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"This shit is clearly spam." edition.

Well, after getting fired on a business trip, you’ve come home to learn that your old best friend is asking for your help after everything that went to shit with them. They were kind enough to send a NerveGear and a copy of a game – Gun Gale Online. They just needed help in the game, and you were the only person they knew to go to, apparently.

Though, with this peculiar request and sent package, you felt like it would be right to rethink this prospect. You glance at the formerly attached note, skimming it over again. Rain had smudged your name off of the package, and some of the less “key” texts – that’s fine, you suppose.

Sighing, you shrug off your jacket and toss it onto your chair and take a seat on the bed. Grasping the helmet, you take the relatively painless time to get everything set up, and settle on the bed. Slipping the helmet on. . .

Gun Gale Online boots up relatively quickly.
It drifts from the start screen to character creation.

Better late than never.

It starts you off with selecting a name and allocating your stats, and gathering a few skills from the game’s starter skill system. You do happen to remember how to do something special, however – something the game dictates in the character creation screen as an Outside System Skill.

CURRENT QUEST: Find Kimi after getting set up in game.
STAT MANIFEST LINK: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1S2j97tFEa5B51Yw2ZW7wsTqNQYqU2G-MoxcPnWqFQtQ/edit?usp=sharing

[I]What is your screen name?
[I]What are your allocated stats?
[I]What is your selected skill and outside skill?

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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 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 workers in various workshops and factories.
You are also secretly the heir of a former goblin king - King Gob I, as indicated by your tuff of hair that suspiciously resembles a shittily drawn crown.

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

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

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All the world would be your fear, Prince with a thousand nightmares, and when they haunt you, they will traumatise you for life… But first, they must catch you. We crash the most traumatising animated film that haunted our childhoods.

Before we could begin, I would like to have someone to host this movie crashing quest.

Who's up to face off the Prince with a thousand nightmares? Muhahahaha!

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You are Kusajishi Riku, current Captain of the Ninth Division of the Seireitei Court Guard, and you understand what's going on here better than either of the two bickering teens give you credit for. You've been there once or twice, and it's the understanding that you have literally decades to sort out your problems that helps you approach them with more patience and understanding. After all, that long view also means you realize a mistake may be something you regret for centuries.

Ichigo and Tatsuki don't have that luxury. Realistically, Tatsuki only has until the end of the day to decide whether she wants to let you turn her into a shinigami like Ichigo is, or whether the risk to her life is simply too great.

“I get that you care about people, a LOT more than you let on, but don't you ever fucking forget that we care about you too, moron!” Tatsuki insists, loudly berating your nephew.

“We?” Ichigo asks quietly. He's not quite admitting defeat, but he's still going to make Tatsuki explain herself fully.

“Your sisters, your parents, me, Chad, Rukia, our friends at school... hell, even Ishida!”

“So what if there's a risk!?” Tatsuki continues, whirling on her heel to face you again. “That doesn't bother me. What bothers me is not being strong enough to help my best friend when he needs me.”

You struggle to understand how Ichigo couldn't have already realized it on his own long before the situation between them came to a head. Neither one of them is willing to budge, but at the same time Tatsuki's already said her piece and Ichigo has no real response. As much as you hate to step in, you're old enough to realize an impasse when you see it. And you know without asking that Ōetsu's not going to speak up. He's just standing off to the side calmly, watching you squirm.

“Think about it,” you advise Tatsuki with a gentle sigh. “It's not the kind of decision you want to make when you're worked up about it... this is your soul we're talking about here, and for it to work you need to have the right mindset for it. Doubt's got no place.”

“What alternative is there?” Tatsuki frowns, resting her hands on her hips defensively. “We all know you wouldn't have led in with the second best idea.”

“Well, I've noticed you don't really make good use of your abilities and training,” you consider what little you know of Tatsuki's previous fights. “Learning some hakuda would be good, maybe off the Onmitsu cirriculum, and synthesizing a personal style is something you'll need to do anyway.”

“And how long would that take?” Ichigo asks with a cocked orange eyebrow.

You shrug, honestly uncertain. “No clue. I never done it myself.”

“You didn't?” Tatsuki asks in confusion. “Not even when you were in training?”
>1/?

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Welcome back everyone, to Spork Quest, where your name is Sarah "Candy" Spork and you want to be the best chef in the world!

Last time you caught a dancing mouse, took a bath and prepared yourself a delicious breakfast.

Then you were almost late for work and after the closing hour you told everyone why you want to be a chef, since in this world that's a risky profession that could get you killed.

Then as you took your afternoon job you saw Alex, one of your coworkers, about to enter a creepy looking house. That upon closer look might be actually be a mansion but you are not a expert so who knows?

