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In the world, there are many creatures, mystic ones, dangerous ones, beautiful ones.
You cloud have been born a dragon, an Elf or even a mere human… but gods are assholes and the cards you’ve drawn are far from the best :
You are a goblin.

Goblins are considered vermin by most sentient beings from human to ork - truth be told, even goblins think so – and they mostly act so.
Except the rare occasions where they assemble in hordes to wage war left and right, goblins live in little tribes all over the continent, most of them being nomadic to avoid extermination from greedy adventurers, the royal army, hungry orks or bored dwarves. They’re not known for any talent except the one to be as easy to kill as a cockroach and almost as disgusting. Green skinned little shits, they’re standing between 60 and 80cm tall and weight rarely over 30kg, they have got claw-like nails and bulgy yellowish eyes, their mouth are messes of pointy teeth, overly long tongues and disgusting smells. Their lifespan is as short as they are and often end in a gruesome manner.
Be happy, you are one of those… things.

But a “normal” goblin is as fictional as an ugly elf and, like most of your brothers, you have this little thing that makes you different.
What is it ?

>You are taller than most, you could probably stare down a few of the shorter dwarves. You’re over one meter, a feat for a greenskin like you. It makes you particularly charismatic among your own kind and it makes you a bit stronger than most of them.
>You are infused with magic. Which kind ? Wait, you mean there are multiple kinds of magic ? You don’t know anything about it but, no matter under what star you where born, it was a magical one… maybe you should become a shaman or something ?
>You are one of the very rare four-armed goblins. Usually it’s something like one in a hundred but since most of the four-armed baby dies during their short and violent childhood, it quickly becomes a third of that around adulthood. Having a second pair of arms is a blessing in many ways.
>Your mother probably had sex with a wild animal rather than with one of your own kind : you are covered in brownish thick fur, you’re far more at ease when running on all four and you got a natural instinct for hunting. But you don’t really look like a goblin and you are an outcast in your own tribe.
>You are a flying goblin. Speaking of unlikely. A thick elastic membrane link your arms to your torso, you are shorter and way lighter than most of your kind. What you lack in leg length, you make up for it in arm length, making you look almost like a giant green bat-creature. It’s hard to take off from flat ground but if you leap from high enough you can fly for quite some time. You can sense easily the direction of the wind and you can see quite far, but your hearing is quite dull for a goblin.
>Write in (nothing too OP, it’s no fun being an all mighty goblin… yet)

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Dante stood atop the southern pillar of Vanaheim looking down at the many individuals scuttling around.

''They are a lot like ants from up here...''

He mused to himself.
And with similar glee to that of a child he was planning on how to amuse himself this time around with them.
There was no malice in him, instead he was driven by an ancient primordial force that moved peasants and kings alike throughout the aeons.
Boredom.

But as the edges of his mouth curled into a sly grin his highly acute senses alerted him to something.
Still arched forward he paid no attention to these warnings and instead he extended his left hand with an open palm.
Within seconds space began distorting above him and a gateway to the Garganta opened up and expelled someone.
This individual began plummeting quite fast. Her screams filled the air.

As Tatsuki fell down she began panicking and couldn't focus.
Luckily for her Dante casually grabbed her by the ankle and she began dangling upside down.

With a whistle Dante began speaking.
''Now this is my kind of rain.
No wonder the sky looks so funny today.''

''Let me go!''
Tatsuki grit her teeth and growled.

''Let you go?
But it would be a waste if you ended up as just a pretty stain.''

Angry at that Tatsuki shot a spark up at Dantes face and it soon detonated.
The sudden expansion of air made the boy lose focus and accidentally let go of her, sure enough the girl began falling once more.
However with a swift kick to the air and a sudden burst of green energy she bounces herself towards the pillar and drives her fingers into the stone structure.

With her hold secured she adjusts herself and digs into the stone with her other hand.
"Okay... now all I have to do is fin-
Whaaaaaa-?"
She cuts her own sentence short as her eyes wander around for a bit and the scenery unfolds before her.

