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>Phasing

>>443084
You know what, raise their son from the dead. And any other obvious relatives in the graveyard. They are going to be our servants, or they will become golem parts.

what are our general plans? dominate the world? create the meanest cheese golem necromancy can do?

JOHN CENA!

>>442556
That's right, your name is JOHN CENA! You've achieved so many titles in pro wrestling that it's hard to keep track of them all. Though strength and trickery, you've won so many matches that fans have gotten sick of seeing you win.
By which you mean that games are rigged and you're just the one that rakes them in the most money.

You're unsure if the being before you came to you specifically because of your status, or if it's even aware of who you are at all. However, you doubt it would approach you without good reason.

Sick of waiting for you to answer its question, (though you expect that it didn't expect you to give the correct answer in the first place), it continues onward with its original topic.

"Above all else, I hate human desire. Wanting something that can't possibly be theirs. It drives me mad watching humans attempt to achieve impossible goals just because their rotting brains aren't able to get a grasp on what is or is not realistic."

You have no idea why the existence came to you in your dreams(?) to rant to you about human nature, but if you had to guess, it's going somewhere with this.

"If I could eliminate the laws of physics in your world so that any human could do whatever they wanted, I would. However, such a thing isn't possible without causing your universe to collapse instantaneously. That's why I've come up with another solution."

"What exactly is this solution, and why should I care?"

"What if I told you that you could create a small parallel universe, the contents and laws of which are for you to control?"

Okay, now the weird creature has your attention. "Is that what you're telling me?"

"Well, let's not split hairs here. Yes, it is. However, the basis of this world needs to be set up before you create it. There has to be one universal law, something like a wish, that cannot be defied even by the universe's master. Just tell me what this wish is, and I shall create the world for you."

So, you can create a world of your own based on a single wish? Sounds too good to be true, but at the same time, you're probably just dreaming to begin with. May as well have fun while you can before tomorrow's match.

What will this wish be?

>>442578
"You can't see me."

The shit drawing emerges from his own drawing of shity shit, and scans the room

>>442418
You realize that digits deciding what happens in /qst/ is a terrible idea and proceed to blow your brains out

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>442418
Use doodles to examine your life

((And I will say that I can write much more than this, this is only so short because it's a very sudden introduction. From now on, it will actually be more than a single line.))

>>446380
>What do you do?
getting up off the ground seems like a good start

>>446410

Blearily blinking your eyes, clearing them of sleep, you climb to your feet. You have to brace your hand against the wall as your feet are unsteady, hand feeling along the stonework for purchase. It takes a moment for the stiffness in your joints to fade, but when you finally stand up you feel alright, or at least better than you were a moment ago.

You look around, taking in the hallway that you've woken up in. It's dark, the long hall stretching off both ways into unseen shadows. The only reason that there's any light here at all is the window across from you. Other than that, the only other features of the room are a drip from above, and the pool of water you were sleeping in.

You don't know where you are.

>>442258
>Write-In
shout for Frederick, afterwards check injuries

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>>442272

You try to shout out to Frederick, but you only manage a quiet moan. Your throat feels dry and sore. After clearing your throat with minor discomfort, you call out again. This time, your voice is loud enough that you hear a faint echo.
You Listen for a good thirty seconds. You hear a couple of birds chirping quietly and a small animal rustling in the bushes far behind you. You call out again, this time louder. No replies but your own echoing voice.

You take a few steps forwards, looking yourself over for any other injuries besides your splitting headache. Your right arm is covered in scrapes from branches and acorns covering the forest floor. It hurts slightly to move your right shoulder. Your entire body feels a bit stiff. As you take a few more steps, your vision begins to blur and you are hit with a wave of dizziness and another shot of pain to your head. You start to collapse, but you catch yourself on a small tree. There's a sharp pain in your right ankle too.

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>Check Inventory
>Check Surroundings
>Write-In

>>442441
Start mastrabating.
The pain will go away eventually. you've got more important things to worry about, like the build up of baby batter in your balls.

>>441442

You decide that helping these harpies might be the right thing to do. Also traversing and learning about both the great river and the grey mountains would be more experience of this world under your belt. “Okay, Queen Kanon we will check these mountains for you.” She seems quite happy, “Wonderful, you best not delay, I grow more concerned for their wellbeing as time goes on.” You all quickly leave the audience hall. Victoria sighs “Great, here we go again,” “Don’t be like that...” you say “It will be a nice change of pace from the chickens.” You hear Adrian from behind you, “Praise the lord!”

