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>You decide to go train hard and work out.
>Roxanne goes with you, and you encourage her to workout as well.
>Shes hesitant, but your encouragement alone seems to be enough to motivate her.
>Shes really weak, and she can't lift very much at all.
>But at least you saw that she tried.
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>You're both walking to her house late at night.
"So, how are you getting along at school?"
>"Actually, I made a lot of friends today. The nerds who ignored me now suddenly really noticed me and were nice to me.. Even Debbie and Becky said hi. Some people asked if I was new here because they'd never seen anyone like me around, even though I know we've seen each other in the halls before."
"Well, that's just how people are. You change how you look, and suddenly you get different responses. How did you feel about all that attention anyway?"
>"Well.. I liked it. I finally felt like I wasn't invisible anymore, like I really could belong somewhere."
>She laughs.
>"I have you to thank again.."
"Well, I mean, you were already beautiful on your own."
>"But without you, I'm not sure I would have ever realized it.. I'm glad you stopped treating me as your subordinate. I was getting pretty desperate for a while."
"I know, the fish in the locker, and that incident behind the bleachers were more than enough evidence for that."
>She giggles.
>"Sorry."
>You sigh.
"It's my fault. I've been mistreating you all this time.. I guess you just don't see it, but when you finally open up and realize how much I took advantage of you, I hope you'll forgive me."
>"T-theres nothing to forgive. You were the only person who really noticed I existed. Even if it was bad attention, I was grateful for any at all. And your strength and determination toward your goals has inspired me a little as well."
"Well.. Anyhow.. I met Sharon today, that was really something.."
>"What was she like?"
"She seemed nice, but she also seemed really sheltered. I know it's thinking pretty far ahead, but what's she gonna do once the jocks stop protecting her? When guys suddenly start swarming around her for real? I talked about when me and Danika and the gang went camping, and she seemed jealous."
>"Jealous of you?"
"Right? You'd think someone so low wouldn't be worthy of envy, but I guess the grass isn't always greener."
>"She sounds lonely. I know what thats like.. If anything, I might like to meet her once its all over and try to help her out the same way you helped me."
"I think you have a lot to learn yourself first, but that's really nice of you."
>"I suppose I can't help but be invested. Your fascinations have become mine in a way."
>You and Roxanne arrive at the house.
>She makes chicken salads for the both of you.
"Guess I gotta get my greens in every once in a while."
>"You do want to champion a physique worthy of your love Sharon don't you?"

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OPENING CRAWL: http://brorlandi.github.io/StarWarsIntroCreator/#!/AKTjy2VjkQBEpB9AEgU-

> THE DEATH STAR <
> IMPERIAL NAVY COMMAND HEADQUARTERS <
> SOMEWHERE IN DEEP SPACE <

Yes, yes. Clean uniform. Straight hair. Bold eyes. And a degree of command education from the Carida academies! You smirk as you check as yourself in the mirror. This is a man who can command a fleet! Hmph, so what if your father happened to pull your application to the Academy through over dozens of other more qualified applicants. -They- don't have powerful fathers who can get them a cozy command position that'll put credits in their coffers and Twi'leks in the pants.

Yes, that's the dream.

You are a newly minted Admiral for the Galactic Empire. You've only really commanded an Arquitens around the Yavin IV wreckage, but only to really make the minimum service requirements required for promotion. They don't just promote just anybody to be Admirals after all, especially not ones in charge of Fleets.

Oh goodness. What if they mean to put you in command of a Super Star Destroyer!?

Dad is going to be proud. He'll be jealous even! He's still in command of a piddly little Victory on the frontlines somewhere and you're going to be in command of Super Star Destroyer Executor or Ravager. And beyond just that command, possibly dozens, even a hundred ships at your disposal! The money, the glory, the women!

Oh, this is giving you chills!

“Sir.” Your trusty Imperial R2 unit, R2-F4, rolls in. Yes, being an Officer means having your own trusty R2 unit. Haha! “Your meeting with the Grand Admiral is in an hour. Your ships is now docking with the Death Star.”

