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The strange tale of Karen and her voyage home.

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It is the 1st of Slate, in the year 475. Your name is Lolor Bridgeyawned, a young female dwarf, though you're quite tall and skinny for one. You were born into a poor farming family, and lived an uneventful life in Palacedance all your life—until now, that is.

You've traveled for weeks from the mountainhome to an up-and-coming Fortress with your 25 companions. Well, you say companions, but you really aren't too friendly with any of them. You have always been the independent type, after all. You just never saw the point in working with other people when you can take care of yourself just fine. But now that you think about it, you don't know anyone at this place, or anyone in your group. You don't even know much about where you're headed. Your parents just sent you off as fast as they could when they found out there was a caravan heading out to the new fortress. Maybe you should ask someone from your group about where you're headed?

>talk to the warrior
>talk to the gem cutter
>talk to the doctor
>talk to the farmer
>fuck social interaction, you'll just find out when you get there
>write-in

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Last we left off, our main playa, Dawg. Had just finished killing off Big Chimp with his puppers, and gaining some more territory. Now, he's watchin' some movie about some blonde bitch teaching chimps on BET. Unlike the dumbass chimps in the movie, he and his pack pick up on how to read, we smart dawgs now.
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Pop: 1 Alpha, 8 Bitches, 6 Dawgs, 1 Pupper
Food: 5 Turns worth.
Tech: Readin' You still some stupid ass motherfuckers though.
Territory: 16/30 Filled, if this shit overfills, bad things happen homie.
Weapons: You is some scary ass motherfucking pitbulls, know what I'm sayin?
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>Events:
Lil' pupper is getting alot of attention, he's gonna be a big dawg like you in 1 turn.
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Yo, smartass, now what?
>A. Go hunting with the dawgs
>B. Watch some movie about some bitch teachin' chimps how to do math on BET, might learn somethin'.
>C. Go out and start pissing on things, your gonna need more land for your pack Dawg.
>D. Dawg Orgy, get these bitches pregnant
>E. Watch BET with yo dawgs, pack bonding and shit, know what I'm sayin?
>F. Go to the library and read somethin' you ain't gettin any smarter in Tyrone's crackhouse.
>G. Write In

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Eyes snap open all across your body - each varying in shape, size, colour - all focused on the spot behind the man (mage, some untraceable voice in your mind tells you). You reach out, folding space over itself, then lurch forwards - coming ot a halt direclty behind the mage.
"Really, it's no surprise Ozark has nothing against being flooded with muslims, I'm sure he welcomes them every night", you say with a smirk.
The man - mage, spins around at the sound - hand raised, tattoos aglow - "Dude, I live near the countryside in a very bourgeois village. It doesn't get any whiter than this", he says, then, clenching his hand into a fist, fires a ball of flame idrectly into your face. His face, lit by the glow of his flames, contorts into a sneer, "Feel the heat of my awesome burn" he screams at you.

Your body contorts unnaturally, spine bending over itself to avoid the projectile. Even as that occurs, you're planning your next move - you know, through some ineherent knowledge, that it should take him several seconds before he can fire naoothneoihtrjrte.
With that in mind. you rear your arm back as your spine straightens, returnign to its natural position as your arm rockets outwards - connecting with the mage's face as you return to your natural posture.

The force of the blow is enormous, the man sent hurtling across the docks to come to rest in a crumpled heap against one of the many cargo containers surrounding you.
Even though he appears to be dead, you can't resist letting out one more insult, "Anyway, I'm right and you're wrong because FUCK YOU", you scream into the night.

As you breathe heavily, soaking in your vitory, you hear moaning from on top of one of the containers, then, "If we're gonna go with that logic, shouldn't EVERYBODY show their dick?".

She's right, of course. You had somewhere to be - the ship.
You hunger.

>Take a look around the docks. Why the hell was there a mage driving a forklift?
>Eat the guy.
>Head toward the ship.