You were going to leave the village as the queen requested this to be done post haste but you were stopped by the harpy who was sent to find you. Melo, you think her name was. “Hello, ” she says. “Hi,” and then like the queen there was an awkward pause. “Soooooooo...” She suddenly remembers something, “Right!" The queen forgot that you needed someone to show you the way and help you find the entrance in the mountains.” Oh no. “So she sent me to help.” Oh god no. “That is quite alright ms. Melo, we can find our way just fine.” “No, you can’t! I was sent by the Queen personally, and I will not ignore her wishes.” Well her wishes are exactly unnecessary, but it seems this stubborn bird regardless, isn’t going anywhere but with you. She puts her wing to her mouth, “Oh, I forgot. My name is Melo, nice to meet you all.” “I know, I literally just called you that.” “You did?” Oh, this is gonna be quite the trip.

You can now count a birdbrain in your already colorful entourage. You take a minute to take that fact in. You had your three friends, a Basilisk, a bicron, two demons and now a harpy. Oh, and Adrian. Man, you hope things won’t get any larger than this. It might make things tricky to deal with if you suddenly have 15 people walking behind you at all times. Oh well, might as well make your way to the mountains, You just noticed that your guide has disappeared while you were lost in thought. “Wait, where did she go?” “Where did who go?” you heard Melo say behind you. “You! Why are you behind me?” “Following you to the mountains of course.” “Aren’t you supposed to be OUR guide?” “Oh yeah….” She flies in front of you and points at the distant mountains, “This way everyone!” You certainly can’t handle any more companions like her, or else it might drive you insane.

Roll a d20

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>441562

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>441562

>>441240
First post

“We should contact someone at HQ before we make that decision. Let’s find our gear, and I’ll call Murdock,” you say, and lead the group to the rooms you were supposed to be staying in.

Oddly, you encounter no staff of any type. No bartenders, maids, or butlers to be seen. You appear to be alone on the yacht, at least in all the areas you’ve entered.

The four of you split up to gather your respective weapons.

As you contemplate what to bring back to the jungle, you call Tiffany. She picks up almost immediately.

“Jan, you were supposed to check in hours ago,” she says, half worried and half accusingly.

“Yeah,” you reply, suddenly exhausted. “General Zaroff decided we didn't need phones as he was trying to turn us into pin cushions.”

“General Zar-, Kowalski, this may come as a shock to you,” she says, sounding confused. “But I haven't been in Freshman English for a long time. Is that the one with the guys trapped under the log and the wolves?”

“No,” you say, slowly and measured. “It was the people hunting one.”

“Oh,” she responds, almost uninterested. “OH,” she says, as it hits her. “Jesus Christ, is anyone hurt? Is Skyler okay?!”

“We killed a few of them,” you say, “and everyone’s fine. We’re back on the yacht, and wondering what to do next.”

“I’m transferring you to McDaniels now. He’ll tell you what to do.”

You wait a few moments, and the gruff voice of Impact! Solution’s owner comes over the line.

“Kowalski, you better not be shitting me,” he says angrily. You can nearly feel the heat of his face.

“No, sir. They drugged us and let us loose on the island. We stole a boat, and are back on the yacht.”

“There are still some on the island, then? Going after you?”

“There are,” you say. “ Four took a chopper to the island.”

“Good,”,he replies. “Then it can still be argued as self defense. Go back. Kill them all.”

“Sir, I-” is as far as you get before being interrupted by an enraged McDaniels.

“No, FUCK you, Kowalski,” he shouts. “They think they can fuck with PMCs? Fuck that. We’re sending a message. To everyone. Try to fuck a contractor, and you die. Period. If these assholes can’t get away with it, it’ll be pretty fucking clear no one can. Call me when they’re dead.”

With that, he hangs up, and leaves you in silence, and a set of very clear orders. Not quite sure what to do with the prisoner, though, but you have something to do in the meantime. That something requires firearms.

Looking back to the guns, you try to decide. You’ll only be able to bring one to the island, in addition to your pistols. Grenades are also a concern, and you can carry up to three. You briefly consider less-than lethal ammo, and then spend a longer time considering just throwing it overboard.

>Egor
>XM8
>MP5

>Frag grenade
>9bang
>Red Smoke grenade
>4 Tear Gas grenades

>>441249
So take Igor of course, the frag, and a smoke.

>>443238
Weapons (Main weaponry and overall damage your ship can output) [2]
Shields (Main defence against enemy weapons and impacts)[2]
Speed (This includes ships venerability and warp range/cool down) [6]
We can always upgrade weapons and shields later. But we should have speed first.