“Thank you, F,” you say as you dust your pins and code cylinders. Must keep code cylinders clean. Unclean code cylinders are worse than a womprat in a thermal exhaust port. Goodness, that smelled for weeks. “Tell me, how do I look?”

“You look like a tooka,” he mutters.

“What was that?”

“I said you look like a million credits,” he says quickly, whirring his dome around. You heard that. Dumb little droid. Thinks he can insult you and get away with it. “Sir, you seem particular excited.” Oh, yes, yes, there's that. “I assume you think you're going to be put in charge of a fleet.”

“Of course!” You thump your chest, grinning. “Think of it, F. You don't promote a Captain of an Arquitens-light to Admiral just to stuff them in the rear. We're going to the front!”

“You've never been to the front, sir.”

You huff. “Please. I've passed all fifty simulated battles back at the Academy.”

“Only because you cheated,” he says back.

“Cheating is man's natural advantage against the alien,” you explain. “Besides, they never caught me anyway. So what's the issue?” F4 continues to stare at you, before simply swiping his head left and right on the axis. A shrug. “See, I've stumped you, you smug little metal trashbin. I will not have my morality questioned by something that isn't programmed with one in the first place.”

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Last time on EDQ, we traveled to Bretonnia, made Chrysoula bigger and STRONKER, also made our brother a full-on dragon...
And met our Not-Senpai, Adolf Hitler. Who we also turned into a dragon, and got his personal iron cross from.
Oh, and right now we're enslaving some peasants for Chrysoula, Elizabeth, and so we can make a refinery so we can burn down a swamp. And we also accidentally demanded women from a guards in front of our wife.
Whoops.

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Character Sheet: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jI0aGxA_2h3SAcPYri-1fdgskbK3IbtfEzSLJ7VY9gU/edit

Ren?

...Huh? What?

Erh, you awake?

Y-yeah. I was just uh, thinking. About how to please our wife.

Right...

Well... We'll think about it when we get back. We need a LOT more slaves, not just a measly sixty.

Right... So, where are we going?

Well... We could raid villages.

Unless we wanted to raid every single village individually, that would take days. Why don't we try to attack a city or something?

Erh, that would be bad... First of all, we'd get a lot of attention.

It would be faster...

Besides, we only need two-hundred really... I mean, for the refinery. Anything more is just extra.

...I think that can come later. I think we should figure out how to please our wife.

Right...

So, what's the agenda, bossman?

Actions.

>...I think we should figure out a way to please our wife and get her to... Well, get along with our wives.
>I think a good bedding of our wife would suffice. We haven't tumbled her in a while, after all.
>Come on, raiding villages is fun and easy.
>...Fine, I guess we can ACTUALLY go for a challenge and raid a city.
>...Why don't we find a human army or something?
>Isn't there ships? We could be pirates you know, and get more slaves.
>...A refinery sounds boring.
>...Maybe we should ask Elizabeth how many slaves she wants.
>...Guys, how many do you think Chrysoula wants as slaves?
>...We should get Frankizka a slave or two.
>Write-In

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ARCHIVE: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Dungeon%20Life%20Quest
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You are Brianna la Croix, currently in an awkward limbo in terms of classifying yourself as a necromancer, and you are expending the last of the Lush's corpse. Some of it you give to River to make armor with, and she goes fairly directly to New Hell to seek the advice of Ordo the Orc, under the completely correct assumption that he'll have a better idea on how to work bone than the Black Anvils will.

You incorporate the remainder into Kat, who flexes and stretches.

"I have to ask, how does it feel?" you inquire, curiously, while your shadow spreads herself out to cover a nearly twenty foot circle with her body.

"I don't know how to describe it," she answers, a little hesitantly. "...But it's not bad."

"Well, if you're happy with it."

