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Welcome to Cabin Control Quest. This is our Third ritual playing as James Fucking Henderson. A man who turned away from his rirsing superstar status in Hollywood to anually direct snuff films for the amusement of The Ancient Ones waiting to end humanity.

Recently it has been discovered that saboteurs have been trying to stop the rituals for unknown reasons. Last year's chemical outbreak and potentially the year before's intel failure being the work of your would be saboteurs. And now... something is loose.

> Check out the cabin

You switch you monitors back to the cabin. "If you can throw some peas at it or something that'd be nice Henson."

"Are you high?" He asks increduously.

"Nah it'll like... blind them or some shit." You say dsitractedly.

The gamer girl is currently in the kitchen, watching youtube tutorials of how to cook pasta on her phone whilst [THE WHORE] assist her/ looks through the alcohol selection.

[THE VIRGIN] isn't visible in the main room or her bedroom. In fact she isn't in the shower either.

> Find Virgin

> Chem; what did you spike the wine with (Lust, Anger, Drowsiness, Other)

> Intel, can clarify abilities of each sacrifice or ask 3 questions

> Perspective Switch

> Write-In

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Previous threads here:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Cyberpunk+Demonslayer
Last time, our god-hero Alagos built himself a fortress and acquired a masochistic sexbot. He is currently sitting in the main hall, staring at a flyer for Hell's Got Talent. Whoever wins the competition moves onto the final level of Hell to fight Lucifer's right hand, Baal.

What do you do?
>[]Go to the competition.
>[]Stay here, we need to ______.

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Previous: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1045174/
Char Sheet: http://pastebin.com/fUKdUWLF
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My body still feels sore a week after that fight, like I just woke up from it yesterday, the tired haze left after a battle still hanging in my head like a low sea side fog. Thankfully my wounds are healing nicely, didn't get many of them in the grand scheme of things but...fighting lieutenant aizen was exhausting and took everything I had just to keep up with him. But it was worth it, the best way to understand someone is to fight beside or against them. Metal hitting metal reveals more than anything words can by themselves. Not to mention it was just absolutely thrilling, even if he wasn't using the fullest of his abilities, it was just a pure test of skill and endurance. The purest form of a challenge, no dirty tricks. Just pure skill....I smile in memory, the movement's of our blades replaying in my mind as I walk down the street towards the my divisions barracks.

The one thing I regret about that fight is it made Aya try and coddle me over this last week. She has a good heart, and I'm glad she's my sister. Still I would like to try and fight Aizen again, even if he's far stronger than me dueling with him was exhilarating and gave me more of a challenge than any hollow has. But it is my duty and cause to hunt hollows and guide souls to this next life, dueling and sparring with my friends is simply a fun distraction. A way to pass time and better myself...not that I don't enjoy it of course. I seem to always end up close to those with natural talent and fighting spirit anyways. Guess I'm just lucky.

I stop outside my division's barracks, lost in thought as the wind whistles behind and around me, making my Kimono dance and billow as my pony tail follows its movements as well.

It might be a little odd but...I'm glad when I died when I did in some odd way. I have no idea how to word that thought without it sound weird or disrespectful in someway. But...everything I loved was gone from the world when I passed, my way of life, my friends and comrades in arms. The cause I had, the duty I sought dashed away in the wind. What would I have done if I survived? was there anything left for me in the world of living anyways?

I smirk, banishing those depressing thoughts as I remember all the faces and friends I've thus far met in my otherwise short time in being in the soul society.

I'm glad for it all, my memories of my past life and the blessed one I live now. I really am a lucky girl, stumbled into a life I was made for.

Without thinking anymore, I step through the barrack's Boundary and inside of them.

I stop as I see the shinigami under my position and even a few of the ones who share my seat and the ones above it, all standing in a crowd, backs straight as all of them stand at attention.

and begin to clap, a few of the lower rank's expressions breaking into grins.

cont

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Between Collage HW out of the gate and another unforseen problem I was unable to run last week and am sorry for not giving the word. But we back with episode 8.

