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Archive (First thread isn't there as it's on a different page. Find it by clicking "Pilot Quest" and scrolling down to July 2016. It's the first entry):
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Pilot%20Quest%201989,
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"Today marked the official end to the war in Afghanistan, as Soviet troops held a victory parade in Kabul." You watched as the news reported the Soviet victory in Afghanistan. Shots of happy soviet soldiers riding on top of APCs and tanks were ran with the news reporter talking over them.

"The Soviet forces gained the upper hand over the local Mujahideen after their victory in the Panjshir Valley. However, reports of Soviet units utilising Napalm and thermobaric weaponry on suspected Mujahideen strongholds has caused outrage from the west." The shot changed to show a shot of the white house. "The President has condemned the subjugation of the Afghan people, and has called for sanctions on the Soviet Union."

You sat in the ready room just next to the hanger. Zeus sat near to one of the walls, bouncing a baseball off the wall like Hilts from the great escape. Slider, Scorpion and Rekker were watching the news with you. Rekker and Tatsuko were busying themselves with a game of chess. Meanwhile, Kay, Bats and Durendal were discussing something in a small group. Finally, Mags was reading a Japanese Comic on her own.

"Meanwhile, the Japanese Emperor Akihiro condemned Chinese aggression in the South China sea." The news cut to a shot of the Imperial Diet, where the Japanese Emperor stood in full regal clothing. He began to speak in fluent English, abet with a very noticeable Japanese accent.

"We shall not be pushed around by the communist rats in Beijing." The Emperor began. "We will maintain our national unity with the support of our allies in the United States."

"Yeah, I wonder how long this is going to last." Zeus piped up from his spot in the back of the room.

"As in Zeus-san?" Tatsuko piped up from her match. From what you could tell, her and Kenji were pretty well matched, neither was able to get an advantage.

"As in, how long until things kick off?" Zeus responded. "Things are pretty tense at the moment, and it's not like the Soviets are doing anything to wind things down."

"Them stepping down now would be a political loss for them." Kay spoke up as the news switched to national news.

>"That doesn't mean that they shouldn't. A war right now would be even more of a loss."
>"True, they want to seem tough right now for political gain."
>Keep quiet for now, you want to pay more attention to the news.
>Other (write in)

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You’ve been standing in the cold shivering for what seems like days now, but it’s only been hours. Behind you, the men are shivering even worse. You at least have an extra cloak, a gift from home. You turn and look down the line, and the Sergeant, Kortkul gazes back at you with an impenetrable stare. His blue eyes flick to his right, a silent signal. You turn to the shivering boy next to him, a lad of fourteen, and hand him your cloak. He drapes it around his shoulders, and you turn back to stare into the snowstorm. There are Russians there, somewhere in the swirling white snow.


Angry, brutal Russians waiting to shatter the King’s army, send this army of eight thousand stalwart Swedes running home with your tails tucked between your legs. Forty thousand Russians, against eight thousand Swedes. It’s the 20th of November, 1700, and there’s a bitter cold in you that isn’t just the winter or the snowstorm. The King himself is somewhere off to your left, leading one of the columns personally. Charles XII’s army stands on the eastern side of the Narva River, facing off against a Russian army led by you don’t know who.


What you do know, what’s pressing down on your shoulders like the weight of the world, is that you are Aleksandr Järnadler, the last heir to the family name, and the last greve, Count, of Harjedalen. A rocky, mountainous land, it was granted to your ancestor Adolph Carl for service during the Torstensen War, part of the land Norway ceded to Sweden. You are the scion of a poor family that could barely scrape up the cash to purchase your commission. Your two sisters live in a mouldering ruin of an estate with a madwoman of a mother. You are a Lieutenant in the Hälsinge Regiment of the Royal Swedish Army, and this is it.


This is your last chance to win glory and plunder, enough of both to put the ghost of your father haunting the state to rest, the last roll of your die. Not that you gamble. Gambling is forbidden by both the Church and the King’s strict Articles of War. You scowl against the cold, and drag the hammer back on the pistol that had been hidden in your cloak, to keep the powder dry.


