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You consider laying low.

"Ryouma! I could really use your help!" Kokonoe pleads.

Well, there goes that option.

"Eat a dick, you shit-licking mutt!" Hazama shouts, turning to face you. "Why don't you just do the world a favor and die?!"

You get ready to fend him off–you can practically feel his hatred emanate. Just like last time, his rollicking insinuations of superiority torture you more than any wound. You start muttering, "Restriction 666 released..."

"I would do it for you," he goes on, "but, unfortunately for ME, I've still got a timetable to uphold and a Cocoon to prepare. But THANK GOD I caught wind of this possibility beforehand."

He adds that last comment with a few laced hints of envy and bitterness as he casually strolls off.

You attempt to pursue him, but are immediately greeted by a feminine figure cloaked in purple, wearing a witch's hat–among other occult forms of raiment.

Her face shrouded behind an impenetrable veil of darkness.

"Now, then... Phantom... I think we've overstayed our welcome," Hazama wryly comments.

The entity opens a portal without so much as a gesture or sound.

"Wouldn't you agree?" he asks in false amity.

And, with that, they vanish into shade.

As you direct your attention back at the Murakumo Units, Lambda starts to dissolve into seithr–without any warning.

"What?! What the hell's going on?!" Kokonoe demands.

"I wouldn't know," you remark as she disintegrates.

"...Damn it!" she resumes. "He reprogrammed Noel into getting Lambda to think she was some kind of upgrade!"

"What?! When?!" you ask.

Then it hits you.

"Wait... I've already got it figured out," you tell her. "It was on the 31st..."

You go on, saying, "That was when Terumi rewrote her memories with Ouroboros."

Noel gets engulfed by the seithr from Lambda.

"Well, there goes any means I had of killing Terumi..." Kokonoe morosely mutters as the two of you gawk and stare.

The gleaming mass of seithr fades, having fulfilled its function.

Still, you wonder why the wretched intelligence agent left you with your objective.

Not that it appears to be of any benefit; Noel looks just shy of catatonic.

No sooner do you think that than she slowly appears to rouse from it.

She stops kneeling like a marionette with her strings cut and stands, looking up at you.

"...Ryouma?" she asks.

"You rotten backstabbers," you overhear. "YOU INHUMAN FILTH!"

Tsubaki.

>"How'd you know my name?"
>"How much did Makoto tell you?"
>"Don't worry, Noel."
>"Get the hell away from her."
>[write-in]
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>>1020142
*insert OCD*
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>>1020142
*groan* Kokonoe, can you please sort this out? I can almost guarantee they will not listen to me."
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"Tsubaki?" Noel asks, backing away in terror. "Why would you say something like that?"

"Don't act like you don't know, you fucking slime," Tsubaki answers.

"Got any ideas, Kokonoe?" you ask.

Tsubaki charges at you, as if with a newfound resolve.

She screams, drawing Izayoi.

You reflexively parry her attack with one of your knives.

"Of course I do!" Kokonoe answers.

Noel provides cover fire with Bolverk, trying to keep Tsubaki at a distance.

"Noel, you there?"

"Yes, ma'am," she answers.

"There's a rendezvous point on the top floor. I transferred Lambda–that girl that was with you–there this morning in an attempt to take out Hazama."

You can tell from the sound of her voice that she's trying to choose her words carefully.

She adds, "You can see how well that turned out. But it's a common rendezvous point."

"Acknowledged," Noel replies.

You would raise an eyebrow–if it wasn't for the fact that Tsubaki was currently trying to stab you.

You eventually realize you can just walk around, avoiding her strikes altogether.

"Noel! GET BACK HERE AND DIE FOR ME!" Tsubaki screams and raves.

Noel pauses, turning around.

"Whatever you do, don't kill her!" she adds with tears.

>Nod.
>"You've got it."
>"I'll try."
>"I'll do my best!"
>"Tsubaki... have you gone blind?!"
>"Restriction 666 released..."
>"Hazama's been using you, you stupid bitch!"
>[write-in]

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You are Allen Starwind, a starship captain and veteran of the Great Interstellar War. Your starship is old, yet (mostly) reliable, and you must take on jobs in order to bring in enough cash to keep it flying. Last time, you arrived on New Albany, met a rebel commander, and got ready to fence some guns. Good luck, and fair skies.

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You frown at the Major, unsure if this is the right time to bring this up. "I've heard rumors of people going missing around here under strange circumstances," you say. "Is there any truth to that?"

The Major raises an eyebrow at you. "Strange is certainly one way to put it," he replies. "People have been going missing for quite some time around here. Ever since the end of the War, really."

"And it's not the militias making people disappear?" Virgo speaks up.

"Not likely," the Major says simply. "The militias have conducted several manhunts after some of their people went missing in the same fashion. They wouldn't be making such a big deal out of finding a missing person if they were the ones making them disappear."

"So what kind of strange circumstances are we talking about?" You grimace at the confirmation that these events are indeed happening.

"Firstly, all the disappearances follow the same MO. They take place after dark, and they almost always happen to people who don't have many friends or family. People whose absence wouldn't be noticed right away." He sighs. "Other than that, my information on the subject is pretty limited."

"Sounds like quite a few people have gone missing if this has been happening for two years," Tom crosses his arms.