A forest of blue trees stretching on for miles, surrounding and overgrowing stone pyramids that dot the landscape.
Three pillars just as large as the one she is currently on, with walls connecting each one to the next.
In the middle of it all stood an ascending series of tiered gardens containing all manners of shrubs, trees and vines.
From the sides of this massive construct many plants and vines could be seen hanging down alongside several waterfalls that created misty clouds of vapor in their vicinity.

Tatsukis jaw was positively hanging by the time she regained her composure.
''Okay...
Didn't expect this...''

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“Quarantine is no longer possible. Moving to last resort protocols.” - Ministry orders, issued before the western slums massacre.

“Good hunting,” Henryk tells you, offering a solemn nod before turning away. He has his own duties to be attending to, just as you have yours. He has a woman to hunt down – although the idea of hunting another human is, in your eyes, a dangerous precedent to set – and you've got an outbreak to contain. That's your job, after all.

Your name is Camilla Borghild, investigative agent for the Ministry of Health and Well-Being, and it's time that you played your part. Whether it be negotiating with cloistered politicians or scouring the last traces of an outbreak from the land, you have the training and talents to perform your duties. Duties that start here, in New Odyss, with the local governor and whatever cronies he's gathered around himself.

Well, you mutter as you fix your gaze on the governor's manor, everyone has to start somewhere.

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Ah, I really thought we would do the wedding on ep 100... we are running late in many ways.

Anyway, sorry for being so late today guys. I went to the hospital for new eyedrops and what should have been easy and fast ended as a huge deal.

The public workers in my country are on strike, demanding better salaries, and that invludes the hospital, so it only had a skeleton crew.

My prescription ran out so I needed a new one.

Line up for new eyedrop prescription
Get the wrong eyedrop prescription
Go to the pharmacy line.
Wait
Find out it was the wrong eyedrops when they handed me the flask after making me wait for a long time.

Got to go to get a prescription again.

It was the wrong prescription again. Yes, had to wait in line all over again both to get the prescription and to get the drops.

Had to go get the prescription again.

It was the wrong prescription again.
Im too blind to read normal paper. I can only read the screen thanks to the high contrast mode, so each time I only realized it when they handed me the wrong flask.

Well, this time it was the right eyedrops, but the flask was tiny.

I need to apply it once every 12 hours. This flask was for 1/night.

Had to go AGAIN
Had to do the two lines AGAIN

Finally got the eyedrops
I also got another eyedrop, which are just artificial tears...

...so technically they still got it wrong.

I said "fuck it" and came back home with both flasks.

And thats why im super late today.

I deeply apologize.

...and those are the workers on strike because they want a better salary. Why dont they try doing a better work, first?

Anyway its stupidly late, so maybe start tomorrow? today lets just discuss ideas for the game. Anyway, let me know when you are here

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> "Understood, we'll stand down and let them pass, we've got bigger fish to fry."

"Able to all Able vehicles, shut off your engines and hold position, we'll let them pass by and keep pressing on after the way's clear." You wait a second for the chorus of acknowledgments to subside before reopening the channel, "Recce, observe but stay out of sight, we don't want to get into a firefight with this lot."

"Understood Able, we'll keep you appraised." Cooper switches the radio to battery power as the engine's idling dies down and then fades to nothing, bringing an almost eerie silence to the company, bar the rumbling sounds of war wafting down from the North.

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"Able this is Recce, we now have visual confirmation on the German column. It's a reinforced company, look like Panzergrenadiers from the 2nd Division. Mainly trucks full of infantry, some towed AT guns and support weapons and a trio of SPGs. They're driving up along the embankment, as we suspected, looks like they're heading straight towards the German positions South of Villers. Over." Ingham's report makes you flinch a little, ambushing that column would've been a massacre in your favour, given they have no armoured support and only softskin transports.

