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Once more, with gusto! Welcome back to the shitposting free edition of Marvel Quest, now going by the name Redux. The previous Marvel Quest which you will still be able to find, will from hence forth be named ‘Marvel Quest; Rise of Robo-Hitler’, and this quest shall be ‘MARVEL Quest; REDUX’. The premise will be the same, choosing a character, and entering the comic book universe of MARVEL. Please keep the shitposting to a minimum this time, as we will be doing alternating schedules between the Rise of Robo-Hitler and MARVEL Quest; REDUX.

Let’s get started

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Welcome to New Jersey, Jersey City. By all accounts a crappy city, but it was the city you had been born and raised in. The sights and sounds, streets and shops and people, all of them familiar to you. This is your city. But the question has yet to be answered, who are you?


>Your name is Mathew Karlmann, first generation, son to German immigrants. You’re a college student studying Radiology and Chemistry, hoping to get a job in one of the nuclear power plants in town. You were on your way to a party when you noticed a particularly ominous cloud formation in the air, and the streets before you were covered in a murky greenish mist, panicking as your body began to slow and weigh down as you were wrapped up in what appeared to be a cocoon.


>Your name is Filipa Durand, Hispanic origins, family moved from Argentina in search of better opportunities. You are the manager of a warehouse for a shipping company by the docks. This ware house is filled with suspicious stuff, shipping to and from numerous places in the world. Unfortunately, an accident occurred and you were exposed to an odd new type of chemical, giving you super human abilities!


>Your name is Roland Nestor. Your parents are black and you’re a goddamn shut in. You’ve no friends save for the few that visit you every now and again, but you choose to stay inside, per the fact that the last time you went outside, you entered a head on collision with numerous vehicles, only to wake up the hospital fully healed and floating above your bed in a swirling vortex of hospital equipment.


>Maybe others?

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Merry Christmas, everyone! Hope you had a good holiday, and here's a little present from me!

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MercCommand

Archive:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Cyberpunk%20Idol%20Management%20Quest

Other Quests: http://pastebin.com/sYpqmWZg

You are NIKO, an idol for the Clover Entertainment company, and today was a very special day!

Well, special for everybody else, that is. Christmas Eve was coming up fast, and well, everybody was all getting ready to take the holiday off. If there was one thing that the Producer could be counted on, it would be that he'd never let any of you work on Christmas, no matter how much money the megacorps would throw at him. It caused some... "tense" situations, but nothing that you and your fellow idols couldn't handle.

Of course, he did this so that everybody would have an opportunity to go home to spend time with their families. Easier said than done for you, though. You didn't exactly leave home under the best of circumstances.

So there you were, in the common room of your dorms plucking away at your guitar, letting the strings thrum and sing in the brief spaces of silence that weren't broken by your fellow idols and the staff moving hurriedly to and fro for their own holiday plans. In past years, they'd offer to let you tag along with them to their own celebrations but... well... you always felt like you were a bit of an outsider. An awkward hanger on that didn't belong. It wasn't as if their families didn't like you or anything it was just... not right.

"Hey, Niko."

"GAH!" You're suddenly snapped out of your funk, nearly dropping your guitar in the process. You manage to grab it just in time and look up to see Rochelle standing above you, wearing a really silly Santa hat.

"Ah, sorry if I startled you." Rochelle apologizes. "But well, you have a message."

"I'm not in a mood to read fan mail." You groan, rolling your eyes.

"It's not fan mail." Rochelle shakes her head and hands you a package. "Straight from Japan, and the sender is just called 'Yamada Industries.'"

Your heart freezes. That was your company! Well, technically your parents, but it was a family thing nonetheless. What.. what could they possible want from you now, of all times?

>Give me the package!
>C-can you open it for me, please?
>Other

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Congratulations anon, it’s your birthday! No one came to it though, but there has to be stuff to do in your room right? So choose something

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Sound the alarm ! The Enemy has made themselves known ! Villagers and children are to vacate in the cellar under the church !

The Year is 7989 of Avalon on the 23rd day of Nihilid

ACT PHASE! Phase ends in 30 Minutes or 15 Actions Posted !
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0s7Jyxl2gCs&index=9&list=PLEFE333A7537D4666

Report to your stations, we know not where the enemy will strike !

Curious about the game ? Check out the recruitment thread at >>>/tg/50800365

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The walls of Jerisha were great things of cut stone. You had never seen anything like them in terms of scale. As you approached on foot, cart of leichfruit in tow, you gaped in awe.
The sun set against the mountains behind them, and the City of Stone was bathed in an orange glow.
You have come to sell the fruits of your small orchard for the first time, as never before had it born more fruit than you had eaten or traded amongst your neighbors.
Years of labor have led to this moment. You took a second to remember your beginnings.

