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Should have posted this in /qtg/ instead of making a useless thread.

Ready to fucking open that chest

kick it

>>507094
Pat its head.

>>511566
>Dark folk
>City ruins
Let's get this show on the roard.

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>>511566
Try this chart.

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Catfolk. This kind of catfolk.

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Jack Chitin
"This is a bit awkward, but... do you have a name?"

She raises her eyebrow in a seductive way as she gazes at Jack.

Lunar Guardian
"Oh?~ Want to meet again later, hmm?~"

Jack blushes a bit.

Yuna
"Well, we don't usually refer to ourselves as individuals seeing that we are the will of the goddess, but if you need a way to identify me, you may refer to me as Yuna~"

Jack Chitin
"Yuna? That's an beautiful name."

Yuna
"Well, aren't you the charmer?~ If you continue, I might not be able to control myself~", she said in a seductive way

Instead of letting out an embarrassed reaction, like usual, Jack takes a deep breath.

Jack Chitin
"Then don't~ I like it when you're feral, it excites me~ Next time feel free to bite~", he said with his head up high, looking her in the eyes with a confident smile

Yuna looks at him in awe, out of breath. She violently grabs his bandages and pulls towards her, passionately kissing him. Jack grabs her neck and pushes her back a bit, their breath shivering from lust.

Jack Chitin
"Not now... Later~"

Consumed by lust, Jack punches the nearby tree, violently snapping it in half, discharging the power surging through his body. Yuna speaks up.

Yuna
"I'm... proud~ Those weren't just hollow words, you really are willing to accept who you are~", she said in a caring tone

Jack Chitin
"Like I said, I'm done dragging myself around. Time to see who the Jack that was buried underneath, really is."

Yuna embraces him with another, more gentler kiss, signalling that they continue walking. While they walk, Jack thinks to himself.

Jack Chitin
[I'm not going to lie... this actually feels good, asserting my power and dominance. Why have I been such a pathetic weakling for such a long time...]

As Jack and Yuna return to both Velvet and the Yuni, they are met with a comic scene. Velvet is slowly ripping her hair out in frustration as the Yuni keeps blabbering about.

Yuni Guardsman
"So yeah uhmm, there was like this huge uhhhh hairball I vomited the other day, and you won't believe what it looked like..."

Velvet interjects and runs towards Jack, hugging him.

Yuni Guardsman
"F-FINALLY... ahem, thank g-goodness you r-returned, Jack!"

Jack signals for Yuna to lead the way towards Feralia. As they walk, they pass some old Lunar ruins. Jack whispers the information he gathered, as well as the "diplomacy".

Jack Chitin
"Listen Velvet, I'm grateful for everything, but I'm done restricting myself based on others' expectations. I want to find out who I really am."

Velvet looked away and just nodded. At first Jack was worried at her unusual response, but part of him wanted to act like this, to feel powerful and not chained down.

Possible actions
>"Yuna, how long until we are there?"
>"Velvet... say something."
>Write-in

>>509341
>Our powers worked with Yuna
>Velvet is not being hit on by the male Yuni
She's lying to us. She doesn't have the gift. She's a liar!

>>509341
Small error, that last Yuni Guardsman title is actually Velvet. Sorry bout that, their titles are both red so a small error there.

>>507373

Exploit a glitch in the game to get below the statue early.

>>507640
that ruins the whole quest, we're also too weak.

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>>507853
You know what? Fuck this shit man. Why are we risking our fucking lives in fucking space, where pulling your hair down makes you EXPLODE and shit. Get raped by 16 tentacle girls and all of that crap. Why can't we just ditch this shit, and start up a business on intergalactic facet 27.

>>509450
Wat?

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>>509450
you are sitting in class, bored as hell, when suddenly you feel a sensation, in your balls.

>oh shit what is that?
>it hurts like hell

your balls feel in credibly blue, but you can't remember getting aroused at all. the pain is almost unbearable.

>damn it where did this come from

you think about doing something to get rid of some of the pain. what do you do?

