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You are the Lego man shown in this picture. You wake up with no memory of who you are or where you are. You are also tied up in chains. What do you do?

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You are Purps. Amnesiac Starborn, blessed of Minerva, The Purple Firefly, Saviour of Grinnsmon and really fucking tired of Rono Pass.

You were doing your job pretty damn fine until some hunchbacked fuck decided that his "MAAAAASSSSSTEEEEERRRRRR" needed to be consigned to the family crypts. Now your flesh has been torn apart and you've been saved by some young guy who just radiates this cold fury Honamurei says you too have.

The beasts have yet again been cowed as he stands with both hands ready to click his fingers. A wide semicircle of wolfmen backing off slightly as the aplsha's heckles rise. Uncertainty has bought you time.

Your arms are a mess, your left arm wont move; something important must have been torn from the chunk of shoulder that was bitten free. You keep tasting blood when your lungs pull in air and you don't even want to assess the damage to your stomach.

> [DETERMINATION] Stand Up

> [GRATITUDE] Try to thank your saviour before closing your eyes and napping.

> Write-In

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Rolled 66 (1d100)

Nobody is sure how the end came, but they are sure as hell know of what came after it.

This is the post apocalypse, a world where your greatest dreams haunt you and your wildest nightmares will come true.

A world of men and mutants, of Artificial Intelligence and terrible monsters, of good and bad with everything in between, of previous sciences and greed taken to now old and but still perverse heights. Here the dead walk, the living fight, and the gods laugh all the harder. The Outsiders still want in as the barriers are weak, the alien smell the weakness of man, the cursed live on, Evil Scum move about unmolested while also in great number, and the blessed get to stay dead.

"So tell me traveler for what reason you are here? In this region of desolation? Most are generally smart enough to avoid the ruin."

Chooose one of the Following.
>Outcast
>Survivor of the New World
>Old World Remnant
>Pod Awoken
>Other?

Votes require to have dice attached in order to count. First to three usually decides what gets locked.

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Stage 139: Two niji in your hands is worth one in your bush?

For the first time in a long while you have some time to recover from the multiple disasters you call a life. Though your heart is still pounding from the proximity of the White Jade Ruyi of The God of Destruction, you are calm, balanced, centered, and most of all relaxed. You've taken your first moves against the enemy, sowing discord and mistrust (which admittedly was more caused by Oba-san acting as less of a leader to Clan Ryo and more using them to position herself to abandon them) as well as absconding with a very powerful oracle. Possibly, even probably Oba-san's personal oracle. You've also had an opportunity to find out that Oba-san is on borrowed time; the kamuy she has possessed is breaking free of her control.

Despite your recent blows to Clan Ryo, you have other enemies that merit concern. Clan Kaga is up to something, and it does not bode well for mainland Japan. You have a Kaga sorceress to interrogate later though so you're going to learn something. It might not be of any use, but you'll learn something at least! The more dangerous opponent is Taisho Ryoga and though him, Kumatori Hojo and his personal clan of Yakuza. He's been very quiet and not troublesome, which has worried you. Then there is His Most Loathsome Majesty, Enma-Oh, and the Eight Immortal Demons; you suspect their next move is not long in the coming.

Despite all that, for now, you have told – no, ordered! – your growing clan to not only not think about any of that, but to eat, drink, be merry, and have sex. Pretty straightforward told them that. Which was probably pretty rude, but to heaven with it, they need this just as much as you, because it might be a while before they can have anything resembling safe time to themselves for a while. In spite of your own orders you're now asking your niji-chan duo, Akari and Yui, to attend you in private, and you plan on putting your hands on their collars for thing, meaning it's business.

Except Kiki-hime seems to be playing games, because she has dressed them both up for you.