>An escaped slave of the Thurellian Horde, you found a natural grove of these fruit some years ago by chance. They fed for long enough to begin a new life.

>You inherited the fledgling orchard from your father, an owner of many similar properties. He granted it to you as an entrepreneurial investment, before leaving you behind with nothing but a spade.

>Tricked by a forest elf into selling your holdings for a "Potentially infinitely valuable property investment opportunity", the only thing to your name was a few leichfruit trees.

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Hello and welcome to Thamarite Necromancer Quest! This is a quest based off the IKRPG Full Metal Fantasy system using the Core book, Urban Adventures, and Kings Nations and Gods. Next post is introduction and character creation.

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I’ve been up all night and I need to get my sleeping pattern back on track by staying up for the next ten hours at least. So I’ll run a quest until then. What will it be about? Well the only thing I’m qualified to write about of course: YOU WAKE UP AS A GIRL QUEST.

The quest title pretty much says it all. Without any further ado let’s get started:

I’m going to guide this along, but also let you anon’s and the fate of dice rolls decide the course of this quest.

The setting which this story takes place is:

A) A science fiction dystopia
B) A medieval fantasy
C) Inside a virtual reality game
D) Contemporary setting with magical realism

I’ll wait twenty minutes and go with the most voted. If no anons vote I’ll decide.

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Merry Christmas, /qst/! Not much to say that I haven’t said on twitter, but I’ll lay out the itinerary for this thread: Task Force 666 first, then crossover shenanigans with my other quest. So without further ado, let the madness begin!

>Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Devil%20Summoner%20Task%20Force%20666%20Quest
>Previous Session: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/849522/
>General Pastebin: pastebin.com/u/TaskForceKaz
>Twitter: https://twitter.com/TaskForceKaz

You are Adrian Brown, a twenty five year-old third-year medical student living an otherwise normal American life in search of employment. That was until you woke up inside a derelict and demon-infested hospital with four other victims of short-term memory loss. Together, the five of you managed to somehow survive by negotiating with demons and defeating those that were not so amicable. And upon escaping, the all of you realized that it wasn’t as simple as that.

Task Force 666 a multinational organization dedicated to combating hostile demons and those that would use them for ill intentions. And the hellhole you just went through? That was your ‘job interview’, one that you passed with flying colors. When properly offered employment as an agent among the ranks, you accepted without too much hesitation or second thoughts. Duty to humanity and whatnot.

You are now a Devil Summoner in the service of the Task Force, and the de-facto leader of East Coast Operations Division IV Carina Squad. It is your duty to protect mankind from all threats involving the demonic, but how you choose to carry out your orders is entirely up to you. The choices you make shall not only affect those around you, but the fate of the entire world itself…

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[WELCOME TO THE TASK FORCE DATABASE]
[HOW CAN I HELP YOU TODAY]
[PLEASE INPUT COMMAND]
[…COMMAND RECOGNIZED]
[LEVEL 5 AUTHORIZATION REQUESTED…]
[PLEASE INPUT AUTHORIZATION KEY…]
[AUTHORIZATION ACCEPTED.]
[WELCOME, OPERATIVE BRADY.]
[ACCESSING SEVER…]
[SEARCHING WITHIN ESTABLISHED PERIMITERS…]
[LOCATED FILE…]
[RETRIEVING…]
[9:55 AM, Fr! dAy, \GwRlMOsqgszzreqqqqqqq FILE CORRUPTED]
[ERROR CODE 432]
[PLEASE CONTACT TECHNICAL SUPPORT FOR FURTHER ASSISTANCE…]
[OVERIDE COMMAND ACCEPTED.]
[RETRIEVING FRAGMENTS…]

“XMAS SPECIAL”
Washington D.C., United States
Specialist Adrian Brown, Carina Squad
Division Four, North America
December XX, 2@1&

[BEGIN PLAYBACK? Y/N]
[STREAMING…]

(cont.)

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/SeamanSalad

Pastebins:
MC: http://pastebin.com/Fcx4fkZE
Companions: http://pastebin.com/3ijU2dLt
Factions: http://pastebin.com/hxkTyBcL
Stats: http://pastebin.com/QdBZMmWz

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

"U-Unkown." You crack for the first time in your conversation with Stone. The man is just a touch taller than you, but the way he's glaring down at you, demanding an answer, just shows that he has the experience to go against you. "I would get the location once I had accepted."

"So you didn't accept?"

