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> ARCHIVE: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=LGA2

> Sunday, July 19th, 2015

SITUATION: http://pastebin.com/ziMsX6th
MECHANICS: http://pastebin.com/49M2eE8Z
THE RULES: http://pastebin.com/BEsprkBZ
THE TANK: http://pastebin.com/sJsgig6B
THE DIVISIONS: http://pastebin.com/xCQZAdqU
THE SHOP: http://pastebin.com/v6xeDRXj
DANON’S THE TEAM: http://pastebin.com/bUU2v0z8

“Welcome everybody to the LGA NATO Tank Exhibition Fair!” Regina being among the louder of the commanders was given the task of essentially being a herald. “Witness amazing feats of Tankery derring-do and marvel at the terrific wonders of the Tankery world! Schools from as far away as Japan and from Kursk Girls Boarding School and St. Gloriana and George Washington Military Academy are here!” A steady stream of people started coming in around the early morning, and started expanding to a very large crowd.

In short, just what the NATO team needs to raise some money.

You and your crew right now were signing some autographs for people as they dropped by. Some as well requested pictures of you, some some encouraging advice, others really just wanted to pet your hair. Whatever it was, you were being polite about it.

But honestly, the attention is killing you! You need to get the fuck out of here!

Winona leans over. “So, is Griselda going to talk to the team yet?”

“She was going to do it this morning but people started showing up and she didn't want to air the team's problems in public. So maybe after the fair,” you say.

Josephina looks up. “Goodness. It looks like it's going to rain tonight.” You look out to see yes indeed there were rainclouds in the distance. Big ones. Probably a stormfront. That'll be nice to sleep through you guess.

Ingrid looks directly at you. “You look stressed, Ellie.”

“Stressed?” You squint at Ingrid. “What makes you think I'm stressed?”

Winona points to your leg, which is constantly bouncing up and down, and your hand which keeps drumming along the table. “You keep doing that stuff.” Do you? Nah, that's natural! Yeah, natural. That's what you'll tell them! You always kick your feet and bang your hand against stuff! “If you don't want to do autographs, you just have to say so.”

“I'm fine!”

Winona gently pushes you, smiling. “Aww, poor baby! Come on, take a break! Enjoy the fair!”

Well...

Ugh, if she insists. “I'll come back later for lunch,” you say. Winona nods, waving to you.

Right. What to do...

> Visit the race grounds, there's due to be a tank race later in the day. See who's preparing.
> Stack is busy warming up in the Hangar with the other loaders for a Loading competition.
> Hey, what the fuck are the boys doing!? You didn't authorize an exhibit for them!
> Other

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You are in command over the Imperial Japanese Battleship Hyuga, starting at the very beginning of December 1941. Due to the will of players and that of the dice, history may go quite differently from what we know. For all intents and purposes, this is a wargame. It is incredibly important that you check the Pastebin link to familiarize yourself with the relatively simple dice mechanics, and to check it somewhat often as I may change important details of it as time goes on.

>Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/GFBJkDYz

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Last time on Hyuga Quest, our ship bombarded the American installations at Wake Island, sank the USS Louisville, and received a small AA refit.


After Hyuga's refit was complete, you were given a small set of options by your superiors as what you can choose to do next.


>Participate in for the assault on the Dutch East Indies
>Participate in the Indian Ocean Raid
>Conduct training exercises

I'll make additions or changes to the Pastebin every so often, and I'll tell you when I do. Now is one of those times. Gun jamming/Breech explosions are now decided by a 1d100 I roll whenever a 1 is rolled for gunfire. I also added mechanics for gunnery practice in the same category.

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Last time! In Falsehood of Gerosda you, the 15 year old Nathaniel Joesph, are learn the powerful energy magic-based swordform called Gia. You have a limited time to master it before it shuts your abilities off to you. For a quick mastery for the sword style, you've been forceably placed into combat. By the queen no less. She was using gauntlets rather than her weapon. But besides that, you have a single thing you must do to master it. Inflict your aura onto the queen to silence her. How you would do so would be a the hard part.