Elite Pilot Crew (Invites Highly Skilled Pilots) [1]
Prototype Computers (Increases AI's Skills and unlocks High Grade AI's for selection) [1]
Prototype FTL Engine (Increases Warp Range by 20%) [1]
Military Grade Weaponry (Grants Security Military Grade Weaponry [1]

Furthermore you must decide on the good captains race.

Terran (Hooman) - Terrans take up around 10% of the entire population of the Protectorate. Most of them live in safe central quadrants of the Protectorate. When discovered they were initially enslaved by the Praetorians for around three hundred years before being released and then integrated into the galactic community. Surprisingly they are also the only known species to have kept a concept of religion. Their origin planet is Earth (Quadrant Alpha)

Praetorian - Are the oldest race, holding an appearance akin to that of anthropomorphic wolves. Praetorians are the most common population of the Protectorate consisting of around 72%. Their home planet is Praetora (Quadrant Omega).

Skandom - Rat-like species obsessed with cleanness. Due to a high mutation rate and the resulting sterility the race systematically kills any of the mutant babies if their genome is over 0.5% of the original gene seed. They are a Matriarchal Species that have empowered AI's as their royalty and leaders.Their origin planet was called Kolonplanka (Quadrant Kappa) and then it was destroyed by Skandoms themselves, when they realised they could no longer hold it in a war against the Bentusi Kingdom.

Bentusi - These are anthropomorphic flightless Birds. They are talented pilots, they have very convoluted names, a first name which is known by all, a name of which friends refer to them and lastly a family name, only given to those extremely close. A major benefit is that they can never Critically fail a Pilot roll. Their origin planet is Bentusphere (Quadrant Omega)

Any further questions will be answered should you have them.

>>443270
Can we use the Prototype Computers perk to be an AI captain?

>>441076
>don't to

* don't need to

>>441076
>On each island there lives different villages/clans of humans/fantasy races, all fighting against hordes of goblins from the mountains on a daily basis.

Sounds fun.

>The Tuli ate their enemies. Not out of desire or custom, but because they had no molars and meat was not plentiful on the islands

>>443524
Miellewds-guy here.

We've got a ton of stuff to do.
I'm looking forward to seeing the Vizier of the Alquian Empire, and if he's got any inkling of the Hell that is going to rain down upon him when the Heavenly Imperial invasion fleet is ready.

>>443524
Here

Here

>>446531
>>Micheal said he had a way for you to get some quick money.

>>446531
>You heard about Micheal's connections and asked for work.

>>446531
>You owed Micheal a favor. He came to collect.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

A shambling abomination of man, your skin is completely marred with ingrained rock. A second set of arms are locate just lower away from the original rocky set. The second pair hands are crab claws, the only thing not infused with stone, has rough exoskeleton.

Instead of eyes, you have a pair of Crab eyes, elongating from your head. A tail also is a extremitiy you developed, giving you the ability to kill off any near death road kill specimin.
Pseuado grills are your neck aswell, allowing you to breath under water. Surprisingly, it does not hinder you breathing on surface.

>>447938
I'm sorry to sound like I'm railroading and maybe I should have clarified in the original post but the roll was guage mutation severity. Sorry but you may need to scrap you rocky crab man idea.

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Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>447946
Nooooooooooo...lol
Roll

>>446599
>"Of course I am."

>>446599
>>"Not in the slightest."

>>446599
>"Not in the slightest."

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>>445322
Dwarven
Mountain Island

>Bullywugs

>large island, with marshes and forest. Rich soil bc in Pacific volcanic idea right?

Humans Jungle Island

This meme needs to die, but Trick has drowned in the attention he's getting.

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Raina spends much of her time on Jyck's horse, trying her best to get used to riding the thing. The steed seems of a lower quality than your own horse and as such is much more difficult to master, requiring effort from the rider to properly stay ahorse and control its direction. Morrec aids her whenever she finds the animal veering off in the wrong direction against her wishes and explains a few key pointers to her.

You content yourself with training yourself with your own animal whenever you have the chance. You manage to get Millennium to bark on command, sit up, stand on two legs and a small assortment of other various performance tricks over the next two weeks of training. You also teach your wolfhound to come after you when you call his name and to stay on your heels following you no matter where you go.

You have enough time to teach it one more trick before you arrive at a very significant location in the ASOIAF novels. Which trcik do you choose to teach Millennium?

>Down – Order Millennium to back down from combat
>Seek – Order Millennium to search an area for a specific object
>Work – Order Millennium to pull/drag a heavy load

>>441695
>Down – Order Millennium to back down from combat