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You are Bones Cahonez, freshly trained spookster and amateur of the skeletal arts. You are preparing for your first Monster Mash, an event which takes place every halloween. Every skeleton is in an uproar over this event, however, only the most elite spooksters throughout the bonezone are allowed to participate. This is the first year you are of age to apply. However, you must hone your spooking skills to even stand a chance in entering the monster mash.
There are 30 days until the monster mash. You are in your house. What do you do?
((Roll 1d100, first to get over 40 is the action.))

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Previous: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/632154/
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I stare up at the ceiling of the old dragon's hoard, spreading my legs and arms as I rest on the largest pile of coins in the room. This really is comfortable, how could he sleep on all of this? Its just cold and hard, nothing enjoyable about it, I can't believe I found something harder to sleep on than a bed stuffed with straw and covered in dirt.

I groan and stand up, feeling the coins shift under me as I stretch my wings and look at the massive golden doors cutting this place off from the rest of the castle. I bite the back of my knuckle..yeah this place is still filled with everyone else we brought over here isn't it? not very private is it.

I sigh and fall back on the coins, and groan in pain as my wings fold unnaturally.

"Mistress?" Alith asks, struggling to run over the coins with her hooves "are you alright? did you lay on your wings again?"

"Yeah..." I say slowly as the former angel lays down next to me, looking actually worried about me, even though all I did was lay down wrong...such a sweet girl "Come here'

"Eh?" she gasps, turning a bit pinker as I pull her into a hug as I sit up, holding her head to my chest as she tries to stand up awkwardly "M..master, what are you doing?"

"Nothing" I say as I slowly brush her hair down "Just showing you how much I appreciate you is all...silly little horse, you think I'm hungry or something? I wouldn't be here if I was"

"...Maybe" she says, as she lays back down and closes her eyes, smiling and looking all satisfied "I am your property, so I wouldn't mind. But you do have a point, if you were hungry you'd seek out your mistress"

I'm really glad she's done being rebellious, she so much sweeter like this. I smirk and let go of her, running my hand down her flank as I sit next to her

"Clever girl" I chuckle as I rest my head on her horse half's back "But it's morning, so Iris and the rest are probably still sound asleep, and even if I was hungry...I can't really get into her room with all this"

I frown and rub my thighs and rump, and smirk as I give myself a quick slap and watch myself jiggle.

"You have magic to change forms, correct master?" Alith says dully "Couldn't you just shrink your body...or even just your lower half just a"

"NO!" I roar, making her back away, covering her head as she whines and whimpers, but doesn't run away from me "Noooo, why would I want to lose all of this? I couldn't stand it for even a second! I worked hard to get this bodacious, you know!"

"Sorry...I'm being a foolish little pony again" She mummers as I pat her head gently

"No, don't be, I just lashed out for no reason" I say softly "But...I'm still a little pissed off that you'd even suggest that I'd thin my succulent self down"

"Ow ow ow" Alith whimpers as I gently tug on her hair with my upper set of hands
cont

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Last time! In Falsehood of Gerosda you, the 15 year old Nathaniel Joesph, were previous playing around with Joan, Johnathan's daughter. But all the fun and games were ruined when Helios, the Sin Devil of envy walked within the throne room. He came in with Ruth aimed a rifle at the back of his head and claiming that he was only here to make a deal. But you have no idea of what this deal might be actually. When you only introduced yourself, in a stupid way at that, he only replied to you in a passive aggressive manner. And what was worse, was that you'd seemed to be made the ambassador. So far you've argued with the Sin >>652720 only to receive some words back at you that seemed to be mainly criticism. >>653298

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At the edge of the border between Valen lands and the Fae Forest ran a river. This river wove its way through the land, eventually curving deeper into a realm of the wood where trees had grown so ancient that their branches interlocked thickly enough to blot out the sky itself. The forest floor far below those majestic bows had long since forgotten what it was like to feel the warm touch of sunlight, or the cool grace of a full moon's night... Though, perhaps, that was a sort of blessing in its own way; A carefully constructed blanket of darkness, to allow its denizens a reprieve from the nightmares wrought by lunar scented bitter memories.

It wasn't long ago that the path into this shade cast forest awoke, and the sleepy woodland stirred awake. It had pursued you, the pressure of its gaze upon you elucidating just how meager your presence in this world was as the land itself came alive. You remembered the way your instincts had cried out, and the feeling of having your consciousness thrust from your body. You remembered the frigid chill of terror that had slickened your skin, and each fervent cry you had made for your knights to pull back and retreat - A command that had undoubtedly saved their lives, even as it brought a damningly immediate end to your initial attempt to retrieve your Testament.

