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You wake up to rough hands yanking you out of your seat. Bleary eyed and confused you get shoved into line, you rub your eyes and your stomach drops.

The inside of a prison bus, you had hoped this was only a bad dream but no such luck. The large man who had yanked you out of the seat stands behind you now.

"You trying to get us all in trouble before we even get inside. Get your shit together." He hisses as he gives you a shove and the line continues.

You step off the bus and look around, the air teemed with aggresion in both temperature and ambience. You're led through the massive gates and down a cracked asphalt path, looking arouns you see faces pressed to windows watching the newest additions to Lee Grant Correctional Facility shuffle in. A few in the yard press against the fence hooting ang hollering at the group.

You are all led to an air conditioned building where you're uncuffed and out into a large cell.

"You'll all wait for your turn here for one final search and then assignment of your number and cell block. Anyone have any questions direct them to our guest service manager here, Officer McCallum."

An officer with bright red hair and a neat goatee steps forward smiling and waving.

"Anything I can get for anyone? Orange juice? Champagne? Maybe a cold beer?" He asks

The large man who pulled you from your seat speaks up.

"Yeah, maybe you can get me a good whiskey. Make it a neat double." He says

"Glad we have a volunteer for the cavity search first, step on into the office jumbo." McCallum says.

He grumbles and lumbers away with three guards into a side room hidden by stained glass. McCallum shuts the gate and locks it turning with his arms crossed. You sit in the dull grey cell and think about how the hell you ended up here. As you think a skinny latino man leans in and nudges you. You give him a glance and he drops the classic line.

>"What are you in for?"
>Name Selection

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Chaos. Chaos is the only way to describe what's happening around me. I...I can't quite tell what's going on, the booms and bangs make hearing anything nearly impossible, and the explosions they're coming from make much more than simple noise. Dust, splinters of stone and wood fill the air in a rain of devastation. The howling, barking and roaring, guttural hisses of the werewolves join in on the mess. I seem to have been lifted off the ground and thrown up into the air but I don't remember ever leaving it. Turning back around, twisting my body towards the ground I spread my wings, gliding back to the small forest of spears I made. The terrified whimpers and cries and please for help of all the captive men, women and children echo through the air. There's a dead silence, as all my enemies pause trying to understand what's going on. I struggle to breath, my heart beating so fast I almost though it stop. My head is filled with clouds, and a pleasant yet burning warmth flows through me as a goofy smile creeps over my lips.

Ya know, that was actually quite....exciting, stimulating...fun. Don't tell me its over already, I was having a good time just now. Wait, I'm still need to punish these maneating bastards! What the hell was all that just now anyways? Pushing my singed wings down, I call my spear back to me, as the wolves all form up into two "balls" one glaring at me, their muscles stretching or tearing as they get ready to rush me or pounce, and the other forms a wall between the former and all the world shaking explosions. Bones begin to crack, and I laugh despite myself, clapping my upper hands as the tension in the air becomes thick enough to feel.

Oh, seems like all of that was a show, most everything is still in one piece in this camp. In fact the only thing missing is their pile of discarded body parts and other meat I can't identify from a simple glance.

Wonder who gave me such an exciting show. Ah well, no time to worry about that. If I don't get ready I'm going to become a chew toy! and not in the way I enjoy. And then I won't be able to make them all pay for what they've done.

Unfurling my wings, I get ready to let my magic flow.

Then I feel a sting at the back of my head. Hissing, I turn and can barely make out a pillar of glowing, holy light through the forest. Oh its that old bastard....fantastic.

What do I do?
[] Face the wolves, and show them why not to piss off a mother
[] Rush the priest
[] fly to Iris out of habit
[] Try and find who made all those explosions 1d20+agility
[]....Hey, you know there's someone who wants to kill ALL of us coming here right? can we stop fighting for a bit? 1d20+guile
[] Erect a wall between me an the wolves 1d20+pot
[] Let my magic go wild 1d20+pot
[] write in

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>Whats up guys. I have an idea for a quest that im thinking of running sometime in the near future.

A alternate history, extended WW1 quest where technology has stagnated and trench warfare has become the norm. Mechs, Bipedal walkers, Spider tanks and massive war machines dominate the battlefields, supported by thousands of soldiers and tanks. The skies swarm with Zeppelins and dueling planes, the seas filled with mighty fleets of steel and smoke.

