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You are Allen Starwind, a starship captain and veteran of the Great Interstellar War. Your starship is old, yet (mostly) reliable, and you must take on jobs in order to bring in enough cash to keep it flying. Last time, you went shopping, took on a passenger, and learned some interesting things about your ship. Good luck, and fair skies.
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“I’ll be sleeping,” you reply as you stand up from your chair. “I’m beat.”

“Right,” Tom replies. “I’ll hold down the fort while you get some shut-eye, sir.”

You give him a casual salute and exit the bridge. As soon as you get into your quarters, you throw your jacket onto your chair and remove your boots. Then you sit your holster, pistol still inside, onto the coffee table. After that, you remove your jeans and shirt, throwing a tank top on.

You climb into your bunk with a groan, barely avoiding hitting your bandages on your pillow as you collapse into a sleeping position. You roll onto your back and reach over to the light switch, turning the lights off. The stars outside of your port hole are bright, but the low light they cast is appreciated.

You grumble, allowing sleep to wash over you. And suddenly you find yourself back aboard the Abraxis.

You feel the ship shudder beneath you as the hull-breach alarm sounds. The smell of smoke and burned flesh fills your nostrils as you try unsuccessfully to push a pile of debris off of you. The Imperials must’ve resumed their attack. You struggle to breathe, feeling the weight of what you assume is a piece of wall pin you down. You cough as you try to breathe, inhaling smoke.

There is shouting, though it seems far-off and indistinct. You force your eyes open to see several people in orange jumpers run through the hallway, with medical personnel following close behind. They pass you, likely assuming you to be among the dead. You scan the hall as much as you can, but you fail to see Warwick anywhere. There are many bodies lining the hall, some in pieces. Though the lights are back on, they flicker dimly, most of the light is coming from the fires throughout the hallway. You close your eyes, feeling tired. Then, almost as if by the grace of some god of mercy, you feel the weight of the wall panel yanked off of you.

“Come on, sailor! We need to get you out of here!” You look up to see one of the damage control personnel holding out a hand to you. It takes a moment for your eyes to focus on them.

>It is a woman, about your age, with a rather nasty cut on her forehead and a grim expression to compliment it.
>It is a gruff man who looks far too old to still be in the Navy.
>It is a young guy, with a small scar on his chin and a cigarette hanging from his mouth.
>It is a motherly-looking woman with a prosthetic arm.
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>>784612
>It is a motherly-looking woman with a prosthetic arm.
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Rolled 2 (1d4)

>>784612
1. >It is a woman, about your age, with a rather nasty cut on her forehead and a grim expression to compliment it.
2. >It is a gruff man who looks far too old to still be in the Navy.
3. >It is a young guy, with a small scar on his chin and a cigarette hanging from his mouth.
4. >It is a motherly-looking woman with a prosthetic arm.

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You are Captain SAMANTHA WELLINGS, a newly minted captain of the Centauri Accord!

You're currently slinking your way out of the Sol System and making your way back to Eridani. You've already informed the relevant Accord authorities about that old and forgotten nanomachine lab on the Moon. Well, maybe Intelligence would be better equipped to investigate it.

In either case, once you get back-

"Captain." Lida speaks up from her station. "I'm picking up traffic on the local Eridani system patrol frequency."

"Really?" You raise an eyebrow. "What are they complaining about?"

"Looks like reports of pirate activity on the fringes of the system." Lida says. "They're requesting support."

"There's nobody else?" You frown.

"All of the other commanders are already out on assignment." Lida explains.

Damn, you were really hoping to get docked with the station and catch up with Frolaytia about quite a lot of matters.

"Well, Cap?" Amy asks, her hands on the controls. "We can always drop out a little early."

>We're still on our own mission, head for the station.
>I guess we can drop by and help out.
>Other
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>>795532
>>We're still on our own mission, head for the station.
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>>795532
>>I guess we can drop by and help out.
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>>795532
>>We're still on our own mission, head for the station.