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>Statistics: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1p2K_evlFKjbblbSTf3ZSf-0xECyNHEeiQEgyiFdADcw/edit?usp=sharing
>Character: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1F43-0W17qNQ3Q_FwOOQPYw8Rf4HmSCFrEcAv-uOPQD0/edit?usp=sharing
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It was raining again.

There was no thunder – no loud thunder – but it was definitely raining again, just as it had yesterday. This time, however, finishing your stirring from the sleeping back, you rise to see that you are not alone in your rising this early morn. Kaga stands, naked – what else would she be – tossing a towel over her shoulder. You open your mouth to call out to her, but before any sound leaves your throat, you find her head already turned towards you. Although, in the dim light you can’t tell what expression she has on her face, only that she’s looking right at you.

‘Good morning, Commander.’ She greets, chuckling darkly, no doubt remembering last night. ‘I’m surprised you have the energy to get up this morning.’

‘Who says I do?’

‘Apparently… your body.’ She snickers, turning away from you again. ‘I’m borrowing your supply.’

‘My what?’

She holds up two items in her hand; you can barely make either out in this bad light… but your eyes adjust well enough to see what she meant: in an interesting twist of things, she apparently has your shower gel and shampoo in her hands. You let out a small smile as you get out of your sleeping bag, stretching as much as you can. You’re still a little sore – mentally and emotionally – after last night… and apparently a stretch wasn’t enough to get either kink out of your system right away.

‘Run out?’ You manage, yawning right after.

‘Just last night.’

‘Be my guest.’ You give your permission, stripping yourself of your singlet and boxers. Now you were as much in the buff as she was. ‘Just remember to leave me a trickle, okay?’

‘You can just shower with me, though.’ She suggests. To your surprise, there’s a lack of the usual mischief in her voice; it’s more of a polite offer than anything else.

You snort, nodding as Kaga opens the door. Grabbing a towel off the nearby chair – along with your toothpaste and toothbrush – you wrap it around your waist and follow her into the corridor. Above, you frown as you make out that the lights immediately above your room’s exit needed a good changing. The bulbs flicker on and off, as they had last night… as far as you are in terms of luxury on a battlefront, you find you can't quite ignore it; perhaps you could fill in a requisition form?

TBC

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So, i figured i wanted to start a civ thread(first two choose race and place). But i also have many obligations on the week and i type slow, besides that /qst/ is a really slow place so i figured that if i take long but make decent stuff it runs better than if i try to keep with the movement and get no idea of what to do.
Also, I dont feel confortable Playing with races such as constructs, elementals or slimes. But if you guys want it, fine by me

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As the evening air settles and the golden light of the setting sun bathes everything in its resplendent glow, one could easily be mistaken in feeling that time itself were standing still. As the hands in the fields abandon their plows, as families gather around dinner tables to break hard won bread, and all goodly creatures make to their places of rest for the night to come, they inadvertently leave the world behind silent and empty with their absence. It is a surreal landscape for those who will yet come after, nothing but pastel skies and shifting shadows to accompany them on their way through the gathering dusk.

Still, loneliness and isolation need not be unpleasant, especially when you have someone else to share them with. A friend, a lover, or perhaps a child, even one worn out from a long day packed with new experiences. The latter certainly fit Cici well enough, the small gorgon child even now dangling her legs through the loops of her mother’s arms and quietly nuzzling against the back of her neck as she fights off the sand man’s inescapable grasp. All this while her own wreathe of snake like hairs probes and nuzzles up to their older kin on her mother’s head, no doubt more alert than their weary owner in the deepening twilight.

However, today had been the most fun the small girl could remember in ages: meeting so many new people, learning so many new things. She had even managed to earn herself some sweets which now dangle beneath her in a sack cinched to her mother’s waist, sweet rolls made with more than a little help from the local baker she couldn’t wait to share with Vivi when she got back.

