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Stage 137: Chivalrous Organizations, Violent Groups, Eight-Nine-Three.

It goes without saying that it's a first for you, because really you've never actually done it before. Kiki-hime sleep snug in a mass of satin and silk, while you sit next to her, combing out your hair. You are clean and dry, as is she, though you did have to carry her to bed. She has a sweet little smile across her soft lips, and is breathing deeply and evenly. You can feel her sleeping in your mind, that strange awareness that you feel whenever any of your family sleeps. You're not entirely sure where it comes from, or why it happens, but it has been invaluable so far.

Worrying about it is just going to annoy you at the moment.

Still, having pleasured your wife into unconsciousness is definitely a milestone. Not really one you were trying for, but you have a lot more energy than you're used to having. There is the nagging thought that the Ruyi of Horobi might have something to do with it but you're not sure. You weren't a true demigod before either, and the two facts are confusing the issue. Your certain you'll figure it out once you get rid of the ruyi, but you can't do that until you've dealt with Enma-Oh and his subordinates. Unlike the others you have plans for today, most of which involve thinking and meditating on your objectives and goals.

But they don't need to deal with that, not today. Today they are going to have a lot of family time, and you're going to make sure of it. You can smell breakfast in the other room, and you debate on whether or not to wake Kiki-hime, though you know she was up awfully early last night. Most of your family is used to strange sleeping hours, and the few who aren't actually slept, with the possible exception of Er Yin-sensei; you're not sure how she sleeps, when she does, as a general rule. Then again you have no idea what she did in a Barrier for over a hundred years; it seemed awfully boring while you were there.

Finishing with your hair you come to one of the more important decisions of the day. You always have to think hard about clothing, but this time what you wear may influence your family in a variety of ways. So you have to be careful about your choices.

Though going nude for the entire day has a certain sort of appeal to it.

[] Sweats – ultra casual!
[] T-shirt and jeans – ordinary lady!
[] Silk pants and short robe – elegant master of the house!
[] White robes – purify yourself today!
[] Blouse and Slacks – simple and clean!

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Character Gen: What Can Go Wrong

General rules:

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

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

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

Combat mechanics are up in the air. Suggestions are welcome. I want to try to move it a bit away from just having video game mechanics of trading blows.

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

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A bead of sweat runs down your face as you open the paneling, exposing the guts of the navigation. Despite having two and a half feet of insulation separating you from the solar winds outside, the bridge is still uncomfortably hot, especially with your jumpsuit on. But you just have to deal with it — there’s no power to waste on comfort when you’re going to tunnel. Following the neatly coupled cables, you search in frustration.

You think out loud, “What do you mean no power?”

Seven years have passed by without much respite. You spent countless hours retrofitting your ship, searching for parts while watching the universe slowly die, everything converging and devouring itself. You’ve waited for this day. For a problem to come up now after checking over everything multiple times, it can only mean one thing.

“Blinky, get out of there!” you shout, “Stop playing around!”

Flying out, an insect with white, shining chitinous armor chirps around you, the bright blue streak on its back brilliant as ever. You sigh in relief when the current is visibly restored.

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” you attempt to reprimand. “Listen, don’t do that when we’re going to warp, okay?”

It hums in acknowledgement and flitters out of existence, appearing across the bridge a second later. You shake your head as you get up. If the Professor was here, he would lose his mind seeing a blinkbug on the ship; they have a terrible habit of disrupting circuitry “for fun” after all. Despite that, it’s all you have for company, so you gladly welcomed it.

You take a deep breath, lowering onto your chair. Nervously, you exhale. Laying your hands upon the controls, you brace yourself in case everything goes horribly wrong and you turn into stardust. No going back now.

You are Ava Faraday, proud owner of the Voyager…

>a Salvager ship, equipped with a plasma cutter and force field along with a plasma Mk I. [+2 to repair rolls]
>a Scouter, equipped with a stealth field and advanced sensors. [+2 to speech rolls]
>a Destroyer, equipped with a plasma Mk II and 2 EMP missiles. [+2 to pilot rolls]
>a Frigate, equipped with 2 laser Mk I guns and a small armory.
[+2 to non-ship combat rolls]

[Your ship will undoubtedly go through innumerable changes as you make your journey, so consider this as a starting point.]

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Transformers quest; combat with 1d100 roll. The conflict takes place on cybertron, then earth. You are the leader of the wreckers, a elite combat force dedicated to stopping the decepticons right in their tracks. First, we will choose our appearance and our team.

