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This is a quest that takes place within the universe of Paper Mario, specifically the first two games, in a period of relative peace. You're not Mario, but if you play your cards right, you might end up as famous as the brothers. Collect the seven macguffins, hone your skills as the best at something, or just do sidequests all day - the choice is yours.

At the end of every update, I'll give you a few options to vote on, with a ten minute period to vote. Most times you can write in your own options, but I'll veto it if it won't work or if it's too outlandish. Rolls, when asked for, will be done on a d20. You have three chances to succeed, one roll per person. Rolls are made after the ten-minute voting period. Good luck and have fun!

Current Chapter: Prologue ~ A Wish for Change
Character Sheet: (Will create one by the end of this thread)

>Begin

You wake up, feeling excited yet nervous. This is it. Today is the day you make a change. No more of the same old routine... you hope.

You rise from your bed and anxiously get seated at your desk, assembling a paper and pen. You pause and think about what to write... every good letter starts with solid planning, of course. You decide to start with the basics, and explain yourself and who you are. You are...

>A. A Koopa from Petalburg
>B. A Bob-omb from Fahr Outpost
>C. A Goomba from Rogueport
>D. A Boo from Forever Forest
>E. A Squeek from Dry-Dry Desert
>F. A Toad from the rural Mushroom Kingdom
>G. A Yoshi from Lavalava Island
>H. Something else (specify, most creatures from the first two games are fine)

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>previously: ttp://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/49864582/

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Specialist, what's the status on tracking down those signal bounces?

Good news.

But where did RIPPER team end up?

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''PERSISTENT COCKROACH!''

You shout angrily at Tsukishima as you stab him for the twentieth time in a row.
The boy is tenacious you give him that.
Despite your best efforts he still hasn't succumbed to his wounds due to his use of fullbring.
Even after destroying most of his circulatory system he still hasn't bled out.

With every additional stab you get more and more furious until your gills are crimson red and your eyes are practically glowing.
''DIE! DIE DAMN YOU!''

You shank the boy an additional five times and you prepare for the sixth one when all of a sudden you feel someone holding your hand back.
Quickly you turn your head to see Harribel standing behind you.
''That's enough Dear...
He's already dead.''
She speaks in a heavy-hearted tone.

Your eye waver as you see tears swelling in the eyes of your wife.
However you find it difficult to let go of your anger and you explode with as much vitriol as you can.
"NO!
HE HASN'T SUFFERED ENOUGH!"

But before you could continue Harribel hugs you.
"Stop this, please!"
Her voice is shaking from holding back her tears.
"It's not worth sacrificing yourself for this!"

Tsukishimas sword falls out of your grasp and clatters on the ground as her words reach you.
Finally calmed down you return Tias affection and hug her tightly.
''I... I couldn't bear the thought of losing you.
Forgive me!''
You beg her with a sorrowful voice.

Harribel gets significantly less tense and she whispers in your ear.
"Don't worry. Everything will be fine."

In the background however you hear Tsukishimas gurgling as he tries to spit out the blood that welled up in his throat.
"H-how touching!
But I... I won't die here!
And when Ginjo comes back he'll-"

Tia looks up at him from behind your shoulder and gives him a pitying look.
"Your friend...
He already left..."

His eyes go wide in disbelief.
"L-LIES! YOU LIE!"

"No, he left you here right after he got sent flying.
I'm sorry to say this but he abandoned you..."

Tsukishima coughs a bit before crying out in pain.
"NO! GINJO!
GINJO, PLEASE! Don't leave me!
Gi-''

But as he was holding onto life by a single thread the thought of abandonment was enough to push Tsukishima over the edge.
Faced with the sad reality that his friend and mentor has left him to die he couldn't go on anymore and the spark of life slowly faded from his eyes.
He could feel the cold creeping up on him slowly, gently and without uttering a word he died in a pool of his own blood.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lwp0TDHNkUE

Mere moments afterwards you see chains erupting from the ground and wrapping around Tsukishimas body.
Though the chains do nothing to his body you feel them pulling his soul out of his corpse and into a large door held ajar by two humongous skeletons.

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you r a radical dude man!
your in you room man
You need som SNACKS or yoo will starve
WHAT WILLL YOO DO!?!?!!?

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Thanks to Reece for making the OP and several other images for the thread.

Last time, we got punished again, causing us to cry like a bitch again, we helped Alice move completely into our room, and got Bella in hot water, before getting laughed out of the room.

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

Discord:
https://discord.gg/xM2aCYq

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

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

Might start earlier if you fags report in that you want to start early. Otherwise we start at 5pm EST as usual.