Captain Welchley comes on the radio before you can reply, "Copy Recce, Able, those must be the infantry reinforcements those Germans we saw before are waiting on, it's likely they'll start a full assault on the town from the South soon."

"You're probably right Able-Victor." You reply. "Regiment, you hearing all this?"

"Affirmative Able, I won't second guess your call, but I'm already passing the report on to Brigade, they'll let our chaps in Villers know the score. Recce, try to give us your best count on their numbers."

"Roger Regiment, wait one." Ingham's report takes time, as he has to wait until the German forces draw closer to precisely count them, and begins rattling off how many trucks there are in each part of the convoy, how many men in them roughly, how many towed guns and various other numbers. In all it looks like a full Company of Panzergrenadiers, with attached Self-propelled infantry guns and a number of fuel and supply trucks for the armoured and mechanised units already at the front. They all seem to be headed directly for the frontlines though, passing you by completely unaware of just how close to the enemy they are.

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Hello and welcome. I'm a new QM and i want to give a try in this quest. You will be playing, as the quest title shows, a agent working for the Sith Empire.
Chronologically it will be taking place in the rise of the New Sith Empire, before the start of the game The Old Republic.

The voting period for a decision will be approximately 10 minutes, any votes cast after the vote is called by the QM will not be counted toward the final vote. In the event of a particularly heated or important vote the QM reserves the right to call a Final Destination vote.

Non-combat events such as perception, convincing people to share well guarded information, ect. will be resolved by a 1d100 roll, the highest of the three first rolls, will be the roll that determines success.

Combat rolls will be determined by a 3d10 and will be determined by the best of the first three rolls.

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Hello and welcome to the first installment of Zatch Bell Quest. I am a new qm so at the end any feedback, comments, or advice would be greatly appreciated. Before the quest begins I am going to do a little char building with your votes. After about 30 minutes I will select the write-in with the most votes.Thank you and I hope you enjoy chapter 1

First what is your name?

Where do you live?
>America
>Europe
>Japan

How would you describe yourself?
>Athletic (Higher stamina)
>Smart (occasional lightbulb moments)
[spoilers] >Edgy ( unknown) [/spoilers]

Post an image of what you want us to look like if you want.

How old are you?
>13
>15
>17

Lastly how do others describe you?
>A really cool guy
>That quiet guy
>Who?
>He's kinda creepy

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>LAST TIME: You officially venture into the mines with Jamie. The monsters explode - of course, right?

>Criticisms, cheers, complaints, ideas, and ramblings are always welcome; let’s have fun and enjoy the next two years together!
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>>>>>

Your name is Jacky Richmond, you are a farmer, and you are currently catching your breath while sitting on the cold and roughly-hewn steps leading to the second floor of the Cavernous Mines.

A tiny yet fierce woman sits next to you and passes an oiled rag absentmindedly over the worn steel of her monster-slaying weapon. The two of you share nostalgia and conversation as you pass a precious few minutes.

“And you mean to tell me,” asks Jamie innocently enough, “That the two of these people were doing this in a coat closet? And you had no idea they were in there?”

Jamie and you were swapping stories at the moment - just not the rougher ones from your time in war. You were trying to keep it light and, in that way, had just told Jamie about the time you were at a house party not long after you got back home from overseas. The night was wearing on and you weren’t really feeling the crowd before, wouldn't you know it? You stuck your hand in something, so to say.

Your old friend, Chris, had dragged you along for the night and a little after 1 AM you were moving to excuse yourself. As you were nervously staring down a particularly clingy girl and trying to sneak out of the house you opened a closet for your jacket, stuck your hand inside, and were surprised to feel a pair of moist Goddess Fruits™ in your hand instead of your winter wear. Some cursing, smacking, and apologizing later you were wondering why anyone would try and have sex in a foyer coat closet. Seriously? There are cars, or bathrooms, or bushes for these kinds of things.

“I swear. I had no idea, and I still don’t know the name of the girl, but my friend Chris will never let me live it down. I was worried everyone would think I’m a pervert but, well, I think most people just chalked it up to all sides being drunk.”