Since Alex left early from work you worry about what's going on and decide to ask her.

Unfortunately you got lost in your own thoughts and that means she has already entered inside the mansion while you were wondering what to do.

*What will you do now Candy?*

> Write In

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Something is unbelievably wrong.

Though you cannot point out what or why, you know that everything is not well. A couple things run through your mind. The first thought is that you should know who you are, but you don't. The second is that your surroundings are white—only white—and it isn't snow. The third—

—The third is what again?

It's—

A girl—no, a woman—with piercing cerulean eyes stares you down. You'd ought to describe, but you can't. It isn't that you won't, but because you physically cannot.

She opens her mouth and—

—What?

She gave a frown, parting her lips with a breath of air. Her cerulean eyes flickered with an uncanny light and suddenly, you—

“Hello!” The woman smiles, though you wish she wouldn't bare her fangs with it. “You are... real, right?”

“I don't know.”

“Good. If you do not know, then you are unmistakably, undeniably real.”

“Pardon?”

Her icy eyes measure your person, as if appraising a valuable jewel. “Doubt is certainty. What can be more real than unsure emotion? Because, in a universe of doubt, nothing is more certain than uncertainty.”

“I do not follow.”

“Never mind that, please come in. The blizzard is a-coming, and surely, you shall perish if you stay out.”

And she is right. She opens a door that has never existed there before, welcoming you inside. You take a glance aways, and the white you have definitely confirmed once before wasn't snow, now is.

>Take shelter
>Perish outside
>What was the third thought?

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Gothraki stalked the crumbling courtyard colonnade, shuffling under the torn rags he used as clothes. He clutched his long gun-halberd to his chest, gnarled fingers nervously flexing on the wooden barrel, his heavy, horned head glancing nervously from side to side.
He was anxious, the Ritual was being held inside the old monastery, and he had been chosen by the God-Lords along with others to guard the ritual, a duty he did not take lightly.
As dearly as he wished to witness the God-Lords conduct their magic, his awe and fear of them was enough for him to follow their every command. What right did a mutant like him have to argue with such Supreme Beings? He continued to scan the courtyard diligently.
At the far end of his circuit, he looked to his left to see the other mutant who was doing the rounds, but the area was empty. A frown furrowed his deformed brow, and he padded across to the far side of the yard, his cloven feet clopping against the flagstones as he moved with urgency. Something moved in the corner of his eye and he spun round, gun-halberd levelled at the pillars outside the monastery.
A human figure disappeared into the shadows of the pillars, and Gothraki struggled to remember the name of the mutant he'd been sharing guard duty with. “Palo?” he called. There was a muffled response from the shadows of the building.
Gothraki grimaced and stalked forward, his weapon aimed. “Palo?” his voiced was a hoarse whisper. He peered around a pillar, and saw Palo leaning against the wall of the monastery, distinguishable by his huge build and hairy simian arms. Gothraki approached the guard and was about to chastise him for not performing his duties, but stopped short. The mutants head had been wrenched round the wrong way.
Something clamped across Gothraki's mouth and stifled his nose, he tried to struggle and turn but a stunning lance of pain went into his neck and he saw the blade that killed him rip out his throat in a spray of arterial blood.
The mutant gurgled, went into a brief spasm, and crumpled. He was lowered quietly to the floor. He never even saw his killer.

1)

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This quest is about changing history, for the better or worse. Now pick a side.

>German Riech
>America
>Japan
>Soviot Union
>France
>England
>Italy
>Poland
>Slovakia (Too Stronk)

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Finally, you've arrived at the church. Your first attempt at getting in wasn't the smoothest, but now there seems to be nothing standing in your way. Apparently, inside of this church are the experiments of an illusive doctor named Shelby, and maybe something to provide a bit of an explanation as to why the guy freaked out and started making monsters; At least that's what you're interested in. Bryce, your thuggish "friend" seems to think his brother is in there still, and Chelle, your "mutant" friend seems to only be interested in finding Shelby himself.

You also had a strange dream last time. Expensive pancakes were involved.

>ITEMS IN PACK:

>A deck of tarot cards
>A flashlight
>Four candles
>Your sister's credit card

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>/qst/ Thread Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Beyond%20the%20Gate
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You, Stella and Gabby all sit at the bench in a small park off the main strip. Stella decided that ice cream would be a good, and no one argued. So now you're eating ice cream.

Munchkin was eating ice cream, but she finished it so fast you hardly had time to give it to her. After working off a major brain freeze, she started chasing Coral around.

Coral seems perfectly okay with being chased, as she playfully hovers just out of reach of the toddler's little arms and zips around her head every now and then.

