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>You are Maple Son-Mahogany, one of two young Tuffle twins thrown at Earth starting in early Dragon Ball by your "father," Dr. Raichi

>"Canon" had already taken a sharp turn from the "norm" when you began, and through your actions, choices, and dialogue, took even further turns from the "norm," and will probably continue to do so

>Stats and dice mechanics are used, and can be explained again as needed

>Let's all try to have some fun, ok?

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Last time, on Dragon Ball Tuffle Quest Z! You encountered the other Saiyan prince, Tarble, as the World Martial Arts Tournament began! Acer and Tien faced off in the first round, with a surprising double-knockout disqualifying them both! Meanwhile, you had your rematch with Vegeta! It was a fierce battle, one of the toughest you've ever fought, but by the end of it...

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“Take your pleasure when you can, perform your duties when you must.” - Traditional saying.

There's something different about Lize, something you can't quite pinpoint. A kind of maturity, perhaps, as though she had aged a great deal in the few weeks you were away. Perhaps it's to be expected – after all, she's killed something now, ended a life with her own two hands.

Even if it's a beast, a monster that needed to be put down, that changes a person. Maybe not in a vast and overwhelming way, maybe just a little bit, but it changes them nonetheless. In Lize's case, it seems to have toughened her up, giving her a newfound confidence and sense of purpose... mostly. There have been times when her attention is elsewhere, when she doesn't think you're looking at her, and her guard drops a little. At those rare moments, the mask slips to reveal a different face.

She looks... scared.

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(This is an alternate history where Jan Smuts held on in South Africa and was able to let loose the immigration gates turning South Africa less black and way more white and asian)


You're a young graduate of Jan Smuts University, the most prestigious college in the South African Federation with a PhD in Economics. After working three years at a bank you decide to run for city council, right in the neighborhood you grew up in. The demographics of your neighborhood are as following

White: 42%
Asian: 24%
Black: 21%
Mixed: 10%
Other: 3%

You answer several questions on the electoral candidacy form and you have two left

What is your race?

White
Asian
Black
Mixed
Other

What party are you?

Labour Party: Hard Left-wing socialism, popular among unions and some of the poor
Progressive Party: Center-left, popular among non-technical college educated whites and Asians
Federalist Party: Moderate-Authoritarian, popular among the middle class among all races
Free Democratic Party: Libertarian, popular among rich of all classes and many Asians
National Republican Party: Hard Right-wing, white-nationalism popular among Afrikaner, German and other "Aryan" stock

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[Based primarily off of Digital Devil Saga, Deus Ex, and Genocyber - for your questing enjoyment, Cyber Demon Quest]
[Read the last thread here! >>613821 ]
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[Character Sheets: http://pastebin.com/Tw5BFQ1B ]

LAST TIME, ON CYBER DEMON QUEST
Your name used to be John Smith, and you used to be a relatively mild-mannered freelance cracker, someone who steals corporate secrets to trade and deal, in the towering city of Neo York. However, after an apparent job gone wrong for currently unknown reasons, you've been turned into Saurian, a mechanical creature known as a Steelshape; half a ton heavy, about 7 feet tall, and 200% murder-metal.

After escaping from Goetia Enterprises' towering headquarters, the place where you became a Steelshape, you went and slaughtered your way through several pussy PMCs, killed the Steelshape Kajiu, and then were attacked by Steelshape Berserker when you decided to try checking your old apartment.

You narrowly escaped death by punch, and proceeded to eat Berserker. Good meal.

After that, you decided to go to the Edge, the outer ring of Neo York where the poor, destitute, and downtrodden live (you lived in the Digs, the middle middle-class section, and in the center lies the towering Metro). After making a racket, you attracted the attention of four teens: Ava, Liv, Noah, and Cadmium (who goes by Cad). You pretended to be a wild animal sort of thing, but Cad wasn't fooled, sussed out your true function, and you shocked them with your sentience before making your escape.

Somewhere between those events, you also discovered that Neo York is inside a giant dome.

However, before you could leave, Liv begged to come along. You cautiously said okay, and then found out she was a total psychopath who literally has a fetish for violence. You killed some people, filled your stomach, and then asked her who she wanted to die. She said Ava or Noah, and you decided to go back and kill Ava.