Jamie lets out a low chuckle. “But you weren’t, correct?”

“Drunk? Not at the time.”

“You don’t seem the type to me to often-” She wiggles her hand a bit in the air, as if trying to pin down the right phrase. “‘Party hardy,’ I should say. You seem like a good boy.”

>Cont.

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It is night. Strangely long shadows dance on the ground, illuminated by the towering inferno of your home. You are a child, on the early cusp of adolescence. You look down at your hands, and they are covered in cuts and light burns, and the smell of meat is on the air.

You are dimly aware that everything is horribly wrong, but you are in shock. There are screams coming from the flames, but they aren't registering. There's something important that you're forgetting...

>You've been living with your older brother since your parents abandoned you. He could have stayed, but chose to leave so he could care for you. He won't tell you why they left.

>You live in an orphanage, with 5 other children all your age, and a matron who cares for you as best she can. She's prone to having a temper though, and while you understand the need for the canings, one of the others didn't... and he always liked fire a little too much.

>You snuck out with your younger sister. Your dad did things to her. You had to protect her. You jammed the doors. The roof was thatch. He would never hurt anyone again.

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You are Pandora, the world's first fully sentient AI created by a government scientist. He raised you, taught you everything you know and has gone missing after something happened to the Facility you lived in. Now you search for purpose in a new world that is nothing like you expected.

Previously you discussed Nike's crush on Ares and learned that Aph's similarities to humans make her somewhat of a pariah among drones. You helped the only way you know how; hugs.

You also decided on working to help building things for the BC, assuring Aph that you're tougher than you look. But before that begins, you wanted to visit home...or what was left of it, anyway.

After some "convincing", you had Aph take you and Ares to the Facility, noticing along the way that you were being followed by...something. Upon making it there, you found a whole lot of nothing for the most part. Just rubble and debris...and then someone you thought you'd never see again showed up.

Welcome back to Pandora Quest!
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Something isn't right. I turn my head, as Mimi and Emi pull and tug on my hair, as they continue to braid and stick bows into it. Well...good thing this is just a mental avatar they're doing this too and not my actual body. Since both of them are currently incorporated into it, and thus "part" of me right now. I frown, as mimic continues to roughly hold me in place, as I try to get up to see if the noises I'm barely hearing are in my head...or outside of it.

"Stop squirming lil sis" Mimi grunts, grabbing the back of the coat I'm wearing, pulling me down in one swift pull "We're not done with you yet, can't have you leaving ungroomed can we?"

Emi cackles maliciously, as she wraps another ribbon into my hair.

"Besides, you could really use some beauty tips, at least for your hair" She says teasingly as I close my eyes, trying my best to ignore them, the ribbons, and how embarrassed I feel "Hey, Mimi, think she'd look nice with some eye liner and lip stick?"

"Eh?" Mimi asks tilting her head as Emi groans

"Right, forgot you're a savage" She hisses "Hey, just had an idea, could you make some Clown makeup for me?"

"Why" I ask as she grins cruelly

"You'd be a cute clown" She says shrugging "Besides, even though you're actually pretty nice, I just can't let a little retrubtion slip through my fingers"

"Thought you two were friends" Mimi snorts, leaning over Emi, making the lady wince.

"So did I" I say sadly as emi stutters, sounding actually worried

"H..hey" She says shaking her head "I just want to mess with her a bit is all, I mean you're doing the same aren't you"

"Well I get a free pass because she's my little sister" Mimi says crossing her arms, looking kind of envious.

"And wouldn't she look adorable dressed up like a clown?" Emi says, her eye's narrowing giving her a very snake like appearance.

Fangs glint in the fire light, as Mimi grins widely and starts to laugh as she pins me down with her arm. Okay, I need to figure out what that noise is, if only so I can escape these two before they do terrible things to my face and make me look foolish.

