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"Not really C455. I'm missing Rachel. Also I've been trying to cut out woman and drugs." The decontamination procedure ends, allowing you to twist and remove the helmet. You know C455 can still hear you from the facility bugs, even if she can't really reply now. "Which makes me realise I don't deserve my wife and disapearing might be for the best." You actually mope, for once in your life. Hesitating before you unzip and unfasten the numerous seals and zippers keeping you in your suit.

But a random unimportant group of chemistry staff come round the corner, heading back to work from a pissbreak with their helmets of their hazmat space suits slung under their arms. You manage to muster up a grin and swagger as you pass.

> Check up on DEMO while you're down here.

> Maybe you should see Jerry and Maxi

> Hey isn't that the security guard who talked shit over the radio?

> Write-In

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What is the singular mark of a great leader? Is it intelligence? Foresight? Compassion?

Many would presume that there is no definitive answer for such a complicated question. And Cassandra, a single mother with a growing number of responsibilities fit to match the number of scales on her posterior, certainly felt nowhere near an epiphany as she woke in the chill morning air of her bed chamber. The waning incandescence of the pitiful excuse for a sunrise is also not fit to shed much light on matters, real or metaphorical as she blinks away the darkened remnants of her formerly pleasant dreams.

In the end, all she really knew is that time would afford her more chances to power through her failures, bit by bit stumbling toward success. What’s more: despite the hateful groans she makes as she claws herself out of bed at this ungodly hour, there is a determination within her belly than hadn’t been there the day before.

There are also quite a few bruises, purplish lumps of painfully tender flesh that groan in protest as she does her best to slither stealthily to her one place of respite. Warm water and cool white powder mixed with moth dust soon after do wonders to hide the previous day’s brutalities as she dons a shirt, skirt, and a smile. After all, Vivi wouldn’t be far behind.

--

In the end, it’s both Vivi and Cici that come scrabbling up the tower sometime later, the latter clinging to the former through a pitiful yawn as she squints in the light of the rising sun. Much like her mother, the young girl knew little in the ways about leadership, only that spending time with her family was important. That alone is enough to make her smile gently as she notices that today, they’ll get to have breakfast together.

“Goodmorning, Mama…” She punctuates with another large yawn.

[“And good morning voices. What did you guys wanna do today?”]

> Write-in

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So the last game has died off from humanity, but not to fear, people.

Because it's time to suggest another one to ruin it!

Game Length:
Short: 3 Act Structure
Medium: 6 Act Structure
Long: 12 Act Structure

Narration Style:
Linear Style: Only the GM will proceed to the story while the players will interact the responses

Non-Linear Style: The GM and the players will proceed to the story and also interact the responses as it progresses.

Roulette style: When the game had started, a player will be chosen as a GM randomly, once it was picked, the gm will have 10 story progression turns before another player will have theirs once the turn as a gm is over.

However, depending on the styles of Linear and Non-Linear on roulette, it will be effective by this choice.

After you have voted the length and style, suggest a TV show, Book, Movie or Video Game would you like get this treatment.

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Too fast.
This is all going by too fast.

Each brief respite from the waking world that exists between blinks is filled with visions of rest. Hallucinations of much more calm and tidy times.

You feel yourself carefully slide into unconsciousness but for a moment in one of these blinks. You see friends, relatives, people whom you call family. Your minor expedition into the other side rudely interrupted with the shrill voice of your tutor.

"-Louise, look here." The green-haired knight, Felice, lectures you one more time, "-You need to try that again, but don't strike the target until it heats up, Louise. You're striking too soon."

You're starting to seriously regret asking this woman for help.

You are Louise Lacerte; the tired Princess-Hero of Gallete. You would normally be much more happy to introduce yourself, but today has been a day of exceptions all around. You're desperate to stop monsters from the abyss from attacking your friend, and your teacher is the best chance you have.

You're starting to slowly come to grips with the terrifying and remarkable power gifted to you as part of being a protector of the land. This has come at the cost of being mentored by a green-haired knight with similar magical powers to yourself. You wouldn't mind this so much; if she just stopped for about ten seconds to give you a break.
You sigh as she hammers off another line of technical jargon involving things which you have no understanding of!