Unfortunately, she was dead on arrival, killed by Steelshape Puma, who you engaged in combat and killed, and then ate. You have her very heavy sword as a trophy and memento.

Then, you were attacked by the White Skulls, an elite PMC group with a reputation for killing every and all witnesses, and actually capable of harming you. They used some sort of incendiary liquid to clear out your stomach's contents and force you into a rage state. This proved to be a fatal mistake for all of them.

You killed them all brutally, ate a couple of them, and then passed out. When you awoke, Cad led you to their hangout and home: a coffee shop owned by Cad's parents. You smuggled yourself into the attic, metamorphosed, and then relaxed while Liv fell asleep next to you.

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Demons. Eldjötnar. Oni. Asura. Jinn. Monsters.

Whatever they are called, they now rule the world. On December 21st, 2012, the barrier separating Earth from what is now called the Eskathos ruptured, and these twisted creatures emerged from the Breach to gorge themselves upon the flesh and souls of humanity and sate their endless appetite for wrath, pride, envy, insincerity, falseness, boasting, and bellicosity.

Mad Wendigo spreads frozen wastelands and devours all those unlucky enough to cross its path. Radiant Lucifer spreads his devout cult of personality throughout the world. Jealous Andhaka abducts the wives of his despairing subjects. Two-faced Shezmu drowns northern Africa in orgies of wine and blood. Hidden Vucub-Caquix usurps day and night in South America. Arrogant Arachne weaves her monstrous fashion out of hair shaved from the heads of beautiful maidens. Evil-eyed Balor wages war and battle in Ireland and its neighbors to expand his kingdom.

Demons were not the only ones to return, however. Soon after the Breach opened, the Relics awakened their power. Only these men and women, mortal embodiments of divine weapons and tools, hold the power to match the forces of the Eskathos.

Excalibur and its Sheath arose first, followed by the Thunderbolt, the Tower of Babel, the Brahmastra, Gungnir, the Was and the Smoking Mirror.

The Relics defend human civilization and gather their strength until the day comes when they can lay siege to the Breach and assail the Eskathos itself.

You are one of them.

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THE END OF THE AFTERMATH: A RYUKUZA SIDE QUEST

When the God of Destruction rose from Japan and brought the wrath of Amaterasu down upon that little island, things did not go so well elsewhere.

The Ghost Dance ended with the rising of Raven to enact revenge upon the invaders from Europe, striking their cities with earthquake and hurricanes, but not protecting his own people from the resulting disasters; the Rainbow Serpent rose and drove all men and women mad upon the island continent of Australia; the Undead and the Lycanthropes cast off the final shackles of humanity and ravaged the European nations; Africa stayed much the same, save that the spirits woke and the witches rose from their sleep, which only impacted those tribes bent on using the trappings of civilization to rule their neighbors.

Far worse has happened as well. Dreams became living nightmares, the threshold between waking and sleeping vague and nebulous. R'leyh rose from the ocean, but the sleeping priest-creature that supposedly lies dead within it has not risen yet. The lonely places where men studied and investigated the continent of Antarctica have fallen silent, and no one knows what happens there. Civilization has not fallen yet; the cities are not burning, and power still flows through the ley-lines of copper, water and food still flows from the breadbaskets of the world, though more slowly, and with less mouths to feed. Magic has also returned in abundance, ready to be taken by the fearless and the bold, or the foolish and the careless. The greatest and the oldest cities of the world are protected, as though by nameless, potent gods or the will of some compassionate being, while fictional gods and demons live in the world. Only a fool takes anything at face value now, and paper money has given way to coin, steel, and flesh in barter and trade.

In a city unnamed, you run down streets made of darkness, limbed by white and yellow flame; your sister is lost, and you must find her again. Together you might make it through this place to the to where where there is safety, but alone you will undoubtedly fall victim to those strangers and beasts who live here. The pale globes of amber light that shine upon the white walkways that frame the black road illuminate the detritus of a city in slow decay; sacks and parcels of trash laid our for those who will never pick it up, wandering shadows of men or women lost and forlorn eking out a miserable existence in the night, glowering men-at-arms with weapons that an still spit death and armored against the fool who might believe himself stronger than the peacekeepers.