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Welcome to Tankies Quest, if you'd like to catch up on last week's session you can find the archives here: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Tankies%20Quest
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> 13th June, 1944
> Normandy, Villers-Bocage, Town Center
> 10:35

You sit on the lip of Caesar's turret, staring at the still burning Tiger as it smoulders away on the other side of the town square. Around you, the rest of your crew are strewn across the hull, clutching their mess cups of fresh brew or in Trooper Cartwright's case, trying not to spill his while a 4CLY medic bandages up his injured arm. Apparently the spall that hit him didn't go very deep at all, just slicing the skin really, not enough to get Ethan some time off the frontlines at least. Cromwells and Fireflies from the 4th's B and C Squadrons have been passing you intermittently, heading towards the Eastern edge of town; seems like scrapping that Tiger put the wind back in their sails at least. So far nobody's really bothered you or your lads, though a number have given nods, waves, salutes and even a couple cheers of acknowledgement.

"He's all patched up Major," The medic's declaration breaks your train of thought. He steps away from Ethan, dusting his hands and taking a moment to admire his work. "Won't even have to head back to the field hospital."

"Thanks Corporal, we'll head back to Le Mesnil in a moment then." You give the man a curt nod of thanks, before turning to your Co-driver "Hear that Cartwright, you don't even get a day off after being shot by a Tiger!"

"Damn, and there Jerry is getting at least a week!" He gestures in the direction of the burned out Tiger, triggering a wave of somewhat hysterical giggling from your crew. The medic looks at you all a bit strangely before jogging back over to the Western end of the square, where 4CLY's Medical Officer is setting up a temporary aid station next to his overturned lorry with the assistance of several other medics and soldiers.

The mad giggling is finally starting to die down when a Cromwell comes roaring back into the square, a man laid ontop of the turret and the dark stain of blood visible on the bedroll covering him. As it rolls to a halt near the aid station, several medics come rushing forward to help the stricken fellow off the tank onto a stretcher, while an officer, a Captain by the looks of it dismounts from the cupola and shares a few words with one of the medical orderlies before turning and striding towards you. He snaps off a salute, making you flinch, but you half heartedly return it and nod that he may speak.

(1/2)

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story so far: http://lom678.deviantart.com/gallery/56511548/ZeldaQuest

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evens count as attacks
dubs attacks 3 squares
trips instakills all connected tiles
quads instakills all squares of a color

taking the center square requires trips
taking the large corner squares requires dubs

revolution takes dubs
new color takes even dubs

almost anything goes.

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You are Prince Meirion auk Gwyrren, the only sane man in a royal family with dubious concepts of strategy, justice, taxation, and governance in general. You have made it your goal in life to keep your family on the throne and your head firmly attached to your body.

===============

Olwen sleeps nestled against you while you stare at the ceiling. You'd like to get up, but you want to let Olwen sleep a little longer.

The Olstren delegation arrived, presented you with a few chests full of gold, silver and jewels and then spent the rest of their time in Degfford drinking wine. Reagan recommended that you treat them coldly in case some of them were in Duke Ferrid's employ. It might convince him to attack you sooner.

Any such attack is a while away though. It's still a little to early to raise and army and Myrddin's spies haven't reported any such efforts, although food supplies are a little harder to come by. Duke Ferrid seems to be hoarding in preparation. That's a good sign for you plans.

The door creaks open and Eleri walks into your bedroom. She's wearing… not much.

"Good morning, your highness." She sits down on the edge of your bed. "I hope I didn't wake you."

"I was already awake, Eleri," you say. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"As a matter of fact, Delyth and I have been talking," she says. "We'd like you to start working on the city temple, especially if you plan on going to war."

"I can see why Delyth is interested," you say, "but what's your stake in this?"

"A temple is a centre of culture," Eleri says. "We can use it to establish a school, then move on from there. The temple itself might not mean much, but it's still important to the city's future. We would be very grateful if you could make it your next priority."

Eleri gets on all fours on top of you and you reach out to stroke her cheek.

"While your body is quite enticing," you say, "I've enjoyed your gratitude often enough in the past that one more time won't make much of a different. But since you asked, I'll deal with the temple."

"Oh, no, this is just because I heard from Princess Reagan that you were jealous of that Olstren knight," Eleri says. "I just wanted to assure you my interests were, unlike yours, quite exclusive. Then I got in the mood."