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Four decades ago the world was torn asunder by a triple catastrophe. Wicked spirits emerged from a long dormant but foolishly reawakened artifact to inhabit the bodies of the dead and living alike; twisting and mutating them into horrible mockeries of what they once were. Occultists, seeking power and safety, summoned into the world their dark gods from the Else - the place from which all magical power is said to flow. They killed without mercy, carving out a new empire of the damned. The torrent of magical and otherworldly powers clashed with those of existing nations, and the following war leveled mountains and sank continents under the sea. The old nations were dashed. Their people were scattered to the winds. Every power was spent and broken in its struggle and the old threats have subsided - for now.

Your people have begun to rebuild, to reclaim what had once been lost a lifetime ago. In this world both the musket and the sword have equal place. Magic and Technology exist and compete for the favor of Man.

To play you need to fill out these sections
Nation Name:
Nation Fluff:
Nation Color:
Preferred Location:

The more detailed you are with your fluff both in the beginning and in gameplay the easier it will be for me to work with you to get the results you may want.

Rules
Each stat has its own rules associated with its use. No rule is set in stone. They can all be changed through the research and/or development of technology, magic, or practices. Ask and ye shall (potentially) receive. Players are, of course, encouraged to interact with one another in peace or in war as the story of the game is largely what the players make of it.

In this game every player starts out with 2d20 to use to invest their stats into actions, research, and do things they would like done. This could be anything from investing 5 points of industry into making goods for export, granting major currency or culture generation or investing 10 points of power into raiding the trade lanes and coasts of other players. How and what you use your stats for is up to you. Once stats have been invested they are spent.

The remainder of the rules are in the link here
http://pastebin.com/p74bXN9J

I suggest you read them. They're pretty simple. Questions can be directed to me in thread with a simple @GM at the top of the post with your question following.

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First Thread: archived.moe/qst/thread/447300
Second Thread: archived.moe/qst/thread/477185

And after many a technical difficulty and lazy excuse, we're back to Brave New World, ghetto archiving edition. Picking up right where we left off last thread having made our first friend, starting with the suggestions already posted prior. If you're not caught up, feel free to spend one whole minute doing so. If you are, then get cozy, and let's get started.

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Hello again fellow creators and questers. It's been a while since I've had the time to do this, but finally I have a period of time to run another EvoGame series. The goal of this game/quest series is to see how far the evolution of these critters go, and to make a thriving ecosystem of creatures and aberrations.

As GM, I'll do my best to actively work on phylogeny charts to track the evolutions, and also make random events for the world to drive evolution down new paths. Since I've done this a few times now, and taken the time to observe/lurk on other EvoGames, I've picked up a few new tricks to keep everything organized and streamline too.

How to play:
• Open an image of a species in MS Paint, or your editor of choice
• Make one evolutionary change to that species
• Save as .PNG!
• Post your new species in the thread with a description of what evolution you've added and why.
• Details indicating what the generation of your species is important. Please indicate. (Base Organisms are Generation 0)
• Details regarding a creatures size or name aren't necessary, but are encouraged.
• Nothing too outlandish. Anything incredibly silly or outlandish will not be considered a canon species 95% of the time.

Notes:
• Unless stated explicitly, no species ever goes extinct. Old species can still evolve, even if they're not on the latest "chain"
• Try to make your evolutions gradual and realistic in biological standards.
• Everyday I'll add an update Phylogeny Chart to track changes. These take awhile, so please be patient.
• Every 12-24 hours I'll be rolling for a Random World Event.
• As a sort of relief to our past players and new players, this part of the game will NOT experience a mass extinction event.
• Have fun

New to the Game?:
• We have a discord server, I'll put an invite in the thread everyday.
• Imgur Gallery detailing the history of this EvoGame up until now be found here http://imgur com/a/KI3ku
• In this thread and in the imgur gallery will be a Blank Template that you can use to make any organisms you wish to make for this game.
• Just a note, while it doesn't matter how intertwined your organism is with the rest of ecosystem, the more dependent it is on the existence of other creatures, the more potential your organism has to survive.

