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Character info pastebin coming soon

General rules:

There is a 10 minute voting period after each post. Non-contradictory votes will be combined as best as possible.

Write-ins for all votes are always welcome and encouraged. They may not all make it into the post or be altered to fit in, but I'll do my best to at least try to address the spirit of the write-in.

Very important or contentious votes may be redone in a stricter voting system as circumstances warrant.

Combat mechanics are up in the air. Suggestions are welcome. We'll be trying some new things out so I appreciate your patience as we fine tune it. Stronger moves tend to take more time and have more cooldown than weaker moves, so beware of that timing. I also want to try a more varied turn system so you and your opponent can do a few things in a row more often. Speed is more important for closing ground, intercepting, and other things and doesn't necessarily mean going first.

Call me out on a mistake and receive a suggestive picture.

Pokemon:
Gobble (Munchlax)
Mace (Roggenrola)
Belladonna (Budew)

Recently: You went clothes shopping with your friends, encountered some unfriendly locals, and are battling Jane and doing a pretty good job of it too, despite her Pokemon's training and moves. At least, so far.

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The world as you know it has ended. Overnight, all the Onii-chans in the universe has been infected with a vicious disease known as 「0ni-itis」, a sound command activated plague that turns its victims into a vicious beast — an 「Oni」.

All at once all the imoutos that had ever existed cried out in pain: pain that their precious big brothers have turned into monstrous beasts, and pain from being promptly beaten and enslaved right after a nice, friendly sibling 「toothbrush session」.

It was 7:00 PM when you had uttered the accursed phrase. For years you had acted hot-cold-hot-cold, and today was the day you finally were going to open up. Around your aniki’s neck your arms wrapped — yes, that was what you had called him for all the while — and in the middle of his intense DoTA 2 game, you had called him to dinner.

You had said 「Onii-chan」.

Right now, you stand before him as he looks back, a shadow of his former self. He snarls, drool seething from his jagged maw.

What is your name, oh child of light?
And what do you choose to wield?
>Kirino, nerf gun.
>Suguha, kendo sword.
>Miyuki, toy magical girl staff.
>Kotori, foldable steel wrestling chair.

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You are a coalition of parties in the Kingdom of Germany, once again victorious over your enemies! Great Britain has fallen, and the wealth of England (and the unimportant parts) is now in your hands. After over three years of constant grueling war, your people have tired and your state gone in deep debt, 134.654.250.000 Reichsmarks to be exact, or 82,3% of GNP, in order to fund the war effort, but now with England in German hands the war looks be coming to a close. With Europe secure in German hands and the British still reeling from the loss of their home islands, Germany is poised to exert its influence over the entire world. The only thing now left to do is mop up the resistance.

Also, you have zeppelins now. Yay.

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The half-dark air is choking and hot, stinking of vinegar and incense, along with the sound of pained screaming. In this simple, stone and plaster room, lieing atop a small bed of straw and furs, a woman is giving birth. Around her screaming, convulsing form, a midwife works, drawing implements from bags that stink of sweat and spice. The fire roars in the hearth, stoked with cinnamon wood, and the sounds of prayer fill the spaces between painful screams. A father stands at the bedside, clutching an icon of a saint and praying through gritted teeth. The midwife calls out in Greek for more water, and a child scampers off to retrieve it from the small well.

The child runs down and out of the house, the smell of fresh set plaster and still wet clay guiding him out across the courtyard of the house, through a small vegetable garden and into the kitchen. There, the child retrieves a great red clay pot, which he strains to carry out from the house, along a path of sun bleached sand. He runs as fast as he may, shouting greetings to the farmhands as they gather grapes from the vines. Finally, he reaches the squat, plaster and brick construction of the well. He fills the pot with several buckets of cool water, not taking the time to drink himself before sprinting back to the house.

The Midwife takes the water and places fresh cloths into it, washing the sweat covered skin of the boy's mother. In a final moment, the mother lets out a horrible scream of effort, and the baby begins to scream and cry. The midwife takes it in her arms and looks over it, cutting it from it's mother with a quick movement, before wrapping it in a thin, clean, white cloth, and handing it to it's father with a few warm words.

"Mother Mary has granted you a son"

The boy's father takes hold of him and smiles wide, holding him out to his mother. The exhausted woman takes the baby and, with the last of her energy, draws it close. The baby grows silent, and the world seems to sigh with relief. The father, almost gleefully, speaks, in his own solidly warm tone.

"Theochariste, what shall we name him?"