>"Sorry, I really do need to get to work."
>[Dilettante/d12] "In that case, let's affirm your interests."
>[Dilettante/d12] "I'm afraid I don't have the time. Perhaps Olwen would like to accompany you?"

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Aya, my little bird. The girl willing to give her blood to keep me alive, the girl who fed me after I had nearly starved myself to reach the Seireitei without delay. The girl who wasn't scared to approached me, the excited little girl who became a soul reaper and fights hollows because that's how she thinks she can do good in this life. Aya, the girl who's smile never fades, not matter if she's staring down a hungry hollow or just painting again. Her relentless energy makes me feel like I'm worn out and tired in comparison, whenever I fight beside her or even just talk to her. She's always so upbeat and chipper, Her smile and laughter as much a fact of life as the wind to me by this point. And she's sitting in front of me, tears staining her face, with a reddish purple bruise covering her swollen eye. Its closed shut so tightly not ever tears can move past it.

Seems like her first day was worse than mine was, and I fought two hollows before I came looking for her. I saw a district gripped by terror and fear,and somehow I feel more disgusted and enraged right now than I did as I walked through those Hollow stricken streets and fields. I grind my teeth as I hold my friend and blood sister in my arms, trying to think clearly through this fog of rage. My body feels distant from my thoughts, like its been cut from me somehow. I've felt like this before, when I walked from my family's home, away from my broken mother and hate filled father. This emptiness I feel, I hate it. But its different from when I was among the living, this time it is not borne of sorrow, but rather from my rage.

The rain falls beside us, the trees above us covering both of us and keeping us dry while we sit here, alone in the street. Its a good thing I haven't had to say anything to comfort her, because right now, I can't say anything kind, comforting or warm. Can I even say anything at all? I can't even open my lips, all I can do is hold my comrade and sister as close as I can.

And how could I do anything else? I don't know what else I can do besides make her feel safe like this.

Since one of her new "comrades" decided she was annoying, and according to Aya threw several insults her way, calling her a fool, an idiot who wasn't fit to be a soul reaper.

Before he gave her a black eye, and she ran off over here, looking for me.

A smart move, really. Of course I wouldn't just sit idly by after my sister got hurt for no good reason.

What do I do?
[] try to encourage/comfort Aya
[] Help her deal with the problem herself
[] Find who did it, challenge them to a duel
[] Go with Aya to report this to her captain
[] Tell yoruichi
[] Ask Aya for more details
[] Get some drinks with my sister, see if that helps
[] Report back to my division
[]Ask some of my other friends what they think I should do
[] write in

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"Welcome to Marbletown! America's Portal to the Unknown, and more!"

The billboard looming at the back of the parking lot, half-lit by dim lights struggling to stay alive, greets you as you stand amidst the foggy night on the cracking pavement.

The local bowling alley shines with neon, a beacon in the dark. A dark red truck sits nearby, the only vehicle in the lot. Farther away, a road appears from behind a treeline, running perpendicular to the lot, disappearing again into night on the other side.

>Go to the bowling alley
>Investigate the truck
>Investigate the billboard
>Walk to the road
>Check pockets

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Previous thread: [/red] http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/728220/ [/red]

Quick, you have to think up something, anything to get you of this! You managed to beat Agna once but only because you ambushed her when she was alone... You have no idea how many the men up are and some of them might be armed... You doubt that they'd be too happy to see a vampire casually chatting with one of the researcher on that project of theirs...
"Don't worry I have an idea; just get in the tub!"
The bathtub? Is she crazy? You don't have time to do this; they might go down anytime soon...


Before you have time to ask her why this would be in any way a good thing for you to do, she hollers at the team upstairs.
"Yes I'm here. Don't go down, I'll explain in just a sec'!"
She then climbs the stairs, leaving you alone but you can still her voice in your mind, urging to just get in the tub. Oh well, you don't really have a choice here, do you?
You start disrobing and just get in but you doubt anyone going down wouldn't notice you, it hard being inconspicuous in a bubble-bath. Through the plank of the floor, you hear Agna explaining what's going on.
"A man stumbled in there asking for help, he said bandits kidnapped him and tortured him... He's been hit pretty hard and should be left alone for now, he should be washing off by now... Oh and before you go and try to talk to him, I think he may have gotten sick from being detained, that's why I'd like you guys to keep your distances."
Uh, that's actually a pretty good explanation, you're surprised she managed to think that on the spot. The lass must have somewhat of a silver tongue...
She stumbles back in the room, wiping sweat of her brow.
"I think they trust me but you shouldn't stay here too long. Soon, they'll ask to see you and it'll only be a matter of time before you get found out.


You suppose there’s a joke somewhere to be made about the fact that she’s already seen you naked twice, especially after you’ve assaulted her, but you’d rather spare your humor for a more deserving moment.
“I guess that’s the best we’re gonna get for now but you’re right when you say the cover isn’t gonna hold for long. We need to find a way to get me out before they figure something isn’t right; and I reckon the best time to plan is now.”
“True” she acquiesces, before looking back to make sure nobody is coming. “So, what are our options?”


>“You could always say you’re escorting me to the nearest village so that I get treated. Once we’re outside, I’d just run away.”
>“I’ll just make smoke, pretend there’s a fire and get everyone outside. Then they’ll just think I was a maniac when I escape in the panic.”
>“Try distracting them while I sneak by, I’ll let you see how.”
>Something else [Write-in]

I'm sorry I wasn't able to run yesterday, due to family business. So instead I'll just also run tomorrow in addition to Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

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>>Previous threads

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Dragonball+quest

>>Information

This quest, as the title suggests, takes place in the world of Dragon Ball. You're playing as a twenty-two year old man named Tofoo, and will adventure through the story of the Dragonball series alongside characters such as Goku, Yamcha, Bulma, Tien, and many others. Through your actions, you can make significant changes to the story, and perhaps even become the strongest fighter on Earth.

>Rules

At the end of each update you'll have ten minutes to vote on options. Write-ins are allowed, but I do reserve the right to veto them.

In the event of a draw, the option to receive the next vote wins

Rolls will be used on certain occasions, such as attempting a technique for the first time or attempting something extremely difficult. You will have three rolls, and if one succeeds, you succeed. There are no crits.

Rolls are made AFTER an option wins, not during the voting process

I hope everyone has fun.

>>Current Saga

Freeza

>>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XhCn_q04qBk

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Hello! And welcome back to the one-and-only, accept no substitutes Magical Girl For Hire Quest!

You are Miranda Styles, a relatively unscrupulous magical girl currently working for Silver Eye Solutions, a umbrella corporation for magical girl mercenaries such as yourself, located in scenic The Intersection, a dimensional nowhere and everywhere where you rest, recuperate, live, and get details for your next job.

At the moment, you're ON your next job- with your friend Lorelei. You're playing exterminator (and possibly a few other things) for a Mr. Theodore Angus Cain, a rail tycoon in an old west full of monsters, and not so full of magic. Although it exists, you'll have to watch yourself. At the moment, you've just been left with your first orders- deal with a posse said to riding in by the evening known as the Red Eagles.

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“Let’s take a look at what firearms they might have first.” you suggest. “Considering the relative scarcity, they might be more of an advantage than we first thought if we can afford them. If need be, we can go by foot and camp out.”

“Egh, I hate walking,” Lorelei grouses, but other than that she starts walking to the gunsmith’s. “It’s always horrible on my clothes, no matter where I am. And it can be exhausting!” Oh, please. She’s not quite as…’tenured’ as you are, nor has quite as much physical endurance. But you know for certain she’s got enough to not ACTUALLY be complaining about a long walk being exhausting.