There was nothing you could have done, then. A full army, trained and disciplined in combat, seasoned through campaigns of war, would have quailed. Then as now, the truth remained that there was little mankind could do to oppose the whimsy of nature, much less bear the full brunt of its wrathful attention. However, the fact that your Testament was held within was unchanged... Which means that your need to confront that overwhelming existence was the same as ever.

You had made the mistake of approaching it with the intent of conflict once before; The tools of man were hardly a capable weapon to wield against something of that magnitude. Thus your company had changed, choosing instead to meet the Lords of the Forest with a Representative of the primoridal flame... And perhaps, the aid of an apparition whose own origin was one and the same with the force you had come resolved to parley with.

Yet arriving at this winding river as only the beginning, and you were faced with a towering wall of branches and vines that made crossing to the otherside all but a pipe dream; A remnant of your last visit here, when you had fled the pursuit of the forest and found its dominion harshly restricted by the border of the river. It remained as it had when you left, with the unsettling addition of the watchful apparitions which had sentried your house now dotting its sheer face like cicadan husks. They stood out bleakly upon the otherwise verdant wall; Blackened carvings that yet resembled corpses clinging to the barrier as if they had yearned to return even as they burned.

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Eclipsed Moon Episode 137
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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.

Interlude: Demi-Goddess of Love

Sitting down in front of a simple Rock Paper Scissors matching game, a touch screen game you think would be more at home at a bar or a family restaurant than an arcade, you survey the scenes so unfolding. PB-chan sits across from the young man, Yoshi Sakurada. Not but a few minutes ago did you regale the Pink Bunny with your clever unraveling of the mystery concerning herself and the aspiring young musician now opposite her, and now you’ll have a front row seat to anything else that is to happen.

As they greet one another, and BB-chan passes with her date for the afternoon deeper into the cafe, you regret your inability to hear over the background noise of the arcade in general. Hands absentmindedly gliding across the touch screen, you play the game and stay focused on the back and forth.

You are Venus Aino. Rising young independent pop idol, composer, daughter of an international movie star, and a magical girl. The new Sailor Venus, heart brimming with youthful energy and the inherited duties left to you by your mother. Included in this is that you must rise in your mother’s place as the goddess of love, so for now you are doing what you can to observe and help along the love of others.

Honestly, you never thought you would be around long enough to experience something like that for yourself...so watching PB-chan and Sakurada is doubly important now. How the older pink haired girl handles drama will help inform your own looming coming of age. You can never call yourself the goddess of love until you experience it for yourself, so right now you will be the demi-goddess instead.

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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

???

>>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z4-20yY_jcQ

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Your name is John. You are a average guy, though you aren't very good with people. You are at a party. Your goal? Just act normal and have a good time, try and get laid perhaps?

The problem is the first goal. "Act normal." As if it was that easy. Your currently trapped in a conversation with some guy you barely even know. You don't even remember this guys name.

He's been talking your ear off for about an hour about things you honestly don't give two shits about. Speaking of shits, you need to take one. But you don't know where the bathroom is. On top of that, you need to eat and drink something, but the snack table is at the other end of the room.

What do you do/say?

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You are John Cena, the greatest wrestler who ever lived. You fight for hustle, loyalty, and respect. You do PR work and tell cancer kids to never give up. You are a hero to millions around the world.

Still the neckbeards from the internet cheer for indie midgets like Daniel Bryan and CM Punk instead. They chant "You can't wrestle" and "Cena Sucks" every time you get in the ring. They complain online and tell you to 'turn heel' and become an edgy villain instead.

You have finally had enough and decided to become the greatest heel pro wrestling has ever seen!

How do you begin your heel turn?

>A. Beat the shit out of a cancer kid

>B. Break Daniel Bryan's neck and cripple him

>C. Bury every vanilla midget cruiser-weight in the WWE

>D. Cut a lengthy promo on why Hitler did nothing wrong

>E. Announce your intention to join ISIS

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Twitter: QuestingQM

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

Last time on EDQ, we went underground, talked to the kobolds who didn't want an alliance, learned they are basically the Not!Romans, with a little bit of having a scottish accent and annoying Bessie/Horny, also known as Chrysoula, our second head's wife.