"No." You shake your head, the firmness in your voice returning. "I said I would notify her in two days."

Stone glares at you for a little longer, but then he sighs, taking a step back. It wasn't until he stepped away that you realized your hand was deathgripped to the holster of your sidearm hidden on the back of your waist.

"So... you aren't as stupid as I thought you were."

Ouch.

Stone rubs his chin some more, deep in thought. Calculating the pros and cons of something. He then finishes his thoughts with a curt nod.

"I got a bad feeling about your job, so tell you what? You can hire me, for free. I may be old but I still got my spark left. Not to mention I can teach your grunts a thing or two about how to not get shot. In return... you take me on that mission, and if my paranoia proves me right, you listen to me, got it? Not Briggs, not your squadmates, nor anyone else. Just. Me."

"Do we have a deal?"

>Deal.
>No Deal.

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Temples That Won't Cost An Eye

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Pokemon%20Island%20Adventure%20Quest
https://twitter.com/GobbleQM
Character info pastebin in progress: http://pastebin.com/iB0tb7rz
latest lewdbin: http://pastebin.com/yr3PkstG

General rules:

There is a 10 minute voting period after each post. Non-contradictory votes will be combined as best as possible.

Write-ins for all votes are always welcome and encouraged. They may not all make it into the post or be altered to fit in, but I'll do my best to at least try to address the spirit of the write-in.

Very important or contentious votes may be redone in a stricter voting system as circumstances warrant.

Combat mechanics are up in the air. Suggestions are welcome. We'll be trying some new things out so I appreciate your patience as we fine tune it. Stronger moves tend to take more time and have more cooldown than weaker moves, so beware of that timing. I also want to try a more varied turn system so you and your opponent can do a few things in a row more often. Speed is more important for closing ground, intercepting, and other things and doesn't necessarily mean going first.

Call me out on a mistake and receive a suggestive picture.

Pokemon:
Gobble (Munchlax)
Mace (Roggenrola)
Belladonna (Budew)

Badges: 1

Recently: You bonded with Polu, fished with Hana, and made friends with a dangerous shark (no, not Jane.)

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The world has been ravaged by Crusades led against mages after the most recent plague decimated the populations. With little knowledge of medicine, the people turned on mages, blamed magic, and began a movement to exterminate the use of magic by those that are not in the Church.

Breaking through a treeline, a lone, young mage slings a spell at the armorclad crusader behind them. The crusader easily blocks it, brandishing their weapon and moving for the exhausted mage.

Who are you?
>The crusader?
>gender?
>Weapon of choice -- one/two handed blades, bludgeons, axes, write-in?

>The mage?
>gender?
>Specialization - Summons, illusions, straight up destruction, alteration, write-in?

New QM, doing a oneshot as a practice for if I decide to write a quest.

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Welcome one and all to my newly formed quest! The setting is one we will be fairly familiar with, the universe of Marvel Comics! You will take on the role of an unassuming citizen, who is suddenly gifted with super powers through the fickle acts of fate. What you choose to do with these powers and what powers you receive will have drastic impacts on the world, so make your decisions carefully.

Let’s get started.
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“----,”

You hear a voice. Distant, yet so near. Alien, but yet familiar

“----,” more of a melody than words forming, the sound originates from behind you. You turn to face it, and in front of you is a white light. Beautiful in its radiance, you don’t want to look away, “W—e –, Sa-- --em”, the voice speaks out to you. You can barely make out the words the light says, but you think it said something along the lines of –

It is interrupted suddenly and violently when your very being is pulled with extreme force into a white seat. A brief panic strikes you as you shake out of the haze from the great heave. You are in an all-white cube shaped room sitting in a polished white seat, across from your position is a be-spectacled man reading a newspaper, casually flipping through the sections. You notice that the headlines and bylines are recent events, namely those of more famous heroes like Iron Man, Spider-Man, and other general news. He looks up from his paper and regards you, looking you up and down before folding his paper and picking up a note pad and opening some files.

”Name and Gender please.”

>Give him your name and gender
>Where am I? Who are you?
>Am I dead?
>What is this? Why is this?

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This takes place very slightly before the events of The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt.

You sit in your iron cage, shivering in your cloth vest and thin pants while freezing mud creeps between your toes. You wrap your hands around the solid iron bars of the cage meant to contain bears, a few solid tugs prove to be fruitless even though the bars are heavily rusted. You give up and lean against the frigid metal and allow the cold to slow creep through your shirt and down your spine, you put your head in your hands and think about just three days ago before you got into this mess.

