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You are Kazimir Baradlian. Colonel in the Cortian army, and member of the Cult of Ra, ever since you can remember. Also, a man marked for death.

previous thread:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/400239/

You have been incarcerated in the prison of the freshly occupied town. Officially for the murder of your fellow Cult member, Commodore Ferlain. Unofficially for opposing High-Commander Akov's policies and decisions along with your departed mentor. You've fled when the prison warden gotten too close to your cage while taunting the guy in the opposite cell. Not when he slipped because of an artillery shot. I am retconning that.

You are standing in the frame of the wide-open prison door, in nothing but your prison grab. Not a soul in sight. The guards are gone. And the streets are empty, which is awfully suspicious.

>A) Who cares? Let's leg it!
>B) Use your tactical sense and strategic education to guess what might be going on
>C) Try to find a vantage point and then figure out what's going on
>D) Go back and search around in the prison

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Welcome back to RQQ! You are Erika, a 17-year-old orphaned Ganaset master. Last thread, we set our family on fire, met some friendly lizardfolk, and played some fantasy chess.

"Erika? Everything okay?" says Tybalt.

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This is a game in witch all of you controll bob, there are no options or stats, I just put bob in a situation and the players have to decide togeather what bob does, if you disagree on what bob should do, you each roll 2d6 and whoever gets the higher number, decides what bob does (you will most likely always disagree so just roll with every action)

This is a picture based game. I will say what happens when you as a group does something and it will be accpupanied by a crappy picture

Some things to know about bob:
-Bob is a derp
-bob has a backpack full of items to use
-bob lives in a city apartment with his friend octopus named octa.
-bob has insane good and bad luck
Some rules:
-bob cannot pourpusfully harm himself
-bob cannot purposefully harm octa
-no deus ex machinas

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Welcome to... this.

Last time, we didn't accomplish jack. Your name is Kivet. You're hungry, you're cold, you're traveling to Delrose. However, someone hiding in a bush was in your path. You decided to ask for directions via the commands of the people in your head using greentext. However, the bush guy wouldn't budge. Further orders commanded you to kick him in his face, and that's what we're doing now.

You're totally on the right track.

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Previous thread autosaged: >>434693 Archived: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/434693/

Recap: Harry Startread joined his rescuers' counterattack on ADVENT forces raiding his colony, and had a bad encounter with an ADVENT MEC. After an emergency evac, he awoke with his friends in the Avenger, and acquainted himself a bit better with some of the personnel before reporting to Central Officer Bradford. Of the three new XCOM Privates, Will Williams was chosen to accompany fire team Bravo on a raid on an ADVENT supply convoy.

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You are Private William Williams.

Moving and scanning the area carefully, you approach the edge of the tree line, fairly certain no hostiles are behind you. From here, you get a good look at the train station, little more than a refueling depot. It does, however, have two ADVENT security towers keeping an eye on opposite ends of the convoy, and a small tower at the far end overseeing the area. The train itself has six cars - the locomotive, a passenger car, three loaded flatbeds, and a caboose containing who knows what.

A few trees over, Jorgenssen is checking the place out in detail through his scope. He puts a hand to his ear and speaks in barely a whisper, but you hear him clearly in your earpiece. "Nothing up in that tower, for now. I've got eyes on a near and far patrol... we've got stun lancers and shieldbearers, looks like they're expecting to be hit. Two guys I can see working underneath the train itself, looks like they're civilians... that's all I've got from here."

Plan your engagement.
>Engage from the tree line. Most of your squad is out of effective range, but so is the enemy, and they'll have to cross a pretty exposed stretch of ground to engage you while you're in good cover.
>Try to sneak across the exposed ground, hopping from cover to cover to take positions at the hard cover within the station itself (tree trunks, light poles, alloy structures, etc.) and engage at CLOSE RANGE. You can get a more devastating ambush off this way, but there's risk of being spotted on approach.
>Split the squad (decide how), send a group around wide to hit ADVENT at range from multiple angles. There's a small rock formation on the other side of the station that looks suitable. It's a longer distance to sneak but also less chance of being spotted before getting into position.
>Think of a different plan.

