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Last time on Yokai Academy:

Dragon Hasegawa meet a human boy name Tsukune Aono and a clutzy Vampiress Moka Akashiya. Sometime later he came into contact with three other dragons. Yamagachi Tora, Ishida Makoto,and Huigichi Sata. When Tsukune was threatened by Saizo, an Orc, Hasegawa intervened and defeated him with TWO punches...Now the Student Body revere and fear him, so some social interactions with Normies maybe slow and akward. Some miscellaneous cliches love Hasegawa for bringing down the school bully. When going back to his dorm, Hasegawa came back to his dorm he was tipped off of a conspiracy centering around the Public Safety Committee by a shady Delinquent.

You are a Dragon Yokai, Scion of Bahamut.

Currently Dragon Hasegawa is in his room. After a few ye hours of settling in, he has his manga, books, extra pillowing, Otaku figures mostly Kamen Rider with some DBZ. He was forbidden to bring his games, but he has his laptop which he set on the desk. Easily steam could fix his discs not being with him. Finally setting down a propped picture of his mom, he signs finally being complete.

>Go straight to sleep
>Try to see if have internet on your Laptop
>Take a midnight stroll, its only 10:02
>Go for a midnight snack, you hadn't had anything since Lunch.

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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.
• Every 9-10 hours 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.
• Every 72 hours will mark the end of an era with a mass extinction.
• Have fun

'''Size increments'''
• Size 1: Sugar Ant (0.1 - 1 cm)
• Size 2: Bumblebee (1.01 - 2.5 cm)
• Size 3: Mosquitofish (2.5 - 5 cm)
• Size 4: Poison Dart Frog (5 - 10 cm)
• Size 5: Giant Water Bug (11 - 20 cm)
• Size 6: Birdwing Butterfly (21 - 35 cm)
• Size 7: Horseshoe Crab (35 - 70 cm)
• Size 8: Australian Trumpet Snail (71 - 100 cm)
• Size 9: Japanese Giant Salamander (100 - 150 cm)
• Size 10: Aldabra Giant Tortoise (150 - 200 cm)
• Size 11: Leatherback Sea Turtle (2.01 - 2.5 m)
• Size 12: Mekong Giant Catfish (2.5 - 3 m)
• Size 13: Giant Pacific Octopus (3 - 4 m)
• Size 14: Ocean Sunfish (4.1 - 4.6 m)
• Size 15: Tiger Shark (4.6 - 5.2 m)
• Size 16: White Sturgeon (5.2 - 5.8 m)
• Size 17: African Elephant (5.8 - 6.5 m)
• Size 18: Great White Shark (6.5 - 8 m)
• Size 19: Manta Ray (8.1 - 9 m)
• Size 20: Porites Coral Reef Colony (9 - 10.5 m)
• Size 21: Whale Shark (10.5 - 12 m)
• Size 22: Gigantosaurus (12 - 16 m)
• Size 23: Blue Whale (16.1 - 22 m)
• Size 24: Brachiosaurus (22.1 - 30 m)
• Size 25: Smaug, The Desolater (30m+)

If you have any questions about anything for this EvoGame, feel free to ask me. The setting for our new world will be in the next post.

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An easy mistake to make in life is to attempt to become normal. Such a parameter is vague, subjective, and prone to close more doors than it opens; yet it proves an effective, straight method towards dealing with insecurity.

Yet one has to wonder, before making the trade, if the sacrifice is worth skipping the long journey that dealing with one's fears and demons implies.

Maybe you have more to lose than you know.

Welcome to anon and waifus!

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>11:58 PM.
>June 28th, 1999.
>Richton Public Dock and Boat Repairs

There you are. Standing at the edge of a dock with the entire Richton Police Department either staring you down, aiming their high caliber weapons at you, or wondering what you're going to do with intense fear. You hear the bellows of what you can only presume to be the police chief through a megaphone.

"THERE'S NO WAY OUT. YOU ARE COMPLETELY SURROUNDED. DROP YOUR WEAPON, AND WALK FORWARDS WITH YOUR HANDS UP. OTHERWISE WE WILL OPEN FIRE."

Sitting there, you look around. There seems to be at least 200 police officers here. But you know something that they don't.
Richton Police Department doesn't account for crimes or criminals to get away on water, so they don't bother with building any water units.