>>Previous threads.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Zatch+Bell
As you gaze at your Dizzys burning yellow book, you give your little sister one last hug as she fades from your view. Her last words to you being. "It was fun brother. I hope we can see each other again someday..." As she fades from your arms.

You jolt up from your bed in a cold sweat. Your eyes streaming with tears, fear has taken hold as you bolt out your bedroom door downstairs. Laying right where you recalled from the night before is Dizzy. Fast asleep on the couch.

You take a Deep breath as you gaze at the young girl laying before you, eyes still wet from your previous tears. It is the day of what is sure to be a tough battle... Or more accurately, the early morning. Looking at a nearby clock you see that your nightmare awoke you at 3am. Several hours before you have to begin preparation for the upcoming battle. You can only hope the dream was no ill omen as you try your hardest to return to sleep, sadly you cannot. You are haunted, the dream has you twisting and turning in your bed all night until your alarm ends your futile struggle.

You once again lift yourself from your bed. Tired. Your body feels heavier than normal, be it from lack of sleep or stress is anyone's guess, but now is not the time for fear... That comes later.

You awake Dizzy and head out to the sight of the battle.

>A) Call your partner Sasuke and confirm he is ready.
>B) In your haste you forgot to eat, and while you are not overly hungry its better to make sure you aren't troubled by that later.
>C) Call someone else ( For what reason)
>D) Arrive early and get a last minute look at the location (Smart)
>E) Ask Dizzy something (What)
>F) Other

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DEVELOPMENTAL CUT OFF: 1200 AD.
-Place your custom flag on your nation and choose your nation color (just one color).--> see pic related
-RP this shit and keep in mind rules at http://altrisk.forumotion.com/ and resource dislocation
WHITE AREAS:icy tundra,semi-frozen wasteland
BLUEY GREEN AREAS:taiga
DARK GREEN AREAS:temperate climate,plains and forests
LUSH GREEN AREAS:jungles ans swamps, tropical areas
YELLOWISH GREEN AREAS:mediterranean climate
KHAKI AREAS: desert.

Questions on discord: https://discord.gg/fkBepZD

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>>Previous threads

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Dragonball+quest

>>Information

This quest, as the title suggests, takes place in the world of Dragon Ball. You're playing as a twenty-two year old man named Tofoo, and will adventure through the story of the Dragonball series alongside characters such as Goku, Yamcha, Bulma, Tien, and many others. Through your actions, you can make significant changes to the story, and perhaps even become the strongest fighter on Earth.

>Rules

At the end of each update you'll have ten minutes to vote on options. Write-ins are allowed, but I do reserve the right to veto them.

In the event of a draw, the option to receive the next vote wins

Rolls will be used on certain occasions, such as attempting a technique for the first time or attempting something extremely difficult. You will have three rolls, and if one succeeds, you succeed. There are no crits.

Rolls are made AFTER an option wins, not during the voting process

I hope everyone has fun.

>>Current Saga

24th World Martial Arts Tournament

>>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nhScFOYNEoM

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Everyone is free to join at any time. Newcomers start off with a capital with 1500 population and a couple of specialties you have been doing in the missed turns.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=NationDawnQM

Archives.

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It was once again an early morning, a grey veil cast over the world as the orange light of the sun lingered just over the horizon. It was a time for birds, both the song birds heralding the dawn and the hard-working mail harpies soon to be off on a day of deliveries. However, it had also become a time for snakes and the women attached to them, Cici and her mother’s hands digging gently into the moist ground as soon as Vivi takes to her wings.

Soft soil, nutrition, and sunlight. Those are the three keys that Mama explains as she guides her little helper through planting her very first rose bush, gently instructing her here and there and sometimes guiding her implements as the miniscule gorgon carefully carves away a safe spot for her little plant to grow in the dew-laden grass.

It isn’t easy work for small hands and small arms, soft soil or no. As she tears away at the roots and weeds, sweat isn’t far behind, thick drops beading on her forehead long before she can even think about adding the mulch to the mix. Thankfully, the smell of raw earth and grass help tamp down the odor of the fertilizer by the time she goes about carefully infusing the earth with the key elements to make her flowers grow big and strong.

