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Welcome to infinite dungeon quest! we are trapped in the infinity dungeon and need to get out!

LAST TIME: We defeated Frozen Claw thats pretty much it.

OUR ITEMS: Brand(Fire sword),Shotgun,Revolver,how2teleport,dragon Jizz,Fire boosted armour cloak,bag o' chips, and 2 bombs.

LAST THREAD: >>>556019


Any suggestions on the next floor?

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Well, due to recent rule changes it looks like we'll be running in /qst/ from now on. Let's just see how this goes!

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You are Captain SAMANTHA WELLINGS, a newly minted captain of the Centauri Accord!

You've finally managed to pick out a swimsuit. Well, swimsuit material, technically. Right now, it as just a block of nanomachines waiting to be programmed into a particular shape, but you'll worry about that when you get to it.

It was still your first day on Palm Island, and most of it was spent shopping and just getting to the hotel to unpack and unwind. You groan as you flop onto your bed, gazing out of the massive window of your private hotel suite, giving you a perfect view of the tropical sunset, marred only by the occasional starship zipping past the dipping sun.

It was starting to get dark. Maybe an opportunity to see what the night life on this planet was like?

>Let's go see what the hotel bar can provide.
>Maybe see if Luc or "Director Hawkins" takes late calls?
>Hang out with someone. (specify)
>Sleep in and worry about it in the morning.
>Other

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> [[ Underground: Averron Observatory // Neutral Territory // PVP Disabled ]]

You manifest on one knee, amidst a sidereal lightning storm. Your cloak—taken from the stockpile of the mad Artificer Kjorikos—rests fluttering on your shoulders, hood pulled over your head. The rings of your gilded mail clink quietly as you come to rest. Your body is crackling with malefic energy.

You are standing near the table you were seated at when you last logged out. Crow, Aelriss, Tatsumaki, and Smith are nowhere to be seen – but you feel as if someone is staring at you. You look around to pinpoint the source, unsure of whether or not this sensation is more profound than a mere feeling after what you just went through.

The NPCs – the beast-kin shopkeepers and attendants of the Observatory – usually regard you as their Keeper, welcoming you with open arms. You have to double-take to realize it: they’re currently staring at you wide-eyed, trembling or slowly turning away. Those that do not immediately cower in fear seem to regard you with a tangible sense of otherness – as if you were a stranger or some sort of foreign intruder.

> Check your group chat.
> Say something aloud. (Write-in)
> Leave the Observatory.
> Other.

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(Sounds of VHS tape spools winding)

(Burst of snow, crackle of static)

You're still covered in the pale orange blood of your mortal enemy.

You're still holding the neck of the one person you believe to be human still under the monster.

You're still trying to make sense of the insanity that is your reality as an alien creature of mental energy that calls itself Lightbringer tells you that you were on his side and was sent to destroy something called Project Pelican while he comforts a smashed wad of eyes and voices called Mandala.

You pay only slight attention to his words. Your main focus is on C'Mell. As the incredible post-DEVOUR high drains guilt and self-disgust rise up to replace it.

You tore Bloodion apart and you enjoyed it. You felt him pop between your jaws and you enjoyed it.

You didn't realize how sick the whole thing was until you saw the fear in her eyes. To you it felt as natural as breathing.

You have to ask yourself, you have to form a hypothesis in in your critical scientific way, would you have known how sick and monstrous it was to eat another sapient while he screamed in your face if she wasn't here?

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Oh shit nigger(s) it's the aftermath of a 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.
Choose a character to become the protag:
- Barbarian gladiator
- Elven farmer
- Orc Gladiator
- Dragon Labourer
- Goblin sweatshop worker

Majority vote for the char select
I guess

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The love of my life left me and I'm channeling the pain into the greatest Civ thread of your life, you lucky faggots.