"Estimates put the number anywhere from the high hundreds, to around eight thousand," the Major says. "Lots of folks have gone missing at night, but some of those are likely not connected, so the estimates vary wildly. Plus this planet's law enforcement is a joke."

"And there's no speculation of who could be behind it?" You speak up next, frowning.

The Major chuckles. "There's plenty of speculation. The problem is that most of it is so out-there that you'd get laughed out of any respectable detective's office for mentioning it."

>"What do you think is happening? Surely you must have a hunch."
>"Well, I'll just be taking my pay and going then." (ends conversation)
>"So now that you've got rifles, how are you planning on getting ammunition?"
>Write-in.
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>>1020010
>>"What do you think is happening? Surely you must have a hunch."
>"So now that you've got rifles, how are you planning on getting ammunition?"
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>>1020010
>"What do you think is happening? Surely you must have a hunch."
>"So now that you've got rifles, how are you planning on getting ammunition? Other than taking it piecemeal off the webbing of dead militia men."

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The world is dark, what little illumination existing coming from the rusted lantern you use to guide your way. Its warm aura does little to stop the bitter wind and snow that chill your bones, bringing with it intense pangs of fatigue that threaten to ground you, perhaps permanently. Regardless, you push forward, your goal in mind as you gruellingly make your way towards the crest of the frozen hill you’ve spent the past 50 minutes climbing.
The crunch of your well-worn leather boots in the pure snow below merely serves to remind you of how long you’ve been walking. As you near the hill, the veil of cloud separating the moonlight from the permafrost seems to thin for a moment, and in a blink of an eye, is torn away. The moonlight’s gaze washes everything in a dull light, and before you you can see a vast frozen beach, the near black tides standing in sharp contrast to the white snowscape that makes up most of the beach.
Taking only a moment, you gauge the distance to the bottom from the top of this jagged hill of yours, and laying down, proceed to slide to the bottom in a matter of moments. Standing up, you see what you’ve come here for - the driftwood you seek lines the shore in much more numbers than you’re used to. Walking through the least icy path to the driftwood, you feel your heart skip a beat. This is more than you’ve heard of in ages, more than any other night has contained in the past decade.
As you reach to pick it up, the sound of boots in the snow makes itself known to you. Quickly making your way to the bottom of the hill, you hide yourself in a small ice crevice, hoping your boot prints are quickly erased by the falling snow, but you can’t be sure. You hug your knees to your chest, remembering why you even came out here in the first place...

>The Naive - You were here for no real reason - the beach has always been where you’ve turned to if you can’t sleep. However, with this amount of driftwood, you could sell it and help out with getting the medicine for your father. Perhaps Master Chavez will even promote you...
+ 15 Diplomacy
+ 10 Medical
- 10 Perception

>The Vengeful - A member of the lower classes, you seek a stock of driftwood to help you kickstart the revolution. Whether you decide to burn the valuable resource, sell it for supplies and wealth, or just use it for your own gain, that doesn’t really matter to you. But denying the Andites their resource? That’s exactly what you want.
+ 15 Madness Resistance
+ 5 Combat
- 5 Blessing

>The Purposeless - The secrets of driftwood are known to you and you alone, and you wish to bring the supplies back to a safe place. If all goes well, you may even be able to plant trees across the island, ones untainted by whatever manner of corruption most on this island suffer from.
+ 10 Sailing
+ 5 Blessing
- 10 Madness Resistance
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>>1019556
>The Naive - You were here for no real reason - the beach has always been where you’ve turned to if you can’t sleep. However, with this amount of driftwood, you could sell it and help out with getting the medicine for your father. Perhaps Master Chavez will even promote you...
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>The Naive - You were here for no real reason - the beach has always been where you’ve turned to if you can’t sleep. However, with this amount of driftwood, you could sell it and help out with getting the medicine for your father. Perhaps Master Chavez will even promote you...
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>The Naive - You were here for no real reason - the beach has always been where you’ve turned to if you can’t sleep. However, with this amount of driftwood, you could sell it and help out with getting the medicine for your father. Perhaps Master Chavez will even promote you...

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Last time, on our Bizarre Adventure...
We agreed to help the Nazis fight against some sort of strange Vampires that had appeared in Italy, met another Stand user, and during our trip to Italy were attacked by what we suspect is a enemy Stand user, who has just thrown us flying into the air on our new, very fancy car, because of course you had to tempt fate by asking "what could go wrong"
And now, the adventure continues!
You soar into the air, leaving behind a trail of flames, your car attempting to move forwards, though some strange force seems to be preventing you from going anywhere but up
"Goddamit why does everything always go wrong"
"Goddamit, why did I have to be in the car with you" Complains Alexander- A couple of snarky replies come to mind, but right now is probably not the time for that, what with you still going UP, and it´s getting faster- Why isn´t [Eurobeat]´s [Wings of Fire] moving you forward? Your gas is being used up very fast by maintaining it- Shit,what do you do!?

Suddenly, the realization strikes you- And you stop [Eurobeat]´s effect on the car, quickly slowing down your ascent... and begin falling at a worrying speed.
" What the fuck are you doing Julian? We´re going to crash into the ground!" The Nazi says, looking at you as if you´d gone insane
"I think i figured out how their ability works!" You tell him "It´s converting any movement we have into vertical movement!"
" But now we´re just going to hit the ground ! And i´m too far away from any plants to stop our fall with [Guns & Roses]!