>screw this, jack it in class
>raise hand, and ask to use bathroom
>go to nurses office, I need medical attention!
>write in

>>509485
What the fuck, shit go to the bathroom and fap, if fail just fap in class trying to not get caught.

>>513678
“Are you conscious?” a toneless voice erupts from nowhere, simultaneously too loud and hard to hear.

You manage some unintelligible vocalization, and are rewarded with more pain. It's like every muscle in your body was pumped full of molten fuck and allowed to congeal. You find your way to a fetal position and proceed to whine like a little bitch.

There's a click and a sharp pinching sensation in your neck and you feel the pain begin to retreat. The headache turns to a slight throbbing behind your eyes and the rest of your nervous system has thankfully shut the fuck up. Was that a shot? You reach up to feel the back of your neck with a newly responsive hand and find something cold and metal clamped onto you like a spider. The device refuses to give when you apply a few experimental tugs, and the lack of sensation from its general area fills you with a cold dread.

“The discomfort should pass in time. For your own safety, please refrain from tampering with your monitor.”

“Ok, really, where the fuck am I?”

The voice gave no response.


>Roll 1d6. Taking the first six results for your attributes.

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>513679
Check out this Nat 1.

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>513679

I have a great idea, but if not I can dial it back.

Doubles decides where this particular story goes/what actions are taken.
(Since you are characters in a story, maybe make up a name for yourself)

PART 1

There's been a cave in. The only way out is down and the team is low on supplies, and has little light. The rocks are piled up too hight to climb over and if you move them, you might cause a cave in. The only way out of the current area is down.

What do we do first?

>>509050
>Quests with Smut here and there
OK
>Quests revolving around smut
NOT OK

>>509053
Got it.
Since this is mostly going to be reader driven, i don't think that will be a problem.

>>505665
>Black Scribe Cell F-7
>>Asymmetrical combat specialists. Suited to fighting superior numbers, can move quickly and efficiently. Can quickly entrench and fight off hordes in a pinch, adaptable.

>Reactive, the fireteam will push with a dogged persistence, ensuring that whenever they found the center of the engagement they would have it ended.

>>505678
Eschewing wait times in favor of getting steam. Will be updating for a few hours, so let's build up!

Writan' as per usual.

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>>505678
>Black Scribe Cell F-7
>Reactive

“F-7, you’re with me. We’re clearing that building: we clear as we go. I don’t want to be stuck in a crossfire with whatever is inside, and accidentally get read as an enemy by the psionic going to town.”

Little known fact: Praeses had a penchant for getting into bar brawls. A more widely known fact: Black Scribes were the best bar-brawlers. Seconded only by certain groups of United News Network reality stars, when it came down to some good ol’ fashioned ass-kicking, a BELLATOR joining with a Black Scribe Cell was a party nothing else could easily handle.

Especially not the Plague.

Praeses charged up the ramp, the Cell behind him eager. Marilyn Avalon darted past, barely registering as she augmented her speed with psionics. She slammed into a desk, leaped over the desk, and tore a Plague form from its cover before slamming her weapon into its mouth. Several shots and the revving of a chainsaw bayonet, she had cleared one target of… Praeses counted forty two. There was a deafening pop, and the shaking of atmosphere. Sensors read forty-one targets after that. The building swayed from that blast.

“Bang, clear, move!” Praeses ordered. He shouldered through rubble, finding three Vipers. Swinging the rifle across, they dropped. Sniper fire bounced off walls and flew further down the halls, and there was a small cough on the comm-line.

“Two, three, four.”
“I’ll take five!” the heavy gunner exclaimed, blasting a Zealot apart with his cannon.
“C’mon, BELLATOR, don’t let the Scribes outpace you!”

Praeses dismissed his weapon in a flash of light, grabbing a chair. He launched it through a wall with a flick of his wrist, and it took out a single target.