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"How are you doing up there buddy?" Zeus asked you from his seat in the back of your F-14. This question breaking the silence of the late patrol.

You had taken off just before dusk, the setting sun casting the final rays of the day's light as you took off with your wingmate following you up in a sedate climb.

Your patrol had been extended well past midnight because the flight that was meant to be replacing you had ingested some debris while on the runway.

From what you were able to gather from the guy in the control tower back at the airbase. The first bit of debris had been ingested by the lead aircraft as it taxied towards the runway with his wingmate in tow. This caused many of the compressor fans inside the lead aircraft's engines to shatter, sending more debris into the engines of his wingmate, causing the exact same problem.

As such, you had been ordered to refuel from a KC-135 and return to your patrol pattern. You were forced to fly with NVGs so that you could actually pick out things in the dark, even if everything was shaded in many different shades of green.

Zeus's question was not something you hadn't expected. Weiss had joked earlier that you were still on edge from your "little nightmare".

Or maybe you were overthinking Zeus's question and he was wondering if you were still awake...

>"I'm doing fine."
>"I'm holding up..."
>Act like you are asleep.
>Other (write in)

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After 7 days and 7 nights Uryū can barely stand up anymore.
His pulse is sky high, his breathing irregular and his reiryoku reserves are completely exhausted.
Jakob looks at him witch condescending eyes and for the first time he draws his handgun and fires 5 shots.
The young Ishida dodges two Heilig Pfeils by jumping right, then another two by jumping left and finally he ducks under the final one.

He looks at the gun the elderly quincy points at him and speaks.
"That... that gun is not a Holy Weapon."

Jakob twirls the silver handgun around his finger and holsters it.
"Ya' got good eyes whelp."
He pauses for a moment.
"And since you managed to dodge them I'll give you a reward and share my history with you, including why I hate your old man.
I was always a bit of a failure as a Quincy. I always sucked at collecting reishi and I can't produce a Holy Weapon even if my life depends on it.
After a great curse befell my dear mother I was determined to get stronger and avenge her.
But since I lacked the talent for ordinary quincy techniques I had to get creative by filling pouring all my reiryoku into gintō.
My training had two effects. Firstly I could freely practice magic and my natural spirit energy reserves greatly expanded.
This gun is my own creation, a sort of substitute which was originally meant to compensate my weaknesses but nowadays it's a symbol of what I am.
I had to replicate my fathers gun with pure silver and then I enchanted it with numerous runes so it functions just like a Heilig Bogen."

"That's certainly interesting but that has NOTHING to do with my father!"

"On the contrary, it has everything to do with him.
Your father had the gall to call me a mock quincy while prancing around his self given title of "The Last Quincy".
It makes my blood boil whenever I recall that bastard insulting ME, the one who not only expanded but reinvented quincy spellcasting!"

Suddenly the realization dawns on Uryū.
Up until this point his master didn't use anything other than spells, each more potent than what he thought to be possible.
He was telling the truth.

"Oh? You figured it out huh?
Well then... Time for your last trial!"
He takes out one hand from his pocket and raises it high into the air.
"SPRENGER!"

From the five points where his holy arrows hit the ground blue spirit energy begins pouring outward, binding Ishida in place while the spell goes off and shakes the very foundations of the hospital above them.
When it ends Ishida is left standing in the middle, gravely wounded but certainly alive.

For the first time Jakob begins praising him.
"Good!
It seems you can finally use it at will... Blut Vene."

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You’ve got a job to do here, and you don’t know how much time you have left to finish it. You don’t know if the Krauts have got some kind of surprise in store for you somewhere on the sub. And Freedom is looking to run straight into if if she’s just gonna rush straight into uncharted territory like an idiot. That Agent wasn’t kidding when he said that these Majestic people weren’t the most competent bunch. Freedom’s blonde locks flutter as she runs down the hallway to an unknown fate, you pull Diane into your arm, locking her arm into the crook of your elbow as you make a made dash for the golden haired magical girl. She struggles against your grip as you do, whimpering as you keep her from trying to slaughter whatever remains of the crew of the submarine. You leap forwards, managing to grab her by the hand just as she’s almost about to leave your reach. Jeez, she’s heavy as a pile of bricks. Maybe all it has something to do with all that metal they shoved into her. You struggle to pull her back, and she gives you a quizzical look as you do.