You do the only rational thing to do in that situation, as someone in your position, anyways, and drop off the dock's edge. As you hear the sound of some 200 Glocks firing until their magazines are empty, you plummet to the dark waters below. Happily, you find a jet-ski you stashed days ago, just in case something like this arises.
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As you ride away, you look back on why you started to do this. What caused you to become this psychopathic criminal, with millions of dollars in an offshore bank, and several hundreds of unapologetic murders under your belt. You realize that it all truly started on that day.

>Febuary 19th. 1998.

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Your sixteenth birthday has come and gone.

You got an amazing amount of money in cards sent by relatives. About two-hundred dollars total.

Most of it, you spent on steam games. Like this one.

What game is it? It's called Dungeon Quest. With a name that stupid, how could you not buy it?

You are regretting not taking a closer look at the steam page. It's been stuck on this plain white screen for about five minuets now.

Your computer isn't very good, but it should have loaded by now. Right? It must be bugged. Or incompatible with your computer or something.

Ugh. you really should have known better. At least it was cheap... Maybe you can find a bugfix online or something?

Wait! You think you saw the screen flicker for a second-

Cont.

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As for rules this based on Only War, though only lightly. Dice rolls will be D10 or D100.You are a rank and file Imperial Guardsmen, on a ship with the rest of your Regiment, the Dilthran 32nd to a Rouge Trader vessel that has appeared at the edge of the sub Sector and has maintained radio silence since exiting warp travel. Your regiment is getting sent to investigate and, if necessary, retake the ship.
In your time training you became relatively proficient with a special weapon was it

A longlas

A flamer

A sword

Or a grenade Launcher

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>Quest where OP takes a real life person and puts them in scenarios in which ANONs control.

Takuya Eizumi has been down on his luck. He got banned from MMA and other fighting establishments after he severely injured an opponent, dying off after 2 hours in critical condition in the hospital.

Even if he wasn't barred from MMA, not manager would want him since he is too high risk. Beside becoming increasingly popular to a staggering amount, Takuya Eizumi now lives in a shanty town by a river bed with other homeless in Kuyali park, Shizoko prefecture.

He wakes up at 6:21, groggily wiping away the drowsiness from his eyes. Sitting up, he looks around his metal rusted shack. Groaning Takuya finally gets up and puts on his sleeveless blue hoodie and grey sweat pants. He decides it is too hot for shoes and just wears his converse sandals with socks.

>What does Takuya Eizumi do now?

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You are Bizzbozz. A fly.

You are the last survivor of your swarm, a witness to the genocide of your people at the stingers of wasps. Not out of valor or honor or duty did you survive. In the crucial moment, you fled.

But from lost glory you have gained greater purpose. You must go to the ants and seek a weapon to destroy the queen of the wasps. This is your last chance at salvation, your last chance to restore what you have lost. This is your quest.

...

Last time, you met a friendly praying mantis and decided to travel together. You are currently below the shadow of a bird and under the thumb of death.

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In the City, gazing at the stars was a hazardous pastime. As the ebb
and flow of reality spiralled around its centre, the sky glimmered like oil
in a pool of water. Banded rainbows of energy, dancing geometric
shapes and sworling glimpses of glowing nebulae twisted their way
across the eternal night. Strange stars glittered and shook, crawling like
ants or winking out of sight, only to appear again in a different swatch
of impermanent darkness. The sight was intensely hypnotic; many
wise men, determined to finally map the strange warping constellations,
had gone utterly mad in the attempt. It was said that the vault of
skittering stars could snatch away one's soul. The twilight was pierced
by the backglow of the bustling metropolis, neon and hologram and fey
illusion melding into a turbulent grey haze. Blocky hover-vehicles,
clockwork flying machines, winged mounts and undulating dragons
soared between the vast avenues between titanic skyscrapers,
festooned with advertisements and public vid-screens. Great, slow
glaciers of midnight would obscure an occasional twinkling cluster of
light, the only sign of the leviathan shipping barges on their ponderous,
never-ending journey. The great City was the nexus of trade, the
capital of adventure; anything could be bought or sold here, and the
only Law was what the corporate masters could enforce within their
individual domains.