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Werewolf Reich Quest is quite literally just Nazi Experimental Quest. Head back now if you think this is a new quest.

Also thanks to the famalam for archiving last EDQ. In addition updating today will be sort of slow, but I'll try my best famalams. Expect lots of phoneposting.

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Last time on Werewolf Reich we used the power of PLOT RETCON and narrowly avoided bringing FRANKLIN ROOSEVELT BACK FROM THE DEAD!

Oh, and we got a new friend, a kobold named Hans. And we talked to the President who invited us to NATO, and we decided to say "...Eh?" to him.
>inb4 Wolf NATO.

Twitter: QuestingQM
Character Sheet: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1dbHfLvUNQVM4qsomLlvpMOEWO7IDEf1fmC1ICYzJBdA/edit

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It's been two weeks since you left for Berlin and found Hans, and right now you are fucking tired. Since for most of the past two weeks you've either been doing "politics" or just trying to work. Ivanka even joined in and you noticed she lost some weight. Not a lot, but just a little. She was the only person to actually be eager about doing something. Everyone else gripped and moaned but you dragged them to do this. And literally in some cases, such as Kutyvoka.
Kutyvoka's nurse friend however, for the past two weeks, has been terrified and you find her hiding practically everywhere. Kutyvoka treats this like a game of hide and seek of sorts, and seems to greatly enjoy another person's company. Even if it's not welcomed. And actively feared.

Of course, by the end of the second week, construction was *almost* done. But then snow started to fall. And to think you made a habit out of going to church every Sunday with Ritter...

Of course, this meant Winter finally got off it's ass of sort of being there, and made it a full-time commitment.
For the past two days you just saw snow land outside, and construction has been nonexistent since then. Great. The only progress was Ritter and Hans working together, although slowly.

Which means once you get a call from your dad, you aren't really prepared for it.
You pick up the phone, and put it to your ear.

"Hey uh, who's this?"

"It's me, your father Stojan. I need to talk to you about something."

"Am I in trouble?"

"No... I'm just... I need you to help me with something."

"Oh. Like what?"

"Mostly advice."

"Advice for what?"

"I'd prefer not to say over the phone, but I'd like to talk to you. And no, this isn't a lecture or anything."

"That's nice."

Actions.

>Where are you dad? I'll be right over.
>...Is this a father son bonding thing? Oh my God! Thanks dad!
>Come on, you can tell me over the phone. Who would be listening in? We don't even have an intelligence service yet.
>...Sorry but uh, there's snow everywhere. So no.
>...I liked your lectures. It made me a better person.
>I'm proud to say that I've been going to church every sunday, dad.
>Write-In

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They usually call you the broken horn Leader, and you've got used by now, so you can't help turning your head when someone says something's broken.
That doesn't matter now. Oh, not now. You gaze into the horizon, at the sharp line between sky and blue, from the giant, framed, half-spherical window of the colossus of a ship that is the Greathorn, where your kin, the himehorns, reside to survive over the sunken world.
Very few is known about Leateli. These few facts, however, lean on very hard proof:

-She murders for some reason.
-Widely unpredictable.
-Brown hair and eyes, clothes are stitched rags of brown shades that don't match at all, looks like 14.
-Never alone.
-Highly dislikes those who cry.
-If she dies, it's the end of the world.
-If she sleeps, it's the end of the world.
-She's coming to the Greathorn, ETA: 11 min.

And there is one solid fact you can't shake about you:

-You are /not/ ready for this.

You are the broken horn Leader. You run the Himehorn Support Center from your high room in the Greathorn, to help and keep track of your kin wandering outside.

And, as it turns out, everyone else.

"You somehow lured the cursed nohorn straight home. Congratulations."

It's a small voice, the voice of your small Leader. You turn around from the gigantic half-sphere, and stare straight into the small, frowning horned little thing in a small black robe that is your Leader, the Leader of your Herd. You stand speechless.
As you enter the Support Center again, both Roomba and Ado turn to look in unison.
"Leader is ordering a mass evac." you say blankly, still unable to swallow the whole thing.
Ado grimaces. "For all we know of the girl, she could blow us the fuck out of the sky if she feels like it. Or make us kill each other as we sing, I dunno."
"Do we have a plan?" Roomba asks. She DOES seem worried.
"Look," says Ado, "she doesn't know who you are. Or your voice, like, at all; that thing-" he points at the U shaped desktop "swaps your voice between each call automatically. Nobody knows who you are."
"So I could send anyone I want to meet her." you state, "calmly".
Roomba stands. "I could go. I can't exactly die, broken horn Leader, so you shouldn't worry." She manages a faint smile.