The German Empire has dominated mainland Europe, controlling everything from the Netherlands to Greece, Russia to france. The iron boot of the Reich cannot be denied.

The British Empire sits proud on the back of a thousand colonial nations. Conscripts and resources from all corners of the globe flow to the battlefields of Europe and Africa.

The 57 American states stand together under the watchful eye of President for Life Walter Schoosley. Factory cities smoke day and night, outfitting the Vast fleets and Flotillas of Airships that carry the endless armies of the Republic to war.

The Russian Federation hold their freezing wasteland without pity or fear. Fanatical soldiers die by the thousands, the guns of their officers turned on them at will. Ramshackle equipment and hand-down-weapons do not mitigate the threat they pose.

The Ottoman empire hold their crumbling territory resolutely. The warriors of the desert and mountains strike like hawks before fading back into hiding.

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It's been another day of straight traveling since you woke up from your rather nice sleep next to Sierra.

You're currently alone in camp because Sierra and Goo Hwi are making a trip to another nearby town to grab more supplies and check to make sure you're going the right way.

So, you find yourself with some free time on your hands.
> Start working on the Gauntlet you bought.
> Inventory Check
> Walk around
> Other

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Welcome to Rainbow Tribes
In this game you will take control of a tribe and along with the other players of your tribe, you will develop culturally, technologically, and historically in order to progress and prosper.

Rules
> Each turn is 2 weeks
> Each turn you can do 5 things. Actions, Research, Trade, Diplomacy & WAR.
> Each turn you are limited to 1 research, 3 actions, 1 trade, 1 diplomacy & 1 war.
>If infrastructure is built you may do more of each (e.g. university, military barracks, embassy etc)
> To avoid salt from other races, turns must be feasible and believable considering the situation and knowledge of the race at the time ("Done IC"). Being specific in turns are also preferred as it reduces salt & helps writing
> WAR MUST be declared the turn before any war action happens, once war is declared, an attack may happen at any point until PEACE is declared
>No Secret turns
> You MUST be in discord to play

To clarify what the types of moves entail:
-Actions (Literally doing things, building, traveling, gathering).
- Research (Developing new Ideas & techs, Upgrading/changing old ideas & techs)
- Trade (Exchanging 1 thing for another
- Diplomacy (Making deals with other tribes/NPCs)
- War (Moves aimed at destroying another faction.)

>If a turn is viewed as particularly creative or well thought out, it will be given the INNOVATIVE or PLANNED bonus. Giving +10 to it's roll or a bonus effect. Both simultaneously may be given the INGENIOUS bonus of +25 on rolls & maybe a bonus effect.

Last time we began our journey. Reds became rat people and had infighting. They split into Scarlet and Maroon tribes, they have both moved into the war torn mountains. Greens began exploring far and wide, discovering many tribes and became best friends with pinks.
Blues moved their civilization across the swamp and over to the Western volcano island, and becoming akin to gods to the goblin tribes.
Oranges made penis money, raped plenty of things, and have colonized almost all of the home isles.

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You are the former United States Navy warship USS HOEL, now returned as a shipgirl and ready to kick Abyssal ass!

Things were starting to look a bit dire now. Pressed by Abyssal forces to the north and south, you've made the call for your small but powerful squadron to engage the masses of light Abyssal units coming up from the Bering Strait. It was mostly a large horde of smaller destroyers and light cruisers, smaller ships that would be easy picking for the trio of battleships sailing with you, but the main issue was going to be that DD Princess leading the charge.

Annoying bitch was always causing problems for you.

Maybe a barrage of 16 inch gunfire would cut her down to even smaller size. Then again, that firepower could equally be used to thin out the horde behind her...

>Tell the battleships to focus their firepower on the DD Princess.
>Tell the battleships to hold back the small fry.
>Other

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Sunset in Louisiana, probably the last you'll ever see. The boat chugs along through the bayou, as you watch the wake and gnarled trees covered in hanging moss go by. Anything to take your mind of the pain, and the dread.

"This'n oughta do it. Put 'er through there, water looks deep'nuff."

That's the problem when you get in deep with the wrong people, and when you get in this deep... well, they make you disappear. You'd expected a bullet in the head, but it you found out the hard way that Begi favors himself a bit of a Mafia sort. Concrete shoes it seems is your fate, though a tad cheaper; cinder blocks and rope. Hopefully drowning isn't a bad way to go, but in these waters...

"Any last words then Travis?"