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The smell of cordite filtered through the door but the prevalent stench of blood was overpowering. You gripped your piece tighter and stepped inside with the others. The bar was trashed. Bottles of beer and assorted liquors were leaking precious alcohol. It mixed with the blood pooling from the patrons and you steer cleared of them. There was no need of a repeat of the last time you stepped in to a slick like that. Part of you was pissed off that your favourite bar was now trashed but the other part was just telling you to count your blessings. You could have easily been one of the stiffs slumped over one of the tables here.

"Drinks are on me kids."

That came from the flamboyant asshole known as Mikiya. He had pulled out a bottle from behind the bar. Next to him lay one of the serving girls, Kana you believe. She was pretty thing, shame about the gaping red holes in her chest. Mikiya ignored it all poured himself a glass. He took a sip before sputtering and tossing it to the side in a fit.

"Shit, and here I thought this was the good stuff."

"It's not like you could tell anyway," Tuna replied.

"Well fuck you too."

You ignored the byplay and turned to the last guy, Guppy. He merely shrugged at you and sat down at the bar and poured himself a glass. His sip was more measured but a pleasunt hum of appreciation resulted so it was probably Mikiya being Mikiya again.

"Can we get back to business for a minute then?" Tuna asked.

Of course, this wasn't just your favourite bar. This piece of property was owned by the Russian and he took protection very serious. Once he found the one responsible for this, concrete shoes were the last thing anyone had to be worried about. Everyone knew what he did to Trick, the poor legless bastard.

"Alright fine," Mikiya groused then turned in your direction, "Hey Yuu, start,"

>"combing the place for clues"
>"asking around for witnesses"
>"cleaning up this mess"

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In the last chapter Zheng Li arranges a marriage between Lu Fan and Du Ji's daughter. He begins to build military academies in Runan in the hope of building a strong central military base. Gathering troops, Zheng Li launches an attack on Jiangxia. When a man named Wei Yan betrays the city defenders, Jiangxia is easily taken. Cai Mao joins out of fright, Lu Fan accuses Wei Yan of treachery but you let the latter off the hook, and you release Huang Zhong after witnessing his might and loyalty.

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This quest is an RPG-styled game following the Three Kingdoms period of China and the novel Romance of the Three Kingdoms by Luo Guangzhong. You play as a fictional character following through the events of the Three Kingdoms and hopefully rising to become an important player of with the famous figures. You will start off as a no-name, average character who can rise up through effort. Most of the characters and story will follow the events of the novel first, history second, the RoTK games third, and only a very small part will come from the Dynasty Warriors games (Mostly character personalities if suitable).

The goal of the game is to create an interesting story more so than win. While this game will not be harsh, mistakes and carelessness may result in the loss of your faction and even the death of your character. Sometimes circumstances may be unfair as not even Zhuge Liang could not save his kingdom after Shu lost Jing province. Still, thinking and common sense should get you through. Whatever the case, my goal is to hopefully see you create an interesting story more than conquering the entirety of China.

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They call you the broken horn Leader, regardless of how long it takes. You run the Himehorn Support Center. In order to help your kind (and, turns out, other kinds), you take calls of every sort and from every voice, from your room almost at the peak of the Greathorn, a colossal aircraft that hovers over the calm waters that sunk the world.

You are currently sitting at the center of your U shaped desk, clutching your Leaderhorn plushie with one hand, surrounded by Roomba (your personal assistant, a blonde girl wearing red glasses and a white coat) and Ado (a shirtless, tall, way too adonic man with long blonde hair, who does tech support), as Roomba stares blankly at the black screen while you and Ado argue cereals.

"It's the breakfast of champions. It says so in the box." you point at the red box sitting at your left, over the desk; in it, a man is doing squats using two worlds as weights on each end of the bar. He seems desperate. "And it just get's better with milk."

"Fuck milk, you should try yogurt. And some oats. And cardio. What the hell, you spend all day shut inside this cube taking calls, no wonder you are getting fat."

"That's Roomba's fault." you state, then nod.

Yet as you both turn at her, Roomba is still staring at the black screen.

"Hey, toaster." It's Ado, drawing her attention. "No point in worrying when you can't help. Sit down, have some cereal. You are making me nervous."

"Maybe we should call." says Roomba as she sits.