She hoped she wasn’t mad…

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Welcome, one and all, to a CofD (Chronicles of Darkness) quest! Shadows of Ravenhall will be set in the 1870's, in the fictional city of, well, Ravenhall. It is a bustling city, where movers and shakers of both mortal and supernatural kinds come to fraternize, kill, and fatten their purses. The supernatural and bizarre are ever permeating the city, but just like regular WoD, us mortals are not aware of it.Tonight we will be going through Chargen and establishing the quest, starting at a popular tavern down in one of Ravenhall's most densely populated districts, the Narrows...

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You walk out. It's been fun spending that rich bastard's honest earned money on booze and hot food, but you forgot to have the common sense to hold some of the coins back so you could secure a bed for the night. Nicking money off of well-to-do people has been a common day activity for you now, but even in this poverty, you still can't manage your money. Well, it's back to the streets again, though drunk and with a full stomach.

The singularly lit lamppost shines dimly. Turning back towards the tavern, you see the gold engravings, reflecting the light. They read "The Gilded Maze." Best place to be in the Narrows, though arguably the hardest one to get to, or get out of once you're there.

You turn back towards the many, badly lit exits you could take. The Narrows are called this exactly because the whole neighborhood is comprised of tight corridors, thanks to a budding population and poor architectural decisions. The Gilded Maze sits squarely at the center, and is the only building whose walls aren't touching other walls.

Winking blearily a few times, you try to shake off your blurry vision. Well, nowhere to go but forward. Not like they're going to take your stank behind back in the Maze.

Which way do you go? Your drunk head and poor lightning conditions don't help very much.

> North, to the Seaside Gardens.
> South, to the Southern City Walls.
> East, to the Temple Square.
> West, to the Common Markets.
> Stay in the Narrows, where people like you should be.
> Back inside, where it's warm, bright, and you won't be alone.

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Your choices as we go will be defining our PC's background, skills, and abilities. I'll wait for at least 3 people to post, and then I will always pick the choice with the most votes. In the case of ties, I will be picking between the most voted ones. This is my first quest, but I've been a DM for a while. Everyone's free to ask questions and such in their posts.

Let's have some fun in spooky WoD/CofD town, guys and gals!

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In the last chapter Zheng Li takes Cai Shi as a concubine and uses her brother Cai Mao to pacify the nobles of the newly acquired Jiangxia. As Yuan Shu begins raiding villages, Zheng Li declares war on Yuan Shu at the behest of Wei Yan. Marching three armies to Pei, Zheng Li defeats Yuan Shu on the field.

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This quest is an RPG-styled game following the Three Kingdoms period of China and the novel Romance of the Three Kingdoms by Luo Guangzhong. You play as a fictional character following through the events of the Three Kingdoms and hopefully rising to become an important player of with the famous figures. You will start off as a no-name, average character who can rise up through effort. Most of the characters and story will follow the events of the novel first, history second, the RoTK games third, and only a very small part will come from the Dynasty Warriors games (Mostly character personalities if suitable).

The goal of the game is to create an interesting story more so than win. While this game will not be harsh, mistakes and carelessness may result in the loss of your faction and even the death of your character. Sometimes circumstances may be unfair as not even Zhuge Liang could not save his kingdom after Shu lost Jing province. Still, thinking and common sense should get you through. Whatever the case, my goal is to hopefully see you create an interesting story more than conquering the entirety of China.

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wow... did RiskClan disappear?

Manisk, !Jw6 where you guys at??

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Eclipsed Moon Episode 138
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Quest Intro

You are Mikage Chiba, second year high school student, fifteen years old. You used to be the third woman to carry the mantle of the magical guardian of love and justice known as Sailor Moon, after your mother and older sister. A year and a half ago you had a traumatic experience fighting the corpse of the father of your best friend, struggled victory leaving you thinking you had killed the
man you had set out to save and prompting you to abandon your heritage. More than that, the relating emotional collapse lead you to abandoning yourself. Developing disguises and personas to inhabit and do the things you could not in secret, to live while you let yourself wither, you carried on.