>That´s where my plan comes in... (roll 1d100) (Warning, High DC)
>Don´t you have any of those seeds leftover?
>Try thinking of something else (1d100)
>Other: What?
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>fucked up formatting again
reeeee
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>>1018511
>Don´t you have any of those seeds leftover?
Grow a fuckhueg tree under the car!
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Where´d everyone go?

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Welcome to cabin control quest.

Here we take on the role of the control room from cabin in the woods. The stable is full, the gods have their popcorn and we got snuff to make.

> You do not control the threat

Instead you will be trying to guide him to kill in order of the ritual. The rules are that [THE WHORE] must die first and [THE VIRGIN] must either be a lone survivor or die last.

The gods like some titties so bonus points if the whore fucks someone or strips before dying.

> What do we control

We have 4 departments: Intelligence, Demolition, Technology and Chem.

Tech: Control all the shutting and locking of doors, lights and even the survivors phones!

Chem: Get people horny? Make people dumb? Make comfy survivors sleep? YA BOYS IN THE LAB GOTCHU!

Demo: Blow shit up? They arrive by boat? BOOM! Arrive by car, BLOW THE TUNNEL/BRIDGE! These guys aren't allowed to dirnk until the ritual is done for obvious reasons.

Intel: Gotta scout the survivors to know which order to kill them in. Plus know thy enemy.

> So what's the catch?

Every ritual has 1 disaster happen which we will roll for soon. Who knows what will happen?
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Tw: @StarbornQ
Cs: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1csg7vC-Yz10aAqk9ZwdCNv24obLGTtM5p6bKkPq1Pgc/edit#heading=h.74gk3dg6mvjp
Discord Invite: https://discord.gg/xM2aCYq

Starborn Thread 0: https://yuki.la/qst/486356
Starborn Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Starborn
Cabin Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Cabin
What Came Next Archive:
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cabins > wagons
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With a reluctant sigh you swipe the card on the sixth redudnant layer of security and walk into your office. The paper starbucks cup in your hand is worn from your grip, but you suckle down the last drops of lukewarm macha shacka backa mocca latte-cinno or whatever the fuck as if it were the very nectar of the Ancient Ones' scaled teat.

Your room is unchanged, yet it doesn't feel the same. Looking around at all the monitors, buttons and levers, you don't feel the same majesty or spark in you. The world is different, like all the colour is drained out of the room; Is this getting old?

No this is being an unplanned parent.

This is knowing that you're raising a child in a world on borrowed time.

This is a fucking Monday at work murdering teens.

"Hey James." Hansen says as you walk in, "How's the family?"

> Divorced and Abroad, Gone

> We're in Counselling

> Hoping I keep it together from now on

> Write-In

>Previous Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/693636/
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>Twitter: https://twitter.com/WeaselThat
>MC's Character Info & Moveset: http://pastebin.com/WyzgB2Dt

>Introduction:

" I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?" ~ Ernest Hemingway

You are...? ...? Huh... Now that you think about it, you don't really have a name anymore, so the last pseudonym you used ("Fortuna Mistral") will have to suffice. Not to say that the name "Katja Hartkern" isn't bad or doesn't have a certain panache to it, but you're not comfortable calling yourself anymore; Too much hidden baggage. What's sad about that is that it's not even the biggest personal problem on your plate either; You're still slowly trying to come to grips with the fact that your past, your cozy memories of living in an old mining town in Australia with parents that loved and supported you every step of the way in your life... Was a fabrication. Or that it was implied that you were created in a laboratory alongside 17 others that weren't exactly clones, but not necessarily "Brothers & Sisters" either...

And of courses, that's to not to mention the fact that you've been trying to fight urges of backsliding into the bubbling cauldron of South Town's criminal underworld as a hired enforcer once again after so much progress living on the straight-and-narrow(-ish). Or that your house (More of a cabin, really) is falling apart and you're currently shacked up in a friendly gangster's penthouse suite while repairs are being made. And oh yeah, you don't even want to start thinking about the kind of hellish training you're going to have to put yourself through to get up to the kind of levels required to be more than just another bracket-filler in the next King of Fighters tournament, assuming that you'll do well enough in the side-tournament going down in a couple of weeks that'll decide who gets to be made part of the "Official Invitation Team"...

But right now, as you slip into a pair of pajamas, none of that matters to you; Not the fat check you got from winning Kazuori Kazahaya's little underground fighting tournament tonight, not how you're going to let your current sensei know that you don't want to learn the art of Kyokugen Karate anymore the next time you see him... Hell, not even what you're going to say to his daughter to try and get out of serving time for what you've done in your checkered past. No, all that matters now is that you finally get to go to sleep after a long, tiring day, your head hitting the pillow before you can turn off the lights.

>Your dream is...?

>A. Something Surreal.

>B. Something Sullen & Moody.

>C. Something A E S T H E T I C.

>D. Write-In Vote.