You "hmm", softly. Five minutes ago, a man called; he was hiding in a locker after shitting himself, his collonial ship was invaded by an extremely dangerous individual. Leateli. For good measure, you input her name on the small white window in the screen and search for her information in The Link; and are left empty-handed yet again. Leaderhorn will have the details (she had to deal with her the most in the past), but what you got to work with:
-is that she's a nohorn girl, wearing short, assimetric leather clothes made from different kinds swen togueter.
-has, at most, 15 nohorn years.
-shows no qualms about killing for fun.
-if she dies, the whole world ends.
-if she goes unconcious for more than six hours, the whole world ends.
-if she wants to, the whole world ends.
-has no particular powers.

It has been six minutes now. Last thing you told the man was to find a console to send you the current coordinates of the colonnial ship, and since he rudely questioned your mental health when you called his phone might make sound when he turns it on.

Hmm... White is available for deployment, yet neither Captain or Leaderhorn are still on the list. White is an Arma; she's extremely sturdy and can manipulate GOG gas, an invisible muscle that's all around her.

And you also have to warn the rest of everyone about Leateli's presence.
This seems harsh.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HtRjRuKnvjI&t=2511s
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e0IXp4ER8LM
>You're a bum.
>A worthless NEET bum who flunked out of college.
>You have no friends, you have no money, and you're homeless.
>It's raining heavily, the skies a murky grey.
>You could stand under cover like a normal person.
>But sometimes, you just like to let the rain hit you, just so you can feel something real.
>You haven't showered in 3 days, you smell horrible.
>You haven't shaved in 3 weeks.
>Everything feels so pointless.
>And more and more you want to throw yourself into these oncoming cars to die a painful death.
>You won't do it of course, you're too much of a pussy just yet.
>But at this pace, even your own cowardice won't be able to keep you alive much longer.
>Rain soaking you so hard.
>It's really coming down.
>You can't help but think of how fitting it is for someone like you to be here.
>Suddenly, you see a circular shadow on the pavement.
>The sound of raindrops hitting plastic.
>"You'll catch a cold out here like this!"
>A voice, so soft and gentle as if whispered by angels.
>You look up.
>A pale skinned beauty looms.
"What do you want?"
>"Hmm?"
"A girl.. Like you has no business talking to me. I'm.. Rotten."
>"You seem fine to me, how long have you been out here like this?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but about 15 minutes now."
>"No, I meant, on the street.."
"Seven months."
>"S-seven months? Out on the street? And no ones come and tried to help you?"
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While most people will pay attention to the great races, such as the Titans or Dragons. Some will give heed to the races of notice, Humans, Orcs, Elves... we've all heard their stories.

It is finally time to hear the tales of the forgotten. Those that are everywhere yet never notices, those that lay just beneath surface and infest the cities you call home like rats, those that build empires in the catacombs of nations long gone. The tales of the lesser races.

In a long forgotten room, filled with technology, magics, and lore from eons past, one just such a relic began to shake. A container, holding in stasis a number of small creatures, a small Ark if you would. Seemingly designed to make some sort of colony, or would nest be better fitting?

Choose which race joins the battle over the Lands Beneath the surface:

-Gremlins, greedy creatures, small and weak, but overpowering in numbers.
-Insects, burrowing beneath the surface, decomposing what fills the catacombs, anywhere and everywhere there is an insect.
-Ancient Mechanical Organisms, created by a master tinkerer. Why though? What were they programmed to accomplish?
-Other/Write In (Some small creature that would live beneath the surface.

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"Wait Papa, please don't-"

The crashing of the door between us is loud enough to leave the entire building shaking. Or is it just the pounding of my heart that I feel? He left. Just like that, no goodbye, no I forgive you, no explanation, just those four words. I've never seen Papa this angry in all of my life. And I have no idea what to do about it. No idea how I can make everything better, make everything the way it was before, before I had been bad and ruined everything.

They weren't particularly unusual words, I'd heard them all before, just never in that particular order, in that particular tone, and certainly not directed at me. And when those words came together like that, they took a completely new meaning, one I could never have imagined. I'd almost think I misheard, but I didn't. That's exactly what he said, and exactly what he meant.