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> Thursday, July 30th, 2015

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“Coffee?” Denise hands you a cup of coffee as you sleepily try to brush your hair. The other girls are all fine and ready, talking with each other, excited for today's practice even. But last night was an absolute killer. Ugh, you hate those nightmares about aliens. “You look unwell, Ellie. Should I schedule a sick day?”

You down the coffee and let it burn right down your throat and immediately reinvigorate you. “Nope! I'm fine!” You toss the cup away. “Just dandy! Didn't have a nightmare or anything.”

“You had a nightmare?” asks Stack.

“No!” you say.

“She had a nightmare,” says Winona. Goddamn it, Winona. They giggle a little at your expense.

“Oh, you poor thing!” Josephina is at least a bit sympathetic. “What was it about?”

“I did -not- have a nightmare!” you proclaim. “I just- I woke up in the middle of the night and I had trouble getting back to sleep. Okay?! Okay! We're good.” You look at Winona, who zips her lips. Mum's the word, you'll beat it into her if it comes to it. “Now if you excuse me, I gotta get to work.”

With that, you leave with Denise to her...

“Denise?” She looks back, putting on a helmet. “Where's your Kettenkrad?”

“Oh, unfortunately it's in the shop!” says Denise. “But don't worry! I have an alternate method of travel!” She quickly hurries away. Oh, like a car or a bi-



Lang steps into view as she sits on the carriage seat. She holds the reins, with the door into a pretty luxurious coach. She smiles, pointing her thumb into the coach. “Let's go!”

> “Fine. But your Kettenkrad better be ready tomorrow.”
> “On second thought, I'll take a cab.”
> “I think we'll just walk today, Denise. I need the exercise.”
> Other
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>>792920
>> “Fine. But your Kettenkrad better be ready tomorrow.”
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>>792920
> “Fine. But your Kettenkrad better be ready tomorrow.”
This is so not Ellie's speed it isn't funny. But we do need to try and get there on time...

How on earth did she get hold of a carriage anyways?
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>>792920
>“I think we'll just walk today, Denise. I need the exercise.”

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Four people have entered a dungeon in search for treasure. They're all from different universes.
Choose which one shall be lead to glory.
>[DORF]
>[HUMAN]
>[ELF]
>[BEAST]
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Human. Big hammers solve all problems.
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>>792022
>Beast
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>>792022
Beastkin lmao

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You are the young prince of the Lopta kingdom, a kingdom long plagued by its mistakes and dark history. While it will be quite some time before you can officially take up the mantle of king, you can't help but worry about the burden you'll have to bear once it happens. You've got your work cut out for you, but you've sworn to do your best no matter how much of an inevitable--as one of your faithful retainers put it--"goat fucking ass storm" you'll be dealing with. But let's put that on hold for a bit, shall we? First, there's some basic information we should go over.

What is your name?
Your weapon of choice?
What are your starting items?
Which classes do your two retainers have?
What do they look like?
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>>787190
Ian Loptha
Iron Sword
Voluntary, Voluntary
Mercenary and Archer.
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>>787246
Their appearances are... a mystery ooo spooky
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But no really I'm unsure about their appearances.

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Welcome to Dynamic Kid Quest! You are Miles Clyde, an enthusiastic super-boy who dreams of being a hero. Last time, you sparred with an adult; albeit a normal one, blew up a huge rock, and then took down a mobile tree!

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(Before beginning, a small announcement.)

(I've decided to go ahead and switch to the system I proposed in the last thread, in favor of expediting a number of processes. Don't worry, you retain all previously gained bonuses and skills.)

[Miles Skills]
<MUNDANE
>Martial Arts (3): 2 Dice (burst), 20 TN
>Pistols (2): 1 Dice (burst), 16 TN
>Gymnastics (3): 2 Dice (cumulative), 10 TN
>Stealth (1): 1 Dice (cumulative), 17 TN (x2 if enemy is alert)
>Pose (6): Reduces TN of other skills, enables taunting, increases effectiveness of collaborative skills