Your soul has been spun in the Wheel of Fate, and you have been elected to be reborn as a high-resource power in one of the most turbulent places in the Multiverse.

We begin the story after your twenty-eighth year of life within the City.

>Will you become:
>A) A mostly-hume hybrid [good starting economics]
>B) A goddamn Dragon
>C) One of the Fair Folk
>D) Bleeding-edge combat Biodroid
>E) Celestial elemential of a powerful God
>F) A mage-scientist Annihilator, trained since birth [choose secondary race]

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A broken city filled with broken civilians, going about their daily lives since nothing else is left for them in the world. People are worked half to death like slaves, then made to hole up in their residential cells and go straight to sleep, lest they decide they want to be executed. Even reproduction is strictly regulated. They all have to obey. Obey. It's the only choice they have.

You lay back and yawn. You've pulled this "dystopian future" scenario far too many times, and it's since lost its excitement. You curse your lack of creativity as you turn away from the display for now.

You're an being incomprehensible to the human brain, and you grant wishes. Not for the sake of your "clients", but to entertain yourself. You have the ability to create alternate universes, and you use it to make worlds for your "clients" based on their wishes. Though, of course, you intentionally distort their wishes to your liking.

Like, how when Geoffrey Snyde wished for world peace, and you gave him a world completely controlled by one dictator. Naturally there's no war when you have a single man controlling every country.

But right now, you feel like starting fresh. Pulling up a list of people that particularly stood out to you, you pick three at random and decide to choose between them.

Pierre Benett, 21. Despite being of French descent, he's not very attractive, and has always had romance troubles. You expect his wish may be related to love.

Akiho Edamura, 16. A Japanese schoolgirl who is the subject of bullying since a couple bitches in her class have dirt on her that they use to blackmail her. She's soft spoken, but you don't think she'd hesitate to destroy everything those two stand for, if given the chance.

Jerome King, 46. A gambling addict who just wiped out in Vegas. He'd do anything for some cash right about now, or maybe some better luck to win back his losses?

So, which one will you make your next "client"? Whose wish will you hear?

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Your name is Robert Susan.

It's a shit name, I know. And things are about to get even shittier. But first:

You live alone, you dont go to school, you have a dead-end job, and your parents died 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. That is, until you realized you were running low on funds and it may be prudent to start having an income so as to not shrivel and die from starvation. That's where the dead-end job comes in. But not for long.

You're 20 years old but you look like a freaking chipmunk. You cheeks have a little more meat on them than should- making you appear more 18 than 20, but your body itself is pretty skinny, undernourished by your diet
of cup noodles, chips, and twinkies.

If that all isn't shitty enough: you're now apart of a zombie apocalypse. BAM! Good luck with your life.

Also, this QM is a lazy turd and copied this word for word from the 2nd chapter.

Chapter I
>>439957
Chapter II
>>446840

Now for the actual quest:

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Would anyone be interested in establishing a shared universe between their quests? It would of course be a very large universe with a quests able to happen separate from each other. There would however be a couple of strict rules throughout this universe and each quest would have to do some worldbuilding for whatever specific region it takes place in. Each quest would also have to contribute in some way to the overall understanding of this universe, even if it takes place on a completely separate planet and doesn't requires readers to know the universal lore.

My thought is the the Universe would be sectored off into realms, meaning each quest could exist separately, or in a realm that was already established, but respecting the original author's world-building. These realms would all have portals located somewhere inside them which lead to a central hub like pic related.

For a quest to be accepted it would have to do atleast one of the following:
1.) Establish and worldbuild a realm, accepting that another author could add to it after the completion of your quest.
2.) Take place in an established realm, respecting the original author's description, and send atleast one character through the portal to the central hub, even if this part if not covered after the character crosses through.
3.) Take place in the central hub.

Anyway, I was wondering if anyone would be interested in something like this or had any suggestions to improve the concept.

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Demons. Eldjötnar. Oni. Asura. Jinn. Monsters.

Whatever they are called, they now rule the world. On December 21st, 2012, the barrier separating Earth from what is now called the Eskathos ruptured, and these twisted creatures emerged from the Breach to gorge themselves upon the flesh and souls of humanity and sate their endless appetite for wrath, pride, envy, insincerity, falseness, boasting, and bellicosity.