It was supposed to be a great day, but instead it's been the worst day of my life! Papa found out that I had been apprenticing for a witch in secret, and even though I only wanted to help he's still so angry he made me lead him all the way to Mistress' house. He probably yelled at her too, though not so much that she turned him into a frog or something. In fact, after talking to her he was a little more calm, and he actually let me try to explain. I tried really hard to make it better then, and I almost thought it was working. Right up until he asked that question.

"What do you want your life to be?"

That's what he asked me.

I never thought that far, not at all. I've never worried about that kind of stuff, never really considered that it was something I'd have to do. I just wanted to help Papa, but now he won't let me help him at all. Not with magic anyway. How was I supposed to answer a question like that? How was I supposed to know what would make him happy? It wasn't fair at all!

I tried anyway, and clearly, I answered wrong. I had to think really quick, so it shouldn't have counted! I wasn't prepared! I tried to use my imagination, tried to think, what COULD I do with magic, what would it make sense to do? All I could think of was that someone like that should definitely do her best to help people, in any way that it's possible. So that's what I told him.

"I want to use magic to protect people and help solve mysteries and problems."

He stood up with a grunt. And the he said the words and left.

"Just like your sister."

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Cute Yuri Edition.

Welcome to Morgan Adventures. You're the voice inside Morgans head, and you and your unlikely band of friends are out to save the world!

Pastebin
http://pastebin.com/NvwfkrB8

Previous Adventures:
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>>579254
"Well... if you really want to leave that life behind. We could heat a sword with fire and burn that mark away while you bite a towel. But it's gonna really hurt. And Jail will call us idiots even if she will heal it anyway."
>Porter kneels on the ground as she gets on her knees.
>Back facing toward you she strips off her shirt.
>"If this is what it takes to prove it to you, I'll endure any pain."
>You walk over.
>You rub your hand along her back.
"Porter.."
>You drop to your knees hugging her from behind.
>"Why.. Just burn it off already.. I can take it."
"I know, but.. I think you're fine the way you are.."
>"Thanks Morg.."
"You know, I think my sister is dating one of the workers. I am happy for her but I don't want to think how it even works with her being made of hay."
>"She can manipulate hay right? So basically all she has to do when he puts it inside is-"
"Porter!"
>"I borrowed one of Jailenes books, it's her fault for carrying around such smut."
"Speaking of her, Jailene is working too hard. She didn't take well leaving that guy behind. But... it would not have worked well. She is from the north and a wanderer, she would be unhappy stuck in an isolated town all her life. Not to mention they could have basically forced her to stay there forever."
>"I'm glad Jailene is with us."
"Porter um.."
>You put her blue shirt back on her.
>"What's up Morg?"
"Maybe, this is gonna sound weird but.. Porter... uh... do you think we... we like each other the way a man and a woman like each other?"
>Porter is blushing heavily.
>"I.. I mean why? You don't think it's weird do you?"
"Not at all. In fact.. Porter."
>You grab her hands as your fingers slip between hers.
>Moonlight is shining down through the window as you sit across from each other on the floor in your bedroom.
>You move your lips closer to hers.
>Porter is looking around nervously before she slowly leans in closer to you.
>You feel your lips press against hers.
>You taste her sweet mouth.
>"Mmph.."
"Mmm."
>You wrap your arms around each other kissing and making out.
>Suddenly Jailene walks in on the two of you.
>"I knew both were gay."

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The standard-bearer Sir Lomar and his guard lead you back from the Fraticceli chapterhouse to the Piazza. Although the sun has lowered, the revelry brought about by May Day has hardly subsided. Men and women throng the narrow, muddy streets between the wooden buildings of Volterra. Butchers and wool-weavers in packs of five or six, singing drunken songs about the Queen, their city, or the Church. An old woman scolds a pack of laughing children fleeing her building with muddy clothes. The loud moans of lovers sound clear through thin walls, mixing with hymnals, laughter, and the clucking of innumerable hens. A feral dog stops to urinate on a pile of feces. From behind simple shutters and open doorways the light and smoke of a thousand cooking fires mingles with the orange glare of the setting sun. Off your horses, the living, filthy city overwhelms your senses as you proceed towards the Palazzo dei Priori, the center of Volterra's government.