The organisms in the picture above are the survivors of our last era. As an additional note, there will be a short 4 hour moratorium on creating new organism since I will be asking you guys to roll and determine where your organisms will live.

Oh, and may I officially welcome your guys to the Magnarovic Era.

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This is a thread created for the discussion of Quest threads, as well as sharing of advice and guidance for aspiring or current QM's. Posters looking for advice on tabletop games should look elsewhere.

Please do not shitpost, and please report any shit posters attempting to derail discussion or cause strife. This means avoiding tripfag drama or discussion about subjects such as getting rid of /qst/.

Useful links: http://pastebin.com/u5xPbk6w
This link contains numerous writing guides, general advice, and various quest tools and communities.

https://twitter.com/Eisenstern/lists/quest-runner-directory/
https://twitter.com/tgquestlist/lists/quest-master-directory (UPDATED LIST)
These are two directories containing the tweets of many current QM's. While a twitter is by no means mandatory, it is a useful tool for both you and your players. To get added to the second list, tweet @tgQuestList. Spamming tweets unrelated to your quest may result in its removal.

IRC Channels:
[The Cabal] #QMC @ Rizon.net (slightly related to quests; enjoys worldbuilding, mechanics and politics)
[Hugbox] #ques/tg/enerals @ Rizon.net (barely related to quests; enjoys Larro quests and anime)

Discord server (Can provide feedback to new QM's, but shitposting is a bannable offense):
https://discord.gg/R3WKWtR

Archive of quest reviews (if you find a review that is not on the list, please link it in the thread):
http://pastebin.com/u/QuestReviewsArchive

>QM Question
What was the most unexpected thing your players did in your quest?

>Player Question
What was the best revelation/plot twist dropped on you in a quest?

>Bonus Question
How much of an actual character do you like your QMC to be in the beginning of the quest? Ranging from a complete blank slate to a complicated person with a lot of backstory, connections and relationships.

PSA: Due to the nature of the 3 day autosage it might be preferable when using the catalog to switch the [Sort By:] option to [Last Reply]. That way you'll still see active quests at the top even if they are autosaging.

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The Legion, once a great force that shook the wasteland, has fallen. After the defeat at Hoover Dam and the death of Caesar, the 87 united tribes fell into chaos, quickly becoming little more than groups of slavers and warbands with no unity or code of honor. The NCR already spread too thin in the Mojave, did its best to secure its borders by quickly reinforcing the dam. Now able to defend against any would-be invaders that try to cross the Colorado River, the NCR turns its attention to New Vegas, where a mysterious courier going by the name of "Six" has declared New Vegas a independent state.

But that is none of your concern... at least for now.

You are a survivor, one that sees the fall of the old Legion as an opportunity to begin anew and to forge your own path using the skills the Legion has given you, because if there is one thing you know for certain.

It's that war... War never changes.


Previous thread: >>475708
Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/475708/

Every action/support requires a 1d100
>(type "dice+1d100" in the Options bar without quotes)

New players and Newfags are welcome, don't let Namefags scare you.

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Heya! Inspired by the Quest General Thread, I thought we should have a thread where QMs could share our writing, familiarize ourselves with different styles, and ultimately improve our ability to wrote engaging pieces- or action-filled, comedic, whatever your goal is. The idea is to first brainstorm promising concepts (normal players encouraged to participate) and then the QMs write snippets based on that concept. We'll have multiple pieces from different QMs to use as reference points as well as provide feedback/constructive criticism to one another. I encourage that we build in one another's snippets.

This is also a great chance to learn new writing styles from other QMs who use them, and so test them here in the snippet that you write. Players interested in becoming QMs (I'm a new QM myself) can also participate, trying their hand in writing and learning from the veterans of quest mastering.and writing. A lot of this is being optimistic, I'm aware. It may fail horribly and descend into an autismal fit of rage fuck. Or maybe worse, pass silently in the glacial plodding of /qst/. That would be embarrassing. But let's make it happen if it can.