<SORCERY
>Shedding Cicada (AUTO): requires jacket and cape. If attacked in melee when rendered vulnerable by a bad Stealth result, jacket and cape will be shed to negate damage and you will displace nearby.
>Blast Novice (1): Adds 1 Dice and 34 TN to a mundane attack to apply Blast damage. GOOD or lower incurs recoil damage. May also be applied to Gymnastics to leap greater distances.
>Fire Novice (1): Adds 1 Dice and 34 TN to a mundane attack to apply Fire damage. Will accrue heat on self, but AVERAGE or lower worsens the effect. (Gained from Finn)
>Ice Novice (1): Adds 1 Dice and 34 TN to a mundane attack to apply Ice damage. Will cumulative frost on self no matter what, but AVERAGE or lower worsens the effect. May also be applied to Stealth to glide silently across the ground. (Gained from Isabel)

<DYNAMIC (5)
>Dirty Deeds: Costs 100 AP, 2 Dice (cumulative), 47 TN. Set a bomb; on GLANCING success enemies discover it.
>Break Missile: Costs 30 AP, 2 Dice (cumulative), 47 TN. A defensive skill that looses a small salvo of missiles to cancel out projectiles targeting self until the next turn. On GOOD success, the missiles will interrupt enemies instead of canceling shots. This effect is canceled if you are hit in melee.

<COLLABORATION PARTNERS
>Collette
>Finn
>George
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You spent a few hours hanging out with George, his sister, and Finn. It largely consisted of George and Mimi getting to know Finn a little more, due to not really knowing him, but you regaled them with some tales that included yourself too.

One of the tales was of the time you and Finn met; you were 7, and he had just turned 9. You had no grasp of your abilities back then; essentially a normal kid, but you saw him getting picked on by a larger bully. Finn was ignoring the hazing, but it made you angry beyond belief, and you had sucker-punched the bully, which had all the effect of a feather drifting against a brick wall.

Needless to say, you got your butt kicked, and Finn got hurt trying to stop the bully from hurting you. To this day, it baffles the two of you just how that bully whooped both of you at the same time. Your intentions aside, Finn was angry at you, and told you he didn't need a hero. Later on, you learned the bully was Moe.

You'd thought that was the last time you'd see Finn. But, a few weeks later, he stopped by your house, leading you to his place with little word, and just began teaching you things. How to hit, how to dodge, how to move with dexterity and agility, how not to be seen, and most importantly, how to pose.

You remember being worried he was going to have you dress like a girl too, but that was not the case. He did give you ideas on how to look like a "rogue-ish hero," hence the jacket and cape, while he always favored the "pop-icon" look.

You've never understood why, but you never really cared enough to ask.

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>The current time is 12:30 PM.
>You lost 50 AP in stagnation; current AP: 50!
>Your bruises have cleared up, but you still feel kinda sore in some spots; mainly your head and tailbone.

The tea Mimi served apparently promotes mental clarity and physical regeneration, but it made you a little drowsy too. Finn told you it was because you added too much sugar, but it was so bitter without it!

Regardless, you feel better than you did a few hours ago, and it seems like Finn and George are getting along. Not that it surprises you; both of them are nice enough, though there were plenty of times George just had no idea how to react to him.

Still, it's past noon, and you need to be somewhat productive, especially with thoughts of that gang in the back of your mind.

[Break's Over!]
>Go find Moe, see if you can get started on helping him turn over a new leaf.
>Get a ride to the city and...
>>...see if the constabulary needs assistance.
>>...visit the shooting range (-7 Coins).
>See what Eli is doing today.

[Team Roster]
>Go alone (chosen automatically if going to see Moe).
>Take Finn with you.
>Take George with you.
>Bring both!

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The Zone is a fledgling nightmare. The information leaked by the media as of late has brought plenty here, to the Exclusion Zone within the Ukraine. The swathe of immigrants and smugglers into Chernobyl has forced unease amid the State Security Service, which forced them to set up a checkpoint in the southern-most part of the Zone. There were still other ways in, but those were much harder to get in through.

The man you hired to smuggle you into the zone turned out to be newer to this than you had thought: he tried to get you in through the southern checkpoint. The few men stationed there accosted the two of you over the course of five hours: your guide was killed at nightfall, and you were thrown out of the checkpoint and into the Zone, with nothing but your empty bag and clothes on your back. The soldiers took just about everything from you—your meager food supply of canned meats, your knife, and your Rubles.