It's been four hours since you got in the crammed up car that the Legate gave you, complete with a driver. You could barely stand it, as it was way too hot, and Chrysoula kept complaining... Along with you being tired, and eventually you asked the kind kobold driver to pull over. And you made camp for the night, as the kobold driver apparently took a bundle of sticks out from his truck and lit a small fire, which you partially dislike, but that's just you. Chrysoula however, is pleased to not be literally crammed into the back of the car, and instead is stretching.

"...Why can't they just make cars bigger? For Alexander's sake, it's like they want me to suffer."

"I'd ask the same thing of the humans on the surface, but I don't think they can make a car that is sixty-four stories."

"Was that supposed to be a joke?"

"It's a better joke then that nickname you tried to give me... Dick, was it?"

"I can't think of anything better, damn it."

"Oh, I know Bessie. I know."

"...By the Gods, I hope you suffer." She mutters.

"Right."

"So, what exactly is the plan with these kobolds anyways? It doesn't seem like they want to be your friend too badly. And now we're helping them against the Dwarves."

Actions.

>Well, I just wanted them to stop expanding towards the dwarves, and I don't think the dwarves needed more land.
>I'd like an alliance. It means I don't have to cover more ground.
>Don't worry. After a few more conquests on the surface I'll get to them...
>I don't know shit about infrastructure or where their towns are. How are supposed to conquer a empire if we don't know where their shit is?
>Have you seen my empire? It's barely standing on four legs.
>Well... I was intending for my personal religion to spread down here and make them worship me like a god.
>...I just don't really feel like conquering more people.
>Write-In

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Last time, in which everything went fucking insane, we found ourselves in the world of SDF Macross, and our memories of two worlds collided: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/639142/

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


>>647378
You shake your head again, looking around.

You were in space, there was no doubt about it.

You turn, finding that the kid's ship was floating around as well, but he looked alive, good.

Argo taps your shoulder "So, Wolf, ya gonna tell us where we are?"

"Orbit of Pluto, they took the fucking island with them and we lost the FTL Dri-" you stop, blinking. How did you know all that!?

"Uh huh, as I thought, you do remember, you just don't want to admit it. I'm glad you decided to make me a Singer, rather than something like a bridge bunny, and you gave me the DVD, which helped me orient myself a lot, now, get your ass into the dock with Hikaru, I'm sure you've got some things to do"

This made no sense, but at the same time it made perfect sense. You hailed the kid's ship, rolling your eyes at his panicked face.

"W-where are we!?"

"Outer space, kid, come on, these things can fly out here, get your ass into the dock"

He nods numbly, and the two of you finally dock properly. You hail command as you park the Lucifer, getting a response from Yui.

"Ah, excellent, I see you have Argo with you, and I'm detecting our missing fighter next to you, even better! I believe that is everyone accounted for"

"So, you remember too?"

"Yes, though it is difficult to process two separate lives, and knowing that I have such a unique gift but not how to use it is troubling"

"E-excuse me, what is going on?"

"Nothing, Minmei, just go to sleep or something, we'll get you back with your folks as soon as their on board" Argo says, barely keeping her disgust out of her voice, if not her face, fortunately Minmei was behind her and couldn't see that, but you could see it in her eyes that she hated the blue-haired girl, now if only you knew why.

"O-okay..."

She curls up in her seat, quickly falling asleep, leaving you with Argo. You're not sure you want to leave your chair just yet, Yui looks like she has something to say, but at the same time you need to get that kid out of the VF-1.

Stay in your seat and talk to Yui
Go deal with the kid

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Welcome to infinite dungeon quest! We are trapped in the infinity dungeon and need to get out!

LAST TIME: We defeated the tree-king but kept one of his acorns to regrow the forest!

OUT ITEMS:Trident, blaster, AK 47, Suit of armor, Bad ass cloak, 1 bomb, 2 bags o' chips, robo-arm, magic leaf, and Acorn(tell me if I forgot any)

HP: 15hp

AMMO: AK 47: 23
Blaster: infinite

LAST THREAD:646253


Last thread died faster than any other thread so lets try to keep this tread up longer and I still need ideas for the next floor

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Well, I think I will start a civ game by now, it's my first so don't blame me if I'm not really knowing what to do.
First two choose race and place.
Just don't pick slimes, I found them utterly autistic

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In a world of shattered lands, where various islands are connected only by massive chains made of sorcery steel, a sprite with a small leather bag rapidly flies on glowing wings. He flies far above the links in order to keep to the shade the chain provides from the heat radiating from the Glow below. He lazily keeps his eyes on the hazy dot of an island that lies at the end of the chain, clouds few and far between in all directions in the Endless Sky.

