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>Definite Change of Name Edition

>Change of name? Edition

You were not but a humble maid for fanciful estate in the prosperous Southern Counties, but alas you were cast out!

Escaping a fate most terrible, you found help along the way, starting out with barely rags on your back, to now a tenuous member of the (very) lower middle class. By the grace of God, fate, or perhaps just luck, your life has changed dramatically in the last year and may yet change still. Something which brings fear as much as anticipation.

>Behold, a pastebin with the previous threads archived, as well as some basic information which should be expanded upon;
http://pastebin.com/WAYN2D3D

>Supplemental video;
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=KZ04mfAY2BU

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You open your eyes to a dark, dimly lit view of what appears to be a prison cell inside of a dungeon of some sort. You have no recollection of how or why you ended up in here, but the rotted femur and rib near your feet is a grim indicator that staying in this cell means certain death or torture. Luckily, it seems like whoever locked you in here is as dim as a troll. You spot a promisingly golden key hanging from the wall inside the cell to your right, presumably left there by accident...

>What will you do?

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What is the movie ABOUT?

Take a picture, put on Chuck Norris And Charles Bronsons face and Tell us what your 80s Action movie is about.

Feel free to create a story around the pictures I upload.

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In the future, stock car companies invest their sponsorship's by branding teams of women instead of cars in a competition, taken to a desolate island where they must fight to the death against other sponsored condemned killer teams from all corners of the world, with freedom going to the sole surviving teams.

Erica, Jessica, and Karina awaken from their stasis pods, climbing out slowly as theyre groggy from their long sleep.

>who or what do they encounter first?

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This is a thread created for the discussion of Quest threads, as well as sharing of advice and guidance for aspiring or current QM's. Posters looking for advice on tabletop games should look elsewhere.

Please do not shitpost, and please report any shit posters attempting to derail discussion or cause strife. This means avoiding tripfag drama or discussion about subjects such as getting rid of /qst/.

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>QM Questions:
Did the players ever do anything you never expected? What happened?

Where did you get the art for your quest from?

>Player Question:
Do you trust the anons of your favorite quest to make wise/good decisions without you?

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Last time, in which we confirmed we are a jumper by getting laid with our harem and sorted our our head... mostly: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/652296/

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>>666125
"Let's grab those machines and see what they can do, you know how to run them?"

"If they're anything like what's in the engineering department, yeah I'm good to go"

You nod, and the two of you pad across the warehouse to check them out and roll them into the part of the warehouse with the portal.

"Holy shit dude, this is HUGE!"

"I know, amazing right?"

"NO SHIT! This stuff looks better than the stuff on the Macross!"

"Well, it should be, I paid good imaginary points for it"

She giggled, grabbing some of the controls and starting to wheel out a mechanical arm, raising up onto her tip-toes to see over the computer screen.

She was still naked.

"You gonna cover up?"

"Hmm? Nah, I don't have any clothes on hand, and it's easier to move around to build and fix shit with less clothing, even if my coveralls normally do just fine, they're dirty enough as it is"

You roll your eyes and attempt to control your bloodflow. God damn drugs.

"You fine with people seeing you out in the open?"

"Who the fuck said we were out in the open? You're gonna be wheeling the tools and shit inside while I set these up, I'll look at what we have and we'll go from there"

"Alright" you say, shrugging, this was her area, so you followed orders, getting all the trucks inside the portal while she drove the robots over and started programming them to lay concrete and rebar.

You let her direct the pipes and how fast to go as she used the tools to lay down a thick concrete wall on both sides of the portal, and welded steel plate in the middle, attached to the concrete, she steadily built everything up, making sure the huge steel doors could swing open smoothly and with little force.

"Once we get some more mechanical stuff I can have these set to open as soon as they're exposed to a signal, like from the Lucifer or from our phones"

You both looked at the wall. Holy mother of fuck, Russia and Trump would be proud. It stood at least 40 feet tall and 10 feet thick, and you had put it up in like six fucking hours, not to mention the steel doors, which through Lis' mechanical genius swung open with just a human hand unless they were locked, in which case they were practically immobile. It wouldn't survive a missile barrage, but it was a good start.

"So, this is done, what should we do now?"

You looked at her as she wiped sweat from her forehead, pink hair flying out of her face.

"uh, hmm"

>Go check on the other girls
>Go check on the Garbage
>Call Command

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Hello there human, or should I say humans. You appear to have lost your previous avatar, or perhaps you merely choose to leave it behind. Not that it’s my place to judge. Either way you’ll be needing a new one for this little game we'll be playing won’t we? Although I can’t just let you pick the avatar now can I? Where would the fun in that be? So I will ask you a few questions, nothing too complicated and no wrong answers, I just want to get a feel of who I will be playing with.

For now we will just do first come first serve to keep the the speed up.

Question 1: How childish do others consider you to be?