Now you know the truth and have been taking measures to put yourself back together, reconnect with old friends, and make new ones. More than that you’ve been doing your best to support your younger sister, Koyomi, as she has become the fourth to carry the title as Sailor New Moon.

Quest Start

Titans were the fearful parents of the Gods. Banishing, destroying, or consuming their progeny to prevent succession, evolution, and change. Chronos the Lord of Time held still all of creation while he was capable of willing it so as he supped upon his children until slain by one hidden from his purview and freeing from his guts the siblings who would rule beside one another and creation for a time. Families are weird like that.

Your own family, you think, is far better than that of ancient gods and goddesses whose lingering powers you have been witness to. Though for certain rivals them in complexity and confusion.

“Bu?” sputters and sounds the toddler with an otherwise fresh and new mind as she shies away from the cool metal aperture allowing the older professor to look into her ear as part of the unexpected physical being conducted.

“Hmmm,” Professor Tomoe, the older man with white hair whom you’ve been told spent the better part of a decade possessed by a malevolent alien entity, hums as he removes the device and the young girl with dark hair and piercing red eyes grasps at it with an absent curiosity.

You stand among a small assembly clustered in one of the medical rooms that exist as part of the secret laboratories beneath Infinity Academy. This place is the personal respite and research location of your mentor, and the daughter of the man providing this child with a physical, Hotaru Tomoe.

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Last time, in which we said "Fuck the SDF-1 Macross" and found ourselves in Soul Eater: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/666621/

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

>>680196
Let's take a look around!

Nah, this town is boring as shit, let's just get out of here, we can fly right?

Wait, guys, I have the perfect idea: let's fuck up Blackstar's day!

Ya know what? you agreed with that one... but fuck flying using your Soul, from what you remember that only got you 50 MPH, your Lucifer could go MUCH faster. You opened a portal in front of you and pushed the doors open so your Fighter could get out with ease, and made the jaunt to the back of the Warehouse, where it was parked.

You looked over your own body, you were shorter, but that was to be expected, you were also more ripped than Black Star, with a chiseled six pack and huge rippling muscles all over your body. Nice.

You easily made the climb up into the cockpit and did some flight checks, adjusting your seat and peddles so you could reach everything. It'd be a little irritating to do some things, but most of those things were shit you would only need to do triple backflips on a dime: not really important.

You blasted out of the warehouse at mach 10, closing the portal behind you, and grinning as you pulled up a map of the earth on screen and began the trip to Nevada, USA.

As you streaked across the sky, you felt... odd, a little light headed in a way that couldn't be attributed to G forces.

It passed quickly, and only a few hours later you were in Death City, because Nevada is pretty fucking easy to search.

You landed in Battroid form in the sand on the edge of the city and opened a portal back to the Warehouse, storing the Lucifer and closing it again. It would be rather odd if you had just had a fucking mech with you all the time, and you wanted to at least pretend you were normal.

You turned around, and found a small army of Meisters and their Weapons waiting for you.

...maybe don't fly the big red thing everywhere when stealth is even kinda important, no matter how silent it runs.

"WHO ARE YOU!?" One of the Meisters in front says, pointing at you with a lightning spear.

Write-In

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Red ruby eyes stare back at me from the shadows, as the little imp hides under the hoard, looking up at me uneasily as she shifts, burying herself in gems as she makes a sound like crackling fire.

I lay down and smile warmly, as Iris sits next to me, looking a little nervous or maybe embarrassed. Her tail's wrapped around her legs as the little demon stares at her. She's showing an emotion I haven't seen from any demon besides myself, terror and fear. She shakes her tail, rattling the gems covering her with the one embedded in her tail.

I crawl a little closer to her and she hides back a little deeper under the little cubby hole she's made herself. But she stops when I get close, and leans out to sniff me, eyeing Iris suspiciously. I Carefully reach out towards her.