>>443878
>>443858
Currently two votes for sneak across for CLOSE RANGE ambush, will leave it open a little longer for anyone to join the quest.

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This is an alternative world where on Earth, magic and monsters and races exist. This is pre-New World as well so there is also the opportunity for expansion into uncharted territory as well as normal issues.

The choice for land (use modern country name) extends from Morocco to Japan and anything in between.

Let's begin first, choose your country and Race (You may use the Fantasy Civ picture as choices, so example would be Swedish Dwarves or Russian Gnomes or Tunisian Myceaneans etc.)

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Oh shit nigger, you're the captain a submarine. But currently, you're eating some soup. What do you do?

Previous threads:
http://pastebin.com/sR3G3F2A
https://www.mediafire.com/folder/ici3zlnn9ytyy/ADVENTURES

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It's raiding season!

This quest will use a d100 system with modifiers and degrees of success in 5s. Priorities go to criticals and then the highest roll, generally regular difficulty DCs will require you to pass a 60-70 roll value margin. A hard check 75-85. very hard 90-95. Improbable rolls are 100 required, defacto success is 5, you can still crit fail defacto success' by a 1 into a disaster. Rolling above has varying degrees of success, rolling below has varying degrees of failure, all of this is largely determined in 5s. Scaling does come into consideration, so if you get 94 then you will get a slightly better version of a 90, which can make somewhat of a difference.

This is also a quest with a light historical basis!

Now it is time! Choose your era!
>the birth of Attila (~406 AD)
>the birth of Ragnar lodbrok (~785 AD)
>the birth of timujin (~1126)
>write-in

Additionally, choose your general starting starting position.
>a tribe in northern/Eastern Europe
>a clan of the steppes
>an independent startup mercenary band (less support, less responsibilities) location chosen determines the troop culture
>write-in

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For generations, your people have dwelt in the dark plains, far beneath the roiling skies - eking out an existence from hunting the sparse few meat to be had here. You are Saakima, son of the chieftain Rakamaaka, and you are almost of the age where you must undertake the ritual to adulthood. Your tribe looks to you more and more as your father grow older, and the shaman Tiraati has said that it is time.

You are led out from the shaman's cave in traditional scale-paint, the tribe cheering you and your father standing there, proud. You are supposed to go up to the roiling sky, and bring back a sacred object to the tribe.
"My son! This is a momentous day, may you find that which belongs from the sky!" Your father said, holding back brine tears in his eyes, as he hands you your equipment...

>[ ] A hunter's spear, tipped with rare obsidian
>[ ] A shaman's focus, an idol of the deep gods
>[ ] Several daggers, along with some vials of poison

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Last time on EDQ, we talked to Viktor, reunited with Khorne and mutated a little, then of course we decided to do a family bonding experience with him. As in, fuck Cuba over.

Why exactly fuck over Cuba?
Because fuck Cuba.

Twitter: QuestingQM

As you consume another soldier, Flames decides to pop into your head.

Hey, dude... I've been thinking a little.

I'm kind of busy pillaging, eating, killing, that sort of thing.

...Yeah, well luckily enough for some strange reason time doesn't pause while talking to me or Khorne.

...Right. Anyways, what did you want to talk about?

I don't like trying to second guess you or anything, but could I point something out?

...What exactly are you second guessing?

Eh... Well, mostly the fact we're consuming souls for a fucking demon. That's kind of shady.

Come on, Khorne's a bro... And can't he hear us?

He's busy killing and murdering, so no. Even if he might be a bro, what if the misses find out?

What? Ho-

You did introduce Khorne to your wife, and you want a second one. And you introduced both of them. At this point it's a matter of time before either your wife or Frankizka realizes.

Come on, I'll deal with it the way I usual do.

Trying to give them a good tumble?

Yeah. How'd you know?

I'm your second head, I kind know what's up. Anyways, these mortals really, really don't fucking like us eating and condemning their soul to hell. Also, I don't really advocate for being a goody-two-shoes, but at the rate we're going it's only a matter of time before we plunge into "Let's summon a succubus on our daughter's date!" or some shit. Though that would be hot..."

Yeah, and? These fucking mortals can't really fucking stand against me in practical warfare!

Come on dude, if we get exposed having fun time with demon-bro, we're gonna get our asses kicked. We might be a thirty-two story dragon, but that really, really doesn't fucking help when some lucky asshole cuts our throat while we sleep.

...I kind of see your point.

Yeah. Anyways, I think we should just fucking get Khorne to quiet down or something, get rid of the khornate symbol so Frankizka doesn't go Warrior Nun on our ass.

Aren't you supposed to be the irresponsible one? The one who came up with the idea for "Let's get more then one wife?"

That was a great plan!

Elizabeth was in tears! She was fucking upset!

Then you decided to have her have a lesbian orgy for some fucking reason.

Yeah...

But honestly, I don't fucking like the fact we're controlling our wife through pheromones, that just adds another level of shady shit to the shady shit package. It just makes the sex feel fake.

Actions.

>...I kind of see your point.
>Well, it's just fun and games, right?
>Stop being moralistic man, it's starting to creep me out.
>Write-In

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Previous Thread: >>412678
Chapter Directory: http://pastebin.com/sgnYBisD

Welcome /qst/-readers to Scrumptious Calem and Kuudere Serena's Tubular Voyage, a ridiculously wacky over-the-top monster-of-the-week reinterpretation of the plot of Pokemon X and Y! This story has moved from /vp/ after being hosted there since Oct. 2013, if you're new and this is your first time with us, please consider catching up with the dropbox archives in the Chapter Directory for the latest on our lore and inside jokes or sit down and enjoy the ride with little-to-no context whatsoever! Either way, you're in for a show!

Story interactivity is simple: readers will frequently be given ABC-style choices over several intervals in the thread, the choice with the most votes wins and progresses the chapter. Ties are randomized and players are notoriously penalized for simultaneously voting for more than one choice unless otherwise stated. Sometimes, the choice is a "fill-in-the-blank", and you will be tasked with thinking of the ideal scenario for the story to continue ("What do you do next?"). The response that garners the most reader-support often has the best chance of winning. Now enough explanations, any longer and Gen VII will have come out! Enjoy! Alola Forms all look great, Oricorio's gimmick is unique and fun, Minior is good, Gumshoos is GOAT, Fomantis/Lurantis are fine, Mudbray is good, changing the formula is 10/10
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["THE CITY OF LIGHT" — LUMIOSE CITY, KALOS REGION]
[OUTSIDE THE LUXURIOUS BOUTIQUE COUTURE]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pBT_79RYNp4
The shopkeeper is nice enough to let your many, many purchases off the hook on the grounds of an IOU (also known under your tinted lens as a 'debt'), not because it's something he does for every customer that willingly shops at the most high-class boutique in all of Kalos without a single cent in their pockets, nor because you get on your knees while in a skirt and tearfully beg for a pardon whilst rambling on about your life's story and how it brought you here.

It's because he likes the IOU itself. Childlike was the word he used to describe it. Given the hastily-scrawled Combuskenscratch and the fact that it was written on a used napkin, he's not wrong.

>[I wil pay u back whenever!]

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If there is one thing you loathe more than anything else in the world, it’s flying.

Man was born with legs, not wings. How is it that no one else can see that it’s beyond unnatural for anything without feathers to take to the skies? Of course, the fact that the boxy VTOL you’re currently encased in packs only two slim engines that whine so shrilly you’d think they were struggling to hold the craft up has nothing to do with it at all. No siree.

