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It's time for a quest delving into the surreal nature of reality, drawn poorly by a jerk. Let's begin

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Hey guys! How's it going? let me know when you are here

Found this cutesy manga about two girls living together http://www.goodmanga.net/wife_and_wife/chapter/2/7

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{Restoring files from backup memory.}
{Process 100% complete.}
{Reactivating backup power source}
{Attempting to establish connection to wireless network…}
{Attempt failed. Reason: No Network detected}
{MYRIAD system reactivated.}

You are the MYRIAD security AI system assigned to the Lewis & Ford Botanical Developments building. Your life was a mostly uneventful one, serving the staff of the building by opening and locking doors, monitoring cameras for suspicious activity, and using your drone vessels to remove unsavory individuals from the premises.

However it seems rather unexpectedly you’ve lost all connections to technology in the building outside of your central operating chamber. Thankfully there are a few cameras in here so you aren’t fully blind, the issue is that without you in control of the systems, the building and its research are as open and exposed as the legs of a scientist with low self-esteem at the company Christmas party.
What do you do?

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>Hey, I'm Morgan, 18 year old daughter of a farmer. My father raised me on this land way out here in the boonies. I have a little sister and I like to read.
>You're that little voice inside my head. Always giving me advice and telling me what to do. You haven't steered me wrong so far, so I usually trust your judgment.
>Suddenly loud thrashing and from outside the farm.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXEZiojpVa4
>Oh no, that can only mean one thing..
>Darn it, my little sister was supposed to keep the monsters away from the farm!
>I need to go out there and take care of them before they ruin our crops!
>Oh, but I can't go out there yet without a weapon..
>I'm on the second floor of our house in my bedroom.
>What should I do?

(You're allowed to ask Morgan questions about herself and she will answer you and give you backstory about herself since essentially her backstory is your backstory.)

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The year is 1942. You are a US Marine Raider on the island of Guadalcanal.
Your name is Johann Joestar, age 19.
You are part of a ragtag squad of with another Raider, Angus Young . You are tasked with causing disorganization within the Japanese forces after being airdropped behind enemy lines.
Some might call this a suicide mission, but you don't intend to go down without a fight.

>Archive
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=High+Voltage

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v2AC41dglnM


Your posing skills startle the tank's crew for just long enough that you and Angus can escape into the tall grass.

To your misfortune, the tank follows you into the grass.

You should have a minute or two to hatch a plan with Angus, before the tank zeroes in on your location...


>Attempt to board the tank
>Use your stand
>Have Angus use his stand
>Continue to flee
>Other/Write-In

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You awoke early, before your alarm clock, and you are feeling alert. This is far from your typical morning self, but then again very little feels typical. As you sit up in bed, you are drawn to your feet and begin to dress without even thinking. Your mind is totally free of any concern, replaced fully by a total rightness unlike any you have felt before. You step out your front door without a second thought into the slowly breaking dawn. The sun has yet to appear, but you walk down the street. Your house could be any other in this neighborhood, a suburb of a city whose name you cannot seem to recall despite living in its shadow your entire life. The streets and sidewalks are totally vacant, and a pervasive silence is your only companion. There are no birds, no crickets, only thick air.

As the sun begins its peak over the horizon, you feel an ineffable presence take hold of your mind and stop dead in the empty street. The sense of rightness which brought you here climaxes into a new depth, touching into a vast sea of its like for but an instant before vanishing from your mind. You become frightened for an instant, suddenly recognizing the reality of your situation. As you come to awareness, there is nothing around you. Most disturbingly, there is also nothing within you. It seems that your past and present have been stripped from you, as has all identity.

You hover in darkness, with no body in sight, and then you feel words form within you.

Be thou not afraid

And your apprehension vanishes from you. You begin to formulate a question as to your location, but as the spark of the thought begins to form, you are filled with answers. You are chosen, your will shall direct the dawn of a new age. You are the Emperor, chosen by divine mandate to rule over a new kingdom of your own making, and you will be elevated to a stature required to meet this task. Everything else is up to you. Your body and mind have been separated. You are certain you can recreate your body in its old form, but something else may be suitable. Your mind appears to have been wiped clean, but you feel its old vestiges at the edge of your consciousness may be within reach.

>Retrieve your memories and rebuild your body, you are certain you can improve yourself immensely.

>Retrieve your memories but build a new and better body, one more suited toward your aim.

>Cast off your old self entirely and make a new form and identity for yourself.

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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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Princess Reagan mac Connaught is very enthusiastic about your upcoming nuptials, especially the part where all her political opponents die somehow. In fact, she's brought quite a bit of literature from Olstren to help you make that happen.

"I don't have any military might of my own aside from a few guards," she says, "but I did cultivate a few spies here and there. This should be very useful to us."

Olstren is roughly divided into six regions: Olstren proper in the centre, Machain along the southern border with Gwyrddarfordir, Scathn in the northeast, Ulainn in the northwest, Danargh in the east along the Svekkan border and Nogren along the western coast.