Ernando heaves the standard of Sergia higher on its pole, keeping the frayed wool out of the disgusting street. Folk of all types stop in the street to stare at the nobleman's fine clothes and ancient banner, such that the leather-clad guards must frequently shove gawkers aside to make room. The aged Silvio trails behind his half-brother, his dark complexion, think black beard, and ponderous staff drawing similar looks of reverance and wonder from passers-by. Even the DiCollini's armed footmen, Shylock and Carlo, draw glances from the Volterrans. A child calls out, "The Baron! The Baron!" and here and there citizens begin to press forward. A woman approaches to press a flower wreathe into one of the footmen's hands. A man offers Sir Lomar a wrapped package, which he tucks under his arm, smiling. A boy, scarce above the age of six, marches beside your party for a moment before his exhasperated master pulls him away. By the time you reach the gate of the Palazzo dei Priori, you feel as though the whole city has turned out to honor you. A few of you wave to cries of "Baron!" and "Volterra!" before entering the palace.

The entryway to the small citadel is thankfully empty, and the thick stone dampens the calls of the crowd. Sir Lomar gives Ernando and Silvio directions to the hall on the second floor, where the city's new leaders are meeting with the bishop.

>Your footmen must stay with me on the first floor, however, along with your weapons. The Priors -- Marcio, Tulio, Maria, and Enrique -- have had food prepared for us in the room by the kitchen. We must not keep our new masters waiting.

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“Those who complain about servitude have never felt the burden of leadership.” – Morgana Alkaev, speaking privately.

The herd – that's what your mother calls them sometimes, in a voice heavy with spite, pity and what might even be a faint trace of envy. Mindless animals, born only to work and obey the orders of their betters.

Until recently, you had nothing but scorn for those views, but now you're not so sure. Maddened by panic, fear and desperation, you've seen people rise up as a tide, all too quick to throw aside the civilisation that any man or woman would normally cherish. Just as the blind need someone to guide them through a maze of cruel thorns, so too do the people need guidance in troubled times – lest they turn upon one another and destroy themselves.

There's been enough violence already. The flock needs a shepherd. These high-handed thoughts, though – are they really yours, or is the dragon already whispering in your ear?

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>Statistics: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1p2K_evlFKjbblbSTf3ZSf-0xECyNHEeiQEgyiFdADcw/edit?usp=sharing
>Character: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1F43-0W17qNQ3Q_FwOOQPYw8Rf4HmSCFrEcAv-uOPQD0/edit?usp=sharing
>Tasks: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1agFmzgoNb0jeqd2G9H2voZ5Zm4N6fxPTQXQyt_GY9ec/edit?usp=sharing
>Rolling Rules: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1D6xlxpzfqF_rC2iemL-OGhFkNK4uiy8PZdvjkkdVBPU/edit?usp=sharing
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You groan as you stir from your dreamless slumber, rubbing your eyes with your prosthetic. A nap had been the last thing that you had wanted forced upon you, but Nachi and Kaga’s glares and surprisingly strong arms had left no debate for you to win as they hauled you like a petulant child to the barracks. Once your head made contact with the pillow, though, you couldn’t argue that it that they had had a compelling case.

Raising yourself from the comforts of the mattress, you clutch your head in your hands. Your eyepatch was gone… probably on a table somewhere. At the sound of the closing door, you – reluctantly

‘Kaga?’

‘Good morning, Commander.’ She greets. ‘Sleep well?’

‘As well as I could have.’ You grumble, rubbing your chek. ‘What time is it?’

‘It’s almost 9 am.’ She mentions, turning around to take something. ‘Here – I thought that you could use a little something.’

Your eyes widen with surprise as you see a tumbler – an expensive-looking tumbler that was most definitely not standard issue – presented to you… along with an ornate cup that would probably cost more than a week’s shift in a dive. Kaga hums to herself as she flicks open the top, pouring what looked to be a cup of hot coffee, specially made for you. You shift your feet over the edge of the mattress and onto the wooden floor, rubbing your hands in anticipation. She gives you the cup – it burns your fingers a little, but it doesn’t matter that much, really. It had been a while since you’d been treated to something like this.

‘Thank you.’ You give Kaga a thankful smile – she doesn’t give you one back, but she does acknowledge you with a small nod. ‘Hard to believe I’ve only been asleep 3 hours.’

You take a sip of the hot, bitter liquid – it’s definitely freshly made. Even if it is a little… thick for your liking.

