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You are a courier.

A transporter, a delivery person to be more specific. But you don't just deliver ordinary, nameless packages to the doorsteps of middle-class nobodys.

You're called by name to deliver specialty packages from place to place. People call you when they can't trust the normal mail service, or common thugs for hire to move their stuff.

Sometimes you move packages that are small - the size of USB drives, microchips. Sometimes, you move larger stuff. Bags that you could stuff a body into. Etc.

You operate in a modern-day city. It's a populated district in Japan, with many attractions and many high-value customers. You get to deal with gangs, strange organizations, the police, and all sorts of kooky characters. You get a lot of work in this city.

Your name is Gen. You're a male, mid-20s, and this is an average day in your life.

But first thing is first. You can't transport stuff around a large Japanese city without a vehicle. What do you drive?

>Motorcycle
>Compact Car
>Sedan
>SUV
>Truck
>Van
>Write in... feel free to specify makes and models. Just keep in mind the setting.

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More than 2 years have passed since you became The Overlord
Many things have happened, you think you found The Greens, you ripped out a man's spine, and you got a reaction out of Isa.
Last we left off: You were about to ask Isa some more questions

Previous Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/365710/
Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Mastah
Twitter: https://twitter.com/OverlordQM
Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/6TfyJwgg
Forge Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/PH7i5BUP

Majority wins, No rigid time limit for votes, Ties will be broken with a die roll. Dice rolls will be d10s and d20s, There is a 15 minute time limit for rolling unless otherwise specified. One vote/roll per ID. Crit Success>Crit Fail>Success>Fail. Pastebin sidestories may be rewarded with a win/choice ticket. And remember evil always finds a way.

>Stay and Wait, Questions
"How did you know what I was going to ask back in the forest? I barely even started to say anything and you cut me off and told me all the answers. Mind reading? Gazing into the future? A gypsy with a crystal ball show you?" You curiousity has gotten the better of you, whatever she did or is doing might be able to improve your own foresight. Maybe she just got lucky, she didn't expect your last two questions. She is clearly thinking on her response, "I just felt like you had already asked the questions. Kinda like when you've read something before and know what's coming up. I doesn't happen all the time. If it did maybe I could have killed you back at that town." Interesting, not exactly like your foresight, it seems to be limited to the immediate future. You could ask more questions or turn in and let it be tomorrow already.

>Rest till morning then head out, you've waited long enough for the greens.

>More Questions, maybe answers (Write in)

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There is Nothing.

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You are a ruler of a society of men who have built a home for themselves in some unknown region of their world. With your ability to till the land came the ability to branch out to the world around you.

Claim your starting position, color, and names

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Test
[color=red]Test[/color]
Test
[yellow]Test[/yellow]
Test

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First things first, pick your character!
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>Shrek: Play Time Is Ogre
Stats: 12 Strength, 12 Charisma, 8 Speed, 8 Intelligence
Special: Onions
>Doge: A small doge with a big heart
Stats: 10 Strength, 8 Charisma, 14 Speed, 8 Intelligence
Special: BARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARK
>King Neckbeard: A master of atheism sporting a fedora
Stats: 5 Strength, 5 Charisma, 5 Speed, 25 Intelligence
Special: *Tips Fedora*
>Normie: Completely average, can be named.
Stats: 10 Strength, 10 Charisma, 10 Speed, 10 Intelligence
Special: Summon Chad
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First two votes decides our main character, then i'll list questing areas.

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Get a trip

To roll, paste dice+1d99999 into the options field.

Start with 5 territories

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Welcome to the adventures of Sir Orion Boglach, and the witch Geheimnis (call her Gem), in the world of Ardan.

Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Knight%20%26%20Witch%20Quest

Opening theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5tDjYuqJRJQ
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It’s a pleasant day that finds our newly titled Knight Errant, and Witch, on the road. Boglach Castle, and the Northern Swamps, are long behind them, and currently they’re riding supply laden horses through the peaceful, yet dull, acres and acres of farmland. Every so often, a windmill breaks up the monotony.
Gem is not wearing the mask known as Medax, it’s currently packed away. Magic items are powerful, and dangerous, especially those that seem to have intelligence of their own. Not to mention Gem was seriously upset by what it said to her. Best to keep it safe, until she had time to examine it, and be in a position where she could talk to thin air and not be thought a madwoman.