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You, Nathaniel Joseph, are fighting the Sin of Sloth Lyso. Within the first few moments of the fight, your goal was to move him away from the others. Yet, he has not moved an inch and somehow managed to place a curse of his sin apon your allies. All but Al, the Alpha Bandit. Than there was the face that you were under the curse as well, and your movements were sluggish to say the least. Didn't seem like a fight you would win if you didn't get Lyso to move around.

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Rolled 64 (1d100)

Last time your training trip went awry, you met a mutant sharkman with his mermaid girlfriend possible wife, and you discovered the horrors of bandit bitches. That required you to flee for your life from your old place of residence and hideout among a bunch of bandits where they would least expect you. You did so by taking a caravan founded by your employer to the bandit base. After that you took up a new class known as the Lost by a fellow Lost who provided you your very first lead on the organization whom stole your memories.

Which unfortunately involved stranding you in the middle of an unknown city and expected to make your way back to the base. Which you had no idea where it was located. Fun stuff got stranded in the middle of the night with nowhere to go as everything woke up that went bump in the night. Ran into two bot forces trying to kill each other. Had terrible luck finding a hideout before finally resorting to a mostly empty building while hiding under a pile of undead rubble and bone. Which you accidentally animated along with a very angry spirit swarm during a moment of enlightenment regarding necromancy. Also luck lotta luck.

Finally the next day after getting yourself very very lost...you find yourself back at the right base. There you were handed a lead and the other Lost left in the attempt to become Found. There you encountered a hellish training trip due to be unaware of the day of the work referred to as 'hellday'. Which involved charging through very dangerous areas and running very far very fast. It certainly improved your combat capalility even if you ended up starving and collapsing into exhaustion. Only awaking the next day when you discovered you were under attack by lawbringers.

Also a potential future mission involving infiltration. During the attack you managed to make a difference even! Mostly by unleashing a certain spirit swarm on the sneaky soldiers who attempted to capture the ship you were on. That is where you find yourself now struggling to keep control of the spirit swarm during its bloodthirsty rampage.

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"Anna!"
A strange voice enters the town. It clearly sticks out as the angry yelling of someone who does not belong. It seems to grow in volume as it constantly calls a girl's name.

"Come on now! This isn't funny and aye aren't laughin'!"
People walking by quickly avert their eyes, and the guards seem to eye the man suspiciously.

The man opens the door to the hall, and steps inside.
"'Ey!" A voice rings out inside of the hall. All of the residents and guards turn their attention to him. "Aye'm lookin' fer a friend of mine. She's short, has long rabbit ears, and might be yer princess."

"Why do you need to see her?" One of the rabbit-eared guards turns to greet the man.
"Aye think she's spreadin' false rumors about me. Tryin' to get me arrested and such, ye know where she went?"

"And- who may be asking?" The guard takes a more relaxed stance.
"Albator, Jack Albator."
"Oh, I know that name! Ladies! Come quick! It's him!"

"Ladies?" He shifts from one foot to another. He seems almost intrigued.

"Yes, we heard all about you, Mr. Albator." A woman in what appears to be a black dress with an apron steps out from the kitchen. "Anna was not sparse with the details."

"Or our orders." Another woman wearing a set of armor stands up from one of the tables. "Though, I'm glad you decided to stop by! It saves us the trouble of hunting you ourselves."

The guard behind the man puts up her spear, and stands in front of the door.

The man mutters something under his breath, and puts his palm over his face.

"Ladies, ladies. I'm the hero, here. Aye admire yer moxie, but if ye don't want terrible things to happen to yer ears and tails, then I suggest backin' off and answerin' my question."

The ladies do, in fact, NOT stand down. In fact, one of the knights pulls a pretty big fencing sword from under the table she was sitting at.

Jack sighs, and pulls out a flask. Quickly, he takes a gulp from it.
"Kid." He sighs, "You can go on ahead. It might take me a minute to reason' with the ladies."

>Cont.

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Sun shines high over the ork burrow that you call your home, so far you were just a regular ork boy, but this morning you feel inspired by Gork an' Mork to become the biggest, baddest, greenest ork in the galaxy

You raise your green head from the ground and look around the makeshift tent you call your 'ome 'ole, snotlings scatter as they see you wake, sounds of morning orks comes outside the tent as the first brawls of the day start around the breakfast hut

What do?

