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This is a nations game based on medieval fantasy.

1. Choose a Starting Biome & Symbol (that hasn't been taken):

Tundra, Bear
Mountain, Wolf
Plains, Boar
Forest, Stag
Swamp, Crow
Desert, Fox

2. Choose a Name

3. Choose a Political Structure

Each turn, a nation can take one action (no research). A nation must include their name in the Name field and turn number in the Comment field and a "dice+d100" in the Options field.

Nations begin with a population of 100 (your choice of labor) and basic buildings and houses. Random events occur.

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Welcome to Do Your Best Quest. A slice of life adventure with supernatural elements where our poor main character is trying to do his best out of the situations at hand, but don’t worry, just trying your best is good enough for him.

Twitter: https://twitter.com/QM91m
Discord: https://discord.gg/AmjbaTR
Archives:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1701618/ (Chapter 1)
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1728203/ (Chapter 2)

After witnessing the dead of your favorite flame wielder violent bully that you claimed he was shooting up the school, you arrived to your apartment earlier, the pure shock of the situation made you feel sick literally. Too bad reality doesn’t want to be kind to you as you appear to be in the bridge between worlds, the place where the powerful entities and humans can interact without leaving their respective worlds.

“Hello, human…” A new distorted voice welcomes you. “I have paid special attention to you the last few hours, you’re a very unique individual, you know? So unique I think you know perfectly why I’m here, right?”

>”I’m not interest in a contract or a pact or whatever you’re offering. Sorry!”
>”Who are you supposed to be? Whose side are you on?”
>”Can you come back in a few hours? I’m really not feeling it right now.”
>Write In.

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What is you name?

What is your gender?
>male
>female

What is your class?
>Fighter
>Wizard
>Rogue
>Priest
>write-in

What is your profession?
>Farmer
>Guard
>Smith
>Brewer
>Hobo
>write-in

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Your name is anon.

You're tired of people on 4chan calling you a faggot. You're not a faggot and you need to prove it.

This is your quest to take over 4chan.

Now, what do first?

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First 3 for Race and location guys let's get it.

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>Twitter: https://twitter.com/Judge_Presiding
>ask.fm: https://ask.fm/Judge_Presiding
>Last Thread: >>1725757

MID-MORNING Saturday September 1st (Weather: Slightly Cloudy. Forecast for tomorrow: Sunny.)
You, David, Keith, and the four girls all make your way up to the slides at Wasserschloss. The girls themselves seem to be fawning over David, but not in a sexual way. They just seem to think he's the most adorable thing ever. Luckily, they also turn their attention on you, and you suspect that you might be getting numbers out of this.

It's quite a wait at the top of the slides, but you spend your time chatting about various things, such as schoolwork. A few of the girls go to Keith's old school, Greenglades. They were a class underneath him, and he didn't have time to get to know them before he was welcomed to Olympia.

When the time finally comes to ride the Monster slide, you realize with a bit of dismay that you're going to have to bite the bullet on a topic you were putting off: There are seven people here, and four tubes, but one tube fits two people at most, so someone will have to ride alone.

"I really think if anyone rides alone it should be me," David suggests quietly, but Keith shakes his head.

"Come on, we walked all the way up here, it should be a guy and a girl on each except for the last one."

The four girls nod and agree before having a bit of a silent stand-off. Despite their agreeing on a boy-girl pairing, none of them want to ride alone. Since you're the leader of the group, the decision falls to you.
If you had to judge them using your Lech-O-Vision, these are the following traits they have, from tallest to shortest:
>Girl 1 (Paula) is the tallest, but has very sparing curves. She's pretty, but lean, and African-American with black hair and eyes.
>Girl 2 (Gabbie) is barely shorter than Paula, and a nice bust but not so much in the back. She's a blonde with hazel eyes.
>Girl 3 (Lilly) probably has the best curves in the group on both counts. She's a brunette Hispanic with green eyes.
>Girl 4 (Abigail) Has a nice rear but not quite as much bust, and is the shortest. She's a blonde with brown eyes.