It wasn’t long until you remembered your destination, settling in the cold night—the Cordon, you supposed, had an encampment of fledgling immigrants to the Zone just ahead—though you were uncertain if you’d make it there without any protection. You eventually fell asleep along the roots of a deformed tree, though you were roused from your slumber by an encroaching military patrol.

With the cracks of gunfire, and rounds whizzing by, you broke from what was once admirable safety and began sprinting down the road.

With a thump, you stumbled onto your ass—you had run into someone. They seemed to have better luck than you did, catching themselves upon a wall—before they grasped your shoulder and hauled you into the dilapidated building behind themselves.

“What the f—” you started, but were hushed with a gloved hand over your mouth.

“Quiet down, man, they’ll hear you.” You fell quiet at their words. It took several moments for the patrol to double back and out of range.

It’s too dark to see them.

“New here, I take it?” he asks.

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You nod your head, and he stifles a chuckle, shaking his. “Welcome to the Zone, then, rookie.” He speaks boldly – adjusting superiority in supposedly any way he can.

He fishes something out of his pocket, and you stagger back to settle on the floor. The faint sounds of a sparkwheel shift through the night, before a fire lights from a Zippo lighter cradled in his right hand; a cigarette in his mouth.

“Do you smoke?” he asks, to which you don’t respond. “Quiet type, then.”

He’s clad from head to toe in a camoflauge reminiscent of ERDL, though it’s a bit off. It carries the shoulderboards that you had come to expect on military surplus from countries like Russia. It bares a hood, which seems to be good enough to conceal his identity. A trenchcoat is worn over this, and a bag over the trenchcoat. A VSS Vintorez is slung over his chest. Experienced-looking, to say the least.
“Tell me about yourself, if you don’t mind. Prefer to know why I shouldn’t just shoot you,” he seems to be trying to capitalize on the situation. You raise both hands; wrapped in woolen gloves.

“I’ll answer,” you plead – to which he nods his head. “Right.”

He asks a short series of questions.
> “What’s your name, Stalker? Or, what would you rather be called?”
> “Come here of your own volition?”
> “How old are you?—so I know if you’re just young and stupid to have come to the Zone.”
> “Any good with odd jobs?”

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>>794978
>Drag bodies

Anyways
>Shane
>Yes
>22
>What do you think? Of course I am
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>Boris
>No
>29
>"How odd is the job? "

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Cyra Kingsby
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"Alright sweetie" Mom said sweetly, kissing me on the cheek as I tried to scoot away from her "Just make sure you and your friend don't go to any of the bad parts of town, especially where that ultra gang has been hiding out, I've heard a lot of bad things about..."

"Mom!" I sigh heavily, pulling my dark blue hoodie over my ginger hair as mom frowns, almost pouting like a little kid "I'm not a kid anymore, besides I've fought a giant monster all ready, I don't think I need to worry about...a bunch of thugs"

"Oh I know" Mom says, pulling me into a hug as I frown "You're a big grown up super hero now, but mama's still going to worry about her little girl...don't stay out to late alright? Call me every other hour and"

"I know I know" I say, trying my best not to sound annoyed as I wiggle out of my mom's chubby and soft embrace "And I will, just, can you let me go now, I kind of can't go get my friend if you're crushing me"

"Oh I'm not crushing you, I'm squishing you" Mom says happily, grinning widely as I wiggle my way out of her arms "Aww, well stay safe and have fun with your friend sweetie, just call me if you wanna come home"

I nod, smiling as long as I can, as she blows kisses and drives off down the street. I slump forward and sigh the second she's gone. She's been real clingy and annoying since she found out Tommy was on that bus Sawblade attacked. I smirk, and walk up to the apartment block, lil bros been trying to act like the "heroes" who saved him. Its a little weird, knowing who he's trying to pretend to be, but its also really funny seeing him pretending to be an old woman as well. Kind of out weights the bizzarness of seeing him playing dress up in first place.