“I’m at four!” He blew through the hole, finding a squad of Plague troops. About twelve, two Elite Vipers, three Zealots, and another of the Brawlers. The Zealots pointed to Praeses, and the Brawler immediately took several blows to the chestplate. Another deafening pop blasted through the air, more of the building shaking.

”-doctor?” echoed through the halls, almost as if from an AI. There was a rewinding noise. ”Do you need a doctor?” There was a loud BINK! this time, and a squeal. Rewind. ”-you need a doctor?”

>Show the Brawler what-for, BELLATOR style. Mano-y-mano! [Morale affecting]
>Use the rifle to dispatch the targets quickly, and show off gunplay. [Compete with Scribes for killcount]
>Change tactics, rush to potential survivor’s aid and fight back to entrance.

>>512523
oh man im i frist?
what hapened last week?

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No. You won't let this be the end of it. You're not going to let The Stranger just take over like this. Nobody does this to you. Nobody can take you away from your home, your friends, your love... nobody.

You're going to break out of here. You don't know when. You don't know how. But Stranger's not going to get away with his. You're going to break out of this mind prison, you are going to return to your body. You are going to regain full control. Then, you're going to kill every last Archdemon and destroy the Darkworld for good. Then, you're going to kill the Stranger, because that's what happens when you try to mess with a master delinquent!

Your name is Ryoji Shida. You're a transfer student at Dark Gate Academy, and for so long you thought this was due to a mix-up. But now you realise... this was no mistake. This was fate. It was your destiny to come to this school, to meet these people, to fight these evils. It was your destiny to enter this insane realm of monster and demons and possession, and it's your destiny to end it.

Your name is Ryoji Shida... and you're going to destroy the Darkworld.

“Ryoji... wake up...”

You toss and you turn before your eyes shoot open. You feel the warmth of a soft mattress below you. You pull yourself up, only to whack your head and fall back. There's a top bunk above you.

“Mind your head, Ryoji.”

That voice... what the hell is going on? A moment ago... yes, you're sure of it. You were being pulled into an abyss. The Stranger took control of your body, and he was going to... well, you don't know for sure, his plan definitely involved taking you out of the picture. And yet... as you pat the mattress beneath you, you realise... you're back in the academy. How? Why? What the hell happened?

“When you collapsed, we were all very worried about you. It's good to see you're doing okay.”

That voice again... what did she say? Collapsed? You don't remember collapsing... then again, there's a lot of things you don't remember. You can't see who's talking to you, the blinds are shut and your eyes are still adjusting to being awake.

“Anyway, it's time you got out of bed. Rise and shine, Ryoji.”

“Time I... what? Rise and shine?” you ask, clutching your head. Damn, you've got a throbbing headache. “What do I need to get up for?”

“What else?” the girl's voice asks, as her silhouette makes her way to the window and reaches for the blinds. “Class is starting again, you don't want to be late.”

She pulls the curtains back, as the light from the sun pools into the room, temporarily blinding you. You pull your hand up to your face, shielding your eyes from the harsh sunlight as they begin to adjust to your surroundings. You peek out from the space behind your fingers and catch a glimpse of... silvery white hair. And that hairclip, and that style... no, I can't be. It couldn't be...

You pull your hand away to get the full look at her. “Nina?!”

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“What's wrong, Ryoji?” Nina asked, with a concerned look on her face. Odd, in the time you knew her in the academy, she was as unexpressive as they came, never having any emotion on her face. She looks completely different with that look on her face.

She takes a few steps towards you and you recoil back, acting on instinct. She pull her hand away and pouts. “Ryoji, you're even paler than usual. You look like you've seen a gh-”

“Don't finish that sentence,” you interrupt, your eyes wide.

Nina sighs. “Well, you must have had a terrible dream to leave you this shaken. Do you want to talk about it?”

A dream? What is she talking about? Everything she's talking about... no, it couldn't have been a dream. It felt so real. No, this is the dream... right? But... this feels real too. You pinch yourself. It hurts. Well... now you don't know what to think.