>Rules
d100 for actions
>end of rules

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This is Boruto Quest, a quest set in the universe of Naruto. It is during the generation of Naruto's son after everyone has graduated from their Genin exam. I haven't kept up with the series beyond the end of the original one, so this one is intended to recapture the feel of that time of Naruto. I will not be incorporating the main show or the Boruto movie's plot into the quest, although some recognizable characters will be present. You play as a 12 year old Chunin named Takeshi. You have been assigned a Jounin squad leader named Hanto, and your two squadmates are Kichiro, a young delinquent, and Ai, a strange social outcast of a girl. You are of average skill in most aspects, although your sharp intelligence, and your jack of trades skill set have brought you far. You have just recently graduated to a Chunin after winning the final tournament. You've been regularly completing missions as a Chunin, and making progress in training.

http://pastebin.com/quPegDLF

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PREVIOUSLY: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Kuat+Collection

OPENING CRAWL: http://brorlandi.github.io/StarWarsIntroCreator/#!/AKTjy2VjkQBEpB9AEgU-

“Zoooooom! Zooooooom! Zoooooooooom!” Tellstar and Black Hawk continuously run around the hangar of your new Star Destroyer.

> ISD DICTATOR<

Or rather your dwarf Star Destroyer. It was a Gladiator-class Star Destroyer, one of the smaller variants. It was either a I or a II, you honestly couldn't care about whether it was a IV, it was a Gladiator. And... it's not a Star Destroyer no matter how much your superiors and your underlings or your Starship Girls insisted upon it being a Star Destroyer. For one thing, it's only half a kilometer along, it could only carry 24 real starfighters, it's turbolasers were lacking and the only real good thing going for it were its concussion missiles. And that's it. It really resembled a piece of a Star Destroyer more than an actual one.

“Admiral.” F4 rolls up to you as you stand in the hangar, watching your girls stretch and limber, readying themselves for arrival. “You are quite possibly the only person I have ever seen complain about receiving a Star Destroyer as a flagship.”

“It doesn't count!” you shout. “What, would you like it if I said you were going to be put in a new highly advanced hull then suddenly I decided to put you in a B1 droid hull?”

“Yes I would, for reasons that you should know, sir,” he says simply. You roll your eyes. Walked right into that one.

Prosecutor steps up to you, her things packed away in a large dufflebag on her back. “Are you really unsatisfied with your new Gladiator-class, sir?”

“Prosecutor-...” Oh. How do you put this without coming across as a spayed kath hound? “Uh. No. I'm not.” Brutal honesty, that's the way.

“Oh.” Prosecutor blinks. “Admiral, I didn't realize you were so petty. You know, the Mandalorians of the Old Republic era would never complain about the ships they received. As long as the ship had guns, could carry a Basilisk and could travel, they cared not the size nor shape nor color of it.”

> “Prosecutor, what is it with you and Mandalorians anyway?”
> “It's too bad I'm not Mandalorian.”
> “I won't be lectured about starships BY a starship.”
> Other

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The first episode/chapter/part of cute story about the "man" himself, God!
Now trust me. I won't abandon the thread unlike the last times.
With out further ado lets begin...

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It's only been a few years since you shipped out in service of Great Britain, but you have a hard time remembering your previous life. Your friends, your family, your love, your infant son... they're there, but they're distant.

The soldiers are nearing the house now. You load your pistol and keep it holstered. Your friend is shivering next to you, trying to keep it together. His finger is on the trigger of his rifle. He gets up.

>"Fuck it, I'm making a run for it."

>Stop him and risk making noise
>Let him go outside, better than you getting killed
>Go outside with hin

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> Quest Archive
> http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=You+are+a+Warhammer+40k+Cultist
> Previous Thread
> >>855729 →
> I'm sorry I wasn't able to post for a few days.

You are the blessed prophet of the Holy Truth Thoth Talibah, former Blood Raven, and recent devotee of Tzeentch. You have shown many of the the Truth, unfortunately, a horde of seventy blood thirsty corpse worshipers has gathered to purge you and your followers with fire, bullet, and blade. By the power of Tzeentch, you shall prevail.

> What is your plan, Great One?

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You are Jozeph Kabelov, and your duty is to uphold an unwritten law, against those whom the usual scriptures and enforcements cannot contain. You are the sheriff. A last line between peace, and a total war of the underworld.

Last time you have started your first patrol at 11:00. You have paid a visit to the local Gargoyles, and picked up some rumors of the goings of the city. With the Witching Hour closing in, you’ve decided to take a look at the local cemetery, and make some rounds around the wealthier family tombs.

You are trekking among the small windowless granite buildings, the metal doors closed in the almost total darkness. The cold stillness of the air betrays no intruders other than you in the cemetery.

At once, one of the iron gates swing open, a shadowy figure bursts out and starts running for the cemetery’s exit.

>A) Keep patrolling. No laws against running in the cemetery at night, aside from common sense.
>B) The door closed after him. Maybe there is a way to get it open?
>C) Chase after him!
>D) Other