>Konstantinos
>Tiberios
>Heraklios
>Nikephorous (The Emperor's name)
>Michael (As the Archangel)
>Georgios (Or George)
>Write in (Byzantine, Biblical or Latin names, please, though Syriac, Armenian and so on are acceptable)

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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 learned a little more about this new world you've been thrust into, as well as it's inhabitants. You met the Broken Circle's leader, a mouthless, featureless android named Jason. He told you much about their group and asked you and your brother Ares to join them. You agreed, but only under the stipulation that you wouldn't have to fight. Jason reluctantly agreed, but told you you'd be working to earn your keep. He also agreed to share with you what he knows about any possible human survivors still in the area, though he warned you that it would be hearsay at best.

Later you learned about what Ares had been doing while you were asleep. He explained that he was with a group of humans that ended up dying one after another to the rogue AIs that had gone crazy. He managed to get you into what would become Erebus to find you shelter and power, but had to fight off countless drones to keep you safe. He also apparently has a romantic interest in someone named "Selene", a member of the church that apparently even the BC like. Ares was embarrassed and Aph was overjoyed to tell you all about your brother's crush.

Welcome back to Pandora Quest!
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Other Quests: http://pastebin.com/sYpqmWZg

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

You've finally recovered from your nasty near-boiling incident, but your vacation was now over and it was back to work. You had been transferred back to the Gullinbursti during your recover period, and now the ship was idling in deep space. Frolaytia hadn't given you any new orders or directives yet, so you were honestly free to act on your own initiative, at least for now.

You lean back on your bridge command seat, contemplating your next move. On the display screen, you could see Carly's ship, the Longclaw, similarly idling in the void, no doubt waiting on orders from you. You knew that if you didn't do something soon, Carly would probably go off and do something stupid.

>Maybe a good old fashioned raid...
>See if any of the local systems are having trouble.
>Investigate that data you recovered from that wreck.
>Other

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Previous: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/743399/
Char Sheet: http://pastebin.com/mYBvajGn
Other Character Sheets!: http://pastebin.com/K05wcqLy Check these out

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The wind is wailing and blowing violently. The taller buildings, those sky scrapers are swaying slightly under its force, an impressive feat of architecture and engineering. Truly its a sight to see, I mean so is just looking at them reaching up so far into the clouds.

I look up at the massive metal smiley face with glowing neon teeth on the front of the building I'm standing in front of, in the freezing cold. "Smile's INC" is written boldly in big, black letters stretching around the almost cylindrical building. It wraps around the face, with the cartoonish smile sitting above it, constantly flashing and changing colors.

I pull my scarf a bit tighter over my face. Mom went in there a few minutes ago, and I've been sitting on a bench, waiting so they don't think I'm with her or followed her inside. I sigh, adjusting the blue wool cap she gave me to cover up my ears. Need to keep them hidden, to keep my disguise of my genetic mother in place.

I smirk lazily, trying to replicate Miss spark's "default" expression, without having to grin like a madwoman. I breath out, pulling my scarf down, and retrieving the welder goggles I have stuffed in one of my lab coats pockets. I put them on, and try to mess up my hair a bit, to just make my facade all the more believable.

Well, there's isn't a mirror for me to look at how well it looks, so I'll just have to leave it up to chance that I look like her, enough to fool whoever is guarding this place, or is sitting at the receptions desk.

I start to hum to myself, making a slight static buzz fill the air as I turn the street lights around me on, making them burn as brightly as stars. Luckily my goggles keep me from being blinded by them, but hey, it makes for a good entrance.

I walk over to the doors, and open them by the teeth shaped handles and step inside.

And no sooner than I do, do two men in heavy looking, metallic armor step up to me. its powered by tubes, carrying small watered down batches of ultra, just enough to give it power, without risking too much contamination with it.

I clasp my hands together as they stare at me, tilting their heads. their visors are connected to the database of known ultras.

One slowly moves their rifle away from me, as the other switches its setting, still looking rather cautious.

"Miss sparks?" the calm one asks, laughing as I smile without a word "Goddamn, don't scare us like that, I know you love a grand entrance but...remember, we're here to shoot any who tries to come in without authorization"

"She has authorization?" the other guard asks

"Of course she does, she might be a little mental, but that doesn't change the fact she's a brilliant inventor" the other guard laughs "The boss loves having her around because of that"
cont

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

> Tuesday, July 28th, 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 were having such a nice dream too. But now you've got a phone call at what seems to be the waking hours of... 3 AM. Huh. You pick up your phone. “Zumwalt. What is it?”

“ZUMWALT!” It's... Carver? “Zumwalt! We've got a problem!” You sit up in your sleeping bag, throwing Winona off your chest. She yelps in surprise, and Cuddles immediately slithers out of your sleeping bag as well.