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I have decided to try something with you guys after it failed with /b/

I will produce a single sentence starting off a incomplete story, and each poster must consecutively add 1-2 sentence(s) to the thread. The Final Product will be rated by /b/ for its quality.
this will be a continuation from a /lit/ thread
Lets begin:
...
Fag knew something happened, something uncommon, if it had a color it would be green as opposed to purple or gold. Kneeling and kissing his hand: "Let me follow you and spread your message", aside to himself "even though you have none", "to the ends of the earth."

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

With the Abyssal threat in the south Atlantic ended, or at least greatly crippled, it was now no longer necessary for your task force to stay in the Falklands. In fact, once the mission was done, the Captain had informed you all that the Admiral had recalled you all back to Hawaii, in preparation for an expedition to Japan, of all places.

Getting back to Hawaii was simple enough. The Admiral had arranged for a transport plane to come pick you up, since they couldn't afford to wait for you to travel with the conventional fleet all the way up from South America.

However, you were going back with some new additions, too. Apparently, the Admiral had managed to convince Britain and Germany and allow Dorsetshire and Graf Spee remain attached to his command. You figure that like with Canada and Haida, the two European countries suspected something big was going down in the Pacific and wanted to at least claim they had a part in it.

Still fresh off the battle to destroy Atlas, practically everybody had fallen asleep the moment the plane was airborne, turbulence be damned.

Well, until...

>You started having weird dreams again.
>You woke up in the middle of the flight.
>Other

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>>Previous threads can be found at: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Samsara%20Quest
>>For information about characters and the quest: http://pastebin.com/g1LAqp6s
>>I'm changing the way I quest, just to see how it works out. Instead of posting constantly and consistently for a full 'session', and then vanishing forever between sessions, I'm just going to hang around and continue making updates basically constantly, if intermittently.

Hellebore's Tower is, both an amazing, masterful structure that belies an intrinsic knowledge of manaflow through certain materials and also that of Analytical and Astral magic taken to the extreme... But also a hint of exactly how much one wizard can screw things up even if they have a step-by-step guide.

The blueprints you pore down at is a complex, elegant creation. While you haven't discovered all of the details behind how Ebonstone and void-gem functions, you can figure out how the structure would siphon the spare mana out of every person on the planet, except for one protected by the wards within the tower itself. With the right enchantments in the right locations, and the pattern of the tower's structure, when complete it would only take a single mote of magic energy to begin the process.

The only problem is that Hellebore was supposed to construct it, and botched it up as much as a wizard could botch something up and still have it function. The tower might have worked, when complete, but orichalium cables were just thrown askew, runes weren't in the correct locations, and the materials used weren't synthesized as purely as they could have been.

You sit back, closing your eyes. A loyal Demon- this one spun out of your knowledge on portals- obligingly opens one to your pocket dimension to stuff the rolled-up blueprints into. There's a lot of information in the blueprints you haven't figured out yet.

The Demonic Core, as it turns out, isn't the cure-all to your woes. They're useful, that's for sure. They seem to be 'shells' of magic that you can put any kind of spell or magic into, and control the shell the same way one controls a familiar. They're far more efficient and more convenient than dweomers. It seems like Hellebore fed her demons a copy of her synthesis core, so that she could speed up construction, while also using them as soldiers. The only downside- and it's a rather large one, for you- is that Demons can't use Analytical spells. You're still scratching at their abilities and their limits, but there's a lot of information you have to go through- veritable piles of books to read, magics to study, and Hellebore's Gate to dissect.

Sorcery, Yule's biological magic, Morrigan's history, Void-gem and Ebonstone... and the few inklings of dimensional magic that you've found... There's a lot of it to look through, and you've spent your time since the fight pouring through it.

>And what have you been studying the most?

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And what a year went by.

It saw the spawn of countless Hands all around the world. Big, white, shining balls, capable of natural gravity manipulation, the Hands get their name by the way they expand their bodies to wrap and crush their victims. Which is, mostly, every single thing that isn't themselves. Including other Hands.

This is because their natural enemies, the man-made Armas, are in very short supply. Armas are expensive to pay, risky to make, long to raise, and not everyone can be an Arma. Yet those who can, in this darkest times, often choose not to take that way to spare their memories and their bonds, since becoming an Arma is akin to rebirth.

One particular Hand now dwells underwater. It's one thousand times bigger than your average Hand, and, so far, it has seen no hostility. It moves, and sometimes, it rises from above. They call it, simply, "Big Hand".

Some Anythings saw the surface as well, logic-less beings that can't be erased by normal means. The world was sunk to stall them, and most of them still lie stuck deep, deep underwater, like a whole layer of earth made of strange images that tilt and wave, shaking reality. All sentinent, All waiting.

One who made it up was labelled "the Angel of Rivadavia". A massive, towering colossus of soft shapes and hard, darkened metal, it hovers the waters and roams without aim. Anyone unfortunate enough to be less than ten miles away from the Angel has its heart explode inside the chest. It's permanently being tracked down.

