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The war was over, but it had never ended for Lucas Wilson. The hyper-net was built and fought over; the solar system bridged by the near half light-speed transport it supplies. Titan is a titan, and why wouldn't it be? With the commute from earth only a two hour wait in a shuttle followed by the actual trip by hyper-net of eleven seconds, earth has managed to never outgrow mass scale use of combustion engines.

Lucas is a genius, in every way, or at least he was before the war. These last five years were a mistake, what had began as an attempt at a time machine had ended up being connection to another universe. Lucas struggles with his past and his present for the sake of his universe. An arms race between the two universes' human has them each simultaneously create a computer simulation of the others' universe. Lucas creates one of these on his own with his own materials as most of the boost conflict.

It turned out that whatever was done to these simulations would occur in in actual universe, as attested by the meteor strike on the moon from one universe, and the supernovae from 9000 light years away 9000 years in the past, both claimed before-hand. Mutually assured destruction. After the reality of the situation sinks in Lucas, realizes both universes true forms had to have been simulations in the first place.

He decides that life isn't worth living if its not truly real and cuts power to the simulation for the other universe. When it dies, so does his own universe's simulation. In the next instant Lucas is back, but his simulation just won't work properly, its there and its taken its form, but he isn't supplying power and no longer has any control. Thinking that some outside force has been in control of both universes all along he gives up and commits suicide.

Lucas had imagined the other universe completely because of PTSD from the war, and had killed himself over the spooky coincidence of predicting astronomy. The program turns out to be an incredibly advanced A.I. that had simply used the internet to get the information early. It tries to convince Leo Martin, Lucas' roommate to commit suicide with psychological mind games, but at the last minuet Leo comes to his senses and destroys the machines instead.

It didn't stay dead, and neither did Lucas.

>Play as Lucas.
>Play as Leo.
>Play as the A.I.
>Make them join into some sort of team or faction.

>Where do they come from in the solar system, i.e. Earth, Mars, Titan, Jupiter Platform, orsome other reasonable place in the system.

(The hyper net in space is small single person and a little bit of luggage size craft being accelerated by a series of large magnetic rings it passes through in space continuously along the trip. On planets these are large, expensive vacuum tube structures prone to malfunction and overwork. Because of this combustion engines are the dominant transport methods for both goods and people. Not planes and cars. Just lots of synth-diesel multicoptors.)

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Recap:
You're a Biotech student and Bot-battle enthusiast who has awoken in a post-apocalyptic world, were you're last normal human alive. Other subspecies of Homo Sapiens now populate the planet.

- The "beautiful" Nymphs: Descendant of the rich crowd who favored gene-modding themselves, and therefore, have survived the biological warfare and artificial diseases without needing to depend on treatments.
- The stoic and strong Titans: Descendants of Super Soldiers, mass-produced superhumans to be used in the war.
- The powerful and wise Witches: Originally human, they originated from your time, before the apocalypse, and have sustained themselves until now by bio-engineering themselves to the extreme, and "eating" other humanoids to replenish their tissues.

Characters:

Red's City
-Red Witch: The first witch you met, and an expert in mechanical technology. Enthusiastic, arrogant and self-centered. Stole Witch-technology from Blue to make her what she is now. She has a harem of Nymphs which she uses as livestock, back at the city.
-Adam: The leader of the Red Witch's Nymph harem.
-Laura: Nymph child the Red Witch used as a human bomb which you saved.
-Pampi: Former member of Red's harem, Blue's current apprentice, and your main aid in healing Jenny. Insightful and affectionate, but easily gives into pressure. Ridiculously proportioned Nymph, and one of your lovers.
-Jenny: The closest thing you have to a daughter. Has a child-like passion, and loves books, but he can't read. She is a Nymph you've rescued from being fully digested by the Red Witch, and you've spent a lot of time trying to reverse the damage she has sustained.

Titan Village
-Blue Witch: The inventor of the Witch technology, and living patron saint of the Titan village. Old, patient and maternal. She is an incredibly powerful, but crippled ally, who needs to rest often due to her self-sacrifices for the greater good.
-Black Witch: One of Blue's former apprentices. A titan-witch. Tina's mother and an expert in psychology. Loving and kind but Machiavellian and cold to achieve her goals. Obsessed with the mental limitations Titans have, such as being unable to lie, and their lack of individualism.
-Keiko: A gigantic Nymph/Titan mix, larger than any other due to liger-like hybrid vigor. Naïve and impulsive, but with a good heart. Finds you immensely attractive because you're neither a Titan or a Nymph, but "right in between". Black's adoptive daughter.
-Tina: The Black Witch's daughter. Ambitious and insolent. Currently, the only Titan who can lie.
-Titan Elders: Religious group of aged titans which live underground, take care of Blue, and lead the younger ones above.
-Rodri: Gruff titan who went with you on an expedition. A trustworthy man.
-Charles Smith: An Angel. Historian who helped the Titans found their village and religion. Cowardly, but good-natured.

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(cont.)

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>>635118
Origin thread

>You are the Machine Empire
>For long you have gathered, built and repurposed the materials of this land, the left over commandment from your long gone creators still holding power: "seize control of this land and create the Machine God". The Machine God being a huge factory capable of taking raw materials and creating sentient machines, something the Creators, and you, can only do through careful hand crafting and countless hours of work. You still don't know HOW to create the Machine God, but you know the end product. Your machines live in subterranean bases with power nets and tunnels reaching between them, having used the fact that you need neither nutrition nor sleep to work, you have created ruthlessly efficient systems and factories that would make a normal human die of exhaustion if he worked there for more than a day. So far the conquest of this land has been easy, but recently, a couple of wood-humans have gotten in the way when you traversed from the mainland to the neighbouring Island. They have powerful synergy with their ecosystem, and seem to be against your goals. Thankfully, to aid in your conquest, the Creators have left you with an ancient artifact of great power.
>Lens if the Creator
>Although you as a species are incompatible with the mana of this land, they left you with the Lens, which can easily channel mana into your desired effect. It can also just as easily locate mana reserves and deposits when slotted into the eye.
>Cog of the Creator
>A device which looks like a cog. It is capable of converting materials into energy and vice versa. This is also known to be a part of the Machine God (if this artifact is chosen)
>Sword of the Creator
>A sword left for the leader to use, it crackles with energy. When turned off, it's a masterfully crafted sword, which can easily be wielded and could slice through anything but heavy plate.
When turned on, it consumes power, but an energy field activates around it, allowing it to slice through just about anything. It also has a couple of abilities, like being able to shoot balls of lightning, growing the sword into a huge 3M long sword made of lightning. It can aldo create a forcefield, though this takes up a lot of energy.


>Actions
>Start scouting out further beyond the island
>Expand your subterranean bases.
>Build something special (specify)
>Research something (specify)

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You are Purps; an amnesiac starborn. Things have been pretty hectic since you woke up on a random hill - thus far you have killed a midget rebel, had a dance off with a foxman, went undercover with your new friend to find who mugged your new boss, had a weird dream, fought a crazy cannibal priest, died, came back at the cost of some memories and emotions, killed the cannibal priest who killed you - then you decided that you're going to get your maimed friend a new magical eye.

Tw: @StarbornQ
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Minerva's fire burns in your hand. The locks melt away as your body loses cohesion. You smile in pride as you wake up with a start. Hugging yourself in the corner of the cabin wagon's common room.

"Are you okay?" You hear Luc ask someone outside.

"I'm fine kid. Just tell me how the Ghenrisian schism of faith effected the Munisian invasion." You hear Lex say, with a tremor in his voice.

> Help Lexington take Luc's morning lessons
(2 votes from last thread)
> Wake up Captain Remy to spar
(1 vote from last thread)
> Explore the area

> Write-In

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXc0jW4-wpo

Your pumpup music was blasting through the empty gym as you took your workout. A lap around the gym, some stretches, then the punching bag. Usually the gym would be populated by a lot of cap troopers aiming to keep themselves fit and ready for the next battle. But the Jimmy Stewart was different, there were no cap troopers here. Closest you'd get were the recruits and your Idols and by now they were busy sleeping. It was around 0300 Earth Standard.

The reason you were up at 0300 Earth Standard is because you couldn't sleep. It's not like you get nightmares anymore, the nightmares became a lot less frequent once you got out and you finally had time to relax. But even with the ability to relax, staying asleep for longer than five or six hours was a chore at best. And on a ship like the Jimmy Stewart which was like a constant sauna, going back to sleep was not really an option.

So the best option for now was to simply tire yourself out. Without any drinks (save for the two or three bottles you smuggled aboard which you're saving for later), getting to sleep was going to be difficult.

And so here you were, punching a punching bag. Your hands were wrapped up tight, you wore the tank top and the shorts, and your music was blasting out to you to get working. Every blow you land on the bag is another meaty and loud thud. It reminds you of your time in the MI, having to establish not just your theoretical dominance over the younger troopers but also your physical dominance as well. There was only one NCO you never beat the shit out of and that was Dune, for obvious reasons. Part of the culture of the MI was the constant battle, the feeling of always being in a fight, and that meant not just fighting the bugs but occasionally your own troops as well. That was always in good fun though, it was a way of earning respect.

“Can't sleep?” You flinch, looking back to see Dune standing a few metres away, arms folded. You take a deep breath. “Final drop for the recruits ain't until this afternoon.”