1st step: brainstorm a write idea/concept

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Previous Thread:
Setting Background (optional):

You are Kazimir Baradlian. Colonel in the Cortian army, and member of the Cult of Ra, ever since you can remember. You have been incacrecated in the prison of the freshly occupied town. Offically for the death of your fellow Cult member, Commodore Ferlain, whom you've killed for shooting a your retired right-hand man, and his wife of Tirian descent in their home.

This is however just a convenient excuse to punish you for opposing High-Commander Akov's policies and decisions along with your deceased mentor. You've fled when the prison warden gotten too close to your cage while taunting the guy in the opposite cell.

After some scouting you've determined that the Tirian army have sent forces to reclaim their city. However they are being lured into a trap, as the Cortians have threatened most of their forces, and artillery to the surrounding hills, and plan to bombard the city once the enemy is deep enough inside.

You got back into the prison, and managed to strike a deal with the prisoners; they follow your commands, don't kill civilians, and disarmed enemies, and in turn you open their cages, and get them trough this alive.

Sorry for the wall of text. Thread 2 was very very short, and wasn't archived , so I tried to sum up the gist of it

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"So, space cowboy," the voice crackles through the radio, "where next?"

The story so far (in under a minute!): http://pastebin.com/Qw5LFRSp

Last thread >>480662

You are Martin the Martian, gallivanting around the galaxy in your ship, the Silverbug, endlessly searching for a way to be less of a loser.

Your recent adventures on the Saturn Space Station have brought you much closer to that goal. You've defeated evil cults, blown apart hideous monsters, and even persuaded a cute bounty hunter to spend the night with you.

But that's all over now. After uncovering a document that hints at strange, even illegal experiments occurring in the Oort Cloud, the secretive government Interstellar Intelligence & Investigation Agency (I3A) seem to be after you. You've managed to escape the Saturn station without them finding you, but what should you do now?

Current Personnel Stats:

HP: 40/40
Primary Weapon: Laser Rifle (1d6)
Secondary Weapon: None
Jetpack Fuel: 2/10
Credits: 115

Current Ship Stats:

Armour: 30/30
Fuel Cells: 20/30
Hyperdrive Charge: 100%
Primary Weapon: Standard Single-Shot Laser Cannon
Secondary Weapon: None
Days of Rations Remaining: 6

-------------------------------------------------

"Martin?" Gen's voice comes through the radio again. "It won't be long before those I3A agents come after us here. We should use our hyperdrives to get out of here as soon as possible."

"But where are we gonna go?" Mitchell pipes up. "Are we really going to follow this rabbit hole? We could just leave it and go back to our normal bounty hunting lives."

"I for one won't be able to sleep properly until I find out exactly what's going on," Gen says. "I know we don't know exactly where this Oort-X14 station is, but if we get to the Oort Outlier Station, someone there might be able to give us some info."

"It's worth a shot, I suppose," Mitchell sighs. "What do you think, Martin? What should we do?"

>1. We need to follow this through. Let's go to the Oort Outlier Station and search for new leads.
>2. Secret agents and weird aliens? No thanks. Let's head further in-system towards Earth, looking for big money bounties.
>3. [Write In] Something else.

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Twitter: @BeleagueredQM
Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/FEc6v8FP

Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Beleaguered%20Prince%20Quest

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 get the feeling that you're going to wake up more tired than you were before going to sleep for the next few days. Or weeks. Or months.

Totally worth it though. Sure, making the whole thing a done deal before you smoothed out the details and sold it to your family was probably not your best idea, but it's nothing a few lies and creative truths won't fix. Besides, an official announcement might give your uncle time to plan something, and that's completely unacceptable.

Eleri and Olwen are curled up to your left and right. The former is still uncertain about this whole arrangement, so she's wearing a nightgown. Olwen is… not.

"Where's everyone?"

"Seren, Delyth and the Princess are taking a bath," Olwen answers, "and Esyllt woke up first so she could look over the finances. I think she's sitting on the balcony."

