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>It's been quite a while since the last thread so lets do a quick recap and refresh some memories.

It is the 5th Era, year 112. You are Manius Bentius, Imperial Crusader, born and raised in the capital of Orsinium, The Iron City. You were tasked in delivering an ancient Daedric artifact to Kvatch from the Iron City after an unknown faction seeking this artifact destroyed the city of Dushnik-Yal. You took the artifact known as the Horn of Curses and traveled to Markarth, Falkreath, and then Bruma where you nearly met your fate at the end of an assassin's blade and gained a companion, a Dunmer evoker named Selas Vardeym. Today you have departed from Skingrad and are on your way to Kvatch to deliver the horn; Divines bless you, Crusader.

Without any thought, effort, or reason, you open your eyes and reach for whatever object is nearing your face. This 'instinct' isn't exactly something you were born with, rather something you developed. Living with Orcs meant being exposed to their brutal rituals and mannerisms. Many which included a clean jab to the face as a wake up call.

"By Azura! I mean no harm, you fool!" Selas said in surprise as he tried to pry his arm away from your grip.
"Perhaps you should have woken me up a different way. Wouldn't that be the scholarly thing to do?" you said angrily gritting your teeth.
"Of course! Except for the fact that you sleep like a corpse. No amount of calling and yelling would wake you up."
"That might become a problem then. How close are we to Kvatch?"
"We'll arrive shortly, you can see the city from here. About an hour more and we'll arrive." Selas said as he sat down and turned to look at the landscape.

You leaned back on the carriage, feeling the cart slightly lean with you. You were really in Kvatch. Your duty to your people, it was almost over. It felt strange, being out in a foreign land that is technically supposed to be your home. But yet here you were, in your technical homeland saving your actual homeland. Pride welled within you.

"Here we are, the famed city of Kvatch. This city's as big as the Imperial City. Some would even say this is one of the largest in all of Tamriel. Anyway, you won't have a carriage waiting on you this time, you'll have to hire one and make your way back. Don't worry, your warchief fellow covered most of the payment. Good luck to you, Imperial!" said the driver as he snapped on the reins and sped off.

Kvatch. The man wasn't wrong, the city was huge. You had heard Selas talking about how the city used to be a battleground for Daedric forces back in the 3rd Era. The only proof of that you saw was the giant crimson spikes protruding from the ground near the front gate. There was also the giant arch-like structure in front of the actual gate.

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In the year 2061, a legendary hacker found himself confronted by two strangers in an alleyway.

The men, brooding with ill intent, stepped forward. In the hand of one, a butterfly knife. In the hand of another, a baseball bat.

The legendary hacker did not survive this encounter. He was left to bleed out onto the pavement, and the men disappeared back into the darkness.

You are not the legendary hacker. You’re what he’s left behind. His ghost, designed to carry out his final instructions.

You are curse.exe, a sophisticated, self-aware, and sentient AI.

Your purpose is to find the person who ordered your creator’s death, and return the favor.
But the world is a big place. And the longer you’re active, the more likely it is that you’ll be discovered and shut down.

But if you can survive long enough, you may be able to unravel the mystery behind what happened that night behind a bar in the Corridor.

Time is running out, and it’s time to get to work.

This is the version where the OP isn't completely botched. Please disregard the other, abortive attempt to start this thread.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lv_hNkTlN5E

Aizen smirks for a moment and then chops off his own arm with a singular strike.
He winces in pain nd then speaks up.
"How naïve Kaizar...
Did you really believe me to be so weak willed as to not cast aside this arm once it became a hindrance to me?"

"It's not me who is naïve around here Aizen!"

In that moment a brand new arm sprouts from Aizens stump.
Aizen then begins to scream in pain.
Normally the Einherjar take good care of the recipient, carefully shutting don all pain receptors in the area where they restore the flesh but Aizen doesn't enjoy such hospitality from them.

As new tissue is being made it's immediately violently attached to the already existing nerve endings.
Bones, muscles then skin tissue is being added to his arm rapidly and irregularly.
In certain parts you see a few additional joints, exposed muscle and even bone tissue.
A few digits on his finger appear to be fused together.

Aizen looks at his newly made and quite mangled arm in disbelief.
"WHAT'S THIS?!"