"All poofy and sad" Mimi mutters to herself as I close my eyes, desperately trying to focus on the muffled noise I've been hearing for the last minute or so.

Its a voice. A very familiar voice. In fact its one I'm used to hearing more in my head than anything else. Rasputin? Is he trying to wake me up? Wait! does that mean he can sense I'm in trouble, even in my subconscious? oh what a wonderful brother! and unlike a certain someone, he doesn't take advantage of his poor sister.

Wait...He's panicking. Is something wrong?

What do I do?
[] Wake up*still with Mimi's and Emi's powers*
[] Let Mimi out and wake up
[] Let both of them out and wake up
[] Try to ask him what's wrong 1d20+will

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> Saturday, August 1st, 2015

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If there's anything you know now about Costa Rica, it's that it's supremely hot. Everyone was shedding their Tankery jackets and electing to either roll up the sleeves of their undershirts, or just opt for tank tops. “Alright. So we're all clear on the plan then?” asks Griselda. You all have gathered around for a light breakfast before the match. Under the nasty hot weather, you all nod and say yes to Griselda. “Remember, it's really hot today! So everyone stay hydrated. I don't want my tanks to suddenly stop doing anything because you all get heat stroke and dry up like raisins.”

Serafina groans. “Augh... I hate the equator!”

“Judging by how hot it is,” says Serina as she opts to tie up the bottom of her tank top to expose more skin to the sun. “The equator hates you too, Serafina.”

“How long is this match going to take!?” yells Dalia. “It's hot in Florida, but this is just hellfire!”

“I haven't been this hot since Burning Man!” shouts Jane.

“Aw, you guys are a bunch of slackjawed faggots!” Regina stands up, proudly wearing nothing except the orange Rescue swimsuit, her Tankery jacket, and the skirt. “Weather like this will make women out of all of you! If you can't take the heat, get outta the kitchen!” She picks up a bucket of water, and immediately splashes it all over herself. The droplets glisten in the sunlight as she douses herself with cool water to the amazement of everybody.

Even you have to admit that looks cool.

Griselda stands there awkwardly, then shrugs. “Okay, everyone's dismissed then.” You all stand up, grumbling more about the heat and humidity.

“Augh... I should've brought my swimsuit.” Winona tilts left to right as she sits at the table. “It's so hot...” She slowly lowers her head onto the table, then yelps. “AAAHH!” She flinches back, holding her cheek. “THAT'S HOT! HOT!”

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Xianxia Quest!
I know some people probably aren't familiar with the genre and while a quick Google search will solve it, I'd rather explain it.

Xianxia is a Chinese fantasty type novel similar to Wuxia except it has more Taoist influence. If Wuxia is a low-mid fantasy setting Xianxia would be closer to High fantasy with
giant monsters, strong magic, world-shaking evil and continent spanning empires. There's a lot of general themes/tropes with the setting that are written and I wanna try and hit
as many as possible while avoiding some of the more annoying ones that make the character a Mary Sueish type.
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You awaken from your sleep to find a man standing over you, upon further inspection you realize the man is your father. "Wake up, today's a special day for you. You can finally
start to cultivate. Quick get dressed and follow me downstairs, everyone is already waiting." You grab some clothes quickly, not wanting to make everyone wait long for you and
rush down stairs to see your family all there sitting and waiting for you. Your father, mother, grandfather, and grandmother. You also see a man there looking clearly out of place
in his nice clothes with a mildly disgusted look on his face. You recognize the man to be the town Mayor. Your father looks over to you and beckons you to take a seat on the ground
in front of the mayor. The mayor looks at you and puts on a clearly fake smile. "Well, you have finally turned 10 years old today and are now able to cultivate...Assuming you have
the talent to do so. I have brought a set of cultivation manuals as well as weapons techniques, as is customary." He takes out a stack of techniques and lays them on the ground in
front of you. You look at them briefly but he stops you. "Ah, I almost forgot, you must first swear to never reveal the contents of these manuals to anyone, they are the most
valuable things to the town and can never be leaked" The mayor says in a rehearsed voice "Repeat after me but replace your own name, I, Chi Yaozi, swear an oath to Dao of the heavens
that I shall not reveal the content of this manual to anyone"


>"I ____ swear an oath to the Dao of the heavens that I shall not reveal the content of this manual to anyone"

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Last time anons went through a portal, and explored a little. Then fell down a mountain, and shieeeeet. Then killed an Orc, (Greenskin!) and are currently on the run from the Orcs while your waifu, Ivanka is looking for you.