>>Slide group setup
>Pick a girl you want to ride with
>Prompt David to give his opinion
>Prompt Keith to give his opinion
>Throw David to the dogs (or in this case bitches) and let them decide which one of them gets him
>I'll ride alone.
>David really should ride alone.
>Keith will ride alone.
><Write-In>

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Walking alone, you come to stop in the middle of a forest clearing. Sunlight streams down from between the leaves above you. Leashing your herd to a nearby log and heaving your chest of belongings to the ground, you stop and peer into the land beyond the treeline. Having trekked on foot for the better part of a week from town, you've at last found somewhere suitable.

>Greener forest. Timber, bees, wildlife, and farmland too, if you're willing to put your axe to some use. (Ireland, France, or Germany? Pick.)

>Grasslands, the trees don't continue for quite a few miles. The space is wide open, and perfect for almost all varieties of farming and livestock. (England, Russia, or Poland? Pick.)

>Open crag nestled in the mountains. The hermit's life, just what you were looking for. Time to think, learn, and escape from the bustling realm around you. Maybe there are some minerals hidden away if you should decide to get industrious anyways?
(Norway, Austria, or Scotland? Pick.)

>A small piece of coastline. Sandy beach, and open sea ready for fishing or more ambitious enterprise. (Greece, Italy, Spain, or Sweden. Pick)

>The land is unfamiliar. It takes you a few moments to articulate what you see. (Fantasy world / Write-in)

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The Raiders – Part 27

Standing for Schechei at the ceremony where Supreme Leader Dunzamn grants her the silver Sword that will be her boon companion above all others would be awkward if Kteine had not chosen Falna to serve the same purpose (or fate) at the same ceremony. With three other Silver Swords being granted, it is a situation that probably would not have been too terribly troublesome or stressful.

Unfortunately, because this is just how your luck has been for the past 'week' or so, there is a very, very good chance that you will be announced as the bearer of a True Silver Sword. It is unlikely that you will be introduced as a Master Smith – despite the fact that Her Majesty has ordained you as one in a Dream or Nightmare sending (which you have decided was only possible if Vlaakith herself possessed the Elder Power that you possess).

But the declaration of your possessing a True Silver Sword will be more than enough to shatter Falna's already tattered and bruised ego.

Perhaps – just perhaps – you might not be giving her enough credit. But on the off chance that you are correct there are a number of things you may wish to do to protect yourself and others. Or, perhaps not. In either case, it won't be long after the ceremony that the Raids commence, and that is going to be an epic sort of thing to deal with. In any case, you're dressed for battle, bearing Siobhan, and your Cadre is also prepared for battle, clean, and looking particularly terrifying, both by numbers (seven is a very unusual number for a cadre that isn't lead by a knight with an ancient dragon at their beck and call) and by the fact that you will carry an unthinkable number of Silver Swords in addition to a True Silver Sword.

Not to mention Yzia looks absolutely gorgeous as a silver-and-gold angel blooded aasimar at the moment, and is pretty much wearing nothing except her pride.

[] Cast the longer running defensive spells in your repertoire.
[] If it comes down to it you can quick-cast the most powerful self-empowerment and still be ready to cast more spells.
[] You're certain that Falna won't betray Schechei a second time running.
[] Let Falna know about Siobhan on the way there – confiding in her will ease the pain perhaps.
[] It's not like Falna is the only threat – shore up your defenses and be ready for anything.
Siobhan thinks Falna's ego is already broken – she's not going to try anything overt at all, much less in public.

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Previous: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1683272/
Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/5bdm4ZYj
Twitter: https://twitter.com/TheHeadMasterTG
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Ah, its hot today. Not that I'm complaining. It seemed like it was going to stay cold all year. Which is basically hell for me now, it makes me feel tired like I just woke up after getting a solid two hours of sleep. But this heat, its like sitting in fire except not as comforting. Keeps my blood flowing without me having to fight or listen to some music, which is really nice. Not to mention that it makes the streets a little emptier since some girls can't handle the heat. However judging from the call sis gave me this morning, it fills the beaches up like there's a riot going on or something. Which must be not be fun for Pam, having that many people stepping on her tail or swimming around her. Glad I'm not quite as big as she is.