“What is it?” you ask.

“It's that pile of debris from yesterday! Overnight crews were sent to check in on it, and it just started to leak!” … oh shit. “It's not bad now, we're only about two inches of water in the room but we need help to seal it off!”

“Okay, okay! I'm on my way!” You quickly burst of bed in your night shirt. Fuck you can't- but- emergency!

THERE'S AN EMERGENCY DAMN IT!

> GET THERE NOW, FORGET MODESTY
> Put a uniform on. Stay calm. THEN PANIC
> REV UP YOUR HEART RATE, BECAUSE YOU SURE ARE READY TO PANIC
> Other

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You are Paxious Dromus, a student at the Jedi Temple on Tython.

After facing a Jedi Master in lightsaber combat, you made friends with your fellow students Lu, Jorraan, and Ara.

You’ve finished your first day at the academy and wandered off to the dormitories to get some sleep after a good meal.

You wake up to two boys whispering something you can’t quite make out. You peek one eye open and look out the window by your bed to discover that it is well before you need to get up.

What do you do?

>Tell them to shut up
>Go back to sleep
>Listen in on their conversation
>Ask them what they're talking about
>Write-in

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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 rescued a hostage, got a three-legged dog, and bought some seats. Good luck, and fair skies.
Twitter: https://twitter.com/ZapQM
Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Starcaller

Some useful Pastebins:
The Ship: http://pastebin.com/dUaVH74m
Factions: http://pastebin.com/HRxg787x
You: http://pastebin.com/shBD8ATY

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Last Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/728653/

Last time we had a strange dream, convinced Alice to not become a looter, fought a powerful enemy, got kissed by a ghost, unlocked our aura, nibbled the previously mentioned ghost lovingly, and then began our exploration of the Endless Library. This time we continue our quest into the depths of its halls.

Current Team/Gold/Items:

Riolu <Luka> (Steadfast): level 13
Weather Scarf (No effects of temp/weather), Goggle Specs (See invisible enemies, traps, and ???)

Moves:
Circle Throw (Fighting)
Bite (Dark)
Quick Attack (Normal)
Vacuum Wave (Fighting)

Skills:
>General Item Knowledge
You can now identify most common items found in dungeons and what they do without using them, more obscure and rarer items may need someone more experienced to identify.

>Type Advantage Basic
You now gain +1 to any roll if you use an attack that is super effective against an opponent (Does not stack)

>Hero's Last Stand
Once per day, when you normally would be knocked out you may roll 1d20 to attempt to remain standing with 1 hp. (18+)

>Bare Basic Aura Sense
You can now roll to try and sense the aura of those around you and the layout of where you are. As of now you can only see the types of the Pokemon, not weather they are friend or foe.
Range depends on roll. Maybe someone or something could teach you more...

Fennekin <Alice> (Blaze): Level 9
Orange Ribbon

Moves:
Scratch (Normal)
Tail Whip (Normal)
Ember (Fire)
Psybeam (Psychic)

Skills:
None

Froslass <Faye> (Snow Cloak): Level 14
Powder Snow (Ice)
Astonish (Ghost)
Icey Wind (Ice)
Draining Kiss (Fairy)

Skills:
>Ghostly Body
Can float over and through most surfaces


Gold: 119

Bag 16 slots:
2x Oran Berries (Heals)
2x Apples (Fills Belly)
1x Sitrus Berry

Storage:
1x Golden Thorn

>Important note before the session starts:
From now on, rolls will be best of 3 outside combat, when starting combat while not surprised, or every enemy in combat is otherwise immobilized giving you time to prepare. In combat it will be 1st roll that decides how well attacks, defense, and dodging goes.

Also from now on rolls will wait until after voting is finished. Any rolls made before the end of a the quest master ends the vote will be discarded.

Session 1 will begin in a bit

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You are Wedge Hastings, The Cold Steel, an Edgelord traveling with the Exiled Paladin Maria to the border in the hopes of getting back into the Kingdom of Valgrite. Just a few hours ago, the two of you rescued a black dragon from a team of would-be dragon slayers, and just set camp for the night when the dragon suddenly transformed into a young girl.

Slowly getting up onto your feet, you now find yourself standing in front of a black clad girl with piercing blue draconic eyes. The girl, clad in a dress black as onyx, smirks as she walks over to the pile of fish she accumulated, and selectively picks a sizable trout.

Maria was busy eating her food by the crackling campfire, clearly enjoying the new source of entertainment before her.

“With me disguised as a human, it should be easy to get past the border! I have flown south a few times before,” Ebony says, walking back to you as the trout struggles to escape her grasp.