>E. Something happening in the real world while you sleep.
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>>1018630

Also, here is the pure story text for those interested (It's quicker to read than suptg archives):

King of Fighters Quest 1-9: http://pastebin.com/a8cqm8sk

King of Fighters Quest 10-12: http://pastebin.com/yxx6WRXv
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>>1018630
>C. Something A E S T H E T I C.
Welcome back!
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>>1018650

>"I'm interested in aesthetics, in the way things look, in finding something in an image that maybe people haven't seen." ~ Alexa Chung

>New Thread Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cU8HrO7XuiE

You wake up to the sounds of seagulls and waves crashing, the setting sunlight giving everything around you a pastel/washed-out kind of look.

You've... Been here before? Looking around, it feels like you're on a bluff right next to "Sound Beach" in South Town, USA... Except Sound Beach was man-made (Along with the island it's part of) and doesn't have a lighthouse, so...?

"Sorry dude!" you hear some guy on roller-blades yell as he zipped by you, snapping your focus back to getting up and out of people's way. "Christ, I smell like a whale puked me up..." Look at your limbs, you can see that you're covered in wet sand and your clothes are dirty, wrinkled and have bits of seaweed sticking to them. "Feels like I might have..."

You follow a little walkway and cross a pedestrian bridge that leads onto a sidewalk that's at the end of an extremely long street packed with what look to be bars, eateries, high-end clothing stores and a hotel with a gaudy neon sign audibly buzzing the whole place feeling alive in a way you just haven't felt South Town mimic in all of your time living there. Then again, you weren't even alive when the city had it's best days, so what do you know?

"Food..." you hear yourself grumble, then check your pockets to find you don't have a wallet, or any kind of identification... So, you sit down on a stone bench and try to think things over when you hear a telephone booth a few steps away start to ring, something deep within your being telling you to pick up.

>A. Answer the phone ringing off the hook.

>B. Explore the area a little bit more; This place has a sleazy charm you just don't see anymore.

>C. Roll 1d100 and Mug the first person you see for pocket change; you're getting hungry.

>D. Write-In Vote.

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Continued from >>976204
(moe's still down, can't get thread #3 or #4)
http://archived.moe/qst/thread/856808/
http://archived.moe/qst/thread/872212/

>>989575
With Captain Novem rescued, you begin your full assault on Hotel Division's Commander!
HOOOOO-RAH!

As for the plan, Novem and Patch agree that the best idea to steal the UFO and head over to Deep River in the Phi sector.

What now?

Inventory (8/10): AIR GUN(5), CHOCO-CHEESY BANANA, BUCKET(2/3):[MICE(2), TWIGS(5)], RUG, KEYS, POSTER, SPEAR

Roll a 2d50 die, and the person with the highest amount within thirty minutes of this post gets to decide
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Rolled 4, 33 = 37 (2d50)

>>1018427
To the Deep River we go! Get the guys to explain more about the resistance en route.
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Rolled 6, 10 = 16 (2d50)

>>1018427
>gather anything of potential usefulness from the fort

>THEN ride the UFO
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>>1018662
You all decide to hijack the UFO here and make your way to Deep River!
However, to get to the Phi sector, you're gonna have to go through the Chi sector first...

END OF CHAPTER 2

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‘No chickening out edition’


Plague’s Twatter; @MaxtbspamPlague


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You see fire.


A city.


Burning. You hear no screams, no sounds of distress, not even the crackling of embers below you as countless innocent and guilty alike are used as kindling. You are seated amongst the blaze, legs criss crossed. You feel no pain, no agony, no burn mark appear as you simply rest here on the burning road. You recognize this place too… it’s Time’s Square.


But you’ve never even been to Times Square. You always wanted to, but never got enough funds for the trip. For now it seems you’ll have to make due with its burning corpse. All around you see debris and collateral damage, blood and carnage, a total and utter onslaught of malice and horror.


Above you the sky is no better. Also seemingly lit aflame by the great hellish inferno that has consumed the city. You’ve no clue what caused this, but you’re terrified at the prospect of facing it.


Suddenly from behind you, you hear a... screeching noise?
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You whirl around you to address the sudden harpies screech. An unholy mixture of pure violence and brutality, like a banshee’s heart ripped open. Before you you see a sight that shakes you to your core. It dwarfs you, dwarfs your entire beings, the entire planet. In front of it, you are but a speck, and it, the vast and indifferent force of nature. All consuming, all devouring, vehemence unmatched crashing upon you like a wave.

The emotion you feel as is over takes you, you cannot even begin to describe.

(2/2)
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Rolled 75 (1d100)

I roll to disarm the bomb
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>>1025983
On any other occasion you'd make it.

Post coming up soon, sorry for the delay.

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>Welcome to Mass Effect:Indoctrinated where the events of Mass Effect 3 started. You are an N6 soldier whose going to be graduated and elevated to N7 position where the best of the best soldiers humanity can offer. Right now you are waiting for your designation where you are right now.
>My english is bad and so is my grammar but please bear with it
>Since this quest is new depending on how many players i'll notify where i'll write "writing" which closes the vote period.
>And also im drunk but what the hell lets get this ball rolling
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>>2186<
>>Vancouver, Canada<
>>N7 Screening<
>>Alliance Headquarters Vancouver Division<

"Ok! step up soldier."
You entered on a room full of other superiors who are present in looking for a prospect to be elevated in N7 position. Not all the time that someone is bound to complete one of the harshest training in military can offer. Hell out of 3000 Candidates in N Program 300 only survived at the end of N1. But you stand above the rest completed trials after trials and even training off the god know where in Alpha Centauri. You all endured the most rigorous training a man could push for and served countless encounters to stand where you are now. Standing in front of you is a man who is doing a physical check, psych profile and also your information.

"So for records sakes and please don't joke around since you are here to impress the bigwigs. Do me a favor and answer truthfully please. To start off are you Male or Female?"

>Male
>Female

"So before you enlisted the military. Your Pre-Service History shows that you are?"

>Earthborn
>You are raised from the despotic city wide slums in Detroit. There is only 1 rule that keeps you going and that is to survive. When you are 18 you stole your first rifle in hopes to net you a good money but you were caught. But instead of being beaten to death, you were recruited as an Alliance Soldier.
>Spacer
>Your parents are proud Navy personnel where you lived your whole life on a ship. Due to your father expertise in mechanical quantum engineering and your mother as a cook. They're been relegated on several ships from escort to large battle ships. You enlisted in Alliance Navy at the age of 18.
>Colonist
>You lived on one of the Human Settlements on Fehl Prime and your mother is one of the researchers of a top pharmaceuticals company that is backed up by the Systems Alliance and your father, a soldier who is stationed at one of the outpost outside the facility. Although you wanted to follow your mother's footsteps, you opt to join your father in helping defend your colony.
>Write-in (Please indicate where and your background. If other anons like it, i'll award you 1 bonus skill points)
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>>1020732
>Male

>Write-in (Please indicate where and your background. If other anons like it, i'll award you 1 bonus skill points)
We were born on one of the frontier colonies that hadn't harbored disdain and vaguely rebellious attitudes toward the Alliance. Our parents were among the first generation of colonists, making growing up a bit of a struggle. When we grew up, we enlisted because we wanted to leave the planet and didn't see any other way to accomplish this.
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>>1020757
+1
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>>1020732
> make
> earthborn
Time to hook up with Cerberus, take control of the reapers, show the filthy xenos who's the boss and make humanity great again!

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Thread LXXVIII:
No delays for once, lets have a good one.

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Season: Early Spring

Money: 975
New Backpack - (Sealed)
Kozak Bladesx2
Repeater - Unupgraded

Sasha: Skill list
Ranching +4
Scholar +3
Marksmanship +6
Natural Ability (Lamia) +3
Intrigue +4
Casting (Draconic+4 Roc+3 Leviathan+3 Troll+1 Elemental+1)
Falconry +1

"You are seeing this, right Captain?" You ask the man whose currently supporting your drained form.

"If you mean the big blue glowing lines leading up to that blob on the wall? Then yeah, I'm seeing that." Keel says, evenly.

Vanderbuilt, the nitor artificer you were looking for claps his hands. "Val's gonna be pleased."

"What am I going to be pleased about?" Calls a voice from the rear of the tunnel. Turning, you see the Schola Magi that Vanderbuilt was squabbling with last time you met, striding towards you.

"Ley lines were drained, like we guessed. Managed to recharge them, thanks to you the young lady there." Vanderbuilt says.

"That's what scrapped my divining? I was making progress." The magi says, giving you an appraising look.

"Bullshit. You just want to feel put upon."

"Now listen here, Horatio."

Holding up his hands to gesture to the beams of light still being given off from his device, "Whatever the Phoenix fuckers were doing in this room completely shifted the ley lines out of their normal state, the mapping we did prior to reactivation is useless data. You'd have better luck pointing a spyglass in the ground."

Huffing, the magi turns to you. "Any signs of distress? Feedback? Are we sure it was not a trap?"

"Just tired." you admit, trying to avoid leaning too heavily on Captain Keel. "Never did anything quite like that before."

The mage gives you another once over before turning back to Vanderbilt. "Well, since my efforts have been thwarted, I suppose I had best set to work triangulating the portals destination. At least before the ley lines shift out of their current excited state."

"Love you too Val." The artificer calls cheerfully, causing the mage to slip into a tirade under his breath. Chuckling, the man turns to you. "Anyway, on to the next order of business, whatever trap you mentioned."

>We've kept the body waiting long enough, might want to get a raincoat though.
>You sure you're not needed here?
>other?
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>>We've kept the body waiting long enough, might want to get a raincoat though.
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Rolled 7 (1d20)

"Body's sitting out on the ranch, might want to get a raincoat." You say, heading back towards the main cavern.

You and Keel head back through the cavern to your own gateway tunnel and wait at the mouth for Vanderbuilt. You don't have to wait long before he arrives, clad in an duster, carpet bag, and oversized galoshes. All of which are bright white. Shaking your head, you open up the gateway home. McCain's got the carriage waiting for you, and while Keel opts to take his own horse, Vanderbuilt tosses the bag onto the roof of the cabin and climbs in as you set off.

Trundling back through the way, you regard your new associate. "Interesting attire."

He laughs "Easier to see where it got singed or stained. Never know with the stuff I handle, don't want cross contamination. Mistakes tend to be terminal if you're not careful."

You note that the guy seems rather at ease for being called away so abruptly, "Glad to be out from the other guy's sight I take it?"