Out of boredom and curiosity, the sprite flutters over to the edge of the shadow cast by the horizontal chain-link and glances at the Glow with an unimpeded view. Immediately his eyes grow wide with awe as he gazes upon it. His eyes trace the subtle variations in the white Glow in the depths of the Endless Sky. He watches as slightly off-white swirls of energy feed into other spirals of various shades of white, waxing images that shift into another a moment later. Images and patterns within the distant Glow relate their meaning to the sprite while he encounters the sheer magnitude of its absolute existence. An eternity passes for the sprite as he unconsciously descends, down towards certain doom.

His eyes lock onto a cloud that had floated into view, severing the core-shaking hold the Glow has on him. Squeezing his eyes shut, the sprite prays under his breath, "Thank you, Divine Glow," His voice, though barely a whisper, shakes and cracks. "Bless or curse me by your will, I shall accept my fate as it's given."

With his entire body quivering and his previous elation replaced by the hammering of his heart, the sprite hovers unlit as he breathes. After the thudding reverberating through his ears calms, the sprite processes the sound of a pair of voices talking loudly.

"-be a hero!" One of the children was saying, voice cracking with excitement and telltale sign of early puberty.

"Yeah, yeah! Me too!" Another voice says. The sprite pinpoints the source of the voices - a human boy and a girl around 14, dressed in nothing more than crudely stitched together rags. The sprite stayed to watch the two talk.

"Yeah, and we'll both be heroes together!" The first child says. "First we'll get a pair of white letters with our names on it, calling for our help In no time we'll be fightin' pirates, savin' people, explorin' new lands, we'll do it all, just like in Mom's stories." He suddenly turns towards the other child, his sister the sprite assumes, and dramatically brandishes a short metal pipe. In response the sister drew a rusty wrench of her own, giggling as her brother speaks in a deeper tone, "Stand down and release the daughter of the Duke!"

"Never!" The sister proclaims with a grin. The two begin to playfully fight with their impromptu weapons, resulting in a chorus of clinking metal and laughter.

> [Cont.]

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SECUNDUS

Silent and careful, you and your companion step out of the small hospital room where she bandaged the injuries to your face; your left eye is blind now, and the swath of bandages covers much of the left side of your face and head. Your savior opens the doorway from the short, barely lit hall to another room, a room that looks more like a museum of sorts, or perhaps the back room of a circus side show. Glass jars line shelf after shelf after shelf. Teratological horrors, preserved animals, glinting fluid, limbs shorn from carious creatures, tissue from obscenities and beauties, gloriously intact and tragically defaced.

There must be hundreds, perhaps a thousand or more of the jars, of all sizes. Each is labeled in neat, delicate script, the suppleness of Nyean-Neither's hands lending itself to her lovely writing. She takes your hand gently and leads you through the stacks of preserved remains and abortions of life, moving in speedy ways and yet in silence save for the soft rush of her slacks. You catch only glimpses of the beautiful horror of the place, and perhaps that is for the best, as you can see movement elsewhere, through the yellowing liquid and gruesome tapestry of preserved aberrations. “We cannot linger here; my kin would not be pleased to find you here,” she whispers in warning.

Such a thing you can easily imagine, though you only have the vaguest of memories of such incidents

defilerblasphemersorcerermadman begone from this place lest I banish thee to the Wastes of Kadath to die unsung how dare you foul witchtemptressvilewomanchildharlot

occurring in your past. But it is the now where you are endangered, and you hope your sister is clever enough to not have followed you to this place.

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You are Brianna la Croix, currently bereft of your shadow. You're going to need to get her. You feel weird, not casting one.

You give Nate a brief hug. "I'm going to go retrieve her."

"What if she's...renegade?" Nathan asks, awkwardly.

"Listen for me yelling 'No, what are you doing, I created you!'. It's a bit traditional by now."

"Would you -"

"Yes, I'd let those be my last words," you tell him. "Because that's how it fucking goes. You fucked up in the way a million other people have fucked up, you knew it was coming, you did it anyway, so you /shout the phrase/, and then you /die painfully/, and wait for the next person in line to fuck up."

"...When you put it that way..."

"We're only crazy from the outside," you opine, before you set off for Raven Shrine.