You were working for your uncle as a laborer, you loaded ships for snooty lords and low down criminals alike. Nobody ever gave you a second glance, too stupid to be a scholar and too cowardly to be a warrior you only had one gift in life: magic.

You were capable of casting a single sign with any efficiency but only the one, any other attempts at grasping more potent magic were met with failure and after a while you just gave up. You packed away your dreams of becoming some sort of mage and went to work for your uncle in Novigrad.

You were almost glad your aspirations were crushed when you heard of the public executions of magic users, persuaded even more to keep your former failings as a mage to yourself you became just another face in the crowd.

Nobody had ever spoken your name unless yelling at you to go faster or berating you for a mistake, eventually your hand was forced. Your uncle found a glyph you had managed to bring with you to maybe remember the good days of your exploits in magic, he turned you in to the Eternal Fire.

You stowed away on The Bloated Drowner and set sail for anywhere else. The 2nd day of your voyage you heard a commotion and stealthily looked on deck to see a band of Skellige Pirates raiding the ship. You went to go back into the underside of the ship before you recoeved a blow to the back of the head and woke up in this crate as freezing rain drenched you.

You hear a massive roar in the distance and the sound of trees falling this causes your captors, two heavy set bearded pirates to draw their weapons and look towards the forest. Not content with being some beasts lunch with your new friends you decide to try and survive no matter what, you focus your mind and reach into yourself concentrating on the power you have for your sign. You cast...

>Aard
>Igni
>Quen
>Axii
>Yrden

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You are Abramov Yegor (Jora) Georgiy, a nineteen-year-old university graduate from Moscow who was conscripted into the Red Army as a combat engineer due to your background as a student in engineering (and Marxist studies). Before being conscripted, you held a membership in the CPSU and were an ardent patriot ready to die in the defense of the motherland.That was of course until you actually stepped on the battlefield.

The story so far:

Last time on Conscriptquest you managed to successfully fight your way out certain death and escape encirclement during the evacuation of the Estonian SSR's capital Tallinn by hitching a ride on board a submarine alongside your new female comrade and personal doctor Valera. You and the rest of the Red Navy's Baltic Fleet are both now on your way to the city known among Soviet citizens as the birthplace of the revolution, Leningrad.

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Death came to Camlann. He snuck around the furious figures in bloodied plate armor, screaming and terrible in their fury towards their foes on the other side of the previously beautiful fields before the arrival of the armies, each side mirror images of themselves. Careful to avoid the clash of knights and heroes, Death decided to tap the shoulders of some figures in his way, reducing them to lifeless corpses to expedite his travel, before finally making his way to the top of a hill, where he could watch the armies do his dirty work for him.

That is, at least, what you believe happened as you gaze at the throng of bodies littering the ground and the Earth slickened with blood and metal. Glancing at the hill, you find that Death must be smiling, based on the massive road of corpses leading to the base of it. Even now, you see your own forces slashing and stabbing their way to try and make their way to the top. Hearing a sharp whistling sound, you snap yourself out of your thoughts and raise Excalibur high to defend yourself, the deafening report of steel on steel reminding you of your successful block. Looking at the offender, a faceless knight screaming in his mindless rage, you don't bother blocking his follow-up swing, swiftly swinging low and catching your foe in the leg, sending him sprawling and clutching his leg.

Without a second glance, you raise your armored boot high and bring it crashing down on the neck of the knight, snapping his neck with a sickening crunch, alike to breaking a tree branch underfoot. Looking back at the hill, you hear a familiar voice shouts from the top, "I am Mordred! True King of the Britons, and rightful heir to the throne. Who among you would dispute this claim? My blade waits eagerly!" Spitting on the ground, you narrow your eyes and focus on the black-armored knave who spoke the challenge, and know that you will not leave him unanswered.

Your fellow Knights seem to know this too, as a contingent break away from the melee at the hill and bow before you, offering up their respects in ragged breaths. Facing Sir Bedivere of the Round Table, you let your raised brow do the talking to the dented and bloodied helmets in front of you. "My King, we are worried that you will meet your end on that hill. Mordred is no mere barbarian, he is known across the land to be peerless with the blade and..." he trails off.

Rounding on him, you offer your own question, "And?"

Sir Bedivere and the rest of the knights look down ashamedly instead of looking you in the eyes, and he answers for the group, "He is much younger than you, my King. Even your legendary prowess with the blade may not be enough to stop the Usurper, furious and filled with the blood of youth as he is."

"I will not allow Mordred to live any longer, even at the cost of my own life," you say resolutely, "He has wrought enough destruction upon this land, our land, and I will not be a witness to my life's work be undone before mine own eyes."

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