You already cleaned up last night - you didn't want to make a mess in the bed - but another bath won't kill you and you need to plan your next move with Reagan, or you could talk business with Esyllt until the others are ready.

You could even just stay in bed for a little longer, as scandalous as it sounds.

>To the bath. You need to talk to Reagan.
>To the balcony. You want to see how Esyllt is doing.
>The bed is fine. You should wait for Eleri to wake up at least.

>And while you're at it, roll 2d4, highest total of three.

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In the beginning, there was nothing, but then, for no reason at all, the wonderthing resonated "LET THERE BE THINGS!", and things there were.

An entire universe came into fruition, a universe of sand and wind and an unreachable but everpresent blinding heat above, an endless desert surrounding the wonderthing in all directions.

The wonderthing itself is a small black and shiney square building with an elegant gold embroidered pentagonal entrance, atleast, on the outiside. Inside the wonderthing . . . Is the rest of the universe -- future, past, present, creatures, demons, robots, magical artifacts and technology beyond anyone's wildest imagination all lie hidden in the wonderthing's ever-shifting labyrinth.

Though, to the people of the desert, be they demon, man, robot, or creature, the wonderthing represents primordial chaos, it is not good nor evil, but it is not order, and it is dangerous. Out here in the desert there is order, stability, and civilization; safety.

Well,that is,for the most part. The wise who set up wonderous megacities do so at the far reaches of the universe, a long long long ways away from the wonderthing, but the brave and foolish such as myself face constant danger, we live in tents sorrounding the wonderthing, and every day the wonderthing rains chaos upon us: beasts, monsters, terror undescribeable, and occasionally, wonderous things that make it all worthwhile, but to the bravest of the brave the great wonders leaving the wonderthing are not enough, to find the most powerful artifacts one must become an artificer, a fool brave enough to enter the belly of the wonderthing in search of treasure.

I am an artificer, and this is my tale.

Choose Character origin:
( Roll 2d10 to determine how the chaos affected you. )
>I was born in a tent on the outskirts of the near-wonderthing tentcity . . . (mutant human, +endurance)
>I was given sentience in a hermit's laboratory . . . (arcane golem, +wisdom)
>I was built in a chaos-powered techzone megacity . . . (robot, +intelligence)
>I was formed from a pool of seathing chaos . . . (demon, +strength)
>I was hatched in the great near-wonderthing jungle . . . (creature, +agility)

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Your name is Robert Susan. You have a shit name, a shit life, and probably the shittiest luck. You live alone, you don't go to school, you don't have a job, and your parents died a few years back. Fortunately, they left you with a hefty allowance. So you decided, having no goals, ambitions, and a lost soul, to rent a little apartment somewhere that may as well be nowhere and kinda become a NEET for a while. In the city.
Hint hint: this is important

You have no merits as far as you’re. concerned. You’re a baby-cheeked but lanky 20-year old who runs on an exclusive diet of cup noodles, chips, soda, and all that good junk. And you probably spent your numbered days climbing score ladders on MMORPGs and wanking to bad internet porn. Life of a legend.

If that isn’t shitty enough, you’re now apart of a zombie apocalypse- BAM! Good luck with your shitty life. Good news though, you’re no longer a NEET. Your full-time job is to now survive. And that’s what you have been doing with a dozen of the building’s residence. Recently, you’ve split into two groups: one to retrieve supplies and medical neccesities requests and another to retrieve a more stable source of light and a portable radio- your group. But you were split from two of your four teammates, and escaped to a building to where you found an S.O.S. signal draped over a balcony. There, you found a girl in a wheelchair. You convinced her to move into your building and successively succeded in tranversing amongst the dead-infested streets and back to the relative safety of your building. But perhaps at a cost greater than preferred. You are Robert Susan: ex-NEET, survivor, zombie-slayer, and dare I say hero.

Chapter I
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/439957/
Chapter II
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/446840/
Chapter III
>>465293
Chapter IV
>>485707

Let's get this started: