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You awake with a start as the whistle blows. You look around, outside the train car’s window to see that you have arrived at Grand Central Station: New York City. Great, that’s great! You have to find a phone, you have to contact Operator #5, you have to- “AAH!” you yelp, waking Anneliese from her slumber as well.

Sitting across from you is Val, who does not appear to have a moved single inch since you… dang it, you fell asleep. What’s Christine going to think of you if you just fall asleep around strangers!? She probably stole something or injected you with something nasty or maybe even touched you inappropriately! Ugh, you do not envy Christine for catching the attention of a certain girl that’s for sure. Val continues to stare at you with those bright blue eyes of hers, her shady umbrella casting down a shadow over her frilly dress and neat hair, making her eyes even brighter by contrast. “Did you have a restful sleep?” she says quietly.

“Y-… yeah,” you gently pus Anneliese up and into the aisle. “Listen, we better get going, hehe.” You smile at Val. She stands up, walking towards you. “Um. Val, listen, it was nice meeting you but we should really part ways from here.”

She continues to stare at you, a slight smile on her face.

“That means um… that means you go one way-“ You quickly head down the steps and have your ticket checked by the conductor. He gives it back to you and allows you to go. “And you go the other way!” You point down one line of Grand Central Station. She looks that way briefly, then swivels her head back to you. “… so bye!” You wave at her as you walk away.

But she decides to follow you. Oh for goodness sake! This is just scary! You stop, then sigh. “Listen, Val. You’re a really nice and probably a stand-up gal I assume, maybe even you root for the Dodgers too! Right? Do you?”

She blinks. “What are Dodgers?” Wow. Really. “Are Dodgers some form of crack military team adapted for irregular combat operations?” She what? “If so, then I do root for them.” She places her hand over her heart, and you do notice her rather uh… ample bust. “I do believe that in the grand scheme of warfare, the battle is won with the hammer but is decided by the scalpel.”

Anneliese blinks. “Um, Val. Are you um… are you missing your parents?” Anneliese!

“Oh, I do not have parents,” says Val. “Anyway, I wish to follow you two.”

“That’s nice,” you say. “But we’d really rather um…” Val continues to stare at you, her expression unchanging and the slight glow to her blue eyes continuing to burn into your vision.

> “Look over there!” RUN FOR YOUR LIVES
> “… you know what, forget it. You can come with us.”
> “Would you please just go? Away?”
> Other

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For some time special People said: "The Goverments Laws already incriminate all their citicens!". That sounds pretty wild but is there any truth to it, maybe?

Why don't we look into it?

1. Right now, is it possible for a Person to NOT break any Law and how would that daily life look like?

2. Is possible to not break a Law and still become locked up for good or expirence everything a conviced criminal does without doing anything wrong?

3. Consider everthing on a world wide scale

4. Since this seems to be a Story Board, give examples in short Story format.

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Last time! In Falsehood of Gerosda you, the 15 year old Nathaniel Joesph, are searching of a master Illusionist of the Dangarnon known as Aedan. He has managed to stir you off his path until Veridia and Derek, with a new look, came along and helpd you and Mavis. And finally your search has guided you to a Tavern in Chepstow. You have yet to spot in him, but his cursed artifact provided him with the ability to make you and others disregard him completely. So the task wouldn't be easy, would it?

Quest:
Detain Aedan
Take down the Dangarnon before they are able to release the Soulless one.

Task:
Find Iras or someone equal to her

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Previous Thread: >>510719
Chapter Directory: http://pastebin.com/sgnYBisD

Welcome readers to Scrumptious Calem and Kuudere Serena's Tubular Voyage, a ridiculously wacky over-the-top monster-of-the-week reinterpretation of the plot of Pokemon X and Y! This story has moved from /vp/ after being hosted there since Oct. 2013, if you're new and this is your first time with us, please consider catching up with the dropbox archives in the Chapter Directory for the latest on our lore and inside jokes or sit down and enjoy the ride with little-to-no context whatsoever! Either way, you're in for a show! Now enough explanations, any longer and Gen VII will have come out! Enjoy! Alolan Rattos look stupid but I really like Type: Null and Jangmo-o. The Aether Foundation is obviously https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQ0c4_P2uno and Lillie is a jellyfish and Zygarde hunting and Sina/Dexio and there's still Corocoro on the way.This will likely be the final thread in this story arc.
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["THE CITY OF LIGHT" — LUMIOSE CITY, KALOS REGION]
[OVERCOMING RIDICULOUS ODDS — NORTHERN EXIT/ROUTE 14 GATE]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SW7QU72Eo2s
If it's a scallop he wants, it's a scallop he gets. Greninja spins around and haphazardly slings the swiped Scalchop at the otter as if it were a shuriken. Unfortunately, any gray sentiments of kindness that can be construed from that act are quashed by the nautical act of god that immediately follows it.

"GRENIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNN—JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

Summoning the total magnitude of his newly-harnessed synchronization, Greninja strikes a pose and fires a powerful maritime beam of destruction at the samurai. Any attempts to sidestep the aquatic obliteration are instantly denied as the flung scallop badonk-a-donks Dewott upside the head, stunning him in place.

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Hello! Welcome to Magical Girl For Hire Quest!

You are Miranda Styles, a relatively unscrupulous magical girl currently working for Silver Eye Solutions, a umbrella corporation for magical girl mercenaries such as yourself, located in scenic The Intersection, a dimensional nowhere and everywhere where you rest and get details for your next job. Currently, you're in the middle of a job in a swords-and-sorcery universe to take down a ragtag group of youths that probably have some kind of chosen ones shtick going on- whether it's by convincing them to join your clients, the mysterious Knights of the New Moon, or by outright elimination- the choice is yours. Upon getting here and getting briefed, the Knights got informed of a bandit lord that'd been causing trouble around their holdings, and tasked you with their elimination as a side-job. You'd just managed to finish that off, and in the process was able to secure a second of a number of legendary artifacts that The Knights of the New Moon have been searching for, via snatching control of it from said bandit lord, who had been using the thing to reinforce incredible assaults on cities by his men- the latest being Tenimbaum of Alban, a large city known for being one of the last bastions of true magical study.

Previous Thread: >>513191
Character Details: http://pastebin.com/9J70gqM2
Twitter!: https://twitter.com/MGFHandler

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You wake up in a cold, dark, dirty room with a knife on the floor next to you. What happened? How did I get here? All you know is that you have to get out. You hear groans coming from the south room. What do you do?

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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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You quietly get dressed and skulk down the stairs to avoid waking anyone up. Everyone but Seren and Reagan is probably awake, but it doesn't hurt to be polite just in case and after last night, those two will need all the sleep they can get.

Of course, when you think about last night, you're immediately reminded that Seren is pregnant, but a few breathing exercises make everything okay again and you continue your trip down to the first floor.

This is going to take some getting used to, but you'll manage. Probably. Eventually. Once you've had enough practice.

This isn't making things much better for you.

On the first floor, you can hear sounds coming from the backyard and from your study. It seems the others are indeed awake.

>Go to your study.
>Go to the backyard.

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ITT we post maps we are making, final Mups from games, continue planning Big Risk, and talk shit about Ash cuz he refuses to come to /qst/.

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Your favorite character gets warped into a dimensional rift and ends up in the same prison cell of TES IV. (No one too OP like Chtulu or Zeno)

Who is it?

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You are alive.
But before that you were dead.
Throughout it all, you are Purps.

Twatter: @StarbornQ
Char Sheets: (Spoilers) https://docs.google.com/document/d/1csg7vC-Yz10aAqk9ZwdCNv24obLGTtM5p6bKkPq1Pgc/edit#heading=h.74gk3dg6mvjp

"So soon? It hasn't even been a week." A voice smooth like silk says as the cold retreats. You cannot open your eyes... but you're dead. You have no heartbeat. You cannot move. You cannot even breathe. "Of course not. You died."

You think you should be sared. "The first time you were. But I honour my deal." His voice cuts out into murmurring as somethign shreds at your soul.

[EMOTION LOST] RAGE

..."he your hand." He says while you try to fight off panic. "If you are quite ready, I tire of your presense in my chamber."

You try to ask the question, but without breathe you do not know how to speak. "Ready for what you ask me? Well something is lost everytime. But you have to go back girl."

You mean... back alive? But you're dead.

"Yes and I will make you not dead." The silken voice replies."And before you ask the same questions as every other time. No you won't be undead. You just lose a bit of your self."

You are in shock, you don't believe this isn't anything but some hallucination but you feel your head being raised by a frighteningly strong taloned hand.

Your sight is restored.

[EMOTION LOST PRIDE]

Before you is a fabric man. Stitches for a mouth, eyes, nose ears. He is undoubtedly male, yet his left half is you - down to the breasts and all. His right however is of a man with deeper purple hair and almost pink eyes as opposed to your scarlet.

"I am the Dealer. Grasp what you hope to save for it is time to be returned until you by his hand or he by yours is unmade. Thus is the bargain. He spits on you and you feel strength returning to your limbs.

For the second time today, everything fades to black and you hold on to one thing.

> Honamurei DC 10

> Lexington DC 12

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Story so far:http://lom678.deviantart.com/gallery/56318769/AlternateQuest

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Not even an hour ago, you were the pathetic beta male Shinji Ikari, EVA pilot of UNIT-01 of NERV. Now, however, your name is Isaac Isekai, currently working on changing your name to Chad Thundercock by saving the fucking world. So far, you’ve brutally violated the SEELE death squad JSSDF with your EVA while jerking off in the cockpit, established your dominance over this beta fucking cast, and have just lined up two hot babes to party with you.

Life couldn’t be looking up any better for you, but you still refuse to let your overconfidence get the best of you. Before you can have the night of your life, you still need to shove your cock down Gendo’s faggot throat, and so far, you have every reason to believe he’ll try to start up Third Impact.

Knowing that four-eyed fuckboy, however, he’s most definitely armed and dangerous still with a variety of contingency plans to deal with any outside interference. Jokes on him though, he underestimates the sheer determination of one man with a night of pussy ahead of him.

Arriving on the medical level, you approach the dour looking Nurse at the steel counter in this sterile, state-of-the-art facility.

“Hey babe, you know where I can score some good shit around here?” You shout to get her attention away from the magazine she’s buried her face deep into.

Analyzing her as she looks up at you with a practiced neutral expression, you notice the cold gaze she directs at you, presumably for asking like a braindead monkey. “Sir, we only provide medication on prescription only.”

Yeah, fuck this bitch.

Grabbing her head with both of your muscled, gain-empowered hands, you drive it downwards onto the unbending steel counter with a thunderous crack. Leaping over the counter as you let her unconscious and probably concussion ridden body drop, you check one of her pockets and find a key card that lets you in to the storage area. Surrounded by white bottles and other myriad medical containers, you decide to grab as many as you can, including some Valium and cough syrup on the way out.

Speeding out of the doorway, you notice the staff quarters and immediately let yourself in, elbowing a glass fire extinguisher cabinet to pieces and extracting the red tank yourself. You find some lockers and smash the locks open with the extinguisher, after two lockers you finally find what you need. A few bottles of Sprite, a few Jolly Ranchers, and a few Styrofoam cups.
Cracking everything together in the cup, you create the premier purple drank, guzzling it done with gusto and enjoying the world slow down. Further searching of the lockers manages to drop a service pistol, a wrestling outfit, and a sword-length purple dildo. Saving the random assortment of medications for later, you decide on which item to bring with you to your duel with Gendo.
They’d all be rather effective to be completely honest, especially considering you still have your Westerosi longsword on you.

>Pistol

>Wrasslin’ Gear

>The Violator

>Longsword

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The continuing adventure of Jason Polyglut, Danksmith!

Previous Thread: >>514889

The story so far: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1SFj0bQrltLBIyZRTS0GLZNTlbK3NkaCKoOgV_lRgzQU/edit?usp=sharing

>Do a narly vortical head spin, rotating your body like a screw until you pop out.

You tense your lower body, prepping yourself for the immense stress you're about to experience
You key into your chi, hoping the drugs will assist you
You slam your right foot down
Sending your entire body spinning at a major speed
Your spin, unencumbered, begins twisting out of your hole
Within seconds, you come flying out of the way, landing in a kickass superhero stance from a mach force spin
"Leftie LOOSIE, BEEEEEEETCH"
jazz and the brigands (the gang with the only known whereabouts of the game you desperately need to sell for the sake of keeping you supplied with hardcore drugs) stare at you, wide eyed from confusion at aw
Now's your chance
What do you say?

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(A short thing I'm doing for practice)

You're on a floor, not entirely sure how you got here.

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It is the late 4000s, well past the age of space exploration. Humanity has long since broken into the stars, and found they were alone. In some combination of pique and practicality, shortly after the first colonies came the first prisons. Entire planets converted into a combination of penal colony and proper prison, the original plan was to use the labor of the worst to terraform planets over generations from hunks of stone in space to garden planets.

Of course, the best plans of mice and men are mocked by God.

Soon after the establishment of the first Dark Rock Project, named Dark Rock Zero, a man made rich by early space mining bought the whole operation. Not as another mine. He continued to operate it as a contracted prison to many governments, and bought others with the money. After the third Dark Rock acquirement, he announced his true plan: To recreate the Colliseum, writ large upon the stars. The Dark Rocks would be his arenas, and random inmates, housed within the planets' subterrainean networks, would be the players. The battleground? Large segments of these barren worlds.