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Welcome to Study Break Dungeon, the slowly-updating quest that requires rhetoric to win!

You and four of your fellows have entered the first room of the ANCIENT TOWER, a spooky and apparently infinitely tall spire full of dangerous creatures, traps, and guys who look really girly. Supposedly at the top of the tower is the INFINITY TREASURE, which means EVERYTHING YOU COULD EVER WANT, FOREVER. This tower even bridges universes, bringing together adventurers from many lands to attempt to conquer it.

To start, the first five players to respond, pick a CLASS and offer me the names of [B]TWO CLASS POWERS - just the names, not the descriptions. Any sort of class will do: fantasy preferred, but anything you feel like playing as will be fine. Claim a character ONLY if you will be able to play. If you miss two updates in a row (you have generous time), your character will be shelved and replaced with a new one unless you return and there's a free spot open.

Everyone else, DO NOT DESPAIR - You can freely suggest deadly traps, actions for the monsters, and taunt the adventurers. I will pick from the options you present with WHATEVER IS FUNNIEST.

CAPS LOCK!

Further game mechanics will be explained when the FIVE ADVENTURERS ARE CLAIMED and thus we are READY TO BEGIN!

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>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 will be expanded upon;
http://pastebin.com/WAYN2D3D

>Supplemental video;
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8oWAb5NVALw

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Oh shit nigger(s) it's the aftermath of Civ Thing and all the tribes who inhabitited the nondescript generic fantasy land has all been enslaved (in varying degrees) by The Kingdom ruling the aforementioned nondescript generic fantasy land.
Now they must either accept their fate or break out and free their own tribe. Other tribes optional.

Your current protagonist is a member of the goblin tribe, which was absorbed into The Kingdom and now live as citizens of the Kingdom
You are also secretly another heir to the manlet throne, Prince Imp II.

Currently you're in the middle of a regular work day at the library, what do you do?

Roll 1d100, who gets the highest number is the picked action.

Previous threads:
http://pastebin.com/sR3G3F2A
https://www.mediafire.com/folder/ici3zlnn9ytyy/ADVENTURES

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/MercCommand

/tg/ Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Kantai%20Collection%20Pacific%20Strike
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Other Quests: http://pastebin.com/sYpqmWZg

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

"...you were saved by WHO!?!?" You gasp in surprise. It had taken innumerable tries, but you had finally gotten through to Woel through your phone, much to your relief, but some of the stuff she was saying was just... too much.

"Buncha Russians, apparently." Woel sighs. "Dunno where the hell they came from or how they ended up all the way out here... but they seem nice enough and they hate Abyssals as much as we do."

>Well, I suppose that's all right...
>I don't approve of them or trust them. At all.
>Other

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Previously on 1940's Mech Quest...

You decided to join the brand new Mech unit in Colorado. You have already trained for 2 weeks at Fort Huey, impressing your squad. You hope you can keep it up and finish strong.

Keep updated with my twitter: https://twitter.com/Slavenrhymes

Benjamin Grant's Stats: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YGBWsk1acEKflIM_NR4AJB5NIWQTywnTz4FZJt_o-tU/edit?usp=sharing

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All of a sudden, every human on the planet has gained the power to "assimilate" other people's traits by eating them, and grow larger, stronger.

Basically a sort of Agar.io. But with people.

You heard it on the news about two weeks ago. But now, the streets have become a wasteland of survival of the fittest, ruled by the law of eat or be eaten. "Giants" - massive, deformed humans which have consumed a massive amount of other people roam the outside, looking for easy pickings.

You've locked yourself inside your apartment building's meter room - someone had left the keys on the door, which you now had tightly in your fist. Several panels which state how much water, electricity and gas has been consumed adorn the wall in front of you. Scattered around, are a lot of empty tomato sauce cans, and next to them, a backpack and a notebook.

You wiped some tomato off the corner of your lips, and then put an ear to the door.

Silence.

You check your wrist watch with the faint moonlight that dropped in from a small window above: three o'clock in the morning.

Alright. You had been in here long enough. You look at your notebook, and then tucked it into the backpack. It was time to move.