“You're starting to scare me, Ryoji...” Nina mutters. “Why are you silent? You're supposed to be the one who talks too much, not me. Come on, tell me what's bothering you.”

>I have to get out of here.
>I have to go see the Principal.
>It's... it's good to see you, Nina.
>I... nothing. Come on, let's go to class.

>>509363
>H. research Magic

>>509363
>>K. Navy

>>509363
>H. Research magic.

>>506916
Miellewds-guy here.

here

>>506916
Here

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A great, heaving breath marks your return to consciousness. Your skin feels like it's on fire, and it's with unintentional violence that you fight your way out of the grip of your companions. There's an immense pain in your chest and the rush of blood in your ears is thunderous. People are shouting at you, that much you realize, but you can't really hear them. You make it about ten feet before you're forced to spew the contents of your stomach across the metal platform on which your tower sits.

Vomiting is, in a way, strangely comforting. It allows you time to collect your thoughts, even as your body revolts against the strain you've put it through. Eventually the tide of half-digested food subsides and you're able to stumble forward on unsteady legs, an arm hooking itself through your own to help you along. Darzi is kind enough to seat you against the wall of the tower, despite the fact you accidentally drove an elbow into her cheek while you were flailing to escape from the grasp of your friends.

The puddle you left on the platform vanishes with a gesture, and for a time you just focus on breathing. Your heart rate gradually slows and the pain in your chest subsides, but even several minutes after returning to your mortal form you still suffer from a dull, all-pervading ache. Only belatedly do you realize people have been trying to get your attention, a hand upon your shoulder forcing you out of the malaise you'd sunken into.

Profectus stands over you, Devika peeking out at you from behind his legs. She stares at you with wide-eyed confusion and your companion seems only slightly more composed than she is. You're not quite sure where Darzi's gone, she was with you a moment ago. “You feeling alright, Mik? You've been sitting here for a half hour, just staring at the ground.”

“Just the unfortunate consequences of leaving your body a soulless husk so you can impress some few commoners in a backwater nobody has ever heard of.” Your voice is hoarse, and forming your thoughts into a coherent sentence proves inordinately difficult. Each syllable comes slowly and only as the result of sincere effort on your part. “Help me to my feet, would you?”

He sighs, extending a hand which you grasp firmly by the wrist. You have to leverage yourself against the wall to stand, but once on your feet you're able to more or less support yourself. Walking proves a little more difficult than usual but you manage it well enough. You're about to set off for the grand arched doorway which permits entry to your tower when a soft tug against your sleeve distracts you.

(1/2)

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Glancing down you find Devika hanging onto the cuff of your robe. “Do I get to meet your son now?” She asks timidly. “You said he could fly, and I wanna ask him if I can ride on his back.”

>You suppose now is as good a time as any to introduce her to Zahak.
>Truthfully you're exhausted, a nice nap sounds good right about now. She can ask later.
>With your husk depleted, you were hoping to fit in a meditation session. She'll have a chance some other time.
>After the day you've had, you really want nothing more than to curl up with a book and read. Apologize, but it will have to wait.
>Write-in

>>504026
You pedo

>>506903
>Ask Wang to wait here, you don't want the ants to get the wrong idea.

Glad to see you're back by the way.

>>506975
This

>>506903

>Ask Wang to wait here, you don't want the ants to get the wrong idea.

>>511772
Bar should still be open at this point, get back on that horse cowboy

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>>511790
As you regain your senses, you realize that everything in your inventory has gone missing (Save for a razor blade that you use to cut yourself when you're feeling especially edgy).

Lost belongings aside, you waste no time shouting at the bartender for another drink: And this time, don't annihilate the damn thing with ice!

It takes several seconds to realize that nobody is in the room with you.

Shaking with excitement, you hop the counter to steal any and all cash. Only... There's no cash register.

In fact, these notes say nothing about alcohol; Rather, they're all about herbs and leaves and the like.

Dear god, this must be a salad bar.
The worst kind of bar.

You gotta blow this joint, and fast.

>>511831
Look for any and all exits.