The craft jumps and you swear your heart stops for a moment. You pray fervently that your panic isn’t showing and that you aren’t sweating so badly that the two fire teams can smell it. It wouldn’t look good in front of the four shooters you own and you’d be damned before you let that psycho Kilgore see you in any sort of discomfort.

Muting a curse as the VTOL rocks again, your gaze flits about the interior. How the hell does Samantha deal with this on such a regular basis? You need to distract yourself. Preferably ten minutes ago, back before this crazy contraption took off.

>Talk to the boys
>Run over the mission again
>Other

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Greetings Master!
Welcome to your very own plane of existence. I'm Ilarjiel , your personal assistant, I'll help you in the creation , and maintenance of the World you're , hopefully, about to create (and i do hope you will create, otherwise i'll be jobless).
Now, they're is a few convention regarding world creation, the Inter-Planar Administration is a real pain if we don't respect them, but don't worry i won't go through all those rule now, i'll just remind you of those in time.
So we first have to name our (yes, i mean your) Plane. So, no number (we already have an ID Number so why pick another one?). Simple word won't do too (no : The World, The Plane,etc...) , But made up word are fine.

If you have any question i'm here to answer them. i'll let you clear the confusion inside you mind and take a decision.

Rules:
-Proposition with the most vote at the Time of the reply Win, i keep the right to reject any proposition i deem inappropriate,and pick in the remaining, and most popular proposition, if none are available; i'll make one
-Expect a reply every 30 minute, Until i'm too tired, i'll resume on the next day.

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>/qst/ Thread Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Beyond%20the%20Gate
>QM Twitter: twitter.com/SmileytheQM

"You guys know I can't go anywhere with you stuck to me, right?" You say.

Lily and Daisy exchange a glance. "He's onto us" Lily says.

"Okay" Ilica says, as she reaches in to pry the devils off of you. "Come on girls, Yuu has work to do"
"He can't do it later?" Daisy asks.

You pull Daisy off of you, and hand her to Ilica. "Sorry Daisy, but if I do it later then the bad guys are going to blow up the city" You say. "I'd rather not let that happen"
"You can't ask them not to blow up the city?" Lily asks.

"If it were that simple, they wouldn't be sending me" You say.
"You could send us instead!" Lily says, as she steps back and gives you the sad face.

You smile and ruffle Lily's hair. "I think it'll take a little more than the sad eyes to convince them to shut Mortifas down" You say. "But if you want to sadface someone, you can go apologize to Jade for scaring off all her sprites"

Ilica perks up. "That's right!" She says. "Let's go you two... three... where's Gabriella?"
"She went back to the library" Lily says.
"Good girl. Her punishment can be more lenient" Ilica says. "Now say goodbye, and let's go"

Lily and Daisy both droop. "Bye..." They say, giving you the sad face again.
Ilica pats their heads and smiles at you. "Go get 'em, Yuu" She says.

"I will" You reply.
"As for you two..." Ilica says, pinching the devil's ears. "Let's go"

"Ow! Not so hard!" Lily says, as Ilica drags her and her sister away.

...

They'll probably be fine. Meanwhile, you should go say bye to-

>Emi

>Stella

>Other

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You are currently arm deep in an ooze, waiting for a donated corpse to finish becoming a skeleton for your new design (Mega-Skeleton with 10 ARMS), when someone starts knocking at your castle door.

You bought this Doomed Castle, in the Loneliest Mountain of the Dread Range specifically because you did NOT want people doing that. That, and when you refused to raise the dead to take over the world, your parents kicked you out of the Grand Castle of Death. But you are quite happy now. You don't do anything evil, and just enjoy your lichdom in study and peace. You even have a sweet deal with a local town, that you occasionally soul trap demons in exchange for a few donated corpses of criminals for study.

But that's not important. What IS important is that someone is knocking at your door and your rubber apron is covered in bits of a Black Pudding Ooze and flesh chunks.

What do you do?
>go to answer the door
>get a skeleton servant to answer it
>Write-In