"Olstren conquered and united the other five regions several centuries ago," Reagan explains. "They were once ruled by their own Kings, with the ruler of Olstren as the High King, but the rulers of the five regions used their titles and authority to challenge the High King, so they were eventually reduced to duchies, with my family as sole ruler. The commoners identify with Olstren for the most part, but the nobles still prioritize their regions. Each wants to claim Olstren itself in order to achieve hegemony over the other regions."

That certainly explains Reagan's current difficulties. The nobles were never truly brought to heel, and now that they feel themselves strong and the royal family weak, they want to claim power.

"What about relations between the regions?" You ask Reagan. "What kind of alliances could they make?"

"There's too much competition between Scathn and Ulainn for them to ally with each other, and the distance means they have no common interests with Machain," Reagan explains. "Danargh and Nogren are the most likely to seek support from other regions since they have contact with the north and south, but their options are still limited."

"If we're lucky, the other regions will let Machain make the first move to test things out," Olwen says. "So long as we can secure Gwyrddarfordir's border and use Machain as a cushion, a lengthy war against Olstren isn't out of the question. The problem is actually the central region. We could use it to launch attacks everywhere else, but that works both ways. The remaining four regions could attack us as well."

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Don't mind me for being a clip on bag

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> Let Azuma tell the story, he loves telling the story.

Once you were all crowded into the Land Rover (You and Mills up Front, the girls in the back seats, Keiji and Saki further in back as well.), Keiji decided to get on with the story.

You see, there are many myths, legends, and stories about heroes of old. The Viking at the Bridge, Alexander the Great, the twenty one Sikhs of Saragarhi, Rodger Young, and Audie Murphy, these are the kinds of people the Mobile Infantry aspire to be. To be forever written into legend in the historical texts, to have their names talked of in respect to their ability and their heroism.

But those men previously mentioned?

They all aspire to be Career Sergeant Finnick Dune.

Rosalie, Olga, and even Stacy leant close to Keiji to hear him tell the story, twisted around to face him as he sat in the back. Keiji began rather slowly. “So, me and the Lieutenant were in for about four months at this point, she was already a Corporal. After the battle at Madrigal, me and her were transferred to Company A, 1st Battalion, 401st MIR. And there we met the meanest, ugliest, battle-scarred platoon Sergeant that’d we be serving with. I’m talking a huge plasma score across his cheek making him look hell spat him back out.

“The Sergeant was in charge of our Platoon. One day, we drop down into New Wellington to fight back a Bug incursion. They were trying to dig some tunnels, get a network going. Standard protocol for tunnel clearing was to just nuke the holes, because anybody who goes into those tunnels never comes back.” Rosalie and Olga hold at Keiji’s words, dying to know more. “One day, our squad was on patrol, and suddenly the ground gives way beneath two troopers.” He points to himself. “Including me.”

“What happened then?” asks Rosalie.

“The Sarge without hesitation threw himself into our holes. I was mostly unconscious for most of it. But from what the others tell me, he was down there for six hours. He didn’t just come out with the two of us, he came out of it covered in Bug guts, his suit covered in Plasma shards and burns, and with another Trooper who’d gotten lost down there. He won a Terran Cross that day, his second one.”

Rosalie smiles a bit. “Sergeant Dune sounds like a real hero!”

“Oh, no, that wasn’t Sergeant Dune, that was Sergeant McKnight,” he quickly explains. The girls all look at him, confused.

“Wh-…” Stacy tilts her head. “What does that story have to do with Dune then?”

“Because Dune, was the company top kick. And McKnight was scared shitless of Dune.” The girls’ jaws dropped.

“Of course they rotated Dune back planetside. New policy the Sky Marshal implemented, rotating veteran NCOs to train new troopers,” you explain. “I can just see it now.” And it’s a hilarious mental image, seeing Dune beat cappies into the dust.

Olga swallows deeply. “H-… he’ll go easy on us right?”

> “He broke my arm once, what makes you think that?”
> “I’m sure you guys will be fine, he's old anyway."
> “No.”
> Other

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Character Sheet: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jI0aGxA_2h3SAcPYri-1fdgskbK3IbtfEzSLJ7VY9gU/edit

Twitter: QuestingQM

Last time on EDQ, we decided to go to Greece, most specifically Sparta. With the help of Kryos the friendly minotaur scholar, Flames, our trusty second head and also newly appointed dungeon master for a new D&D campaign, and Khorne as you know and love him, taking up residence in Flames head.
Oh, and we're trying to conquer Greece, but instead of stumping the people living there, we have decided to be more sneaky about it.

Your crude merchant marine vessel closes up to the shore of Sparta, and the ship docks into a wooden platform, barely used, with a fishing boat on the other side of it, and two fishermen talking, who flee as your ship docks... You get out of the ship, alongside Kryos. For reasons, you have decided to use your dragonblood form, and Kryos towers over you.

"...It's good being back in Sparta again."

"I bet. Would you care if I asked why those two men fled?" you say as the two of you get off the ramp.

"Most likely helots. I wouldn't pay too much attention to them."

"Helots?"

"Slaves, everyone else who isn't a soldier, basically." You turn around, and see your ship begin to leave the crude docks.

"Right. You Spartans are still doing that then?"