"Huh? Oh, Val? He's harmless. Guy joined the Schola to try and get an ambassador's position. Turned out to be rather adept with solving magical problems, that and his natural affinity for magic fast tracked him up to be the Magi. He worked so hard to get a cushy job, and ended up working himself into a demanding one. A fact I take great pleasure in reminding him."

Eventually the carriage trundles to a stop and you let the artificer step out before following. Ahead you see Keel talking with his men. The captain turns to you, "Thing hasn't moved since we left, apparently. So I'm hoping its nothing, nevertheless..."

you turn, and see Vanderbuilt moving towards the body, heedless of the rain. He kneels and opens up his massive carpet bag.


>Need any help?
>Let the man work.
>other
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>>Let the man work.

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Episode 8
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QUEST RULES
No prompts or voting here. Just post what you want the main character to do/say at any time.

DUEL RULES
4000 Life Points
First turn draw
Field spells don't destroy each other
Monsters without flip effects are summoned in face up defence position instead of set
During the protagonists turn he will play cards/ perform actions that get posted
There is no list of cards in his hand you must choose from, you can choose any card
Cards that don't fit the FIRE theme of the protagonists deck or OP cards cost fate points
The Main character doesn't know how to use any extra deck summoning methods
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"What the!? We were about to win and you suddenly beat us by throwing dynamite at us!?"

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Welcome to “A Cold Common Quest” This is lighthearted somewhat wacky short adventure in a little more advanced (but not really) medieval fantasy-esque world. You, the player, will dictate the actions and decisions of Wilge. His chances of success rely on your character’s abilities and if it makes some sense in context. Have Fun!

Disclaimer: My English is not great.

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Shitty Summary of Last Chapter:

Last time Wilge lost his home after her Master, the Witch Xena, died and since all things inside were made with her magic, they went “puff”. After grieving for like 5 seconds, you decided to read your master last words and make her last wish come true, become the leader of the Nature Magicians. With the help of someone named Glen, you past the test of the Goddess of nature and became the only Nature Magician left in the world. Hooray. You then tried to make yourself a new home and went for supplies in the nearest town, the place was a mess with some bandits blocking the path, you almost deal with them but they ran away.

Now you’re enjoying yourself inside your new home with your 3 apprentices/slaves (?).
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The last 24 hours have been pretty hectic; you became a Nature magician and promised Yoolie, a young witch, to teach her the ways of… plants, also you took under your wing two of those rascals “Fist Magicians” OZ (Oswald) and UZ (Ursula) as your students too, by force. Of course gaining power means you have to abuse it somehow.

Also you have to restore the balance of the elements, since the world is in a new Ice age thanks to the Ice Wizards. But who cares about that?

Now your best apprentice Yoolie is doing her magic to UZ, and by magic I mean cutting her hair. You’re waiting with OZ for her to finish.

“This table is pretty good, very resistant” You say while gently smacking the table.

“Yeah, that Yoolie is very polyfunctional” OZ says with his face on the table.

“What happened? Why the long face?”

“It’s this damn haircut…”

“Why you let her cut your hair anyway?”

“Why do you mean by that? She said it was mandatory.”

“Mandatory to what?”

“To become a disciple here!”

“I don’t remember saying that...”

“Ugh…” He smacks his face on the table.”

“I guess some kind of uniform should be mandated, but it’s my first day, I haven’t thought about this type of stuff.”

“Are you serious about that first day thing? You used your magic pretty well if I said so myself”

“Thank you, maybe it’s a gift” You stare at your right hand.

“Ta-dah! It’s done! Look at Ursula!” She doesn’t look very different aside for her hair looking more pompous.

“UZ! My name is UZ!”

“That’s not your name, silly” She grabs UZ’s cheek in a very condescending fashion.

“She doesn’t care.”

“Don’t say that Oswald! We’re classmates! We’re all here to learn magic… but not today! Look at the time! It’s getting late.”

She’s right. You probably can have a small chat with someone before going to sleep.

>Chat with UZ, there are some questions you have about the town’s situation.
>Chat with OZ, he seems less brainwashed with the whole Fist Magician stuff; maybe he can give you more information about them.
>Chat with Yoolie, Ask her about her magic and magic training in general.
>Chat with everyone, you may not gain too much specific information about any topic in particular (or anything at all) but you don’t want to play favorites.
>Go to sleep, you have dealt with too much in too little time.
>Write In.
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>Chat with OZ, he seems less brainwashed with the whole Fist Magician stuff; maybe he can give you more information about them.
We have to find out how the heretics operate.
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>Chat with everyone, you may not gain too much specific information about any topic in particular (or anything at all) but you don’t want to play favorites.
Induce loyalty first.

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"Rhun, we need to lay low in the VTOL. we'll let them head into the cave, then flank them."

"Got ya! This is gonna be FUN!"

You and Rhun lie on your bellies in the foot-space for the pilot and co-pilot and wait.

An hour later, you hear a VTOL approaching at low altitude, followed by the sound of men sliding down ropes. A minute later, boots stomp on the snow towards the cave mouth.

>ATTACK!

>Wait

>Take a look through the scope and scout.

>Write-In
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Welcome to Shadowrun Occultist Quest!

>What is Shadowrun?