What did your notebook have written in it?

>A checklist of places to check for other "Non-eater survivors" like you in the city.
>As the "eater" you want to become, it's an analysis of the giants you've seen so far, so that you can attempt to scavenge human flesh from them.
>A map. You have a detailed route drawn out to reach the bike you have left in the garage and then out of the city, towards a gas station you know.

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You wake up in a small cell,the room is rather large,with to paintings on the left wall,and a small slot with "Food and water" written above it. Next to you is a metal bedside table,with a radio,and a glass of water. There's a closed door with a flat screen television above it,a smiling emoticon appers on screen,you then hear a robotic voice "Hello subject 88oi005,wellcome Longingway Laboratorys,I am robotic testing friend."

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Twitter: @BeleagueredQM
Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/FEc6v8FP

Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=Beleaguered+Prince+Quest

You are Prince Meirion auk Gwyrren, the only sane man in a royal family with dubious concepts of strategy, justice, taxation, and governance in general. You have made it your goal in life to keep your family on the throne and your head firmly attached to your body.

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"It's snowing already." Eleri stands at the window and gazes outside. "I guess that means your work is stalled."

You, your one wife, two consorts and three concubines are in your study, reading through Myrddin's most recent reports. You have a few spies and a seat city of government, but you still have much work to do. The market must be built so you can improve trade further, you need a temple to get started on education and you need workshops if you're ever going to attract enchanters and alchemists.

It's all going to have to wait, however.

"We still have time for those appointments with the merchants," you say. "After that… yeah, we'll have to lock up for winter. The weather isn't too bad around here, but it's still too unpredictable for construction work and such. We'll have to wait it out."

"That sounds absolutely awful," Olwen says in a flat tone. "The seven of us, locked in this house, trying to protect ourselves from the cold. Whatever shall we do?"

"Figure out how to protect ourselves from Olstren, for one thing," you answer. "Then again, that shouldn't take more than a week."

"You can plan a military campaign in a week?" Seren asks.

"Planning is easy," you say. "I just need to identify our assets. The problem is making sure those assets are able and willing to obey."

"It's quite a conundrum," Reagan says. "I don't think we can avoid armed conflict entirely, but putting it off would buy time for our enemies as well."

"We'll just need to strive for a quick victory," Delyth says. "That's what generals should do anyway."

"I'll do what I can to ensure your troops don't starve or run out of weapons," Esyllt says. "The rest is up to you."

There's a knock on the door. "Your highness, it's time for the meetings," Myrddin says. "Are you ready?"

And with that, you're off to impress some merchants. Who do you want to bring with you?

>Go alone.
>Bring Reagan with you. She is your wife.
>Bring Esyllt with you. She knows the most when it comes to business.

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"I used to have a girlfriend.. But she broke up with me at the first sign of trouble. And well, that's how I ended up on the street in the first place. I was staying with her.."
>"Wow, that's really cold, I'm so sorry that happened. Er, do you have any siblings?"
"A sister who's a year younger. She barely knows I exist because my parents think I'm a terrible influence on her."
>Lailah seems sad to hear it sinking her head down.
"A-also um.. I can, see down your shirt.."
>She blushes a little adjusting herself before turning to you.
>"I-i had no idea. If you hadn't said anything I probably wouldn't have noticed."
>You don't really know what to say at this point.
>"And, I realize now.. Now that you mention how trusting I am.. I had a card with over 12,000 dollars on it. And you didn't spend it all.. And you told me about my cleavage."
>Shes smiling.
"Yeah, what about it?"
>"You're a nice guy after all aren't you?"
"Pfft, what? N-nah."
>You turn away.
>She sort of lunges at you and ruffles your hair.
"H-hey!"
>"Haha! I've figured out your secret!"
>Shes got a really cute smile on right now.
>You can't help but crack a grin.
"Y-yeah, just.. Keep it between us alright?"
>"Honestly, I don't know why your girlfriend would leave you. You seem like a great guy."
"Oh come on, now you're going too far."
>She pouts.
>"I'm serious! Look you might have been a bum, but I can see that you're really trying, and I can see how much you want things to get better. And despite your terrible situation, so far you've been completely honest and trustworthy."
"Well.. I guess.."
>She's quiet for a moment.
>"How would you, like to meet some of my friends?"
"Uh, sure?"
>"Great, I think.. You're all going to get along just fine."

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