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For those who don't know how these threads work: your goal is to stay sane and/or alive for a full in-game day.
If you do that, you win! But this will not be easy, because you don't get to vote on what you want to do. Nor will I pick the posts I like the most and use them.
Instead, I will simply use whatever was suggested first.
(Note: aside from the insanity of 4chan infecting our main character, this world is a normal one. You cannot do things like "ascend to godhood." Or you will at least need a crazy high roll to do so. )

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You are a sixteen year-old boy, you have just woken up to the sound of your alarm clock. It is 7:00 AM. you have an hour and a half until school starts.

What do you do?

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Josie’s gonna have to take care of herself for now. She seems to have the upper hand, for now at least. You aren’t sure how long she can hold her own against Dracula for, but she’s going to have to do her best. You’ve got an insane zombie clinging to your leg that you have to deal with. You can feel the frigid clamminess of her hands through the leg of your uniform. You try moving away from the ledge of the shaft, it’s pretty hard with Mercy holding so tightly onto you. She tugs on your leg hard, almost sending you sprawling to the sandy floor below you. She pulls herself up from the shaft, the sunlight reveals her full form to you. Hands are stitched to arms, which are stitched to her shoulders. Another pair extends from her sides, emerging from the stark white lab coat she’s wearing. There’s a hole in the coat, revealing the spot where you thought you thought you fatally wounded her. Dried blood crusts around the wound. She smiles at you, teeth much sharper than anything that should be in a human mouth. Mercy flexes her secondary arms at you. The display’s freaking you out more than anything

“What do you think, Victory? I decided to do some self improvement since we last met! I couldn’t stop thinking about the next time we’ll fight, so I designed my enhancements all around you!” She giggles happily. That doesn’t sound good. You do your best to hide your disgust with the undead girl.

“You won’t last a second longer than last time, even with all that junk.” You don’t give her a chance to reply. You recall that she’s got some sort of regeneration, and you’d rather finish this quickly and decisively, like last time. You don’t want to give her a chance to turn tail and run. You heft your hammer, and leap at her, hoping to slam it it into her head, or some other vital organ. Could she survive without a head? You certainly hope not. Your thoughts are cut short by a hand wrapping around your foot again. Huh?

You’re sent speeding through the air at breakneck speeds. Your head impacts hard against a wall, making your vision swim. You slowly rise to your feet, massaging the swelling that’s developing. Mercy walks towards you, covering her mouth the a palm as she yawns.

“Were you not listening, Victory? I said that I designed myself to fight you! Isn’t that lovely? Have you ever met someone who cared so much about their enemy?” She clasps her lower hands together as she sighs happily.

Creep.

[x] If close range attacks won’t work, try keeping your distance.
[x] Use your magic to trip her up, and then close in for the kill
[x] Target her extra hands, things will be much easier if she doesn’t have a second pair to defend herself with
[x] Write in

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Your protagonists will die, permanently, but fear not! Before each hero embarks on their quest to free the land from evil, they marry and have children, ensuring their bloodline will not die with them, and providing the next intrepid adventurer to follow in the footsteps of their ancestors when they come of age.

Unfortunate and stupid heroes might face insta-kills, unwinnable situations, and general doom. The best and brightest will slowly progress through the dungeon, but will still likely face their inevitable death.

No one hero will beat the dungeon, only by building up a strong family of heroes, investing in your hometown/stronghold to acquire better resources, passing down knowledge, wealth, and loot.

Last time on legacy quest:
>Our fifth hero, Willow, continued her dangerous quest through the dungeon, using skilful trickery, macabre scare tactics, a little stealth, and a very sharp knife.
>She successfully battled through five rooms, and has arrived at a Sanctuary room. This is where we will pick up. Sanctuary rooms offer our hero a chance to recuperate, rest, purchase items, and communicate with their village (Angorvil).
>Along the way, Willow gained a legacy weapon, the remains of both her mother and grandmother, and a reputation as an orc slaying wraith.