Ruben undoes the gag and slaps you a little to see if you're lucid, asking the morbid question while the others start fixing you up with the rope. It seems they'll be kind enough to tie your arms and legs together so you won't be stuck thrashing.

>An open-ended, written quest. Continuation of a previous story, some things similar, some things different...

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Hello all! Welcome back to Anime Delinquent Quest!

When we last left off, Nakai Youma met up with Takashi Kazuma, son of Kei Kazuma the Yakuza Boss who owes you favors. Takashi introduced you to his dog, Russ, and then got rid of some poisonous mist.

The act tired him out, so you brought him home with you. There, you finally succumbed to your excretions, but not without a fight. You ended up staying in bed for a while and told Takashi he could come by whenever he and his sister wanted.

Unfortunately, Chie, your rival, had showed up to make sure you got to class once you were better, but you were able to insult her and get her to leave your room. Then your mother came back, and she told you the name of your father.

Once you started feeling better, you went back to school while Chie followed along. After a brief meeting with Shiro, another member of the Disciplinary Committee, you went to PE Class, which unfortunately Chie had to.

When you made it there your teacher, Kakuzo Ukiyo, busted your balls and planned to have you fight the entire class in a game of dodgeball. You were able to convince him to fight you one-on-one instead.

You didn't win the fight, but were able to survive for long enough that Kakuzo let you off the hook. After doing some endurance training (where you found out your body is now...harder for some reason), your best friend, Hisato showed up and asked you to hide him from his sister. You did, and then he pulled out some kind of fist contraption that he said was for study.

Now, back to the show!

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Stage 162: Turnabout is mostly just turnabout.

You enjoy teasing your loved ones. You appreciate them teasing you. But you have finally come to the point on your date where teasing becomes something more. And yet, you have the urge to push just a little bit, to test the boundaries.

It's an understandable urge, of course – you're the dominant one in most of the relations you have with your loved ones. Er Yin, on the other hand, is purely dominant in most situations where kissing is involved. She's very good at giving you kisses (though Kiki-hime is also good at confusing that particular issue to an extent). Kiku-chan is looking at you from across the room, her head tilted ever so slightly, her golden eyes watching your every move. You can see this in the reflection of the wall sized mirror facing the bed where Er Yin currently sits, legs crossed, tail swaying along the bed slowly, one hand on her thigh and the other on the bed.

Er Yin has just given you what is essentially an order after you made her an offer. The offer was basic enough – to help her undress. She not only refused, she explained that you would be undressing, bathing, and then spanking Kiku-chan. The issue is, of course, that she made it into a 'do this or else' situation. When you further questioned her, she told you to 'come here' and you asked her 'or what'. That particular 'or else' was something you're having a difficult time pondering the actual results of because it consisted of her having Kiku-chan make you approach Er Yin.

While typically you're perfectly fine playing nice in the bedroom....well, this time you wanted to see what might happen. What has happened is....she threatened you with Kiku-chan. Now, you are perfectly aware that Kiku-chan has a few decades of training and experience on you, but only that much, not the two-hundred and more that she used to. At the same time, both she and Er Yin know this. Kiku-chan's element being Fire means she's weaker in a purely elemental nature....but this isn't simply nature versus nature. This is also a matter of training and dedication, as well as skill.

Of course, you could capitulate and simply go over to Er yin. You haven't really got much of an idea of what she intends (and using Water Eyes, while it might be effective, could be a kind of cheat in this little game). Not that you don't cheat, of course! On the other hand, Er yin is no less skilled, and might be even older than you and Kiku-chan.

…..

Come to think of it, you haven't any idea how old she is.

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War, war never changes.

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You are the Courier. From the northern reaches of Oregon, to the blasted waste of Montanna, to the eastern reaches of Utah, and the south of California, all have felt the touch of your feet. But now you call home a new nation and a new people beneath the shadow of BigMT. The Pheonix Commonwealth of America, of which you are its Executor. More projects and feats of strength and science are completed in your nations name, and new discoveries and allies. And also new betrayals and the growing strength of enemies as you continue your bid to lead your people to supremacy, in a world of other great peoples and empires.

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Previously, Aisha was married, got her baby snatched mere hours after it was born, and went to get it back.
Along the way, magic nukes were dropped and reality was fucked up within the fortress the Order was attacking. It's one G-Man visit away from being a multiversal scandal.

Currently, Aisha is staring down her traitor brother.

