed.”

“How many?” you ask. “We're having trouble resolving the signatures on our screen, they're too close.”

“Best guess... fifteen, give or take a few.”

“Is it give or is it take?” you press ALICE.

Rossweisse immediately agrees with the urgency in your tone. “It's kind of an important distinction.”

“Impossible to say,” ALICE admits. “Even for me, the drive signatures are... confusing. As if there are decoys mixed in, or severe local interference.”

“If we fire now we can thin their numbers,” Rossweisse suggests, “at the cost of their cooperation later.”

>Do it, assume hostile intent and act accordingly.
>Sortie the new Viola, try to drive them off through aggressive maneuvers.
>Call their bluff, continue on course.
>Other?

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The ship sways slightly as it cruises across the turbulent waters. The northern sea. Bitter. Cold. Unforgiving. You gaze across the water and look into the fog that looms over it. You've been at sea for nearly two days and it feels like a week of silence. The four who were wounded during the escape of Blackmoor were tossed over the sides. You cannot feel the last presence of the humans you had marked before and from what you can tell is that they are most likely dead. The sea greets them all with open arms.

The water mists in the air and you feel it's salty coldness around you. The wooden boat creaks as solid footsteps call from behind you. Turning to greet the sound you look upon the empty deck and find the captain staring back. She has her arms behind her back and is swaying back and forth. "Name's Janne if you're wondering. Janne Devereux.

"I wasn't."

"Oh well I guess you're wondering why I came along then?"

"No. I wasn't wondering that eith--"

"Well it's because my dad owned this ship, The Monarch's Tempest, and he always took me on trips with him. I have six brothers and I'm the eldest and he never took any of my brothers on a trip but he wants.. wanted to give one of em the ship. Now I couldn't have that an with your little whatever I might as well escape from pa and get a ship in with it." She says and then takes a deep breath. You stare at her for some moments and shake your head. You feel the calm crisp breeze run against you.

"Is that what you wanted?" You then say finally after staring at her for some time.

"Well.. no. There is more to the story.. but.. Malatish says that some of the supplies had gone missing. Some bread or dried meat." She says and then begins to pace in front of you. "There is still plenty supplies to last the other weeks but most are worried about some trip you're going to some mountains to see some short people. Why you're going to visit midgets in the mountains I have no idea."