Alright, I stop and stare at the registry in the lobby, trying to figure out where Eve is staying...Adam Atom? Hmm, I think she talked about some guy called Adam when she was over at my house, glitching out and exploiting my games for fun. Well, he's the only adam on the screen soooo, its my best bet isn't it? I just really hope its him, I don't think I could deal with the embarrassment if he isn't.
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Eve Sparks
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"Someone's knocking on the door" Adam says bluntly from his room "Are any of you going to get it"

I glance at the door, shrug and go back to trying to redirect the excess power this plasma core produces. Did they really need to put a back up battery of ultra in this thing? Its like they were trying to make this poor thing overload and explode. So many poor design choices, its almost making me sick.

"Sorry Adam" Rasputin says softly, as he flips one of his knives around in the air, reading one of Adam's older comic books "I'm in the middle of something rather important"

Cont
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>>793771

"Get it yourself" Mimi grunts, sprawled out on the couch in a manner similar to a cat "I'm watching tv"

"Oh and you can't get it?" Adam asks angrily, as I look over my shoulder at my sister, her tentacles withering as she sits up slightly and snorts

"No can do, I just got perfectly comfortable" She says, pulling a few blankets over herself as she curls back up "And can you see who's at the door? that knocking is making it really hard to sleep"

"Lazy.." Adam grumbles as he walks out of his bedroom, looking tired and worn out. I watch him as he stomps over to the door, and peeks through the peephole "Who the hell is...do any of you know a ginger girl with braces"

"Oh" I say happily turning to do the door as I set one of my tools down "Cyra's here, I was wondering when she'd come over"

"Why does no one ever tell me about these things' Adam sighs as he walks away from the door "Come in, sorry about the mess"

I get off of the chair I was sitting in as the door swings open and my friend bounds in, smiling happily

"Hey Eve, sorry I'm a little late, mom acting all mama bear again" she sighs, shaking her head as I rub the back of my neck

"Well, she does have a pretty good reason to be overprotective, wouldn't you be if you were in the same situation?" I ask happily as Cyra grimaces

"Okay first off, Ew, don't want kids" She says holding up a finger "Second off, I wouldn't be so annoying about it if I was a mother, She's just so...clingy!"

"She's just worried about you" Rasputin chimes in "It may be a bit annoying but hey, love always is, is it not"

Cyra looks at my brother and shakes her head

"Well" Mimi yawns "maybe you should just run away if it bothers you so much, its not like she can catch you or anything"

"Pah, she'll go back to normal in a few days" Cyra says crossing her arms "Hopefully, so Eve, ready to get going?"

What do I do?
[] Go out with Cyra
[] Inquire about what we're going to do
[] Show her my plasma launcher
[] Bring Cyra along
[] Bring Rasputin on
[] Get excited and start talking about all the things we're going to do
[] Tell her I need a minute to fix up my plasma launcher 1d20+int
[] Offer to "Upgrade" her
[] write in
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>>793776
>[] Go out with Cyra
>[] Inquire about what we're going to do
>[] Show her my plasma launcher
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>>793776
>[] Go out with Cyra
>[] Inquire about what we're going to do
>[] Show her my plasma launcher
>[] Get excited and start talking about all the things we're going to do
>[] Offer to "Upgrade" her

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Greetings, oh wise ruler!
Fifteen years have you waited to sit upon your throne, but at long last the moment has dawned - the realm is yours to command.
There's one small matter, though - I don't seem to recall the first thing about your country. Could you tell me a bit about it?

>Roll 3d100 for government type, resource and military strength
>Roll 3d10 for population growth, population size, and wealth
>Stability starts at 10, apply modifiers as necessarry
>Describe the basic fluff of your realm; the ruler, the faith, maybe some simple history. Just the bare bones, the rest will develop through the quest.
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>>792057
Oh, and of course, milord: Where is our great state located?
>Choose a location, name and colour for the state. Just draw it on the map and I'll implement it.
>Pick a site and name for the capital
>Pick a site and name for two major cities
>pick a site and name for three forts
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Rolled 38, 74, 9 = 121 (3d100)

>>792057
govment
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Rolled 3, 12, 43 = 58 (3d100)

>>792057
Have some rolls to get you started, though I may not stay long.