“Now to dig a hole,” Cassandra guides, “and gently seal the roots in nice and tight.”

Now that the dirt is soft, the task is easy. A few moments later and the work is done, an innocuous sprig of weedy plant matter standing defiantly from the earth where once only dandelions and clover had been, albeit with a little help from the comparatively large stick wedged in beside it.

“That will help it grow straight and tall,” Cassandra explains. “Otherwise, a storm might come along and knock it over, or a careless animal.”

A meaningful gaze is turned on Okku at that, the bear cub watching curiously from the sidelines with the rest of the household pets, all seemingly curious about these strange proceedings. Whatever his accomplice in previous events, however, he just pants excitedly at being noticed. Meanwhile, Cici gives her plant its first meal in the form of enriched water, a happy feeling bubbling up inside as she helps it along from these meager beginnings.

[“Guys, I did it! But we still have lots of time today for other stuff. What did you wanna do?”]

> Write--in

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>One shot just for some fun, an open-ended quest

Due to a flood you were separated from your tribe. You awaken many hours later, exhausted from having clung to a tree to avoid drowning. The waters have receded though for now.

>What do?

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this is an evo type thread in which we gradually ad civilisations and monuments to our little planet here.

currently there are no countries, due to the lack of cultures to claim them. as of now there are 4 races as detailed below. you don't have to make your culture out of one of these races, its fully encouraged to make or add your own races, but for those who can't be bothered or simply don't have the imagination to come up with something can pick up one of the presets and make it there own.

this is a fantasy setting by the way, so magic does exist to some extant.

map key
>tan: beach
>white: polar
>forest green: forest/jungle
>lime green: grasslands
>orange: desert
>grey: mountains

at the end of each day I'll check in to see whats happened and choose what to and what not too canonise, for example if suddenly a race of superhumans who eat cheese and fart fire emerges from the depths of mount doom then chances are it'll be scratched from the books and never be spoke of again.

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Thanks for joining in on the first thread of my first quest!
I’ll be running a twitter for updates:
> @Baudrillard_QM
And a discord if anyone likes chatting:
> https://discord.gg/pZgbPWm

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[DATE: 1/1/2017 ; LOCATION: UNKNOWN]
[PERSPECTIVE: ???]
“Lift up your chin buddy…”
A voice echoed, muffled to the point of be impossible to hear. The sound of it sent bursts of red through your sight as the raging bull of a migraine became further agitated. Every thought was too fuzzy, only the burning desire for the voice to leave.

“Now now dear, I know it hurts, shh...”

You instinctively flinch at the burning, over-sensitive touch on your chest, neck, and forehead. The feeling of some foreign object poking you in these places added new flares of pain as your mind slowly became more aware in the fog. Your eyelids struggle to open to see the origin of the voice, but even the minute rays of light that did enter felt like needles being jammed right into the pupil. It was excruciating.

”C’mon, just stay calm, you should keep your eyes shut…”
the voice was very soothing despite being so muffled, the fog in your mind distracting you from any details of the sound. The pain of your oversensitive flesh sang with agony as something pulled against your back, propping you up into a half-sitting position against a soft surface.

(continued)

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> Monday, August 10th, 2015

SITUATION: http://pastebin.com/ziMsX6th
MECHANICS: http://pastebin.com/49M2eE8Z
THE RULES: http://pastebin.com/BEsprkBZ
THE TANK: http://pastebin.com/sJsgig6B
THE DIVISIONS: http://pastebin.com/xCQZAdqU
THE SHOP: http://pastebin.com/v6xeDRXj
DANON’S THE TEAM: http://pastebin.com/bUU2v0z8

You get a phone call as you dress yourself up for the day. Around you in the locker room, other girls are quite busy getting themselves or boasting about what they did yesterday in the match. You have to admit, it was a complete slaughter. And that meant everyone was in high spirits. Even your own crew.

> + 10 MORALE TO ALL CREWMEMBERS

Heck, despite not wanting to buy into it, even you were buying into it just a little. First place in the division? It's basically locked up now.

You pick up the phone. “Lieutenant Commander Elodie Zumwalt.”