Shadowrun is an RPG series set in the world of 2072, 60 years after "The Awakening", the return of magic, spirits, and fantasy races into the world. Metahumanity now lives in a world of advanced technology and magic, where megacorporations are above the laws of nations and one-third of all humanity have no legal rights. Crime and corruption run amok, and mercenary operatives known as "shadowrunners" ply their services to both the criminal underworld, and to the very corporations that officially fight against them.

>How are success and failure determined?

A number of d6's are rolled equal to the relevant attribute+the relevant skill. 5's and 6's are successes, and the dice are rolled against a target threshold (1 for something trivial; 6 for a highly difficult /intricate task. 10 for something next-to-impossible). Each 6 rolled results in one additional die being rolled in the pool. Results are as follows:

Target number of successes is met: the action is a success.

Target number of successes is not met: the action is a failure.

Target number of successes is met, but more 1's are rolled than any other number in the pool: a "glitch" occurs: a minor outside complication arises that prevents success.

Target number of successes is not met and more 1's are rolled than any other number: critical glitch. Your actions fail in a way that is potentially disastrous for your long-term goals or your health.

You will have 2 points of Edge each "session" that you can spend to tip the scales in your favor. When requesting an action, you may specify that you want to spend a point of Edge to add "luck" or "effort" to a roll. "Luck" will add five dice to the roll's pool (great for situations where Redd is forced to work out of his depth). "Effort" will re-roll all failed dice on a roll if it does not meet the threshold, glitches, or critically glitches (the point will be refunded if none of these happen). This is good when you are playing to Redd's strengths, but want to make sure you don't botch something.

Good luck, and remember the fundamentals of shadowrunning:

>Shoot straight!

>Conserve ammo!

>Never make a deal with a dragon!
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Cast:

>Rhun "Hela'R Dryw" map Gaelwynn
A short, toned, and angry Welshwoman who serves as your crew's close-combat expert and recon gal. Has enough chrome and bioware in her body that she could probably tank a fall from the 10th floor of a skyraker into an acid vat. Against all odds, holds a Master's degree in Welsh History. Likes: Parkour, sex, narcotics, alcohol, swordfighting, Welsh autonomy from the UK, Lofwyr (The CEO of Saeder-Krupp), Saeder-Krupp. Dislikes: The English, the Irish, the Scottish, Tir Elves, "wankers", people who don't like Lofwyr or Saeder-Krupp. Is trying to quit Bliss.

>Rex Stirling
A Chicago native and former cleaner for Saeder-Krupp, now demoted to shadowrunning due to a series of unwise decisions that started with a decision to do a hit-and-run on the leader of a major street gang. A veteran of the Sinai Shadow Operations of 2065. Consummate professional (apart from the hit-and-run) and a hard, hard man. Likes: clean runs, gray suits, the Chicago Shatterers Urban Brawl team, and "Pacey Rae", his Gauss rifle. Dislikes: Messy runs, being double-crossed, "wizard bullshit". Has some unresolved trauma from the Sinai.

>Sudo Morphus/"N0b0dy"

The crew's decker. Used to just be an IT nerd, until S-K got leverage on him for redirecting spam-mail from one of their subsidiaries back to said subsidiary's servers. You have the closest relationship to him our of anyone on the team. Suffers from Sudden Unexplained Resurgent Genetic Expression (SURGE), which gives him oily, bright-green scales instead of skin, along with a tail. Likes: MMO gaming, decking, the occult, "me time", you (in a platonic way). Dislikes: violence, being overworked, Lance, himself. Mildly depressed.

>Tizona Cortez

An ex-pirate technically-nun, Tizona Cortez is your group's mage. She channels the power of God to smite your enemies and bring down the heretic government of Aztlan (formerly Mexico). Lives apart from the rest of the crew, in a convent in Charlotte. Likes: Jesus, helping the unfortunate, low-riders, sangria, Marlboros, fire, killing Aztlanti. Dislikes: heresy, blasphemy, apostasy, hangovers, Aztechnology, The Aztlanti, being ordered to spare the Aztlanti.

>"Barbie"/Lenore Lancester
Not a part of your crew, but a close associate. A total ditz when it comes to anything but fashion, smoothies, and calculating the thousands of variables needed to make the perfect sniper shot. Over 40 confirmed kills. Color-coordinates her duffel bags with her outfit. Suprisingly nice for a professional sniper. Does her work to help out her large family. Likes: fashion magazines, shopping, smoothies, small animals, her BFF Rhun, killing "bad guys", you. Dislikes: white after labor day, socks and sandals, unnecessary violence, reading. Your girlfriend.