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You sit back at the table, tired but awake, after the whirlwind that was the last hour and a half...

First Stella dragged you (and munchkin) off to say hello to some hunters. Then Pip and Derrick had you (and munchiin) chat with some soldiers for a while. Then the Spiders finally came down from the celing, so you (and munchkin) talked with them and some of the other refugees...

The consensus seems to be that you're well liked, which is good. If you keep this up, you'll have tons of friends in no time.

But now you're taking a minute to relax, and mess with the little bunny.

For some reason Munchkin thinks that when you rub your hands together, you're trying to clap but doing it wrong. So she grabs your hands and claps them for you.

...

You've been doing this for a solid ten minutes.

"No Honk, iss this way" Munchkin says, as she grabs your wrists and forces your hands to clap.
"This way?" You ask, as you rub your hands together.
"Nooooo!" She whines. "This way!"

"Having fun?" Ilica asks.
"Yes" You say. "Looks like things are winding down"
"Yeah, we're getting ready to head out as well" Ilica says. "If there's anything you wanna do, do it now"

>Snag some cake for Cheska

>Say goodbye to everyone that's still here

>Go find the Munchkin's parents

>Other
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>>788696
>Snag some cake for Cheska
Bad cop-good cop is the best strategy to get information. We are the good cop.

>Say goodbye to everyone that's still here
This too
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>>788696
>>Snag some cake for Cheska
>>Say goodbye to everyone that's still here
>>Go find the Munchkin's parents

And thus, did my favorite part of the week finally arrive.
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>>788696
>Snag some cake for Cheska
>Say goodbye to everyone that's still here

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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 were given what little information the BC has on human activity in the area. Turns out most of the "sightings" are just simple rumors or hearsay, save for a few with a little credibility. A possible sighting at the old factory and someone being attacked by something that could be human. Nothing concrete, but it's better than nothing.

You decided to have Ares go with patrol to the old factory in hopes that he'll be able to find some kind of evidence on the doctor's whereabouts there. It's a longshot, but your choices are limited.

You also met the small, flying drone, Nike, who works as courier for the BC. Together you had a little girls night with Aph and got a bit of a makeover, gaining a new dress and, better yet, new friends. You also learned that, for some reason, Nike has a little bit of a crush on your brother.

Welcome back to Pandora Quest!
>Twitter: https://twitter.com/AM_in_PM
>Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=pandora+quest
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You fidget in your seat somewhat, feeling a little badly about what you have to tell Nike. "Um...actually, I think he's into someone else...some girl named...Selene?"

"Oh..." Nike says, her tiny hands drooping somewhat, "I...okay...makes sense, she's really nice...I can see why..."

"Hey, you know, it's kinda one-sided." Aph says, trying to break the tension, "She pretty much treats him the same way she treats everyone. She's nice, but doesn't really go out of her way or anything, you know? Who knows, maybe...he'll get over her and you can swoop in and take your rightful place, right?" She tries an earnest smile, but you can tell she's not really sure what to say.

"No, it's alright...she's a good match for him." Nike says sadly, "She'd make him happy, I'm sure..."

Things are getting a little gloomy. What should you do?

>I'd rather he be with you than some nutty church girl
>You'll find someone else for sure
>Why do you even like him? He's an overbearing idiot.
>Aph, do you have someone like that?
>Other (write in)
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>>795736
>Why do you even like him? He's an overbearing idiot.
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>>795736
>Why do you even like him? He's an overbearing idiot.
M'lady

https://twitter.com/ThunderheadQM

Archive (First thread isn't there as it's on a different page. Find it by clicking "Pilot Quest" and scrolling down to July 2016. It's the first entry):
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Pilot%20Quest%201989,
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Sometimes, you really wondered what you had done in a past life to deserve your current luck.

Not that you were complaining, the past you must have been a saint or a hero to get such luck in his next life. After all, isn't it every man's dream to fly fighter jets and bed hot, foreign women?

Well, maybe a marine might not have the same ideal, but then again, what would you expect from someone stupid enough to join the marines?