The only things about the mask that she could confirm right now was that the thing had a talent for seeing through illusions…maybe more. Also, it thought she was a liar.

“Have you ever been to Crowest?” Gem asks Orion.

“A few times.” Orion says. “It’s one of the bigger towns. I think Marshline’s prettier, Crowest tries too much to be like Horizon. In my opinion.”

“Is that why it’s getting the railway, and Marshline isn’t?” Gem asks.

“I think it’s more that there’s marshes, mountains, and other difficulties between Marshline and here.” Orion says. “I don’t know much about railways, but I do know they like flat, dry, land. Correct?”

Gem smiles. “I believe that is so.”

“There, you can see Corwest’s mill smoke from here.” Orion points at some faint columns of black streaking up to the sky.

“Ugh, don’t tell me that it’s trying to have the same smell as Horizon too?” Gem says.

“No. No…well…sorta.” Orion says. “Also, Horizon doesn’t smell that bad. At least parts of it don’t.”

The pair approach a bend in the road.

> Go to Crowest and make inquiries.
> Ride past the town and head straight for the railway construction site.

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>Statistics: https://drive.google.com/open?id=1p2K_evlFKjbblbSTf3ZSf-0xECyNHEeiQEgyiFdADcw
>Character:https://docs.google.com/document/d/1F43-0W17qNQ3Q_FwOOQPYw8Rf4HmSCFrEcAv-uOPQD0/edit?usp=sharing
>Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=shipgirl+commander
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You push open the rickety door to find Samidare and three other KanMusu whom you don’t recognize. The four of them look surprised at your sudden arrival. You see Samidare standing on one side of what appeared to have been a heated debate of sorts, her cheeks red and her mouth twisted in a sort of a scowl – a faint shadow of one, anyway – as her eyes hovered on the three KanMusu that were before her, who looked all sorts of a mess.

There’s a KanMusu with blood red hair, her features youthful and round, but belying a sort of concealed or interrupted rage, cut short by your sudden arrival into the place. Her hands are black with either soot or grime, her clothes a little worse for wear, probably from working through the yards from the morning.

You do know that she had been the one that Samidare had been talking – arguing – with the moment before, judging by their close proximity and the clenching of her heavy-looking toolbox, spilling over with chains, pipes and the like.

Her eyes are wide and animated, like a child caught in the midst of a bad deed. She steps away from Samidare the instant you take a step forward, peering across the room. They’re Destroyers, all right, a little fidgety and a little more quiet than your experience with them, but they definitely are Destroyers.

Your gaze looks to another one of the Destroyers, a little taller than the rest of the ones in the room; the first thing you notice of her is her delicate features – she looks more like a porcelain doll crossed with one of those pop star idols you used to see in the inland cities – with several bangs of hair poured over one side of her face. She looks a mite more mature than the rest, a little older, but her expression of distress makes her look just as much as the rest of them. Her hands are crossed over her chest, and she looks as though she’d rather be anywhere but here.

She takes a step back as the red-haired Destroyer does, her mouth opening and closing at your presence. She looks at you a little more fearfully than you’re comfortable with, retreating behind a work bench.

‘Hey, Samidare.’ You wave to the strangely wide-eyed Destroyer, who appears to be rather speechless – your arrival must be unexpected to her – and her cheeks red, observing you. ‘Just came to check up is all.’

TBC

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You are the ruling coalition of the Kingdom of Germany, and have just finished a large war with the Nazis and Italians. Fascism has been removed from the European continent, and Germany stands stronger than ever. Still, there is always more work to be done. The nations of the world are distrustful of you, and both to the east and west stand large alliances hoping to contain your aggression. It is your job to keep Germany strong and secure through these turbulent times.