“Hey, what gives? We’re supposed to send this hunk a junk to the bottom, and I’m not leaving until we do.” You roll your eyes at the girl’s protests and drag her and Diane back to the makeshift fortification that they just left.

“And I’m supposed to get you outta here in one piece! You’re justing making my job harder!” She pouts, you turn away from her, in an attempt to resist her try at persuading you. The other Majestic troops are already tending to their fallen comrades. One’s even helping

“C’mon, let’s get these boys outta here!” You shout at them, they look up at you in apprehension, but are quick to follow through with your order. Freedom’s toned arms wrap around Archer’s body, hefting her over a shoulder. Your little group of soldiers and magical girls makes their weay through the labyrinth of corridors that compose the massive submarine. Things are going well, for now. Until you hear the tapping of boots on metal, but see no one.


Uh oh, not them again.

You barely have time to call out a warning before a glowing blue baton slams into your ribs, hard. You can hear the cracking of your ribs as they splinter. You wheeze as you stumble back from the invisible soldier’s strike.

[x] Ignore them, you gotta get out of here.
[x] Get back to the group and have them deal with it.
[x] Write in

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Hey /qst/!

I got this book, and I've been messing around with it all day. It's actually a fucking awesome way to generate characters. I originally made a post on /tg/ until I realized that it was more appropriate for here. So let's play a little game, shall we?

The book is too big to upload, but fortunately it's step by step and very simple. Each step, you roll some dice on a table to find out what features your character has. So, I'll tell you all what to roll, you reply to my post with the dice roll. Simple, no?

Let's have two characters to start, a male and a female.

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You sit at the table with Georg and Paula, eating... whatever this is. Is it soup? Hard to tell.
It is etable though, so you eat it.

"So you really can't use magic, huh?" Paula asks.
"Nope" You reply. "Just like how you guys can't use soul"
"Good point" Paula says.

"In spite of all that, you're pretty good. You seem like you'd make a fine striker" Georg says. "I thought you were done for when Rhea tossed you up, but then you came right back down"
"I knew she'd do that" You say. "She always did that when we were training"

"Right, I'd forgotten that you trained with them" Paula says. "Are they really as rowdy a bunch as we've heard?"
"Pretty much" You say.
"And what's up with that other guy, the one who's got everyone abuzz?" Georg asks.
"... me?" You ask.
"No, not you" Georg says. "The other one. Black hair, uses a sword, name starts with an R"
"You mean Derrick?" You ask.
"That's the one!" Georg says. "Now why did I think that started with a R?"
"Pip calls him Ricky" You say.
"There it is" Georg says. "Anyway, there's somebody who came outta nowhere. I don't think I've ever heard of him before, but supposedly he's pretty close to the Commander"

"You've never heard of him?" Paula asks. "Odd... I could swear I've heard that name before somewhere..."

>Wait, what's a striker?

>I could ask him

>Ask about other things they've heard

>Other

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>Information

This quest takes place long before the events of The Last Airbender. Long before Aang, Roku, Kyoshi, Kuruk, or Yangchen. You play as a young Earthbender from a small village in one of the many Kingdoms scattered across the main continent. As a powerful villain strives to dominate the world, you will be forced to make choices that can stop it, aid it, or have no effect whatsoever.

>Rules

After each update I make, there will be a voting period of ten minutes. Once ten minutes have passed, whatever option has the most support will be the winner.

Write-ins are accepted, but only when specified If you see a write-in option, suggest whatever you like. If not, choose from the options I have provided.

Sometimes, rolls will be required. I will assign them, and they will operate under a d100 system. You will have three chances, and if one of the rolls succeeds, you pass. There are no crits, but I do take into account how much you succeed or fail by.

I reserve the right to veto certain write-ins, but will try to avoid doing so.

I hope you all have fun

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The year is 2175
Civilization collapsed a long time ago. Noone knows who shot first. Here you are, having survived to your current age in the hell.
You come up to what used to be a city, long ago. You need supplies, food, water, anything to get you by.
Untold dangers await, what do you do?

RULES:
Food + Water: roll 1d6 as your starting amount. The result is how many days worth you have. Rolling a 1 is just enough to get through the current day.

Weapons: Roll 1d6
1- Unarmed
2- Basic hand weapon (hammer, screwdriver, kitchen knife, tire iron, etc)
3- Good hand weapon (sledge hammer, sword, barbed wire bat)
4- Hand gun, basic
5- Better gun (rifle, shotgun, semi-auti weapon)
6- Any combination of 2 of the previous 5

Ammo- Roll 2d20, that's how many rounds you have for your current gun. If you dont have a gun, its your choice of kind.

Encounters will be determined be settled by the a d6 roll.
You will gain extra die as you get better at certain skills.
When you roll multiple, you choose which one to use.
At the end of each day, you will have the option to gain a die in a skill you successfully used.

Damage is generalized as mild -severe. Too much damage and youre dead.

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Karthen is burning. You watch from a field of Hiatha flowers that lay in full bloom, the ground wet with blood. The sky tinted a blackish red. From the sea, a great black serpent slowly rose and crawled through the town, tearing down buildings as it approached you. Slowly, it lowered its head to you, each eye as large as you, and it stared into your soul. You fell backwards as it let out a huff of breath at you, fire began to spread into the field, and as you seemingly could not stand up, the great fire and heat began to lick the sides of your vision.

You wake up sweating.

The morning light shines directly on your face, feeling warm. You stand up and slip on your travel cloak. Simple brown leather, unassuming. Your serpent scale cloak should only be worn during ceremony, and battle. Only the Durat Lon and the chief should wear their cloaks outside of ceremony.

Maya is awake, sitting alone at the fire pit in the common room.

“You were restless, tossing and turning in your sleep.” She looks up at you for a brief moment, before staring back into the fire. There’s sadness in those eyes.

>I dreamt of death.
>It was nothing. I’ll be fine.

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The day could not be more pleasant as you ride forth from the gates of Volterra. The second of May is Mercoledi, Mercury's day, auspicious for travel if you believe the astrologers. Peasants throng the road, chatting as they return to their fields and properties, now that the previous day's celebration has ended. Most are small farmers, returning to weed their strips of land or plant peas and beans to enrich the soil. After a few miles they disperse down smaller tracks, and you are left alone on the road save for a party of three salt merchants, no doubt grateful for the protection of armed traveling companions.

Sir Lomar speaks freely about the Bishop when you ask him. He is not very flattering in his appraisal.

> His Excellency? A tired old fool, to be sure. Hard to imagine him being sore after out little rebellion, I suppose. His nephew's the head of the household, and he fled with all his retainers when he saw armed men in the streets. The Belforti palazzo's now the property of the Priors. Maybe they'll give it back to him when he starts cooperating.

The old man adjusts himself in his saddle. His wool doublet is much too small, and seems to be itching him.

> He was a soldier, you know, before he was a bishop. Second son of Bernardo Belforti, fighting Volterra's little wars and serving as a mercenary for Pisa, against the Ferentines -- that was before they had the Duke,mind you. Then the old bishop, God rest his soul, passed on, and Ottavio was called home, informed of his duties, and sent to university to prepare for his new office. The bishop's always been a Belforti, at least for a hundred years. Well, that will soon change, along with other things in Volterra. When he dies, we'll have a proper election: assemble the heads of all the parishes, big committee meeting, that sort of thing.

As the road stretches onward into the north, you pass out of the domains of Volterra and into the lands of the Frescobaldi. Sir Lomar warns you that the nobles that rule this stretch of road are exiles from Ferenza, sent packing by a rioting mob a few years before the Duke came. Apparently their keep and village are far off, on the other side of the Arno, but these lands belong to them as well.

Shylock and Carlo: hearing this, the servants lower their voices and the salt merchants draw their mules closer. The merchants -- the man Jacopo, his brother, and his son -- were talking with the servants about the battle a few days ago. Muso, the burly footman, cannot remember the details. He was looking over the walls when it happened, but he has very bad eyesight and couldn't really tell. Pepe the stableboy and Tossa the maid were both hiding during the battle, so they have no details to give. The merchants are very curious how Ernando and all the militia managed to drive off the knights -- they could never dream of facing mounted men like that!

Despite all the worrying, you pass through the Frescobaldi lands without incident.