"So..." You say. "Shopping, huh?"
"Yuh-huh" Stella says. "Is there anything in particular you were looking for?"
"Not that I can think of..." You say. "Is there anything you think I might need?"

"A haircut" Stell says.
Gabriella nods in agreement.

You look up, trying to see your own hair. "Is it that bad?" You ask.
"Not really. Just messy" Stella says. "Plus it's really thick. With hair like yours, you're probably better off keeping it short"

"So... do I just get a knife and do it myself?" You ask.
"Of course not, silly!" Stella says. "You get a professional to do it"
"Oh..." You say.

>Let's go find one then

>I still need more clothes

>I'm good with staying here for now

>Other

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You are Nathan Bookchild, Hero by frequent accusation, and you - you...

You're going to spare the man who just killed your fiancee. And sometime very soon, you're going to drink heavily about this, because this is the sort of thing you're /supposed/ to drink heavily about.

"Kat, no!" you order, sharply. The shadow lunges and has to recoil from a fresh spray of coals; the soldier refills his shovel quick as a snake. "Fetch, order her to stand down!"

"She isn't obeying orders, Sir Bookchild!" the chicken answers, a note of panic in his voice.

That's not good.

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its was a nice friday morning on the RMS Lusitania in 1915,but then a German submarine shoot a torpedo at the ship!your inside your bedroom away from the deck ! your doomed right? no! im here to help you get off just in time >rules none really
(based on true events) wikipedia page about this disastor https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/RMS_Lusitania

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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

>>Previous threads

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"I... am the legendary... HUNGRY SHADOW, KIGA NO KAGE!"
The words left the hollows mouth and a heavy atmosphere descended on the quiet park.

Rukias eyes trembled upon hearing this name.
Almost every shinigami knows the tale, a hollow whose greatest joy is tormenting shinigami.
He steals away their zanpakuto and proceeds to hunt his helpless foe to the end of the world if need be.
The only way for one to avoid this cruel fate is to have unwavering faith in the Gotei 13 and a harmonious relationship with ones sword.

There are many theories of how this tale was born as it is very recent yet shrouded in mystery.
Most of her colleagues always brushed it off as an urban legend of sorts but the tale always made her feel uneasy.
She was always a bit scared of campfire stories but this is her most hated one.

But even though the monster of her wildest nightmares is standing in front of her something manages to snap her out of her shock.
"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN!"
Kurosaki screams and charges the beast.

"Ichigo!
Sto-"
But it was too late.

He swings his massive sword only to see the reptile raise a finger to intercept his blade.
The massive weapon crawls to a halt as it seemingly got stopped by one finger.
"Weak... very weak."

The hollow spoke in a soft tone and flicked the soul slayer away from him.
Ichigo though obviously shaken by this keeps recklessly charging the lizard and flails wildly with his weapon.
The nimble hollow dodges each strike and counters by slapping the boy in the face with his tail.

"You are so green..."
The hollow spoke.

"What?"

"And not like me!
You are a novice, an amateur!"
He says while wagging his finger left and right.
"I'll tell you something boy, I've killed and eaten no less than FIFTEEN of your kind!
Want to know the difference between you and them? They had the smarts to be afraid!
Your end will be just like theirs, swift and painful but yours will be even quicker!"

With that he smashes his hand into the ground and many jaws dotted with sharp teeth emerge from the soil.

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Archive (First thread isn't there as it's on a different page. Find it by clicking "Pilot Quest" and scrolling down to July 2016. It's the first entry):
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"So, why are we here?"

The question came from Kay, who was sat just behind you in the briefing room. Everybody in the unit was sat in the meeting room. All 16 members of VF-21 were sat down waiting for the briefing to begin.

It had been a few days since you had flown over the Soviet fleet, you had continued the training flights with the princess in spite of the rumours. The only major slip up was when a reporter managed to make it on base and had tried to interview you and the princess.

For his troubles, Takebe had nearly shafted him with her Tanto. Thankfully, the princess had intervened and had the royal guard escort the man off base.

CINPAC had left the day after your mission, having returned to Hawaii to handle deployments. Leaving the unit under Dredd's primary command. Dredd's no-nonsense commanding style was an unwelcome change from CINPAC's semi-fatherly style.

None the less, you respected Dredd's style. Even if he could be an asshole at some times with his overly-cautious commanding style.

Today however, you and the rest of VF-21 were in the briefing room, ONI had need of your unit's specific set of skills.

You had your own idea of why you had been assembled here. Right?

>"I think that ONI wants another recon mission. We've only been doing recon missions the entire time."
>"I think that ONI wants us to run top-cover for one of their ops. It would be a nice change."
>"If they wanted a recon mission, they would only call me and Zeus in. They want something dead..."
>"I have no fucking clue."
>Other