I'll dump the character sheet and the current map, and we'll wait for three bumps before we begin. Seeing as I've been gone for so long (unexpected journeys abroad), feel free to ask questions about the character, the rules, items in the inventory, or whatever. I or an older anon will answer as best as we can.

As a reward for your patience, the next level is going to be a big one. Lots of work has (and still is) going into it, and it should give you more freedom to explore. It's an underground city.

So without further ado, let's begin the adventure! Noobs very welcome, but I also hope to see some of the old crowd returning (Sir Anon, Preacher, Busy Anon, etc.)!

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Your name is John or more commonly known on /qst/ Boat-Kun. Today you just finished making a thread and waiting for 10 hours for someone to join.

No one ever joined.

You decided to play this new hip game called Pirate Simulator. For some reason its a VR game.

You just put on the sleek black helmet needed to play, when suddenly you feel a jolt of pain in the back of your neck.

You start to panic because this has never happened before when you played "Cuckstar Extreme" your favorite game.

Everything goes black but you can faintly hear "Kill them all"

When you awaken you are in a wooden room that smells horrendously. There is a door ahead of you and something that looks like...a port hole? The room is lit by a single wax candle that is almost depleted.

>Leave room
>Check room
>Write-in

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You're Thaddeus the Skeleton Bard. You and Maurice, the Rat you call your Familiar have just crawled out of the sewers, which you happened to be trapped in for the last few hours Needless to say you're not happy about this.

Link to character sheet and system PDF: http://pastebin.com/16niFV0j

Previous thread: >>461867

We use the High Quality RPG. All you really need to know is that when I say roll for it, I mean 1d6, unless otherwise specified.

Before you can take a look around though, it's time to choose a new trait. Feel free to suggest any trait from the HQRPG besides Otherkind(link to PDF is in the Character sheet, Pg 17 for traits) or come up with your own, as long as it follows the limits provided. Highest d100 roll or the most popular choice decides.

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The Legion, once a force that shook the wasteland, has fallen. After the defeat at Hoover Dam and the death of Caesar the united tribes quickly fell into chaos, quickly becoming little more than slavers and warbands with no unity or code. The NCR already spread too thin in the Mojave, did its best to secure its borders and quickly reinforced the dam, now able to defend against any would-be invaders. 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.

>please choose a name for our Legionnaire.

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Ladies' Night Edition

You are Subject 108, a.k.a. Whirlpool. You are equipped with state-of-the-art technologies from a reclusive civilization that has mastered spatial distortion. You tend to suffer occasional lapses in memory, emotion and judgement from shifting hormonal imbalances due to a congenital anomaly. You have been sent to the feral planet known as Cymbio IV for a simple task: fetching water, but you are sidetracked by an adventure of your own making.

>Twitter: @guardtemp
>Discord: https://discord.gg/sc5Xw4H
>Notice: You can roll 1d6 to influence your current situation akin to Roll to Dodge.
>Update Frequency: 2-4 Hours unless I mention it on Discord and on this thread.
>Recap: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Whirlpool%20Quest

Another one of Petroleum's personnel was taken down, she pleaded you to watch over someone dear to her before she was taken away by paramedics. Halon agreed to join your group, wanting answers to the mayhem that suddenly interrupted his daily routine. As the group moved on towards the Transportation District, you caught sight of a skulking figure. You broke off from the group to pursue the small individual, revealed to be Nikki, Cassie-D's close companion. After an awkward introduction, the two of you went to the Medical District to reunite the young girl and her trustee. There, you meet Mu Cephei and Aspirin, the former informing you that Canopus has been hospitalized due to a leg fracture. She warns you of a formidable opponent. You then visit the office lady from earlier, learning about her and Nikki. Returning to the hangar, you encounter the bandit mentioned earlier: an agile cheerleader named Hayley Glendale currently on the run. With Havelyn's help and usage of your suit's Spatial Distortion capabilities, you trapped her inside an elevator then apprehended her afterwards. As the renegade cheerleader was taken away for interrogation, you took the time to make use of your Repair Module's integration feature to update your arsenal before picking up Aramid and Nicotine at the police station.