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It is a beautiful day outside, punctated by the laughter of girls trying to hide loss. Alice and Trisha stand opposite each other firing magic at each other in a flashy exchange under the wary gazes of Lexington and Switchwick.

You're sure Lexington is there to stop any magic shenanigans, but due his rather lax views on discipline; it makes sense for Switchwick to be there to make sure things stay "on script"

You have never heard of a musical in which lightning and fire battling is necesarry for the finale. According to what Velth murmured to you and Pina, this is a play of her own design. Alice playing a prince and Trisha his sister.

After detailing the parts, you wondered if she was trying to make a joke by making Alice the grizzled redemption seeking anti hero and the bubbly ever excitable Trisha the stone cold sociopathic princess killer.

The fact she came to you for advice about the role should have been no surprise.

The fact her logic was so obviously correct, stings a little.

"What are you going to do once you're gone Purps?" Velth surprises you an Pina by breaking the silence around the small campfire, you honestly thought she'd write for the rest of the day.

"I'm going to the academy. Luc and Honamurei too." You say simply, making eye contact even though the girl is clearly blind.

"That sounds wonderful." Pina chimes in.

"I don't like Honamurei. She's loud." Velth complains in her weird nasally matter of fact way. Pina is ready to jump in and cover for her friend's social faux pas but you just shrug.

"Makes sense." Reaching out to the campfire harmlessly, you light up a cigarette and puff, "You are like super sensitive to sound, I thought it was a mental thing at first."

"Not retarded. Bat." She asserts, handing her musical score to Pina so she can check something. It's hilarious watching Velth tilt her head almost as if-

"You can listen to her heartbeat can't you." The thought strikes you aloud as Velth nods.

"I didn't know you were part bat Velth."

"You never asked."

Pina began gushing over Velth and she beamed like a proud child. You took this as your cue to decide what to do today.

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Commander Alana Tyrna's star destroyer division is in orbit high above Imperial Center, reduced in strength while they wait for a fresh Star Destroyer and its escorts from the Kuat Drive Yards to arrive. Once rendezvoused, they will proceed to Corellia and the fleet assembling there.

Meanwhile, a lone luxury shuttle rises from Coruscant under a tie fighter escort, headed straight for Retribution . . .

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Heavy.
There's something very heavy resting against you.

You can feel it move off of you, but you still feel burdened somehow. It's almost like there's still something pressing against your chest in your sleep.

Oh damn it, did you stay at the castle last night? You thought you told Atsuko to kindly carry your unconscious ass back to the shrine so you could recharge just a little before the battle.

You are Jack Albator, and you have a big day today! First, you have to unite the kingdoms and bring together the greatest fighters in all the land. Then, you have to defeat the previous greatest fighter in all the land despite a clear difference in experience, power, and strength.
Yar, you've had worse. You're not worried about this one bit. You totally did not have more than one fever dream last night about a granite giant stepping on you like a bug.

Gently, your eyes open to meet the burden upon your chest.
Oh, whew. It's just Keiko. The green-haired fox-girl is hugging you while she sleeps. So Atsuko did bring you back to the demon-hunter shrine, after all.

The tiny green-haired girl is easy to displace, and you quietly stand up. You throw your coat on, and are ready to face the world.

Or at least, face the coming hangover that you're sure to have.
You open the shrine's door, and quietly step outside as to not disturb Keiko.

Outside, Atsuko is performing her morning rituals. She lights a small candle at each end of the shrine, and seems to not even notice that you're awake.

Someone else, on the other hand, notices you roused from your sleep. Madeleine, the good snake-doctor, quickly notices your presence and slithers in your direction.

"Morning, Sunshine." She smiles.
"Mornin' Madeleine. How ye doin'?"

"Probably better than Atsuko, she says you stink of beer and it kept her awake." Madeleine laughs.

"How much did aye drink last night, anyway?"
"Twice as much as Tuile." Madeleine keeps laughing, "I'm amazed you didn't notice! I think you were keeping track of how much you were drinking by the empty mugs in front of you, but you didn't notice the maid taking them away every now and then. So you just kept drinking! I have no clue how to stayed awake as long as you did."

Oh.
That explains why you felt a bit less alcohol-tolerant than you remember being last night.

"How much time aye got before the battle?"
"Three, maybe four hours."

>Alright, aye'm up n ready fer the day.
>Let's eat, first.
>Nope, right to the castle, ye want to get prepared.
>Any suggestions for this morning, Madeleine?
>Other?