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Jessica gives you a glance-over before taking a bite of her salad. "Don't let Levi sucker you with his 'quaint little town' talk. Despite the name, Progress is the kind of town you get stuck in...most people born here are buried here, too."


Levi gives her a suspicious look. "Had another argument with your mom?" he asks.

Jessica sighs. "Is it that obvious?"

>"Why are you arguing with your mom?"
>"Why don't you like Progress?"
>Write-in

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Hello, I’m OzQM and this is Sanguine Quest.

In this quest you are Rektus, a vampire who wakes up after a millenium-long slumber during which the world has changed and everything you held dear has disappeared. Don’t dispair though, you now have the opportunity to explore a world free of contraints though you’ll have to be wary of dangers such as vampire hunters.


In the last thread you: encountered and proceded to thorougly wipe out some unfortunate bandits that tried to ambush you, made a boring journey towards an abandoned, castle which proved to be not so abandoned after all so you retreated to a safe room...


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Rolled 13 (1d100)

Last time your still stuck inside the catacombs full of undead. You successfully managed to take down a vampire with some bandit 'allies' thereby earning the help of a witch whom you managed to convince to stick around for the time being.

You also attempted to hit on said witch but failed spectacularly at getting passed as it turned out to be an extremely thick woman and your own spaghetti spillage didn't help matters. On the plus side you were able to still get laid ironically thanks to said witch whom somehow missed it was actually her you were trying to bang.

After that you trained and went deeper in the catacombs with some bandits. Who are apparently negotiating with some of the smarter undead and your trying to figure out whether or not you wanna hideout until you pass or the test or find the ones who carry the key.

You are sincerely tempted to just wait it out problem is you...sorta really pissed off the one who is giving you this test. So there is no way she'll come anytime soon. So despite the risks your tempted to take the other option. You really should of thought twice before interrupting that lovemaking session...necromancers as you are beginning to realize really don't get out much. Not to mention it didn't help that said necromancer was your boss's girlfriend.

Yeah not one of your better decisions alright...

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The land of Entor has been deluged in anarchic warfare for centuries. In ancient times, the Ikani Empire ruled over the entire known world with an iron fist, and many believed that its reign would never end. Their belief was false, eventually Emperor Ceon died of old age, and left three feuding teenage heirs. As the continent was ripped apart in bloody civil war, many noblemen and military leaders took their forces and carved out their own kingdoms, rather than follow spoiled children in pointless battle.

Over time, the fragmented Empire collapsed under its own weight, and after two generations, ceased to exist entirely. Hundreds of petty kingdoms, duchies, and upstart empires have arisen to fill the void. They wage war among themselves in a bid for power, and Entor is a shadow of its former self. Bandit armies and Nomad hordes scourge the countryside. Mercenaries and Slavers make a killing doing business in a thriving market. Monsters thought to have been extinct prey upon mortal men, and dark things haunt the night.

The time is ripe for conquest, and power is within grasp for those with the ambition to take it. You are one such ambitious man, and to this end, you've raised an army and ready yourself for battle.

Before this quest commences, forge yourselves a champion /qst/

> What is your name, and by what title will the peasantry call you?

> What do you look like, and how old are you?

> What is your background?

> Bandit Chief
> Nomad Horse-lord
> Rebel Knight

> What attribute do you excel in? And what attribute could use some work?

> What are the three skills you are most known for?

> Finally, what is your ultimate goal for Entor?

((OOC: Note, this quest will involve a lot of looting and pillaging, and be oriented around medieval warfare, and to a lesser degree, politics. Depending on your choices, Edginess may also be present, though I'll promise not to go full-on Edge Lord.

The setting is in the Medieval Dark Ages centuries after a prosperous Romanesque Empire collapsed to civil war. Magic is very rare, highly feared, and extremely dangerous. Monsters are common, though overtly supernatural ones are rare. Ruins from the old Empire are scattered across the land as well, and might make for some good dungeoneering. Humans are the only major race, though other races do exist in a minor fashion.))

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Hello and welcome back to Mortal Kombat Konquest! On today's episode, we follow Joshua Fireseed, the lone wolf of the team, as he struggles to overcome a foe unlike any other he has ever faced. Our story begins two threads ago, when he led Team Striker into the Netherrealm to face Noob Saibot's Army of Darkness, and in that terrible and bleak realm, he came face-to-face with something that would change his life... but for better, or for worse?