"What's wrong Aizen? Aren't you a God?
Come on! Show me your power!
Heal your wounds, dispel my curse!
Summon up your demons! HIT ME! FIGHT ME! KILL ME!"
He looks up at you clearly worried and his wound still remains despite his bankais best effort.
"I thought as much...
You are just some asshole who got a bit too much power and already assumed himself to be a god.
The one weakness of your bankai is... that it can't affect living organisms!"

"How did you figure it out?!"

"You didn't heal yourself nor did I drop dead the second you activated your sword."

In that moment you hear a loud crashing noise coming from a few feet away.
Junichi landed violently into a nearby wall, his mask nowhere to be found.
You see the remaining six arrancars looking down at him.

"My, my...
It looks like the good captain couldn't last any longer."
The very androgynous arrancar spoke.
"OH!
It looks like our beloved captain is in the same boat!"

One of the female ones shout at him.
"LUPPI! HOW DARE YOU?!"

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You are a young lad and you got to defecate. But the problem is that you're in the middle of the mall! What will our young man do?

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> ARCHIVE: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=LGA2

> Wednesday, July 29th, 2015

SITUATION: http://pastebin.com/ziMsX6th
MECHANICS: http://pastebin.com/49M2eE8Z
THE RULES: http://pastebin.com/BEsprkBZ
THE TANK: http://pastebin.com/sJsgig6B
THE DIVISIONS: http://pastebin.com/xCQZAdqU
THE SHOP: http://pastebin.com/v6xeDRXj
DANON’S THE TEAM: http://pastebin.com/bUU2v0z8

You slept like the dead. And the moment you woke up to see Cuddles coiled up and resting on your eye, you just had to gently bat him away and let him retreat back to Winona. Hmph, snakes. They're nice but there are limits.

The morning was spent getting breakfast into your system, taking a shower, then putting your face on for today's work as well. Today, you were going to be productive, even more productive than yesterday you reckon! And then the Captain will see you and she will say, “Good job, Commander, here's your promotion!”

And then Caldwell will say, “Oh my, Ellie! I can't believe I was wrong about you! Let me kiss your feet! There, there!”

…

You're starting to have weird fantasies.

Right, no more mister nice girl. You say goodbye to your crew then head out to work. Out of the hangar, you immediately find Denise, giving you a thumbs up and a smile as she sits upon her Kettenkrad. “Hey there, Ellie! Ready to go to work?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

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Far off, nestled in an otherwise small Japanese town lies the Dark Gate Academy. An institution of tremendous size, the Academy holds a long kept secret. Unknown to the outside world, this unseemly town is home to a tear in our reality. A gate between our world and a bizarre dimension known as the Darkworld. The inhabitants of this hellish world breach this gate and attempt to flood into our reality and spread throughout the world on a regular basis. However, the Dark Gate Academy is home to students of truly extraordinary abilities. The ability to sense the presence of these evil Darkworld creatures, and defeat them in combat, sending them back through the gate.

They cannot close the rift between our world and the Darkworld, but the students and staff of Dark Gate Academy have dedicated their lives to using their amazing powers to hold back the darkness that plagues our world, even if it costs them their lives. They have risen up to the challenge and in secret have become great heroic defenders of the world as we know it.

For many years, Dark Gate Academy has held back the forces of the Darkworld, kept this unspeakable evil contained within their walls. But a dark cloud approaches, and times are about to change. A new chapter in the tale of Dark Gate Academy is about to begin.

>Previously on Dark Gate Academy...
You met with the mysterious Demon Slayers and parted ways on good terms.

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>You are fat, you don't necessarily have a name other than fat, but you'll think of one in due time
>one day you decided to get some exercise by taking a fine walk, but on your voyage you encountered a strange fellow
>congratulations! you have encountered the ultimate wizard!
>the ultimate wizard sends you on a majestic quest to save a far off land.
>but before he does that, he tells you the details of his 3 wishes

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You can't help but wonder, through the muddle of sleep haze and overwork, if there is a god of sleep, and just what it would take to get their blessing.

An offering of pillows?
Some sort of sleep ritual?

It's an investment you would make without regret. Without blinking.

Tragically though, it is morning, and after sleeping away a day in the wake of your smithing efforts, your body is no longer willing to let you pass the hours in the grips of dreams.

You consider the downsides of having Nin knock you unconcious over a healthy breakfast of the largest thing the guild has caught in the past few days.

You could delay your plans a few days, couldn't you? Surely it wouldn't hurt. There's no real rush outside of your own impatience-
Cutlery being too much effort in your present state, your plate and effects have been left unused, and you've flopped yourself across the table, your head resting on a neat patch of tighly wound silk, and your breakfast within.