She makes a sound like sizzling metal, and closes her eyes, before opening them again as I start to slowly and gently run my hand through her hair. She tilts her head in confusion, wondering what I'm doing to her.

"Isn't she just adorable Iris?" I ask, glancing back at my loving master as I hug the little imp, feeling her freeze up and glance around, once again confused about what I'm doing.

"You say that about everything you decide to adopt" Iris says teasingly as she pats my head, making the little imp freeze up as she gets a little too close "Ah...sorry little one"

"Oh don't worry, just be nice and I'm sure she'll get used to you soon"I say happily, struggling to stop the imp from fleeing into the den she's made in the gem pile "Hey where are you going, Iris isn't going to eat you?"

"How do you know that, and why are we in the mortal world?" Lil snake whines, wrapping her tail around my arm as I smirk happily

"Cause Iris doesn't...well she won't eat you, you just have to trust me on this" I say soothingly, as I stand up and hold the imp to my chest "I wouldn't lie to you"

"No wonder why all of our siblings says you're bizarre" She says, as sweetly as a demon can, as she watches Iris from over my shoulder

"You have her soul?" She says, noticing the ghostly pink, and usually invisble chains wrapped around Iris' neck

"I gave it to her, since I figured I was damned anyway because of what I am, besides she really needed it" Iris says, carefully reaching towards the imp, who slithers down my chest, hiding under me as Iris sighs "Look, demons don't taste good, I know this from experience and"

Lil snake makes a cry like a roaring fire as Iris looks away, covering her face as she frowns slightly.

I smile weakly and
cont

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You are Miles Clyde, a boy about halfway into his eleventh year of life, and you've just had an awakening...

...from a nice afternoon nap. What the heck, is your mom yelling to you again? You don't have lessons today, and you're certain your chores are done.

"Honey, you really shouldn't be late," her tone, while carrying her usual kindness, has a bit of authority and urgency behind it.

Late for what? You didn't make any prior--

"Oh crap!" The realization hits you hard enough to knock you out of your post-somnial stupor and send you toppling off your bed.

You wrestle with the sheet on the hardwood floor, looking at the clock on your nightstand. A twelve-hour timepiece with two silver colored bells. Quarter after 3 in the afternoon, a good hour past the time you set your alarm.

"I'll remember this, tentative timepiece of tinnitus-inducing tinny tenure," you squint with a vengeful glare, removing the sheet from your person. You're also sure you used "tenure" in the wrong context, but nonetheless!

Before your vendetta against an inanimate object, you must get ready. You rush to the bathroom to get the essential morning stuff out of the way, then dash out again; in a clean white shirt, black jeans, and white socks, you slide past the living room couch, unable to slow down, and crash into an unseen chair in the kitchen.

"For goodness sakes!" Your mother reprimands you, hands on hips. "Hustle, but don't hurry. How many times have I told you?"

Her nagging only adds insult to the soon-to-be bruise on your head, but you apologize anyway, jogging to the living room. Luckily nothing broke. You slip on a pair of steel toe boots, fingerless gloves, and your favorite black jacket, kept open for style. The finishing touch; a thin crimson cape, wrapped around your collar and draped down the right side of your back. Your ensemble makes you feel *heroic*.
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Welcome to what I hope will be the first installment of a continuing quest that I call "Road Trip through the Afterlife". This is my first ever quest so I hope you'll al cut me some slack if I mess up at times, and have suggestion you'd think might help.

The rules are pretty straight forward, and use 1d100 system where I take the best out of the first 3 roles, but will occasionally do an average of 3 out of the first 5 rolls for certain events if the majority wants it. 1 being the worst, and 100 the best. I do count critical roles so good luck not getting any 1's.

I will try to update frequently, but can't make any promises since I have midterms coming up soon, but on average will do a deadline of a 1to 2 hours where course of action picks made after will not be accepted, unless for a tie breaker.

If possible I'll also try to add a character sheet, since I want to add perks, abilities etc. that can effect whats happens to make it more fun for the player.