“Zumwalt.” Captain Spruance. Oh shit! “It's the Captain. There's a matter I need to talk to you about in person.” Oh shit shit shit. “Don't worry about taking a vacation day or anything, just come up to my office as soon as you can, alright?”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

“Elodie looks nervous,” says Winona. Stack, Josephina, and Ingrid look over, confused. “You alright, Ellie?”

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

> PANIC
> PANIC CITY HOME OF THE NEW YORK PANICS
> No. It's fine. You'll panic when you're not in public.
> Other

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Ogres of the Swamp, the strongest and proudest family on the plains

Quick rundown available upon request for easy introduction.

~24hr turn, except I'm lazy and shy, d'aww. So I usually post less than that

Previous Thread Archive

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With a wicked grin you shake the hand of Hitsugaya Toshiro and strike the deal.
The boy looks at you as if you're holding him by his balls. But to his credit he's not far from the truth.

"You see?
Was that hard?"

The boy groans in his defeat.
However before you could start gloating his lieutenant speaks up.

"Captain...
Are you sure that's a wise thing to do?
Striking a deal with a hollow is-"

"Be quiet Matsumoto!
I know what I'm doing!"

"No, you clearly don't!"

"Shut up! I'm the captain! Don't you forget that!
And besides... it's not like it wants anything in return..."

At this you begin coughing.
"Actually..."

He stops and starts thinking for a moment before remembering the terms of your agreement.
With a bit of shame he looks down at the floor before speaking up.
"I... I'll just be quiet from now on..."

"Good!
Looks like I didn't give you enough credit and you're just MOSTLY stupid."

"But I'm warning you...
If you do anything to Momo-"

"Are you still on about that?
If I wanted to hurt her then I wouldn't have to lift a finger.
Allowing her to live her for the rest of her long, long, long life as a cripple is an unusually cruel thing.
And it was ME who offered to heal her, remember?"

Isshin who has been tolerating this scene up until now finally steps forth and shuts both of you down.
"Okay kids, that's enough.
Hitsugaya, Matsumoto... you two need to lay down and rest or else you risk your wounds opening up.
And Kaizar, leave them alone. I think they had enough for a while."

With a sigh you begin walking out the door.
"Fine. I need some air anyways..."

Feeling a bit accomplished with a shinigami in your pocket you open up the door to the yard where you see Kurosaki Yuzu being tutored by Asher himself.
The elderly priest marvels at the girl as she keeps collecting reishi and eventually forms it into an oversized bow.

"Amazing...
Did you really learn it after your mom told it to you once?"

"Yup!"
She smiles at him.
But her joy slowly disappears as her mouth curves downward.
"But I can't do it fast enough or hold it since it's so big..."

Asher grabs his chin and begins humming.
"Can't you make it smaller?"

She shakes her head.
"I can only make it if it's this big..."

Asher then crouches with his aching joints and takes a closer look at the bow that's about as big as he is.
"Hmmm...
Hey Yuzu! I have an idea!"

"What is it?"

"How about you summon your bone arm?
Do you think you can do both at the same time?"

The girl looks at her bow, then back at Asher.
"I... I'll try."

She closes her eyes and begins to visibly exert a lot of energy.
You notice how she draws in the reishi particles around her as well as using what little energy she has to form her third arm.
She's already mixing her quincy techniques with her fullbring without even realizing it.

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You slowly return to consciousness, and feel absolutely nothing. You hear the cool wind blowing, but don't feel it ruffling your clothes, or mussing up your hair. Probably because you're dead. You've been dead for awhile, too. Long enough to rot. Maybe long enough for the rats to have stripped you clean, down to the bone. You slowly look around, with clouded eyes or empty sockets, and take in your surroundings, letting out a moaning noise as you do. You seem to be in a dark alleyway, or a dungeon of some kind. The roof is so far above you that it's out of sight, or maybe it just isn't there. You let out another groan, and raise your hands to inspect them.
>You see white, nicked bones, that wiggle on command.


>You see pallid grey flesh, that seems thicker, more bloated than it had been in life. Your fingers are sluggish to respond.