>Lofwyr
Sole shareholder of Saeder-Krupp, richest entity alive, and one of the near-godlike Great Dragons. Your boss.
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Attributes:
>Body 3
>Strength 3
>Agility 3
>Reaction 3
>Logic 6
>Willpower 6
>Intuition 4
>Charisma 6

Skills:
>Magic 3
>Computer 7
>Academic Knowledge: History 7
>Academic Knowledge: England 1
>Artisan 1
>Leadership 2
>Interest Knowledge: Conspiracy Theories 2
>Language: English (native speaker)
>Language: Mandarin 2
>Language: Japanese 2
>Chemistry 4
>Etiquette 7
>Software 3
>Academic Knowledge: Magical Theory 6
>Academic Knowledge: Biology 5
>Language: Spanish 2
>Academic Knowledge: Ancient Languages 7
>Academic Knowledge: Philosophy 6
>Academic Knowledge: Religion 7
>Instruction 2
>Professional Knowledge: Wondertainment Industries 3
>Con 1
>Negotiation 2
>Professional Knowledge: Business Administration 6
>Enchanting Skill Group 1
>Arcana 2
>Assensing 2
>Blades 2 (NEW)
>First Aid 1
>Survival 1
>Professional Knowledge: Small-Group Tactics 3 (NEW)
>Street Knowledge: Magical Theory 3 (NEW)
>Academic Knowledge: Literature 3
>Alchemy 4 (Upgraded!)
>Pistol 1
>Pilot: Ground Vehicle 2
>Sneaking 3
>German 2 (New!)
Modifiers:
>Scarred: -1 on non-Intimidation Charisma tests, +1 on Intimidation tests.
>Blurry vision: -1 on Perception tests and Firearms tests on shooting someone more than 10 meters away.
>Social Stress (Gangs, Personal Intimacy): -2 on all Charisma-based tests when dealing with gangers or in a situation that demands emotional honesty or vulnerability with someone close to you.

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Can we just do a quest series based in one of these? It doesn't have to be faerun, can be another plane in the setting, hell, even Oerth or greyhawk for example, or even the demiplanes of dread, but I'd like something purely D&D centric that could pick up with a bit of decent well sourced writing.
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>>1026951
well what are you waiting for? Go run it now.
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I'm only well versed on Vampires before Orcus steamrolled everything in 4e competition and slightly Liches, and I've not played enough Vidya yet to undertake things.

Instead, here's a site that has everything.
https://dnd.rem.uz/Dragon%20Magazine/251-300/
And a way to find what you want from Dragon magzines.
http://www.aeolia.net/dragondex/articles-subject.html#m

There's also Polyhedron, and the Dungeon Magazines you'd want to read, in addition to having played NWN1, 2, BG1&2 IWD1&2, Eye of the Beholder and stuff.
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Ayyy yo we need to have a NWN thread, been missin my Knights Of The Nine lately.

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"It'z da forty-...err...four...adds da wun ova dere. Dat makes uh...fives? It'z in da fourwunth Millenni-num. Fer more den a hundered, GAH A LONG ZOGGIN' TIME. Da Emprah haz sat on 'is goldie chair on da shiny 'umie planet. He'z da Biggest Boss of da 'umies, 'is masta uv a lotta wurlds becuz he iz da biggest n' haz da biggest WAAAGH! He iz a-"

The dataslate is knocked out of your massive green arms by a thundering rumble that reverberates over the entire length of your Krooza, Da Masha, hitting the rusted metal floor so hard it shatters into pieces, to the collective shock of your crew, bar Droofa, your personal one-grot pilot attendant who is currently busy at work driving Da Masha through space. You feel a massive roar building up in your chest, and your crew all back up and cover their ears in preparation for your outburst.

"GAAAHH! DAT. WUZ. 'AAAARD TA ZOGGIN' READ! DROOFA, YOU'Z BETTAH HAVE A GUD EXPLANAT-. EXPLANAETIN. EXPLANATING FER DAT!"

You saunter up to Droofa, now nervously shaking in his seat, and lift him up in your mighty hands, slamming him against one of the many control panels on the bridge. fury pouring out of your eyes. He points sheepishly at the display, showing you a glowing red dot, followed by more red dots. You shake him again, and he gets the message and jabbers quickly, "Da red dots sez we'z got company boss!"

Frowning, you shift him away from the control panel and place him softly on his kustomized driver chair, where he frantically presses all the buttons until a visual feed becomes clearer and clearer, eventually shifting upwards to the BIGGEST display in the bridge, allowing you and da boyz to take a look.

Your anger draining away with haste, you grin and so does every ork in the room. "Spiky boyz! Mork knows dey'z always gud fighting," you chuckle vigorously as you stretch out your limbs, enjoying the cracking noise emitted from under your 'eavy armor, "Droofa! How many boyz do dey got?"

Droofa scans his eyes on the control panel and presses a few more buttons before reporting back to you, "Looks like, err, FOUR enemy shipz arounds us!"

You laugh, and your crew follows suit, turning the bridge into a madhouse for a few moments. Wiping away a tear with a hand, you cackle, "BWAHAHAH. Da 'umies alwayz forgetz dat 'urroundin' Orkz saves us da trouble a FINDIN' DEM!"

"Boyz! Let'z GET TA FIGHTIN'!" Your boyz raise their choppas and shootas in salute before hurrying out of the bridge to man the weapon batteries and the assault boats, intent on getting as close to the enemy as possible.

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>Stay on the bridge and find the biggest ship, shoot it up, and then RAM IT.

>Get on one of the assault boats and BOARD the BIGGEST ship they have.

>Take command and shoot up the smaller ships first.
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>Get on one of the assault boats and BOARD the BIGGEST ship they have.

Let's CHOP UP some 'UMIES.
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>>1020646
>Get on one of the assault boats and BOARD the BIGGEST ship they have.

The good stuff iz ALWAYS on the big 'un!
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>>1020673
>>1020708
Called for BOARDING

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