Let's set some ground rules first:

>There will be no rolls
>Multiple choice by majority vote
>There will occasionally be create-your-own answer options
>Be creative! The game can go any way you want
>I will be trying to fuck you up throughout
>I will challenge you
>I am cruel and clever
>If you survive, you will be rewarded immensely

CHOOSE A RACE

Races available not included in the chart:
>Orcs
>Undead
>Insectoids
>Reptilians (troglodytes)


Setting next

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This weekm let's have a cute thread with only cute girls stabbing things in a cute way.

Yeah, Im feeling in a mood for Adrianna and Stella to have the spotlight today, you on board with it?

Let me know when you are here!

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You... don't remember much. There was a loud bang... a flash... alot of pain, and now you've woken up in the middle of even more chaos. There isn't much time to think of everything, but you need to keep your wits about you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
First 2 votes on each wins.
>Sex: Male/Female
>Location: New Jersey, New York, Paris, Columbine
>Ethnicity: White; Black. Spanish, Asian, Jewish
Skillset: Pick One
>The Salesman: Great at trading, bonus to rolls relating to it
>The Brawler: Great at unarmed and using makeshift/melee weapons. Bonus to rolls related
>The Marksman: Bonus to ranged weapon rolls
>The Ditz: Bonus to charming, less intelligence
>The NEET: Bonus to intelligence, less charming
>The Lucky Bastard: Extremely lucky, all base stats reduced

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Fuck Diamond Free for All Edition
>Previously on Spartan-II Quest...
In the aftermath of OPERATION LIGHTNING STRIKE, Damien-032 suffers a flashback while undergoing mandatory after mission examinations. Whether due to frustration or a protective instinct to Dr. Halsey Damien finds himself in a confrontation with ONI operatives. After being reprimanded for his actions during and after the mission, Damien volunteers the Spartans and thus begins OPERATION FULMEN.

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>Ryukusa's choices are often less about 'wat do' than 'how people see her'. Even her 'wat do' choices are more often about why and what she does, rather than how successful or unsuccessful they will be.

>Ryukusa is incredible Clever – it is literally one of her powers – and Dangerous. As a result most choices will be informed by her understanding of things (which can be wrong), her psychic abilities (subtle but present), or by her capabilities (which she understand s most of as a dragonette, but not nearly enough of as a demigod). Her attitudes and general desire are also well established and most choices outside of the occasion where her severe impulse control issues crop up will not be 'trapped'.

>That doesn't mean she won't get hurt or that her lovers and friends and allies won't get hurt.

>Everyone and everything is fair game for pain, suffering, death, rescue, healing, love, and hope.

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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.

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The tea is as terrible as you expected. You've been discreetly pouring it into the fire you're tending for around four minutes and twelve seconds - not that you're counting.

Captain Remy has been seated with Lexington since he arrived laughing and joking about political movements and mentioning names that mean nothing to you. You're 90% sure they have alcohol in their cups because there is no way they could tolerate the taste otherwise.

The child who accompanies Matthieu... is somewhere. You've been catching his wide eyes blinking at you from odd places every now and then. Sometimes he's hiding behind the wagon, sometimes he's on the other side of the fire. He even ended up next to you once, as if he's slowly growing used to your presense.

Not that you blame him, your emotionless visage and concentration must be unsettling to someone used to the exuberance of your boss' former pupil.

You pull the spit off the fire and carefully stick it into the ground upright to let some of the juices run off of it. The meat glistening in the firelight making your stomach rumble, you turn to get the old men and find that the child is tugging at their wrists...

Huh.

Time to serve the meat you guess.

> [CURIOSITY] Why didn't you sit with me kid?