And more than a few underwater cities, the main supply of food and resources the surface dwellers rely on, have been already declared empty.

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It is the 31st century. A time of endless wars that rage on across human occupied space. As star empires clash, these epic battles are won and lost by giant war machines known as battlemechs. These awesome weapons of war are giant humanoid titans of metal, bristling with built in lasers, autocannons, and dozens of other lethal weapons with enough firepower to level entire city blocks. The men and women piloting these devastating machines are known as, Mechwarriors.

Your name is Nicholas Parker, a newly hired mercenary fresh out of academy looking to score what you thought would be the easiest payday of your life.

Stuck in a poverty stricken wasteland with a deadbeat father unable to keep food on the table, as well as a job that you hate never paying you enough at the end of the day, Signing on to a mercenary company sounded like a good way out. Especially if they were willing to pay for your education. You never thought you would see yourself piloting a battle mech. The money would be more than enough to support you out on your own as well as keep the family fed back home. They made it all sound like it would be a piece of cake.

Now you were already making your way planet side onboard a company dropship, staring down the biggest sum of C-bills you’ve ever seen. And all you gotta do is scan some lousy buildings and make it back to the dropship in one piece. The company was leasing out a mech for you, considering there was no way in hell you could afford your own, but the payday was still looking mighty fine, even after the expenses. There were still a couple of hours before making it to the landing site.

You wondered what it is you should do to kill time.

{majority vote will decide the course of action outside combat situations.}

>Find out exactly which towering death robot they expect you to drive.

>Get to know the people you'll be heading out with on this operation.

>Grab a nap so you'll be well rested for the mission.

>write in

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Subtitle: “Hurricane Matthew isn’t going to stop the grind.”
Twitter: @GunGaleQuest
Discord: https://discord.gg/J9Zzvec
Archive: #3 is not fully archived. Anno’s half was prewritten and is available here. http://pastebin.com/5UBxTGhJ

Your chest heaves for a few moments as you vacate what little you’ve ate in the last few days into the waste bin underneath your desk, clutching the rim of the trash can with weak fingers. You come to remember that the AmuSphere was recording – hauling yourself backwards to sit down and lean against your bed, trying to ease your breathing.

Your name is Aedhann, and over the last handful of days you’ve been fired from your job over a business trip, begun playing a VRMMORPG, assisted a government agent in detaining your former best friend, killed a man whom broke your door down, and went on a date with the aforementioned government agent – and to top it all off, gave someone whom was being a bit of a whore your address.

You’ve grown quite accustomed to virtual reality over time, though no conditioning would be able to support you in ignoring the body’s needs, which – on top of an elevated heart rate – has lead to you vomiting in a waste bin for some time.

The last time that something iffy happened, you ended up killing someone – so it’s time to take stock and do what you can do in a manner that doesn’t suggest you’re mentally disabled. You hear a faint ringing, which you might be able to confuse for tinnitus if it wasn’t the distinct ring of your phone.

> Lock the door and calm yourself down before moving back onto Gun Gale Online.
> Open your desk drawer and grab your gun. You might as well be ready in case shit goes awry.
> Check the caller ID and pick up the phone.

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You know this dream. It mocks you. It teases you with visions of grandeur. You don’t have it every night, but when you do, it is unchanged. Always the same events, yet you can never predict them. As you progress through it, you remember. Never different, never straying. You’ve begged the gods for an explanation, but they remain silent. Either ignorant of your inwards protest, or uncaring towards it, the damned dream marches on.

Standing at the bow of your longboat, you can feel the salt wind in your beard, and hear the worried shouts of the villagers that are just now seeing your arrival from the horizon. Gathering the children inside, trying to hide their valuables, setting the livestock free, grabbing whatever makeshift weapons they could find. None of it would matter. The men of the North were about to descend on them, and nothing short of the divine intervention of Odin himself could stop that.

Your boat hits the beach, rocking you and your men forward with the force. Almost immediately, your men drop their oars, pick up arms, and leap over the side of the ship. You quickly follow suit; no men respect a leader that will not fight beside them.

How do you hit the surf?

>Heavily, nearly sinking in to your ankles.
>Gives body type ‘Huge’. Bonus to axes and power. Penalty to daggers and stealth.

>By swinging down, and dropping the last few inches.
>Gives body type ‘Long-limbed’. Bonus to spears and thrown weapons. Penalties to daggers and axes.

>Rolling nimbly like a cat as you hit the beach.
>Gives body type ‘Athletic’. Only class that can dual-wield without training. Penalties to power and stealth.

>Like everyone else. Why would it be any different?
>Gives body type ‘Average’. Bonus to swords and unarmed. Penalties to two-handed weapons.

>With a bit of a shameful struggle.
>Gives body type ‘Small’. Bonus to stealth and daggers. Penalties to power, two handed weapons, and shields.