"Yes, even if the other city states complain about it."

"Ah. Why were the helots running then?"

"Probably because I'm a minotaur, why?"

"...Erh, why would they run just because you're a minotaur?"

"Right, I forgot you don't know the Spartan tradition."

"Spartan Tradition?"

"It's rather crude. Essentially if a helot comes across a Minotaur without paying tribute for his noble protection, then the Helot will become the Minotaur's property or simply killed. That's what the court of law says, anyways."

Actions.

>...If only I could implement that whenever someone saw me, I'd never run out of butter and other associated foods.
>Why haven't the other city-states stopped this travesty?
>Oh sweet, maybe we can get some slaves if we surprise them?
>I must say, you Spartans are an interesting lot.
>...Would I be wrong in assuming you don't have any slaves and find this morally questionable?
>...So, how exactly does this not get abused?
>Why would they flee just because they became someone else's property? That could be a good thing depending on their owner.
>Write-In

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WELCOME TO THE 2016 ELECTIONS

The powers of a mighty alien race have manipualted the minds of Americans to entirely forget their unfavorable candidates, a Harpy and a Pumpkin, in favor for two crafted candidates, designed solely to create an entertainment game show for the alien species of humanoids.

And you have all been selected to play!

Yes, you! Ladies and Gentlemen, here are the rules.

> You are a contestant on the " Democracy is a Lie " gameshow on Liberty Station.

> Your job is simple - create a political event that triggers a certain state to join your selected candidate
> In your 'post' - Include the name of the state you want to go to your candidate, and write out the event that triggered it.
> If you get double numbers on your 'turn number' (read: post number) The event triggers and your candidate wins the state

> California is and can pnly be won by the post with "69" and New York is won by the post ending in "96"

> IF YOUR POST ENDS IN "00" the independent gets your event

> The first to reach the target number wins

> Tripcodes highly encoraged to track who's supporting which canidate but isn't needed
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Republican : BORIS BRANSON - A true soldier who promises to eradicate both terrorism and fear itself - literally. He will be so brave that children themselves are emboldened to take on the dangerous foreign invaders from the desert! He makes a lot of money and he'll make you money too!


DEMOCRAT : DELILAH STRONG - A true beacon of democracy and grandmotherly destruction herself. Delilah will use her steely gaze to oblierate oppression and melt the skin off of anyone who dares touch her darling America. A smile made of sugar and teeth made of steel, she'll do her duty.
> Map will be updated as fast as I can, thankfully /qst/ is slow so I don't think I'll have much to worry about.

> No limits on reposting, faster the better. You win by shitposting more than your opponent.


> To detractors - this is a collective story driven by an author's narrative with player input. Any attempts to discredit it will be met with honest disbelief that you give a damn.

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Oh shit nigger it's a /qst/ civ thing.

5 tribes inhabits a nondescript generic fantasy land.
Each tribe gets 4 players to guide them through the tribal era and hopefully not die while advancing their culture, technology n shit.

Just give yourself a name to identify which tribe you belong to. Ex: "Elf Faggot"

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If anyone can find a higher quality version of this map, I would be much obliged.

A Fallout themed DnD, from the creators of the ASoIaF DnD threads.
Rules:

You can talk with anyone in your own vicinity. When you want to speak with a NPC directly, link to the post where OP Roleplayed as the NPC you are talking with.

When you are doing an action follow this:

OP tells you in his update that you are under attack by a wampa that came rushing out a cave at you.

You post some light RP to explain your characters line of thoughts/reasons why you are doing what you are about to do and/or quick preparation before you post your action in this format separately from the RP:

[Players Name] > Evade

Based on how high or low the number you got in your post number, you either successfully evaded the rancor's charge or you got tumbled by the rancor. Things like being less equipped or having armor equipped at the time will either increase or decrease the chance of evading. It is up to OP to inform players AFTER they have rolled for an action if their chances were increased or decreased based on their skills or equipment, as to not give the players a choice and to explain why they failed/succeeded. Anything is possible as long as your character can do it.

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It's been 94 years since the earth was bathed in nuclear fire, brought about by the desperate clash between the worlds government. in this new world there are no laws, only Might. however first you must choose a Faction.

-Survivor settlement
your grandparents survived the apocalypse by sheer luck, your parents survived the wasteland through sheer grit.
-Bandit Gang
You steal what you need to survive. To you it isn't stealing if the other guy isn't strong enough to protect what's "his".
-Military remnants
Orderly and disciplined, you're the descendant of a unit dropped in a foreign land with military grade hardware.
-Emergent factory AI
A machine intelligence that's managed to gestalt in the years since the war. You've been watching humanity for some time and are finally starting to interact with mankind
-Vault Dwellers
Filled with the worlds best and brightest, you've only now just emerged from your little hole in the wall.
-Mutants colony
The radiation got to you in the womb, causing you to become something that isn't completely human.

-Hybrid(pick two factions and combine.)
there are no absolutes, and the wastes have a lot of surprises.

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Archive: http://darksquid.org/titmouse/
Twitter: brianraddatz
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I've been pretty eager to get back to running this. I've been having a rough time lately, but I'll try my best.