At any rate, you both walk into the store with a little ‘ding’ from the bell above- it’s a dusty place, relatively small. There’s only two rooms you can see- the one you’re in right now, and one that seems to lead to a backroom with a rear exit. And the gunsmith himself seems to be rather...bored. He’s a larger man- although a bit more round than tall, that seems to be a product of age more than sloth. Covering his face is a large, scruffy beard and a simple shirt, suspenders, and jeans on, alongside a wide-brimmed hat, shading wide eyes that scan you as you walk in. He’s got a number of guns behind the counter sitting on a rack- you can see hunting rifles and pistols, as well as shotguns.

cont.

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Super Spooky Edition

>This is a participation-driven, slice-of-life quest with bits of action and romance thrown in for spice. The protagonist, Jacky Richmond, is a recently-returned veteran with little to call his own now that he’s back home. His grandfather, Roger Richmond, has recently passed away due to illness and left the family home and farm to Jacky. Per the terms of Roger’s will, Jacky must inhabit and work on the farm for two years before he legally owns it.

>LAST TIME: Farming, festival talk, Shrine visits with bears, discovered the Main Quest, visits with Alice at your place and hers, bad news at the beach, and Jacky is once again a hero.

>Criticisms, cheers, complaints, ideas, and ramblings are always welcome; let’s have fun and enjoy the next two years together!
>Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Sunnyvale
>QM Twitter: https://twitter.com/mayor_qm
>Information Doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/19HRkBJ6pM5vTkP6extSSrP7dXtVkBm6WLSIEIl3VApM/edit?usp=sharing

[The last thread has been archived. Every vote good or bad is appreciated! Now let's have some fun!]

>>>>

>Evening, Tuesday Spring 3, Year 1

Jacky Richmond sits at the front porch of the Richmond family home, a place he can proudly call his own for at least the next two years. He watches the last soft rays of day dance over the fields, alight on the old tin roof of the shed, and spill over the old oak trees that dance to the south. He runs a hand over his face; the memories of the day spill through his mind like some wonderful flood.

Life is so much busier, colorful, and intense, now. His life is full - of people, places, things, hopes. There is so much to discover.

But that can wait until tomorrow. Today? Today, Jacky Richmond is done for now and ready for some well-deserved sleep after some well-deserved dinner. Everything else will come in time.

>>>>

>You are Jacky Richmond. You are a farmer, and you are tired - but that's because you had a full, fulfilling day.

Lying in your new bed, in your new room, that's an exercise in embracing the quiet peace of this new life. The stars provide a slight light through the nearby window, and your phone sits and charges against the wall while also emitting a faint light. Otherwise? It's just you and the silent dark. It's going to take a bit of getting used to - you've never been the biggest fan of silence since the war.

Your phone buzzes.

(Jacky!) Reads the text from your friend Chris. (HRU doing? Everything OK? RU a farmer yet? Cheers)

You holed up at Chris's place for part of your "lost" year and a half. He always tried to get you to a better place, but he never overtly complained about you drifting. He's a good guy.

A. Great. HBU?
B. Children of the Corn situation. Send help.
C. All the single women are crazy. Send help.
D. Still getting used to it.
E. I planted some turnips. Does that count?
F. Write-in

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You are a witch, have been for about a year now. You aren't really recognized as one though, as you actually lack the ability to cast spells. In order to remedy this you decided to go on a journey to find yourself a spellbook, but not just any spellbook, an ancient cool spellbook. Now after months of research and adventuring, you've found your spellbook. You find yourself face to face with The Tome of Quest.

While not quite as impressive as other great tomes (like the Tome of the All Seeing Eye, the Tome of the All Speaking Mouth, or the Tome of the Not Quite as All Seeing, but Still Fairly Far Seeing Eye) the Tome of Quest is said to hold dozens of spells and gift the wielder large amounts of magic power.

Up until this point you were surviving off a wand of prestidigitation, but sadly, you lost it on the climb up the mountain. You were warned of traps, but you haven't run into a single one. What a cakewalk.

ACTIONS: (Roll 1d100 for things marked by a *)
>Grab Book
>Check Inventory
>Check for Traps*
>Other (Write In)*