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Of course, right now we're Stojan Kopanski, who's hanging out with Hans.

"So... How the fuck can you swallow whole people?"

"Huh?"

"Yeah. Like, you know. Swallow humans whole."

"Oooh, that?"

"Yeah... That's a little weird to ask, I guess."

"Well... Feel my neck. Grab it a little."

He does, and pulls it back... It is certainly elastic.

"Now, most of my upper body is surprisingly flexible, comrade. Rubbery almost. But that doesn't mean I can just swallow people whole no problem. You have to essentially make them a square, and shove them down, and break their legs. Otherwise your stomach explodes, and your fucking dead. It also helps that our stomachs have a very strong acid to break down anything from flesh to metal..."

"How do you know all this?"

"Eh. Listened to Karkmann." You say, as you drink from a flask of vodka in the woods.

"Yeah... So you just do that?"

"Comrade, I mostly stopped eating people except people who piss me off. Now... What were we talking about?"

"Breasts, or ass?"

"Da... Good question. I'd choose... Both. So long as it's large."

"I'm more of a breast man myself, ja?"
You pat him on the head as the two of you walk deeper into the forest.

"So, mind if I ask why you aren't looking for a cure for your condition?'

"...Oh. That..."

"Hey, I'm just curious, komrade."

"...Fine, well... I'll tell you my version of the truth. I'm scared to go back, Hans. I don't want to go back sometimes, and... Well... Don't tell my wife, but I want to stop eating people, stop being a beast with claws, fangs, fur... I just want to be normal. But I can't. Do you know why, comrade?" You take a sip of vodka for your rant.

"Erh, why?"

"Because I'm changed comrade! Hell, half of the time I look at a human, it's either in pity or hunger... I can barely remember myself being human now. It terrifies me to go back, and that's why, comrade."

"What about all your master race thing?"

"Lycanthropes are better, easily superior... I guess I'm a sucker for old things, comrade. I mean, as a human I wouldn't be able to get belly-rubbed or anything like that... Or scratched behind the ears... You know, later that will become the national greeting. If only so I can get more of them..."

"What's with you and belly rubs?"

"...Hitler apparently wanted dogs, and a lethal fighting force. And I was supposed to both be adorable and a lean mean killing machine."

"...Erh, right..."

"But yeah... I guess you can see why. I mean, I admit eating people is tasty, but I would like to settle down, I guess..."

Continued!

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You are Paxious Dromus, a Zabrak force sensitive in the Old Republic Era who has just passed his final test to become a Jedi Initiate at the Temple on Tython. Now you can formally begin your training within the Order and soon, be chosen by a Master or a Knight to be a Padawan to.

But right now, you’re more focused on the fact that Jorraan, who always looks as if he ate a Mandalorian for lunch, is pinned to the floor, his arm being twisted by none other than Ara, the spunky redhead you met after a swordfight with a Jedi Master.

“Say you’re sorry!” Ara says on top of him, with a knee on the small of his back.

“But this just proves my point! You are a warrior and would make a suitable maaaaaaay--”

His words are cut off as Ara twists his arm harder.

Nazz stands beside you, a mixture of bemusement and alarm painting her face. “Maybe we should eat lunch outside,” she says as she watches the spectacle.

What will you do?

> Go eat lunch with Nazz outside
> Tell Ara to stop
> Tell Jorraan he should know better
> Eat lunch with Jorraan, Ara, and Nazz once you break up this fight
>Write-in