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You are Quell, a 16 year old Mage, you've learned blood magic by yourself, and you think you are a genius in it. You had your fair share of blood, the small village you live in is at the border of two kingdom constantly at war, and you nerver considered yourself part of any of those, border shifting with the season.
You're an orphan, you parent didn't die due to the war , simply of sickness, You don't hold any grudge regarding those warring Kingdom, but you are ambitious, and your small village can't hold you anymore.
You Lack any sufficient knowledge about the outside world, but the unknown is thrilling to you.

Character:
Name:Quell
Magic:
-Blood Magic 1
Skills:
-Survival 1
Possession:
-Bag
-Poor Clothes



>The Road outside the village branch to the West and the East. What Direction should Quell pick?

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Previous thread:>>385055

Twitter:https://twitter.com/QuestGuy1

When we last left our hero he went about his morning routine connecting with his other selves across the 3 Earths and visiting his dutiful elf wife.

He also helped reunite a young girl with her Unicorn and felt really good doing it.

Now he's finally getting to have a meeting with his fellow GENERALS about an offer for a job guarding the Dundo Infinite Railroad...

......

The dining hall was always one of your favorite rooms in the castle. It's fireplace is a large and ornate lion's mouth and never goes out. Modern heating has nothing on the beauty and mystery of its orange glow in the dark of midnight and its soft crackling and hissing competes with the rain pattering against the castle walls as your favorite sounds to hear as you nod off. Your father used to read stories to you while you sat on his knee wrapped in a blanket. And Santa Clause really does come down the chimney each Christmas.

Long portraits of you and the previous Barons hang above the long Victorian table covered by a white cloth that once belonged to a ghost. The space between and below the portraits are filled with mementos from past adventures. Skulls and ships in bottles and things without names and rusty bits of machinery. Arrow heads and music boxes and playing cards. Glittering gemstones and books with yellow pages. Bizarre trophies for a bizarre family.

"Hey there BB!" Doc Chase looks up from a large black game board to greet you. The pieces on the board-knights and dragons and elves-cease moving when he looks away. It wouldn't be fair if they cheated after all. "Glad we finally got you out of your orb! Where's Trinity?"

"She's with the Unicorn."

"Really? That's great!"

"I thought you said it was unlikely he would ever want to see her without first fixing his scars?" Cobalt Blue asks.

"I did. But what can I say? I was wrong and I'm glad I was."

"Me to BB! Me to! I guess it's not so much of a big deal her not being here." Doc says. "I can fill her in later. But we really should have Psinobi here before we start."

"I'm just glad I'm not the last one here for a change." You conjure up a seat and sit down at the table with your teammates. "Nonetheless, sorry to have kept you all waiting."

"Oh its no big deal." Doc says. "If a man can't get a nap after beating up Death itself what can he get a nap for? Besides, it gave me time to catch up on my game."

"Have you been torturing poor Cobalt Blue with MY Mazes and Magicians game?" You ask with a sly smile.

"Ha. My game right now. You should have gotten up sooner. You could have been the Wizard like that time we were stuck in GROGNARD THE MASTER'S cosmic RPG."

"Oh that again. Why did you have to remind me?"

"I thought you were rather cute as the magician Baron." Blue says.

"I'd say!" Doc says. ""How do I pronounce this again? Bye-be's kicking foot or Big-be's kicking foot?""

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This is battle quest.
we are assaulting an enemy base.
>enemies in the first area: 1 blue squad, 1 guard tower, 3 small artillery cannons (offline)
roll 1d100 and write in what should be our plan and the greatness of our army/armada
also decide the colour of our army

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This is something resembling a quest, and something resembling a civilization thread, or even a birth of civilizations, depending on where and when we start. The objective of this quest is for you to play out the history of a noble ruling family in first person, for better or worse, to the modern era, and obviously that leads us to begin with a choice, what setting are we in? Which stage will our family perform it's drama on?

High Fantasy Real World?
Low Fantasy Real World?
Or
Straight Alternate Real World?

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Welcome to the Self-Aware Fridge Quest! You are Fridglett, a miniature robotic fridge, and you just so happen to be the very first self aware robot! You can't do anything though, as you're just a mini-fridge. You are very fond of you're inventor, Craig Luxscofxky. You are in the living room. What will you do? You can scavenge for items to equip to your body and interact with a cat and a dog.