"Okay, stop." You command your teacher, and raise your hand. "I didn't understand what you just told me. You're going to have to slow down."
"Louise, I'm not trying to go too fast, but you have to understand this lesson. It's the basis for everything I need to teach you."

"T-then I can't do it!" You throw your hands up, "I just.. can't do it, then. I don't see how I could."

You slump to your knees, "All of your words are just becoming a giant jumble in my head. This is impossible. I don't see how anyone could do it."

"Is that how you feel?" Felice crosses her arms.

"It is, please, just slow down a little."

"Great!" She stoops down and gradually help you stand up. "Then you feel exactly like I did after my first magic lesson! Well done, Louise!"

"..I wasn't joking Felice, I really hurt."

"Neither was I!" She pats your head, while smiling. "Let's take a break and go get lunch, then!"

>A-actually. I think I'll use my lunch break to take a nap, good night.
>F-food. I really, really want food.
>And water.
>No, no, no. I can do this! A little more training, please!
>Try not to collapse.
>Other?

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I included the null-rule here but you don't have to list it in each post, faggots.
http://pastebin.com/YLEq5p6w

Don't know what any of this shit is, faggot? https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nomic

Previous threads: >>1017619 and http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=qstNomic, faggots. Guess what you nitwits, I rolled a 1 >>1029013, so I'm claiming Shii as my waifu, faggots.

Current poster information via their trps is as follows, !!uQDFACN/nr6 has 4 QuestYen, !SUYQO3V0lc (me) has 19 QuestYen and Shii as my waifu who now has 1 MP, !!FhZa5uNAoVx is currently the Wizard and the target, with 4MP, 19 QuestYen, Kneesocks as his waifu who has 6MP, all of them are faggots.

25 (ma) If an invalid change is not challenged within 3 hours it becomes valid.
26 (ma) During their turn, by paying 1000 MP and 1000 QuestYen, the player may commence a marriage ceremony with a waifu they have claimed. The marriage ceremony lasts 10h, after the which, the marrying player will win this Nomic game.
27 (ma) Players can't make valid posts until another player posts immediately before them.
28 (ma) A vote is defined by vote(x,y,z), where x is the number of votes in favor, y is the number of voters and z is time in minutes. The vote ends after z minutes from the last vote cast. If at the end of voting x > y/2 the vote passes, otherwise the vote doesn't pass. Posters who elect to vote may only vote and their posts are considered valid.
29 (ma) All new rules the Wizard creates may be magical (mg), along its other subtypes. Notation must follow the pattern of (a, b, c, etc), e.g. (mg, i).
31 (ma) Common and simple definitions for terms are present in the pastebin http://pastebin.com/TMTWRRM0 (embed). Definitions can be changed, added or removed on a passing vote(2,2,30). If the definitions change, an up to date pastebin replaces the old one via this rule and not by a poster modifying the rules. Unless keywords are defined elsewhere in the rules or in the pastebin here, any undefined terms are taken to be definitions from dictionary.com.
32 (ma) Any poster may use 500 QuestYen to raise an OBJECTION! An OBJECTION! will postpone one specified poster's Hammer of Justice from slamming by 5 hours. OBJECTION!s from multiple different posters targeted at the same poster will NOT stack, and if the specified poster does not have a Hammer of Justice, there is no effect.
"33 (ma) Newly created rules must be numbered with the lowest unused whole number."

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Kiki-hime sits in the bed next to you, looking confused, cradling a bowl of steaming soup as you look down at you lap.

It's one thing to feel responsible for having caused Rie to suffer injury and discomfort, which you did by allowing her to take responsibility for the part youkai, part ghost, mart human sorceress Melinda Blitzenberg. True you didn't want to force the issue with your guardian youkai at the time; a God's-Eye Nekomata is not a force to be trifled with. But to be inadvertently responsible for her being transformed into what may as well be a human? Rie has no power, no special abilities, not even a hint of her original nature, save that she can still see into the world that you see and inhabit still.