‘28.’

You blink, looking right at her as she pours a cup for herself.

‘Huh?’

‘You’ve been asleep for 28 hours.’

The cup almost slips from your hands.

‘You owe me.’ She smirks, taking a sip from her cup. ‘Shigure and Murakumo were about to start funeral arrangements.’

>‘I’m behind on paperwork!’ (Try to get down to business)
>‘I have to see Nagato!’ (Go to the MASH)
>‘How’s everyone?
>‘You didn’t bother to wake me at all in that span of time?’
>Write-In

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[Based off of Digital Devil Saga, Devil Summoner: Soul Hackers, the Deus Ex series, and about twenty other different assorted cyberpunk and urban fantasy stories. Enjoy!]


You stare at yourself in awe, your fingers whirring to life.

Something's gone terribly wrong.

Your name is... Or probably was, John Smith. That's what it said on every government document, and that's the name you went by. You work, or worked, most likely now, as a freelance cracker, facilitating the data wars between corporations in the rotting megapolis of Neo York, a neon-washed land of privately owned police, privately owned governments, and privately owned lives.

None of the politics ever mattered to you. You were just good at what you did, and then you got paid, and then you could tuck into a nice platter of sushi at the local place near your joint. Sometimes you got paid enough to hire a hooker, sometimes not. You didn't have a ton of implants compared to some of the other crackers you've seen - an RFID finger for remote controlling the electronics in your apartment and turning on the ignition for your motorcycle, and a standard headport for jacking into cyberspace and surfing the data waves like the rest of your code monkey brethren. Life was simple, life was good.

You had a bad feeling ever since this morning though, when you took on your latest job. Goetia Enterprises, one of the most secretive megacorps dueling for dominance in Neo York. Nobody knows their products, nobody knows what their PMC symbol is, and nobody knows anything but their name, and the fact that they exist and are in business. Just tracking down their purple-cast tower was a job and a half, but the price tag on this one was astronomical. You got in, noticed the lack of security, robotic or otherwise, and made your way to the server farms to begin working.

You look around. You're still in the same place but you can't feel your head jack plugged in. Your entire body is on fire with some sort of hunger that needs to be satiated and you're not sure what will fill it up. You taste the metallic tang of blood in your mouth, a taste you're all too familiar with.

{Choose your Steelshape, please}

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Welcome to Not so Glorious Quest!

This is a drawquest and an anything-can-happen (I mean it) wacky adventure, where (you) the player(s), will dictate the actions and decisions of our young 15 years old girl protagonist “Ilin”, in a medieval fantasy-esque setting. Her main objective is to become GLORIOUS! How do you achieve gloriousness? Well, we’re going to find out!

Illin will do anything you guys say. But her chances of success will depend on how well you describe her actions, if they make (some) sense and if she doesn’t suck at it. Have fun!

Disclaimer: My English sucks, mature themes could appear and this will get even dumber.

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Summaries, draws and Information about the characters and setting in our new fancy document: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Q7Cc_ztUb-GhH3B-WAPCFfVyi4pfYFa_v_01ooTafuo/edit?usp=sharing

Last chapter you basically fight a spirit (Mishi) out of your body and annihilated her, then Emily kicked you out for eliminating her mother (Hely) from this plain of existence ( you used her spiritual power (Hely’s idea, you didn’t want to do it) to enter back to your body).

Then you joined forces with your other childhood friend, Shimilia and your two favorite dudes (Wardell and Tinco) to go adventuring! But before doing that you and Shimi wanted to recruit Emily even though she hated you with all her being.

You went to her house and saved Emily AGAIN. This time from being possessed by her dead cat (Mr. Fluffy), then the spiritual power that was her mother fused with the cat’s energy and went inside Emily. At last, she promised you to never EVER leaving you and you are best friends forever and ever.

Your crew boarded a ship to somewhere not specified, but you stopped them because you wanted to confront your evil stepmother (Barbara) who kicked you at beginning of this quest starting all this mess. You went to your original home and had a discussion with her, and then took your dad’s stuff with you (one of the things was a picture of your mother).

Finally you left shore in the good looking boat to the ADVENTURE!!! YEAH!!!

So let’s get to IT!