> [PRIDE] Eat Up

> [PRIDE] Bet your owl couldn't do That

> Write-In

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You are a tired depressed man, having nothing else to do but to go on the computer and search up anything to keep you away from your devastating reality. Your father is an alcoholic, your mother is dead, your sister is suicidal, and your dog has rabies. When suddenly, in front of your dead, cloudy eyes, appears a fairy. "It is I, the spirit of faith, Saturday, from the eternal hills of Eden. We shall go, my child, to end the suffering of all of mankind. Come. Come my child." In a low, hoarsy voice, you reply in the most polite way, "May I be excused for the moment, for I am in a state of severe bodily harm. Perhaps invite me at another time." And you slept the Sumer night away.
You awake the next day to find that you are a chicken. You are startled, yet decide to stay calm and get ahold of the situation. You investigate the place, searching beneath your bed, table, chair, and even your rectum. After hours of searching your room, you finally decide to give up. To live the life of this bird. But as you were about to go through your wooden bedroom door, something catches your eye. It was a piece of brown paper. You picked it up, and read it amongst yourself. "Niggah come to Eden and I'll fix your ugly ass face." It was from Saturday! What will you do?

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>Information

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

>Rules

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

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

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

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

I hope you all have fun

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKGzUxH9GyQ

Welcome dear reader, I am The Director and you are about to take part in my experiment, you see I have created a simulation....in this simulation you will be a part of a horror movie....but beware because sometimes the fine line bewtween reality and fantasy can blur in an instant.

Its Halloween.... you awake from a nap in your couch......what is your name?

The TV is on and tells of the greatest storm the the county has seen, it advices people to stay home unless absolutely necessary.

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Six player dungeon crawler sort of thing.

Since the Manhorse is busy chasing pretty birds of shiny colors, I'll try my own mess in his stead.

Now make your character.

CLASS:
GravMan: Ignore the weight of one thing at a time. If they are held togueter you can go for it.
WordMancer: Change one letter out of anything and turn it into something different.
Friend: You can talk with anything. Fucking. Anything. Just think about it.

Pick ONE weapon.

MELEE (guess who's getting hit):

ASSYN: Collosal techno sword. Melee. Rolls 1d10. Can powerstrike for 1d25, but next turn you won't be able to dodge.

ENA: A big ass pile bunker around your right arm. Rolls 1d10; 5 or less does no damage, 6 or more does twice as much. You can roll 1d5 to charge from a safe distance, the resulting number reducing the margin of error of the next hit.

HEIL: Pair of oversized mecha-fists. Half damage. Rolls 2d10. If on melee, your dodges also roll to counter at 6 or more.

All melee 10's roll again.

RANGED (don't hit your allies):

IMBA: Gigantic machineguns attached under your arm. You can either shoot them up close to melt critters and get squashed or salvo them from a distance and murder your friends in the crossfire. Rolls 1d10. Roll 5 for less to hit melee buddies.
TERA: A cannon so big, you actually drag it across the floor. First rolls charge the shot; second roll shoots it. Yup charging takes a turn. Rolls 1d10 until 10 charges and then 1d30 for the blast. 3 or less for melee suffering.
LOEVRA: Oversized gun; just aim and shoot. Simple! Rolls 1d7. Roll 1 for melee anguish.

With every post, you get to choose to FAR or CLOSE; in FAR; you are safe from AoE bullshit, in CLOSE your friends are safe from you.

TRAIT:
Precise: +1 to precision rolls of any sort, like shooting, jumping, or landing crumpled paper into trashcans.
Reactive: +1 to reaction rolls. If it's gonna get you, it won't have it easy. Tag master at school.
Sturdy: +5 HP. It takes a while to make you stumble.

COMMON TRAITS
Name (be warned, I'm gonna fuck with it)
Armor: See that armor in the pic? Yup, thats yours. Your pic will be what you can see behind the helmet.
All chars have 10 innate HP.
Every action takes one turn.
Any other kinds of rolls (seducing, understanding, hiding, etc) are 1d10. The more the crazy, the more the harder.
Special traits: Write in a special trait and OP will fuck with it. Pros and cons!

OP will pick six guys among the biggest rolls, oh god this smells like a clusterfuck already.

inb4 balance, also ask me shit now or never.