The worst part is she doesn't know what has happened yet.

You're not sure which you feel worse about, Inau-kun's injury – not your fault at all, really, but she was fighting at your side when it happened – or Rie's curse. Though....if it is a curse you might, just might, be able to do something about that. Your abilities of Fire are still forming, still unstable, and that gives you a slight advantage over the sorceress Er Yin and the priestess Kiku. Of course, that could also make things worse by the some token. But you still have a few tricks up your sleeves.

“Ghuh!” You double over slightly as Kiki-hime pokes you in the belly with the back end of the spoon. She flips it over and then fills the deep Chines style spoon with broth and bits of onion and peppers.

“Eat, Ryu-chan. You can think about these things when you have gotten better.” You really can't argue; your left arm is in terrific agony after you caught a magical fan to the forearm. Apparently you count as a divine weapon when acting on Amaterasu-Omikami's instructions, because that demon fan was utterly destroyed. Your nearly indestructible left arm was badly injured as a result, but it is healing. Very slowly, but healing none the less.

“Yes, waifu,” you murmur, much to Kiki-hime's chagrin. She can't help but smile and blush, because she knows you actually mean it as an endearment.

You let her feed you, and as she gives you spoonfuls of incredibly delicious hot and sour soup (made by Er Yin undoubtedly, given that it is actually a spell in the form of soup and Chinese style at that) you consider how exactly you're going to tell Rie what has happened.

[] Let Kiki feed you then relax for a while, get better first.
[] Finish your soup, then go see to your injured loved ones and guardian spirit.
[] Ask Kiki-hime if she would mind helping you up so you can see your companions.
[] You're not going to be ale to rest until you take care of things, so get up – Er Yin said you could try.
[] Seek them through the Void, and use that to investigate your wounded lovers and friends.

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"Time to rise and shine, kiddo" a puff of smoke hits your face, nearly making you jump off the bed. Carla seems to still be fast asleep, however Duke is standing next to your bed, a cigar in hand.
The man laughs at your reaction and goes to sit on the nearby beanbag chair. "What are you doing here?" you rub your eyes and stretch "It kinda is my home, Phil" fair enough.
"I thought you'd show up last night..." your words trail off as you look outside before remembering you're in the moon. While you're pretty sure the place has a day and night cycle,
the only change you witnessed was in artificial illumination. "Well it's still technically night, if you go by the clock and street illumination settings" you nod, getting up from the bed in the most silent manner you can mange
"What do you want?" Duke frowns "Want? I came here to deliver on the stuff your little party asked, remember?" right, that. "That means you got everything then"
he cracks his neck and puts the cigar to his mouth, inhaling the cancerous smoke. "Yeah" a brief pause to let out the smoke before he continues "Kinda" you frown, all this wait and the best he can do is 'kinda'?
"What went wrong?" the man gets up and heads to the balcony. Opening the door he looks out to the well-lit metropolis. "I'm not trying to be dramatic or anything, but after I dug up stuff on you shit kinda hit the fan for me"
you walk up next to him. "How so? There's nothing wrong about me" he raises an eyebrow "Kid, you don't need to hide your game. We're in the same team. Problem is now my supervisors are out for my head for digging you up"
"Same team? I work security and that's all. What's that 'little secret' you referred to anyway, does it have to do with this? He nods and throws the remains of the cigar out from the balcony and onto the street below.
"Look, if you don't trust me with it that's fine but let's stop playing games. You are -" what a weird time for thunder to strike your ears "- Philips and you work for the same people as I do"
"No I don't. I have no clue what you're talking about" he shrugs "Well whatever you want then. Your new identities are on the living room table along with a computer filled with contacts and intel"
He shakes his head "Unitologists. Goddamn Unitologists. Always knew they would be trouble but the crap you've been sending me-" correction, Carla has been sending him "It's just insane"
"Welcome to my world" he pulls out another two cigars and offers you one.
>Take it
>No thanks
"So what do you figure your next step is?"
>I want to locate a patient who alledgely knew of the Necromorphs
>I want to try and start up an anti-unitologist movement
>I want to locate proof on the unitologists' wrongdoings by infiltrating them
>Write-in

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Your name is Haskell, son of Sven. A young Norse man of about seventeen, and heir to a family that has long since begun spiralling, and a farm that has been fallow for too long. A father who lost most of his hand raiding, a mother who took ill on a sickness brought back on the longships, and a brother who’s entire raiding party hasn’t been heard from in six months, presumed lost to the sea.

That’s turning around. A local priest explained the recurring dream you’d been having: prophetic in nature, a way for Odin to let you know you’d been chosen as a Paladin, a champion of his religion along with your three oldest friends. Unfortunately, neither him nor anyone else of his pantheon can contact you until you find the mythical Atlas of the Conqueror. It was last held by Charlemagne, as is rumored to be somewhere on mainland Europe. That doesn’t matter so much, though. They say you don’t find the Atlas; it finds you when it thinks you’re ready for the vast responsibility it places on your shoulders.

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4th month of the invasion
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Fort Valor has been taken by the enemy. The smoke still visible on the horizon tells us that much. The few struggling refuges with fresh wounds passing earlier fill out the details. As we cannot march to reinforce a fort we no longer hold, we need a new plan.

The small hamlet of Crow's Bridge isn't on most maps, and the few souls who live here have staunchly refused to join the refuges streaming west. They'll be overrun before long if they stay, and then put to the sword.

If any survivors from Fort Valor fled the battle, they would heading to Crow's Bridge. If we hold it, we aid those who live here keep their lives and we have a chance to pick up lucky survivors from the battle. Denying the Pytherian advance whatever supplies they can scrounge from this small hamlet would be a boon.

With Fort Valor wiped off the map, we're the only friendly force with any cohesion for miles. That means keeping these people alive is on us. Try not to get killed too early.

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LONG LIVE KING RADOVID!
PER REVELATION OF THE HEINOUS ACTS COMMITTED BY WITCH AND MAGES, AS IN THE COUP OF THANNED AND THE ASSASSINATION OF THREE NORTHERN MONARCHS, THE SOVEREIGN CROWN HAS SENT A ROYAL DECREE WITH THE OBJECTIVE OF FREEING OUR LANDS FROM THE CONNIVING EVIL THAT PLAGUED AND WEAKEN IT,
THE ROYAL DECREE OF OUR ESTEMED KING RADOVID STATES THAT ALL MAGES WILL BE HUNTED DOWN AND THEIR PROPERTY APPROPRIATED, ALL OF THEIR WEALTH WILL BE USED TO SUPPORT REDENIA'S EFFORTS TO FIGHT BACK THE NILFGAARDIAN SLAVERS AND KEEP THE NORTH TRUE AND FREE
I REPEAT
ALL MAGES WILL BE PUT TO THE TORCH AND THEIR HOLDINGS CONFISCATED FOR THE GOOD OF THE NORTH
LONG LIVE REDENIA, LONG LIVE KING RADOVID

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Save the Princess (male) from the Knight

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>Statistics: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1p2K_evlFKjbblbSTf3ZSf-0xECyNHEeiQEgyiFdADcw/edit?usp=sharing
>Character: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1F43-0W17qNQ3Q_FwOOQPYw8Rf4HmSCFrEcAv-uOPQD0/edit?usp=sharing
>Tasks: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1agFmzgoNb0jeqd2G9H2voZ5Zm4N6fxPTQXQyt_GY9ec/edit?usp=sharing
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‘It’s unexpected – that you’d have such good taste, Commander.’ Shigure chirps, looking up at you through the feed. You chuckle as you raise the throttle, glad that Yuubari had seen fit to put some choice on the board. ‘I’ve always been more into rhythm, but can’t go wrong with a little rock.’

‘It’s not from me.’ You admit, your small bout of laughter dying down. The instruments were a lot more stable compared to the last time you’d brought the RAY for a spin, but with the sensations that invaded you all at once, you could still feel a little drag. ‘I don’t know heads of tails of how this thing works outside of what I’m thought. You can thank Yuubari for having it on the menu.’ ‘There’re a few more tunes to play, but… I think we’re sufficiently loose, wouldn’t you?’ A thought strikes you as you regard the lone Destroyer. ‘By the way, Shigure, nice air-guitaring back there.’

Shigure doesn’t reply, but you do see a small upturn of her lips. Nachi huffs, her expression changing.

‘It’s a… well-meaning attempt on your end and as far as selections go it’s not bad as a tune, but I don’t see how Yuubari would’ve seen it to have any visible effect on our mission performance.’

‘Don’t diss the tape deck.’ Kaga raises a finger, pointing it at her comrade. ‘A good song is a good song, whichever way you slice it.’ Her defensive tone slightly surprises you. ‘Any way you go about it, it’s at least a decent gesture.’ She adopts Nachi’s own huffy tone. ‘That it’s something worth rocking out to is just a bonus, don’t you think?’

‘As much I enjoy a boom-box top twenty, I think I’d appreciate it more if we had our minds on what’s going on over a head-banging session.’ She crosses her arms, looking directly at you. ‘I’m not trying to be a worry-wart, but I do have every intention of coming back alive, even if none of you do.’

With that one sentence, the whole hull turns cold.

>‘No good to be stressed out a hundred percent of the time.’
>‘Yeah, I think in this line of work… you can’t help it, I guess.’
>‘I think that you need a little bit of both. Being a little bit too on-edge isn’t good, but neither’s dropping your guard.’
>‘I don’t know what to say to that, truthfully.’ (End the discussion)
>Write-In

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Boss fight edition!

Previous thread here: >>1001769

A Fenster Production

Classic quest is a co-operative skirmish fitted to retro rpg systems. Emphasis is on role-play and character interaction, with combat being simplified in front of the screen but holding depth behind. Players themselves choose what their character will do and the paths they will follow, but as a whole it is the group in collaboration who will pull towards one outcome or another.

If you enjoy the retro aesthetic, classic Final Fantasy, Chrono Trigger, and other classic game systems then this is what you're looking for. Unlike the classic systems, the combat encounters are planned and should be intuitive enough to foresee their arrivals, and difficulties are pre-set in order to prevent time spent grinding just to complete basic quests. The system itself does include dice rolls, but they are all on back-end. All that a player needs to understand is their character and what they want to accomplish. Characters themselves will be capable of customization right away, holding unique sprites once they have acquired non-standard gear to equip.

Thank you for your time, and may you have the best of luck in your upcoming endeavors.

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Welcome back to the (extremely late) seventy-second installment of Mecha Space Pirate Quest. I'm Wong, your host, and today you are once again Admiral Roarke S. Starwind of the Iron Kestrels, a man with every reason to be smug. You might be Amos later, but for now, you are Roarke.


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Last time, you successfully completed a tremendous dual heist, robbing General Fairchild's home of her niece, beating up her maid, vandalizing her property, and then robbing the Europan Museum of Culture's Auric Treasures of Terra exhibit. In the process, you beat up a dozen of the fearsome Praetorian Guards led by one Lieutenant Jane Mappa, and successfully outmaneuvered General Regina Hatsheput, a former ally and the lover of your Second Mate, Mohammed Al Tabir.

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In a time of global crisis, an elite international task force known as Overwatch was formed. Soldiers, scientists, adventurers, and oddities: together, they ended the Omnic Crisis and restored peace to a war-torn world. The heroes of Overwatch kept peace for a generation, inspiring an era of exploration, innovation, and discovery.

After many years, Overwatch became troubled, and finally disbanded. World conflict began to rise again. Overwatch was gone…but the world still needed heroes.

You are a young man who's been many things: adventurer, treasure hunter, freedom fighter, and international criminal. Recently you encountered the re-formed Overwatch: a grand title for two ex-agents, Winston and Tracer, operating as outlaws out of an abandoned Watchpoint. Despite their down-and-out-status, or perhaps because of it, you were inspired to join them. You left your old life behind to become the first recruit of the new Overwatch.

Now you and Tracer are travelling the globe, defending the people of the world from harm and searching for potential agents to rebuild Overwatch. The world needs heroes. Maybe you can be one of them.

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