>“Since when could you turn into a human?!?”
>“Do you mind flying us over the border?”
>*Stare in awe*
>Other

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Thank you for reaching us, Captain. The Federation is in desperate need of your help.
I trust that this conversation won't leave this room.

To put it plain, the Federation is losing this war. We are dying. The Rebel advance is too swift and decisive, their artificial drone units produced in numbers too great to counteract.

But, at great cost, we've managed to find the key, something to turn the tide. The specifics of their Flagship, the linchpin in their plans. Schematics, data. A single vessel, running the war. They've invested more than we could dream of into the beast.
But we think that we, that you in particular, Captain, can bring the behemoth down.
It will be a hard mission. Success is not guaranteed, or... from certain members of the board, even expected. But I have faith in your abilities. You're proven in the field.
Good luck.

We're using civilian volunteers to ferry the cargo, in order to keep a low profile. We've been given access to:
The Kestrel. A military scout ship, decommissioned and given new life as a cargo hauler. The pilot, former Federation pilot A. Song, immediately volunteered herself, her ship, and her two-man crew to the mission. It's much an all-rounder, featuring a simple two-shot torpedo launcher and dual laser.

The Noether. A rare submission from the Zoltan government, officially neutral in the conflict, but they can see how a xenophobic human regime coming into power would be bad for them. The craft is piloted by a bio-substrate AI named Christine, and is manned by two Zoltan ambassadors. Neither seems to know exactly what they're getting into. The ship features an advanced Zoltan overshield, but no standard shield generator, and is armed with Ion blasters and a basic beam model.

The Man O' War. The only vessel intended for active military duty, it's service bought from the two-man Slug mercenary crew. It features advanced anti-crew weaponry capable of piercing minor shields, but lacks real destructive power.

Which ship do you choose, Captain? I may also recommend interviewing the crews or studying the ships in greater detail, but the choice is yours.

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Other Quests: http://pastebin.com/sYpqmWZg

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7LX1x_rZ-T8

Currently, you were leaping out of a C-130 that was practically skimming the ocean surface in order to provide emergency assistance to some Japanese shipgirls in need.

Now, the thing was, this whole thing was quite literally last second, so you had no idea what or how many Japanese shipgirls were present, nor did you even know the numbers or composition of the Abyssal force attacking them, other than it was a lot.

This was going to be fucking great.

The parachute on the LAPES crate finally pulls the crate and all of you out of the C-130 before quickly losing velocity and splashing down into the ocean. You and Portland, being a little lighter than the other shipsgirls, are thrown off the crate and sent tumbling into the water while Iowa, North Carolina, Washington, and Enterprise land on their feet, completely unphased as the crate of peach cobbler MREs quickly sinks into the sea.

(cont)

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About this game:
The essential rules are here:
http://pastebin.com/etm1V11S
I've started working on a pastebin about the world as well:
http://pastebin.com/JeLgCpu6
An archive of all previous threads here:
http://pastebin.com/sJUQB60g
In regards to anything else, just ask.
All factions please give an update on your current assets.
Story summary in the next post.
Here's a discord invite, ask for more if you need 'em.
https://discord.gg/fNwhBwd

Year 413
>>Population:3912k
>>Food production:7/10
>>Food stockpiles:6/10
>>Resources:5/10
>>Trade:5/10
>>Finances:2/10
>>Morale:4/10

>>Buildings: stone roads,highways,harbours, barracks monuments,classical,arched, domed temples, Academies,schools, sewers,watermills,hospitals;
>>Economy:stanartised manoral agriculture,irrigation,drawn carts,horse riding,improving textiles, medium crafts,medium mechanics,stable currency, trade,iron,advancing steel
>>Culture: basic schools,good festivals and folk culture, Codex books, dragonslaying, quality arts, warrior cult, Timor's Eve
>>Government:advancing bureaucracy, Town Watch,Legisature, trial of ordeal, elective monarchy, Council, Holy Pantheonic Empire
>>Magic:Pantheonic magic, advancing golemancy, medium alchemy, improving enchantments, basic spellweaving
>>Military:1000 iron hoplites,1000 iron swordsmen,1000 archers, 1000 human cavalry, 2000 centaurs,1000 ogres,6000 goblin soldiers,1000 norse warriors, various local miltias and faction troops
>>Navy:15 triremes, 10 quadremes,2 hexareme, 60 longships
>>Religion: old gods shamanism, Pantheon worship

>A.Food production & growth
>B.Culture & religion
>C.Construction
>D.Military
>E.Government & laws
>F.Exploration & colonization
>G.Research & development
>H.Navy
>I.Diplomacy & war
>J.Magical matters
>K.Other