“I couldn't sleep,” you say. You sigh. Maybe that's enough punching for today. You start to unwrap your hands. “You ever get that, Dune?”

“Please, I sleep like a baby,” he says gruffly. “Lemme guess, Haldeman's?”

You shrug. “Shrink diagnosed me when I left, but said it wasn't as bad as others to be frank. At least my concept of time is stable.” He nods at that. “So, what's up, Dune?”

“Not much,” he says. “I assume you're just wanting to work off the baby fat.” You roll your eyes. “You ain't gonna do much of it just wailing on a punching bag.”

“Well, gee. Maybe you can take his place,” you say.

[1/2]

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Civ quest, but you have a rivaling civ which you will probably compete with for a long time.

First 3 votes decide your civ location/race
Same for your rivals race

Also, do you want your rivals to be:
>Controlled by me, OP
>Controlled by others in a seperate thread

either way the rivals will advance at the same rate as yours, getting as many actions, and rolling dice all the same (although it might be secretly by me.)

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Rules:
Depending on how active everyone is on this thread, we'll do a 5-10 minute voting period
Writes-in are allowed, but I may not choose to include certain ones
Have fun, and go easy on me. This is my first quest.

You are Fiela, a tall, pale, raven-haired woman at the age of 21. You have found yourself draped in a small crate. The room is almost completely pitch-dark, though your eyes are starting to adjust. You feel like you're moving somehow, but cannot see out of any windows. Sitting up a bit more, you realize how sore your body is, but that is the least of your worries.
You had just gotten back from picking apples off of the village trees when you noticed the door to your hut had been left open. Dropping the bags, you ran quickly to look into the dark hut. It didn't seem like anything was off. Maybe you had forgotten to fully close the door? Peering deeper inside, you decided to step in. The first step was easy and it didn't seem like anyone had actually taken anything, but that's when you felt a sack thrown over your head and something hitting the back of your head.
This is where you are now, in a dark room, in a crate. You reach up to feel the wound on your head, only to be met with a bump and pain.

A) Try to search the room
B) Try to search for a light
C) Get out of the room
D) Other

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Time to choose your banner and take your place among the noble houses of the Riverlands!
singles: knight
doubles: Lord of the keep
trips: King until usurped by another trips
quads or higher: Worshipped as a god or mythic hero

Please include at minimum a creature, person place or thing as your banner.

Suggested format
house name: Cobbler
banner: Left Shoe
colors: Brown and black

All posts will be taken as DnD canon in an upcoming campaign. Posts that include intellectual property (Game of Thrones, Harry Potter, Elder scrolls etc.) or modern to futuristic technology may be modified to fit the fantasy genre, but all troll posts will still be included in canon. Have fun :P

This is a mirror to a thread posted in /tg/, where it was suggested that I make one here.
the /tg/ thread:
>>>/tg/49540689

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Previous Thread: http://archived.moe/qst/thread/534591
Twitter: @scheissfunker for announcements

You are Cadet Lieutenant Richter Von Tracht, tank commander, if not yet officially, of the Archduchy of Strossvald. A position only held by the noble, valiant and talented. You are currently in the midst of the final training exercise before you and your fellow officer cadets are shuffled off to wherever they are needed, wanted, or would cause the least trouble.

Most of the noble valiant and talented commanders and crew of your platoon in this final training exercise squatted in the mud and grass while their mighty armored steeds sat out of sight. Each group carried a squat bakelite cylinder, representative of a sundering charge, meant to destroy a tank in case of being forced to abandon them. Your remaining tanks lay in wait behind you, with only drivers and gunners, ready to draw any attackers across the bridge, where your bombers would try and “cripple” one of the “enemies.”

The rest of your company had been annihilated; your plucky platoon, down by two tanks, the only part of your team remaining. You had destroyed one enemy platoon and severely damaged another; you could only hope your allies had destroyed enough for your irregular ambush to work. You hear haggard, stressed breathing above the distant masticating of the ground by treads.

None of the sounds of armor grow any closer, however. Instead you hear a rustling in the bushes, soft footsteps in the grass, coming from the south where the climax of your company’s actions had transpired. Perhaps a local villager, unperturbed by the pretend warfare taking place and going about their business.

The person who stepped out of the bushes, however, was dressed in the dark blue covers of a Strossvald tanker. Immediately you recognize him as Van Halm, one of the standouts of 1st company’s roster. His family was foreign, and he was known for being inconsiderate to courtly politics, or even common manners.

Those quirks were not on your mind, however, as he spotted you, with only a flash of surprise before smiling wryly, and made a two fingered, thumb up, pointing gesture at you.