Frowning, I stop on the edge of a side walk, hearing a fire hydrant pop across the street. Glancing over as I yawn, no doubt scaring anyone who gets a look of me, I see that some kindly oni? girl ripped half the damn thing off to give some slimes a shower. Which considering how small they all are, a much needed one. The spray of cold water hits me, making me shiver but...its a nice feeling. A bit of cold isn't bad. Kind of makes me want to swim. Though considering what happened last time I went for a dip...that may not be the best of plans. As fun as it was swinging around the kraken, I don't enjoy being dragged half way to fucking bottom of the sea.

Yeah this is getting kind of annoying, time to move on. Not sure what I'm going to do today. But it seemed like it'd be a waste to spend the first actually hot day of the year inside. Besides, Yvvy told me to get some special mineral water or something so her leaves wouldn't wilt and I don't want to disappoint her or be a bad girlfriend and just forget.

"FUCK!" I scream, all my thoughts clearing as I step into the street without thinking and nearly get hit by a fucking car. My tail curls around me, as I step back, lowering my head and growling more out of instinct and fear than anything else. And I see a rather scared little man with a rather large gargoyle wife, and their normal kids....well mostly normal kids. The goth in the back seat has to be grumpy about something judging from....hehehaha, they just turned into an alarune didn't they? Oh that's hilarious, talk about irony.

"S...sorry" the man says, sounding like he expects me to smash his car screaming my own name or something "I...I didn't see you there, I didn't mean...I mean I'm not a"

"No, no its my fault I was kind of day dreaming just now" I say, grinning before I realize its making things worse for the guy "Don't worry about it"

He looks up at me, Trying to figure out if I'm being sarcastic or not. I sigh and cross my arms, waiting for them to go so I can go about my day.
cont

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>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xrLl5So1myA

>Previously: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1657098/

. . . It's quiet out here. Except for the screaming.

Round up the survivors. Reload. Grab the few supplies unbroken. Take a deep breath.

We're out of bugs and out of time.

And the reactor facility? It still hums.

We need to kill it.

And we're the only ones left alive to do it, Troopers. Before more of those things crawl out from whatever antedeluvian depths they spawn from.

We'll bury the cooling corpses of the command staff, the technicians and the troopers later. And at least if we do not, there'll be no bodies at all left to bury.

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prior: >>1713993

Wick
Class: Revenant; Umbra shade

-Mutations
speed: 6
intelligence: unaltered
damage: 1
durability: unaltered
other mutations: none

-Umbra
Solid: 5
Anchor: 0
Insanity: ???

Skills/Magic: none

-Equipment
--Memory of : As you are now, your possessions are memories, as exact as you can recall them.

Short Sword and Buckler- A thick wooden barstool seat strapped to your arm, and a short sword that is pitted and chipped but still very sharp. Enough room behind the stool to store your sword in a hand crafted notch.

Twin Daggers- Two somewhat longish daggers, they feel warm to the touch and are of a foreign make but otherwise featureless. You know they are newer to your life, but are most favored.

Bow and Quiver- Simple wooden bow and quiver with arrows of sharpened, fire blacked wood

Parade Sword- A slightly longer zweihander, a token of a misspent youth. Still, works pretty good at a range.

Leather Armor- Old leather armor made of endless replacements and patches, some parts hard boiled or cured hide, others soft and pliant. You cant' remember the events but you know mobility and just enough protection has served you better than a man with full plate.

true items: True objects, mundane or magical, are rare in the Umbra, and rarely last without masters. Though some powerful items with a will near their own can persist.

none

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The Umojan Directorate. Without a doubt the most influential and scientific political party in Dominion space, besides the Dominion itself. Until now. Suddenly, the entire Umoja System has disappeared with no trace in sight. It threw the entire Terran race into chaos, scientists and mathematicians desperately searching for a logical answer as to why, while Admirals and Generals Put their forces on high alert, unsure whether or not another system would disappear. Yet, what happened on Umoja itself was a different story. For the system was flung into a different universe. One where an Empire was about to form on the horizon.

=+=+=+=

As former Dominion Ghost 137, alias "Stone", picked himself up off of the deck of the planetary command center, he immediately started barking orders. "Tech, find out what the hell just happened! Comms, try to radio in any nearby vessels. Have the hangars launch all fighters and warm up the dry docks! Go go go!"
The command center spurred to life, people running about frantically to fufill their jobs, Stone started to make a call on the main terminal, and the flickering image of the president of Umoja was brought up. "What's the situation General?" She asked.
"Unknown, madam. We experienced a massive power spike, along with a large amount of fires throughout the base. I called in to ensure residential areas of the planet are intact."
At that, she looked away from the Ghost to talk to an assistant, before turning back to him. "no, everything is fine in the residential sectors."
"Sir, We got some readings on the sensor data before the overload, and... well the power spike should have been the equivalent of a point blank hypernova, yet the whole system is still intact. Even stranger, the star charts are radically different from those recorded."
Stone looked at the screen of the ensigns computer. "Is it possible that the whole system was somehow warped through space?"
"Starting to look that way, sir. What's our next course of action?"

[ ]"We're moving into planetary lockdown, nothing gets in or out until we figure what the hell is going on."

[ ]"Inform the president and prep scouting ships. We need to know what's out there."

[ ]Other.

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Rolled 40 (1d100)

"EXTRA EXTRA THE WITCH OF THE SEAS ORGANA HAS BEEN CAPTURED AND IS TO BE EXECUTED IN THE SQUARE THIS VERY DAY! GREAT BOUNTY HUNTER MODRIK WAS THE ONE WHO BROUGHT HER IN AND WE GOT HIS PERSONAL TESTIMONY RIGHT HERE WITH AN EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW!" Shouts the newsboy as you among many others get off the ferry. and into the bustling city. You feel tempted to go see the execution for yourself. Its not every day that a sea witch of all things gets caught and a short delay like that shouldn't get in the way of business you came to the city for anyway.

At the same time though you are tempted to head to the cursed tavern the drunken devil which according to rumor you can find more then just drunken pirates, lost sailors, and horny whores. Yet you have heard there is a major recruitment drive in order to fight off pirates and to help protect more colonies. Though there are whispers its actually just preparation for war...

Then there is the letter you have in your pocket given to you by your wealthy but dying grandfather who stated that should you deliver the letter to a certain Company would guarantee a very...lucrative means of employment for you or you could go get that fishing ship in the harbor you inherited from your deceased uncle a former explorer turned fisherman of all things.

What do?
>Go see the witch's execution
>Head to the Drunken Devil
>Take your letter to the Company
>Meet with the Recruiter
>Get to shipyard for work

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New Avalon Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=New%20Avalon
Colors' Sheet: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1gq9ZEFrwnYjQpSeuMg1a_7UepedMrQUSEwbrHWntFCo/edit?usp=sharing
Previous Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1718417/

You are Colors Eriksdotter, Warlock Knight of the Spring Court. Your enemy has thrown down his weapon to surrender, and you have every intention of honoring that action.

"Hold," you call to your allies (friends?). There is a soft sighing sound of a breeze dying down when the Rook lets go of his attack on the Stonebones. The woman looks desiccated, almost mummified, but her chest still rises and falls in shallow breaths.

Vickie stands in a slow, wobbling daze. The tall Darkling is slathered in blood to the point where it is hard to tell where she's been hurt. She puts a hand against the wall to support herself, a knife still gripped in her other palm. Her opponent lies deathly still, with his torso opened up from dozens of stab wounds. The jackal-like Beast draws no breath.

"Youngbloods," the old man murmurs, and there's no malice in it. Just an ancient and tired sorrow, without the energy left for hate.

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