Mad Wendigo spreads frozen wastelands and devours all those unlucky enough to cross its path. Radiant Lucifer spreads his devout cult of personality throughout the world. Jealous Andhaka abducts the wives of his despairing subjects. Two-faced Shezmu drowns northern Africa in orgies of wine and blood. Hidden Vucub-Caquix usurps day and night in South America. Arrogant Arachne weaves her monstrous fashion out of hair shaved from the heads of beautiful maidens. Evil-eyed Balor wages war and battle in Ireland and its neighbors to expand his kingdom.

Demons were not the only ones to return, however. Soon after the Breach opened, the Relics awakened their power. Only these men and women, mortal embodiments of divine weapons and tools, hold the power to match the forces of the Eskathos.

Excalibur and its Sheath arose first, followed by the Thunderbolt, the Tower of Babel, the Brahmastra, Gungnir, the Was and the Smoking Mirror.

The Relics defend human civilization and gather their strength until the day comes when they can lay siege to the Breach and assail the Eskathos itself.

You are one of them.

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You stand still, facing the knight in your path.

"What are you doing here?" Derrick asks.
"The King suspected that his dear sister-in-law may try something, so he sent me to ensure that she failed" Frederic says.

"Just you?" You ask.
"I am all that will be necessary" He says.
"A lot of people are going to die if you don't get out of our way" Derrick says.
"People have died. And they will continue to die unless we wipe the demon plague from our kingdom" Frederic says.

"This place isn't helping" You say. "The Hell's Legion is in Lubars already, and I haven't seen a single one of them in here"

"The Legion comes from within" Frederic says. "If we allow ourselves to ignore the sins that lead to demonization, then we will crumble"
"Nice speech" Derrick says. "You get it right from the king?"

"The King has-"
"The King has lost his god damn mind!" Derrick shouts. "Yuu, we don't have time for this. You have to get past him"

>We'll take him on together

>You guys keep him busy

>Other

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With a heavy heart you finally laid your father to rest, after almost a decade of stagnation caused by his slow descent to madness,
Constantly paranoid your father dismissed all his advisors, and took to staying in his chambers, only leaving to perform the most critical
state functions, effectively leaving the government paralyzed even as the southern greenskins grow ever bolder and to the north there are rumors of
the lizardmen falling under the rule of a mighty dragon, possibly even an ancient elder dragon if there is any truth the rumors...

The loss of several outposts both on the surface and in the underdark is the cause for much concern among our people, trade and contact with the outside world has dropped
off considerably as well, with only the bravest merchants choosing to risk leaving the mountain fortress to trade with the human tribals to the east or the elven colonies to our west.
Our allies also have called for aid several times, but their calls have been ignored due to your father's condition.

Today is the day of your coronation, as King under the Mountain, who are you and what clan do you belong to?

Logan Ironbeard- The Ironbeards have stood as steadfast defenders of the dwarven realm as well traders, historically pursuing expansion to found new settlements and locate new
ore deposits, you are no exception as you and your sibling have strongly advocated reestablishing ties with our allies and recapturing the outer settlements
- Better relations with allies
- Your army and society will be more geared towards trade, expansion and exploration

Olaf Bloodaxe- The Bloodaxe clan have always been widely considered the greatest warriors of our kingdom and indeed all over the continent for the dicipline and ferocity, in times of old they
would reave and raid the enemies of the Dwarven people(they consider everyone to be enemies of the dwarven people). You are no exception being a skilled warrior, leading several illegal excursions under your
ailing father's nose, by blood and steel you will bring our people to glory
- Your warriors are without peer, though small in number
- Your army and society will be geared towards endless war

Jurgen Blacksteel- The Blacksteels have a long history of producing great tinkerers and even the rare dwarven mages, their constant drive to improve and innovate has given our people against our competitors both
commercially and militarily. They prefer peaceful isolation, only leaving their mountain fortress to fight the most pressing threats. Like your ancestors before you, you have already improved the standard crossbow design, carrying
a custom model with you.
- Your innovations and technology are superior to everyone in the area
- Your army and society will be geared towards isolationism and technological/magic research