>Bang

>Brakkabrakkabrakkabrakka

>Wing the charge at his face

>Other

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This is Boruto Quest, a quest set in the universe of Naruto. It is during the generation of Naruto's son after everyone has graduated from their Genin exam. I haven't kept up with the series beyond the end of the original one, so this one is intended to recapture the feel of that time of Naruto. I will not be incorporating the main show or the Boruto movie's plot into the quest, although some recognizable characters will be present. You play as a 12 year old Chunin named Takeshi. You have been assigned a Jounin squad leader named Hanto, and your two squadmates are Kichiro, a young delinquent, and Ai, a strange social outcast of a girl. You are of average skill in most aspects, although your sharp intelligence, and your jack of trades skill set have brought you far. You have just recently graduated to a Chunin after winning the final tournament. You've been regularly completing missions as a Chunin, and making progress in training. Currently, you're seeking knowledge on the summoning Jutsu. A secret mission from Kakashi.


http://pastebin.com/g44gcuXh

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PREVIOUS THREAD:
>>621786
>>634534

SHORT RECAP:
The crystallids have been awoken by the chaos left in the aftermath of a great war between two powerful mage-kings that attempted to dominate the world.

The result was a massive mana wasteland that covered a large portion of whatever continent you are one.

Now, you have decided to take advantage of the dangerous landscape and form a subterreanean crystal hive, managed by the powerful consiousness of a being named Aest, who physically controls and exists within the Hive.

Initial exploration attempts into the deepest parts of the earth you've yet to reach led to the discovery of a strange energy cultivating mushrooms. Upon experimentation, the mushrooms appear to be from some mycanoid creature.

Three mycanoids now stand inside an obervation cell surrounded by thick, clear crystal, deep within the safety of your Hive.

----

The things behind the containment shield were... Unnatural to say the least. Your own personal physiology was highly dependent on regulated and supreme order, ridgid crystal through-and-through, but the fungal beasts before you were natural expressions of chaos. As they grew, tumors and growths formed and reshaped themslves dozens of times, twisted, gnarled limbs broke out of their torsos ending in stubby nubs that probably worked as fingers or claws for the clearly... Strange looking beasts. If anything brought you unease about the mushrooms, it was just how oddly they seemed to characterize animal form - two stood, one taller than yourself, one far shorter, and even a small rodent or dog-like fungal creature. All three stared at you, horrible grimaces of displeasure being shown through their jagged faces.

Your best bet in communicating with them peacefully, you assume, is to hope they have some manifestation of language - so using Aest's manifestation, you have her speak through the walls in as many common tongues as your Hive memory had access to.

>roll 5 1d100 to determine success in communication with the mycanoids

DC: 50
Win/Loss ratios
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5/0 W/L - Crit. Success
4/1 W/L - Major Success
3/2 W/L - Average Success
2/3 W/L - Average Failure
1/4 W/L - Major Failure
0/5 W/L - Critical Failure

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Your name is Jeff and you're a 26 year old college student. You are quite a big guy and have a mammoth head. People are scared of you at a first glance, but after they see your charismatic personality you quickly become friends.

It's 27 September, your first day of college, and very hangover. You're already late and decide not to go. You didn't care much for school anyway.

You remember that yesterday you got new flatmates. They are probably at college right now though.

What do you do?

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>This is a quest taking place in the Fullmetal Alchemist setting, beginning at roughly the same time as the original story. However, some parts of the setting have been slightly altered. You will be playing as a Iskander Steiner, a young alchemist, who will develop based on the choices made by the players. Remember that write-ins are always welcome, and to have fun.

>Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Alchemist%20Quest

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It is black. It is cold. You are hungry. The ships stillness is disturbed by a sudden pulling sensation. You can feel the metal wall you are curled against vibrating ever so slightly as you are pulled off course. Your mind drifts in and out of dream, remembering civilisations and worlds from eons past. THUD.
The ship clunks to a halt jolting you slightly, you feel your body being pulled down by some artificial gravity. the dust in the room begins to fall slowly, your alien eyes peel open in the dark closet you had taken refuge in, adjusting to the almost pitch blackness of the metal husk you've called home for millennia. You slowly limb your decayed lengthy limbs and muscles into life, snapping into life you begin to unfurl and clamber to your feet. You are cold and hungry. Pulling the door open you slowly stagger into a 3 pronged hallway. It is dark and cold out here too, ahead you can hear faint noises and the sound of your abductors attempting to cut through the hull. You crack your tired body into life, staring down a dark corridor of vents and ancient walls with long dead lights. You hear a thud ahead as the hull drops to the ground. The intruders have breached your home. You are hungry.

>Follow the corridor left
>Follow the corridor right
>Go straight ahead
>Go back into the closet
>RollD100 to attempt to climb into the vent above you (will need a 50 or more)
>Other