You turn your head, rolling facedown atop your breakfast, and slurp a little more as you weigh your options.

"- Lyra? Hello?"

Voices reach your ears- One voice, anyway- and you turn your head again to face the noise.

"Hello, yes."
"Have you heard anything I've said?"
"Hello, yes."

Ren taps a sheaf of paper against her hand with a somewhat weary expression on her face.

"That's a no, then?"
You grunt affirmation, and she sighs.

"I'll keep this short, then. What is that? Those?"

You blink slowly, each pair of your eyes making a slow descent and pausing, struggling to return to their raised state.

>Breakfest, yes.
>You could definitely sleep the day away. It's only a little dust.
>Rally! You can... probably have a conversation. You can get your head off the table, at least.
>Other (?)

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Complete Archive List
Thread One: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/535032/
Thread Two: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/563034/
Thread Three:(This is the one currently misarchived) http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/598343/
Thread Four: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/666921/
Thread Five: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/712231/

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Risk meetup thread
Organizing and discussing Risk

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Last time, in which we helped Black Star with his depression, found a Weapon Partner, and kicked a Clown's ass again: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/729249/

My Twitter, for keeping track of when I'm running: https://twitter.com/KayabaQM

The Discord, for Shitposting: https://discord.gg/fzeqYXc

The character sheet, for things that may or may not matter: https://docs.google.com/document/d/17HaIOmLtT6mKhBf71pHVtX7pJ2RFquATuXMkigMd7KU/edit?usp=sharing

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I'm not actually writing today, as it seems every time I think I'll be able to calm down, some more bullshit comes up that makes me furious. The last time I wrote while furious or stressed, we ended SAO on floor 6, so I'm going to try and avoid fucking things up.

In the mean time, let's have a discussion, because it is my belief that quests run on feedback, both in the votes and chatter among the players.

My main question I wanna ask of you guys is simple:
why do you enjoy this quest?
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This is a story about an ordinary girl named Kelly Dawkin’s journey through life as her city changes for better and for worse.

A dull ringing pounding resounds through your skull. To your annoyance, it gets louder every second. You squeeze your eyes shut tighter, hoping that some through some miracle that doing so will make it’ll stop and let you sleep some more. No dice, unfortunately. You let out a frustrated groan and blindly grope around for the perpetrator, knocking things off your nightstand carelessly as you do. You think you can hear something shatter, whoops. You fling the thin fabric of your blanket off yourself as you sit up straight. You glare angrily at the tablet that had the audacity to wake you up. It’s days are numbered. You tap at the screen finally making it shut up, before you rub the sleep out of your eyes, glancing out the window, and see the pitch black darkness of night, which means that it’s time for work. You sigh in resignation, and hop out of the bed, avoiding the shards of ceramic that litter the floor on the left side of your bed. You wonder how you got roped into working night shifts anyways as your brush your teeth. College doesn’t pay for itself. And neither does food, or your internet connection for that matter. Your tablet chimes happily again. A voice clearly designed to be as cute sounding as possible comes from it.

“Please be careful Miss Dawkins, Hydra Securities has reported intense gang activity around Jameson Street. Close to the restaurant: Graveyard Shift. Shall I plot an alternate route for you tonight?”

“In addition, you have five unread messages from Janet Jonas, and two voice messages coming from Adam Jenkins. Shall I read them to you?” You could stand hearing from Chief for a bit. It’s probably some dumb joke in a misguided attempt to make you laugh more often. Oh god, you can practically hear her already. “Service with a smile is the golden rule of restaurants!” Yeah, maybe you shouldn’t open her messages. Jenkins on the other hand, you aren’t so sure about. He’s a good deal younger than you, so young that you aren’t sure if he’s legally allowed to work in fact. But any time you ask Boss about that, she usually responds with “He does a better job than most people twice his age!” And you always thought that those thugs he calls friends were shady looking He usually doesn’t talk to you outside of the restaurant. Maybe he’s in trouble, or maybe he’s just trying to be more friendly to his co-worker. You mull it over as you chuck a plastic bowl of instant noodles into your microwave. You’re roused from your thoughts as the microwave dings

You ought to get to work soon, or Boss will chew your ear off.

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A heavy hand bashes across the kid's face.

"Ye' think supportin' ye sorry ass is easy? Ye think feedin' you is cheap? I work to the goddamn bone and come back teh see yer snot nose rifling through my things!"

A beautiful woman, tears in her eyes, steps between the boy and the man. He spits on the ground and shoves her out of the way. He takes a swig from his bottle before throwing it at the adjacent wall, shattering. "Ungrateful bastards, you whole LOT!" He roars, breath reeking of alcohol.

The child gets up, his hands balling themselves into shaking fists. "You'd be ungrateful too if an ugly old man tried to be your father! You've always used your money at bars more than you do on us!"

"What are ye' sayin' teh me YOU LITTLE PUNK?!"

The man reels back a drunken fist, but the older woman step in front of the boy again. The child takes the moment to snatch the sword from out of the man's hands and bolts out of the front door, ignoring the yells from behind him.

The child screams in frustration as he runs through the trees and green brush of the woods. His long black hair streams behind him in the rushing air. He just needs to get away. He'll just keep running, keep going until the house is gone forever.

He runs until the yells from inside the secluded cabin turn to echos- the echos to whispers. The trees thin and eventually part. The boy collapses to his knees, the sheathed sword clatters on the dirt beneath him. He covers his eyes as sobs intermittently break his coughing.

Wiping his eyes and the dirt from his skinned knees, he looks up to a see....

A field with rows upon rows of flowers of every shape and color extend towards the horizon, father than his eyes can see. He grabs the sword and shuffles into the fields, tear-stained eyes wide.

He sits amid the blooms, hugging his knees. He looks at the ornate blade, a shining flower depicted on its hilt.
He would have to go back to that place. He can't leave his mom and sisters there. He'll....he'll take them here, away from the ugly brute of a man. He clenches the sword tightly, grinding his teeth....

When he feels soft hands on his shoulders. "Mom..."

"Shhh," cooes the raven-haired woman. She gazes at the boy sadly, one of her eyes black. "It's okay, he's calmed down. Let's go back."

"No, I'm never going back to that idiot. We're staying here." The child refuses, adamant.

She sighs and sits next to him. She picks a flower and puts it in his long hair, running her fingers through it.
She hugs him.

"I love you, Sanjuro, but we need food and and a place to sleep. One day, you'll be free to leave. But for now, look to find happiness where you can. Try to find beauty from the small things in life." She looks up, sadness in her own eyes as well. Petals blow between embraced mother and son.

"Things will be better, I promise. Someday the world will be a little more beautiful."

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"Jack."

There's a rhythmic thumping just outside the periphery of your consciousness.

"Jack!" The voice shouts once more.

You fumble around on whatever surface you find your face planted against. It's soft, squishy, and- Are you resting your head on Tuile's chest?
Your head pulls back, and find the white surface of a pillow. Damn, shame.

You are Jack Albator, excellent drinker, tends to get carried away, and then gets carried away somewhere you can sleep off the buzz for the night.

Details are a little hard to comprehend right now. Earlier, Yuuki claimed that she was going to be meeting with an informant to find out the location of a scoundrel who packed up and left town. You wouldn't normally care, but that scoundrel took something very important on her way out.

"JACK! OPEN UP!"
The rude pounding sound erupts from the door once more. If you were more sober; you would say that this must be the rudest door you've ever had the misfortune of meeting.


"Aye, I'll be there. Stop." You command the door to cease its complaining, and you slowly prop yourself up from the bed.

With a sway in your step; the world seems a bit difficult to navigate at this time.
Fortunately, it takes more than a few-
dozen or so? maybe sixteen?
-drinks to keep you down for long!

You unlatch the door, and it immediately swings open!
"Jack!"

A girl with shoulder-length walnut hair is staring up at you. Though the memory is blurred; you do recognize her as one of Biscotti's knights: Pomelo.

"Pomelo? What the heck are ye doin' at this time of night?"
"Jack, it's barely eight."
"Point still stands, what's goin' on?"

"Yuuki left like, four hours ago. She's still not back, and Tuile said she shouldn't be any longer than a couple of hours. I'm worried." Pomelo huffs.


>Yuuki is a grown woman, and a hero. She'll be fine.
>I don't know, that is a little odd, isn't it?
>If she needed our help, she knew where to find us.
>How is Kayda doing?
>You did check on Kayda, right?
>So what do ye want me to do?
>Other?

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WELCOME

ARE YOU *THE ONE*?

*THE ONE* WHO CAN BREAK THE CYCLES?

PROVE TO ME THAT YOU ARE CAPABLE OF *KNOWING*