In fact, you pitied those marines. They were packed like sardines in whatever barracks or huts they and been assigned, and from the looks of those you had seen patrolling around the base, they certainly weren't having fun. Meanwhile, you were flying some of the most advanced jets with the cute young ladies that you were privileged to call your squadmates.

Right now, you were laying in bed with a pair of your female squadmates. One of which was your trusty wingmate, meanwhile the other was a cute Russian that you had rescued from an ignoble death. You had just woke up after a nap, meanwhile your guests were still sleeping.

You could get up, there were a few nagging issues that you felt the need to deal with. However, rest with these lovely ladies was certainly appealing, even if having 3 people sharing a bed meant for a single person was rather... cramped.

>Get up and call your parents, they are probably worried sick about you.
>Get up and check up on yours and Svetlana's aircraft. You want to ensure that they are in working order.
>Get up and call Lauren, she's probably worried sick about you.
>Get up and call your old RIO, Ares. Make sure that the money from Lauren has gone through.
>Rest and take it easy. You've fucking earned it.
>Other (write in)
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>>788414
>>Get up and call your parents, they are probably worried sick about you.
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>>788414
>Get up and call your parents, they are probably worried sick about you.
It was so worth it even though Scorpion is probably going to scorpion us later.
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>>788414
>Get up and call your parents, they are probably worried sick about you.
>Get up and call Lauren, she's probably worried sick about you.
>Get up and call your old RIO, Ares. Make sure that the money from Lauren has gone through.
In order of priority.

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You accompany a man named Will.
He was revived by a unknown figure and sent on a mission to kill a man.
Problem: He woke up in a Grave on an unknown Island. Now it is on you to help him succeed.

First Part:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/771846/
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Short recap:

Will woke up in a grave, dug his way out of it. strolled around, took up the lampligther class, piled some boxes, talked to the trash keeper, spoke with the man at the toll booth, who was very rude and would not let him pass without a passport.
Ran into a troll and is now standing before a old abandoned cabin.

>>What does he do?
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>>793914
Gotta take a look inside the cabin, of course!
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>>793914
Fuck yeah
>>793922
this

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In the distant future of the year 1999, Humanity spread across the stars to explore the unexplorable, and conquer the unconquerable in order to sate its thirst for gold and glory. In this Golden Age of Exploration, thousands of planets became hubs of culture and plenty, but the countless worlds on the frontier of the Human Sphere have become lawless as only the central worlds obtain all the necessities for an orderly society.

The planet of New Arizona is one such place.

Thousands of settlers and those who’d seek their fortune only find an early grave as roving bands of cyborg bandits ride their terrible steeds across the sun blasted desert as they plunder the small settlements dotting the planet.

Yes, a terrible time for many. But sometimes, such conditions create a hero…. A hero who will bring justice to such lawless lands, and maybe make a humble fortune on the side.

And that hero is….

You wake up in a cold sweat as sunlight warmly kisses your face. Rising from your bed, you quickly get changed out of your bed clothes and prepare for the day.

Your name is Simon Steele, and you are on the path to revenge.

>Start Martial Arts practice
>Go outside and practice gunslinging
>Check the news
>Other
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>>792895
>>Go outside and practice gunslinging.
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>>792895
>Seek out some breakfast.
>Check the news
It's the most important meal of the day, after all. Combat training on an empty stomach doesn't sound too appealing. We can probably check the news while eating, too.
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>>792915
Definitely agree! You gotta indulge yourself in the few pleasures you can get your hands on out here!

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Previously:
>>734225

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xcbCPM3u5RM

=Act Phase=
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=Act Phase=
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Please note the following corrections:

1. Velen is a ghoul and hence immune to leeches. Velen is at 1 HP currently.

2. An Overwatched Polarize targetting a Dilated Cleanse led to the casting of STIGMATIZE last floor phase. Any creature with a purple star adjacent to their Leeches debuff cannot be Cleansed to remove the Leeches.
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>>783586
The chest that Trigger picked up wasn't removed from the map or even moved at all. Does trigger have it in his bag?

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