>Last Thread: >>450659

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“Rule One – You always help out your friends. They can’t argue with you about favors after.” – Direct quotation from the Spy handbook, page one.

Life is strange sometimes, especially in the field of national espionage. One day you’re getting a pat on the shoulder from your boss for a job well done, and another day you’re looking down the barrel of his gun as you walk out of the bathroom. 'Course you dispatched him with ease; same thing with the next ten or so agents they sent after you as you went on the run. Took you a couple interrogations from a few of them to find out you'd been framed by a mole in the agency who'd fabricated enough bullshit evidence to have you interrogated and locked up in a black site for the rest of your life.

A shame, you really loved Taco Mondays.

But life goes on, you suppose. Nowadays you just loiter in your condo, content with manipulating the market and pulling strings every couple months to add more cash to your bank accounts and being kept alive by your butler, Kirk. The boredom was the worst part about retirement, but you didn't dare turn into a mercenary or hired gun no matter how bad you wanted something to do. You had some standards to maintain after all.

You sit in your favorite chair, an old Victorian antique you collected from your adventures around the world as an agent some years before, and accept the daily newspaper from Kirk as he goes to make breakfast for the two of you in the kitchen. Flipping through the pages as the sun comes up to shine rays of light on your balcony, you sigh exhaustively. Nothing exactly new in the world, at least nothing to keep your interest. Under your watchful eye, you pick out a few spy-related incidents to speculate about in the paper but that is all.

If there is a higher being up above, you plead silently, please give me something to do.

"Breakfast is ready, sir." You hear Kirk call from the kitchen, and you grumpily walk over and seat yourself before a platter of eggs done three different ways.

You and Kirk eat in silence, nothing but the bustling ringing of silverware and glasses being filled with liquid punctuate the air in your condo for the next twenty minutes. At the end, however, just as you're about to get up from the table after thanking Kirk for his cooking he hands you a white envelope.

"Apologies, sir," he rubs his head with his free hand and gives you a slightly ashamed look, "Forgot to bring you this earlier, came in the mail this morning."

"No harm done, Kirk." You reply with a smile and accept the envelope quickly. "At least you remembered."

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Time for the eagerly awaited for all of half a day second installment in everyone's favorite quest, Brave New World. Last thread can be found right here >>447300 if you missed it and would like to take one whole minute to catch up and jump in. Picking up right where we left off in a few minutes with our protagonist having just finished his short flight, so report in if you want, get comfy, and have fun.

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Previous Farm: >>462691

Pastebin:http://pastebin.com/NvwfkrB8


>You recall borrowing "the basics of spellcraft".
>Theres a headliner under the title which exclaims, "everything you need to know to start practicing magic".
>You've only read about 5 pages into it.
>Magic is an advanced subject matter.
>Milly is innately tuned to perform magic and has been doing so since you were just a child so her case is different.
>You get the idea to fence with Milly to improve your swordsmanship.
>But Milly isn't a swordswoman either.
>Well, I guess that just leaves one option..

>You're in the forest with your sister.
>The sky overhead is cloudy.
>The forest has an air in it that's full of life.
>And every breath fills you with exuberance.
>You walk through the trees.
>Theres no path or anything.
>Just you following your sister.
>She can sense where the berries and mushrooms are.
>You've got a basket for the goodies and your knives at your waist.
>You see squirrels and you see birds.
>No threatening dangerous creatures yet.
>Hopefully no more wolves.
>Past each tree could lay anything.
>It plays at your mind and keeps you on edge.
>It doesn't help that your sister has a vacant look on her face as if she had not a care in the world.


>Time passes walking through the woods but eventually..
>"They're just up ahead! A whole bunch of them!"
>You follow after her, and lo, an entire bush of nice ripe blackberries in the middle of a clearing.
"Well, I was concerned for a while, but we've gone without incident so far."
>"You should take it easy. The really dangerous stuff is further in."
"Hearing you say that almost makes me more uneasy."
>You pick the berries putting them in your basket.
>They're so ripe and juicy they practically fall off leaving little juice splatters on your fingertips which you lick off.
>Milly seems quite happy.
"What's got you in such a good mood?"
>"I'm just happy we're getting to spend time together again."
"Me too, this is nice."
>About a half hour passes of picking the berries.
>Milly has also found some mushrooms.
>She follows them one by one like a dog to a peculiar scent.
>It'll be mushroom stew and blackberry pies for days.
>The folks in town would be so jealous right now.
>Maybe you should bring them some.
>It would probably lift their spirits to have some nice fresh food.
"Hey do you think we should give some of our food to the villagers of Surrova?"
>"As long as we save enough for ourselves sure."
"Of course."
>You happen upon a huge grove of mushrooms.
>Milly and you begin to pick the mushrooms like mad.
>So many here.
>All this deadwood here, rotting logs.

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Part I: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/268231/
Part II: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/293791/
Part III: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/324556/
Part IV: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/380750/

Ye continueth o'er hill and valley 'til ye come upon cultivated country. A peasant girl strolleth near with a bushel of apples but droppeth it upon sight of ye. She is stunned, perhaps by fear – dragons hath plagued these fields for years, yet such a small one as thee accompanied by a knight of the realm may mean 'tis mere shock. Be thou a harbinger or salvation or destruction?

What art thou to do?

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You live in the world of Mad Max.
You are an underling in an empire that has just toppled, finding yourself between the deadly mysterious wastes in front of you, and the chase of your old masters behind you. You possess a car, which at this point could be better described as a frame with wheels and an engine, a pipe gun with 2 bullets, and 8 liters of gas. It is about 3 hours from sunlight.
>What will be the name of our hero?
(please roll 1d10)

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Previous Thread: http://archived.moe/qst/thread/381934/

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The final exercise had taken some unexpected turns.

Count Von Maskat, spectating from the prime viewing areas on a nearby hill, had expected a swift and crushing victory in favor of 1st Company, where his son held command. While the 2nd Company mongrels had seemingly blundered directly into the hands of the cadet’s best and brightest, a stray element had wandered afar and struck 1st Company’s diversion force in the rear. How he wanted to summon the referees and interrogate them on the legality of this movement!

Not now, though. Among the clutch of nobles with Von Maskat was a terrifying presence he could not show such weaknesses to. Clad in a bronze colored uniform, replete with shining badges, a dazzling white cloak, and a coin at his throat engraved with the coat of arms of the Kaiser of the Grossreich of Czeiss, was a sergeant of the young emperor’s own Kaiserwache; Rogel Zierke. Showing the talent of 1st Company’s command to the Reich’s ambassador and observer, Von Maskat thought, was a guaranteed way to advance his prestige even in the mighty nation looming in the west, but his plans were dangerously close to unraveling.

“Maskat,” the Kaiserwache veteran addressed the Count by his name, neglecting title-a habit which irritated him, “Who is on that hill?”

“Ah, that was the group belonging to Von Metzeler.”

“Not them.” Zierke frowned, “the ones who just took their position.”

“Ah,” Von Maskat squirmed, “I’m afraid I don’t know.”

Only a partial lie, as he knew who the assigned commanders of 2nd Company were, but wouldn’t have been able to place which one had so brashly thrown a wrench into this exercise. All of them were as rats to 1st Company’s commanders anyways.

“I see,” replied Zierke. His cape flared with the wind as he turned to the coordinator monitoring radio traffic, who relayed information to the spectators. Von Maskat’s nails dug into his palms, watching the mocking rodents who had stolen the Reich’s attention.