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Not quite sure how this forum works, but lets see.

You and four strangers awaken on a yacht. You find yourselves transformed into little bodies wearing strange clothes. What is the meaning of this?

I'll be back in about 3 hours to start this. Looking for plots and players. Story ideas, middles and ends.

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It is 1094 a year before the first crusade. Tensions have been brewing as Pope Urban II and the Vatican establishment has been quite up heaved by the Muslim occupation of Jerusalem. You are not native to your home in the Italian isles, born as a(n)
>Catholic
>Muslim
>Zoroastrian
>Jew
>Buddhist
>Other

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"Why does it seem everything ends up getting destroyed wherever we go?"


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You shout back to Shizune as you lay the last of the Gato Guards out with a sweeping haymaker. There's an upturned table partially blocking the hallway up front. You continue your long strides forward, dropping your shoulder into a tight acute angle.

As you feel it just make contact, you push ever harder.
Every step is an explosion from the ground.
The table audibly cracks.
You burst up from your hips, snapping the furniture like a match.

You continue your sprint indifferently down the hallway.

Shizune stands back all the hallway entrence, still staring in disbelief at the wreckage tossed aside like a broken linkin' log.

"Yeah...yeah, I wonder why."

>You are now playing as Tai
>You rejected your past life of sin and conflict, taking a new name as a monk in your quest for self-purification
>Lifestyles can change so much, so quickly. People can become different in mere days, let alone years if you aren't watching.
>You take the vows of a monk for the people closest to you. Your life is a redemption by fire for your own self-perceived mistakes.
>...but it seems that old habits will always die hard. This current labor may be the hardest yet.

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You are Carya Marseilles-O'Hara, an ace newtype mobile suit pilot and Captain in the Colonial Transit Fleet. And as hard as it is for even you to believe the robot you're staring at is your sister, Catrina: or at least it's being piloted by her ghost, who's temporarily taken up residence in the AI storage matrix in its head.

“What are you doing!?” you hiss in disbelief. “Do you even know how that thing works!?”

In response your sister tilts “her” head in a mimicry of stretching her neck, then flexes “her” fingers. “Yeah, it works great!”

“That's not what I mean and you know it!”

“Look,” the machine sighs, “I've actually been thinking about it, but if a machine's designed to be sensitive to newtype brainwaves and has storage space for an AI's programming, why shouldn't a human mind fit just as well? When it comes right down to it all any of us are is a bunch of brainwaves anyway.”

“All I'm doing is borrowing your brainwaves to insert my pattern into a robot body that was designed in a way that lets me control it.”

“And what happens if the machine gets shot in the head?” you counter. “What happens to you?”

“I can jump back and forth in an instant,” Catrina reassures you, momentarily demonstrating by jumping back into your brain then into the gundam's storage matrix. “See? And what if our machine gets hit in the cockpit, hm?”

“Then we both die, but that'd happen anyway. What if the headset fails?”

“Then we get a new one. What if your reactor starts to melt down?”

“Reroute power or eject. What if someone finds a way to jam newtype brain waves?”

“You'll blow them up and I'll come back, or you won't and we both die. A lot of these scenarios end with us sharing the same fate anyway, sis.”

“Just... stop,” Saran, the Anaheim official tasked with selling you this newly designed gundam, sighs. He pinches the bridge of his nose, mind trying desperately to piece together what just happened with his product. “This isn't possible. That AI matrix was designed for an AI, not for a person, so how did a person get inside it? And where did she come from?”

“That's my sister,” you frown, “and how she got here is a long story. But we're one of the main reasons that any newtype research is so... “sensitive”, as you put it.”

“So you're not just gonna get in the gundam then?” Catrina asks you, the hand of this new mobile suit still extended as if to welcome you into the open cockpit. “That's not like you.”
>1/2

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It's hard to pinpoint exactly when things began, but if historians really gave a shit they would probably nail it down to somewhere around two centuries. Maybe more. That's when the seeds were sown, when business and politics began to intermingle. Big-name corporations began sponsoring national leaders. Millionaires with no true political experience were given powerful seats. Countries themselves became companies and the idea of making it out with profit became the number-one concern, not overtly as it had been in the past, but blatantly. The military privatised itself, seeing to the rise of the "New Mercenary Wave." It all culminated when the now-infamous Hazelborough Inc. saw it fit to declare independence from the United States, constructing a large artificial island on international waters and moving all of their profits where nobody but they themselves could reach them.

'Course, the competitors in charge of the US weren't just going to let all that cash out of their system just like that and with the right amount of money in the right places, Hazelborough could be charged with "treason" and "national theft" for just up and leaving like that, which justified bringing their goods back with military means. The supercorps effectively in charge of the US hired some mercs, Hazelborough and what allies they managed to court hired some mercs and all hell promptly broke loose. Once the allies of Hazel's began punching at the US, enemies of Hazel's allies saw the opportunity to get their chare of the gains to be found in war and joined in. It escalated and before we knew it, any illusion of a noncorporate government was swept away with the nastiest world war out of the three thus far.

Hazelborough's island was eventually invaded by the contractors hired by the three biggest companies that ran the US at the time, the Lunar Group, Mjolnir Arms and Renfield Cybernetics - and their allies. Hazelborough Incorporated itself was terminated, its assets liquidated and spread across the victors. Much of it was used to pay the military contractors the winning supercorps had used to fight the war in the first place. This was 87 years ago.

Now, the year is 2218. You are a "Full-Body Augment," a human that had their brain transplanted into a fully robotic body which, with a plethora of other functions, keeps that one organ that matters healthier and in better working order than that old meat sack of yours ever could. This in contrast to mere "Augments," who have parts of their bodies improved by mechanical implants, all of this being innovations spearheaded by Renfield Cybernetics. In this world ruled by blades, bullets and bank, you are part of one of the many street-level enterprises, or "gangs," that rule the global market world on the more local scale that the supercorps don't quite see. It's a violent living, but it pays in dollar and respect both and fuck if it isn't one hell of a ride.

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Welcome to Elder Scrolls quest. This quest will see you assume the role of one character, and explore Tamriel's geopolitical, social, mystical and metaphysical assets during the reign of the Ayleid culture.

The world of Tamriel is open to you, but there is a constant, evolving narrative to consider, and you will eventually be forced into action as your choices and the plot unfold and develop consequences.

1d100 dice rolls will be utilised when rolls are required - players will choose one (or more) options out of a presented few (A, B, C, D - et cetera) in order to take action. The first three rolls will determined the outcome. A ten minute voting period between post and writing will be used.

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old thread: >>828717

I have no idea what's going on but there's a foot attacking me and I just killed it and a fist came and hit me. Something is trying to kill me. The only options I can think of are to climb up the fist and attack or try to run away.

So far I have level 527 "Light absorption" skill and "Self awareness" skill. I might have more too.

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this is a simple-ish war of divide and control. the mechanics are simple. you send troops to an area you more or less control it until some one elses attacks you, and depending on the amount of defences or just the sheer numbers of you troops you'll either loose it or keep it

there are 6 types of troops

-foot soldiers (simple low damage melee units with a weak cross bow for mid range supressoin)
-rangers (a skilled long range attacker armed with a long bow and throwing knives. unable to fight in close range)
-scouts (scouts are fast and agile, able to traverse any terrain easilly. they are armed with throwing knives and nothing but. unable to fight at close range)
-brutes (high health, high damaging close combat bruisers. armed with an axe and incredible size. very slow however)
-Turtles (armed with massive sheilds and a spear turtles are a perfect counter to ranged foes. sucepteble to incredible blunt force)
-Beserker (barely armoured high damaging units armed with war hammers and throwing knives. very fast but don't last long)

different areas have different advantages

-dark green=forest
its harder to see in the forest, and as a result many units are susceptible to a sneak attack. scouts and archers have an increased movement speed

advantaged units
scouts, rangers
disadvantaged
foot soldiers, turtles

-blue=water
no one can attack while traversing this. this is more or less a way of stopping people from just charging every where. you can collect water at these which will allow you to midigate the wounds of your soldiers

-dark blue=deep water
don't go hear. going hear is a bad idea

-lime green=open feild
this is a plain open feild with no features but kneehigh grass. hiding is very difficult.

advantaged units
beserker

brighter lime green=hill
claiming a hill give you the high ground, giving you an advantage against anything standing on the plains or the lower segment of the hill but turtles.

advantaged units
turtles, archers, foot soldiers

disadvantaged units
brutes, scouts, beserkers

grey lines=ruins
these give you cover from ranged attacks and a break in line of sight. good hiding place, but be careful for ambush when entering one

every ones starts with 200 points to spend on troops.

foot soldeirs: 2
rangers: 2
scouts: 2
brutes: 20
turtles: 5
beserkers: 5

you start in a random locatoin. who ever has the last remaining toops wins.

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As soon as you detonated the demolition charges, all hell broke loose.

The combined blasts of all 3 demolition charges created a loud, thundering explosion, the shock wave of which would have knocked you off your feet had you not been lying on your belly. Each explosion kicked up huge mounds of dirt, obscuring your view of the treeline where your allies lay in wait.

Less than a second after the charges went off, more parts of the hill were blasted away as the M22 Locust tanks and the anti-tank guns that your allies possessed thundered into life. and while many of the shots missed, some found their marks in the firing-slits of some of the remaining bunkers. The high-explosive shells detonated the ammunition inside the bunkers and set them off like fire-crackers.

Almost immediately after that, the tell-tail crackle of gunfire erupted as machine guns on both sides began to open fire. You watched as the Locust tanks at the base of the hill began to push up the hill with infantry behind them. MG-42 rounds bouncing off the reinforced frontal armour of the tanks.

As the tanks reached halfway up the hill, the SS began to get their act in order, and they released a pack of 5 panzerhunds to engage the tanks. The great metal beasts charged out of the Märchenland's front entrance. Only to run into a barrage of fire from the anti-tank guns and heavy machine guns that the assault force had brought with them.

The first panzerhund fell to a 37mm shell to the body, blowing the metal beat to scrap. The second and third ones were ripped to shreds by concentrated .50 calibre machine gun fire. The fourth stopped for a second to dodge around the corpse of it's pack-mate, only take a rocket to the front-leg. This rocket blew the leg away and stopped the great beast long enough for an anti-tank gun to blow it to pieces.

The final panzerhund reached the first locust tank and dodged a shot from the tank's cannon. The beast barrelled into the tank, crushing the tank's forward armour and the driver before then backing up and pouncing onto the turret.

You watched in horror as the panzerhund grabbed the tank commander with it's razor-sharp teeth and pulled him out of the tank's turret. It stopped for a second to shake the poor man around like a chew toy before finally biting him in half as the infantry behind the tank peppered the beast with rifle-fire.

The beast made ready to pounce, but was stopped in it's tracks by an anti-tank shell to it's chest. The beast seemed to stop in rigor-mortis for a few seconds, before a second shell punched through it's head, the force of the shot blowing the head clean off the beast and toppling it in front of the stricken tank.

>CONT

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You stand in your room, on the morning of a new day. A very important day, as it is in fact the day of your very first CLIMBING. On this day you are to begin the ascent into adulthood, both literally and figuratively.

An ordinary young boy would ordinarily have a variety of interests, however you are not ordinary. Instead, all you like is to CLIMB. All your childhood heroes and objects of desire have always been related to climbing, in one way or another. Your favourite toys were your father's old climbing gear, your favourite telebroadcast was of course POWER CLIMBERS, your preferred reading material has always been the small variety of ROCK CLIMBING PUBLICATIONS, and of course your biggest idol has always been your father: a legendary free-climbing expert back in his prime.

You've anticipated this day for all your life, and all of your father's teachings have proved themselves to be relevant to this journey in one way or another.
You can imagine where he is now. He's probably waiting for you at the top of the cliff not far from your house, ready to congratulate his son on doing what it takes to become a man.
"Oh son, I'm so proud of you!" he'll say once you've clawed your way to the top. He'll marvel at how you didn't even break a sweat, and brag to all your neighbours about how he has such a great son.
Not that he doesn't do that last part already.

However, "Don't start reaching for a new handhold before you've got solid footing!" as he would say. You shouldn't be thinking too far ahead, you've got a cliff to climb first, and you're still spacing out in your bedroom like some kinda freakin' mental patient. It's time to take action.

What will your first step toward adulthood be?

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