What is the name of this god ? It's the first god. The one whose birth was the beginning of existence. How does it name itself ? Is it a he or a she ? What does it do with existence now ?
IT has always been Rindel. A god does not define itself with mere pronouns; Rindel is Rindel, from now unto eternity. The first thing that it does? What would anything, given unlimited potential in a hollow, formless void, do? Rindel tears itself open, drenching the void with the raw essence of its existence. It was alone... but no longer shall it be alone.
>>415761
Rindel tears itself and its existence is no longer lonely because through him were born two beings, who together are as powerful as he is, but are quintessencially opposed. One gives. The other one takes. One creates. The other one destroys. What are they called ?
>>416447
Life and death
A compilation of various map, mainly Thoth's new world map. Revised by me.
You know the drill:
>Name
>Location
>Color
We will start once we have four or five rollers.
>>416878
alabama
RoA
red
Michigan
green
Great lakes Fascist Union
>>416888
name fix
Your lungs are burning.
If there wasn't the threat of imminent death right on your tail you would stop, possibly just crumble to the ground and stay there until your spleen stopped kicking your side; fortunately, between fear and adrenaline your body and mind both are drugging you enough to make you not feel the pain until you stop. Reason for which you don't.
Unfortunately, your body still has limits, and while you're no wealking by any mean or measure you realize that you have greatly underestimated an experienced adventurer's baseline stamina. Even Tahenohan, someone you were used to have around by then, would be far ahead of you if she didn't slow her pace on purpose to let you catch up, and doesn't seem tired in the slightest, and quite excited actually.
You're starting to think that you're the one slowing down the whole party. You and Bryld both, and you're quite certain she's about in the same condition you are, if not worse, but at least she has quite a bit of endurance in those legs of hers, mostly thanks to you since you made her walk around a lot.
The part of jungle you're crossing is thicker and you often have to push through thick foliage and overgrowth, some of which is too thick and close together for you to actually slip through. Since you have two people of unusually large size in the party you instinctively avoid even trying small or unsafe passages, but at the same time you can't quite plan your route, also because this is uncharted territory.
And since it's not even the same way you came in from, there are no landmarks that you recognize, but you do, at one point, find yourself in front of a stone obelisk, which you stop to admire for a moment because you all come to an abrupt halt since said obelisk is standing on a strangely regular circle of grass surrounded by a jagged, impromptu moat. It doesn't appear to be very deep but it's wide enough for a horse to fall inside.
Of course, you could also jump and come across fine, it's not that wide after all.
“What's that?”, Julio wonders.
“No time!”, Carrera presses, starting to circle the moat to proceed East. You have no idea how far kobold territory is from where you are, but you hope it's not too far.
And yet at the same time you kind of wish you won't get there anytime soon, because the moment you attract the kobolds' attention they'll give chase too, and while this has a good chance of making them fight with the already chasing vampires instead, if the latter decide to give up for whatever reason you'll just have a different enemy chasing you.
And being chased isn't fun when you're about a full day away from the relative safety of civilization and about to cough out a lung already.
>Proceed East.
>Screw the kobolds, go straight South.
>Wait and see if you're still being chased.
>Examine the moated obelisk.
>Other?
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>>415784
>Examine the moated obelisk.
>>415784
>Examine the moated obelisk.
Sure.
Afternoon, MP!
It is a world of magnificent magic and heinous troubles, and somewhere across the vast planes and thick deciduous forests, there rides an unlikely band hellbent on putting things back to rights. However, that is not the tale we join in on this time. Instead we pick a quieter place, if only because of recent events and the efforts of said valiant heroes, a tiny dungeon lying amidst a graveyard and an unlikely home to a mother and her child.
Cassandra and her Cecilia, you join the latter as she slowly drifts back to consciousness in the soft grasp of her mother’s coils, blinking away the sleep.
--
It’s morning, she quietly thinks to herself, still lying there unmoving as the tiny snakes about her head gently stretch and yawn with their soft good morning hisses. It tickles as they gently writhe back and forth, her scalp moving with them as they curiously slither about, wrestling and playing with one another.
They were always more lively than she was when she first woke up. Sometimes she wondered if they even slept like Mama’s did. Even now, she can see her snakes still peacefully snoozing across her body, softly snoring and beautiful, just like Mama as she holds you gently to her with her tail and her arms.
Mama wasn’t a morning person, that’s what she always told you when you asked why it was that she slept so late. Her snake butt apparently got grumpy if it wasn’t warm enough outside, and so she slept until the sun got up. Somedays that meant you just chose to curl up and go back to sleep for a while next to her. Other times you went exploring or got breakfast a little early.
> What will you do today?
> [] Sleep some more, and wake up when Mama does
> [] Go get some breakfast
> [] Go exploring
> [] Other
>>406043
>[] Go get some breakfast
> [] Other
Gotta feed our pet rabbit!
>>406043
>>406172
>>406890
Your stomach grumbles at you noisily as you lie there breathing in time with Mama. Despite that it’s really tempting just to ignore everything and sleep a while longer, but in the end, you find your small limbs pushing and legs squirming to get free, gently wriggling your way out of Mama’s grasp and putting your feet on the cool stone outside of the bedding area as you start your day.
The blanket Uncle Gal had made for you a while ago had made sleeping feel a lot better than the straw. So much about home had changed around that time, Mama getting sick then getting better, Uncle Lee taking care of you and then going away. You’d even gotten a pet, whose little wicker house you were even now crouching down next to.
“Din-Din…” you call softly, playing with the flap on the small woven hut. “Din-Din, it’s morning… Time for breakfast.”
At first there’s no response, but as you call a second time, you hear the sound of rustling straw tell you he’s awake. Soon enough, a giant, fluffy nose sticks out and begins snuffling around expectantly.
“Din-Din!” you giggle as he begins trying to nibble at your fingers. “I’m not food. Come on, now. Time to get out of bed.”
In response, he pulls his snout back, clearly uninterested in your games, but you aren’t going to let him be a lazy bones today. So, with a groan of effort, you shove your arms in after him and slowly pull the hare from his hiding hole and into your arms, the giant ball of fluff gently wicking as you clutch him to your chest, but otherwise not struggling as he settles into your arms.
With your fuzzy companion in hand, you begin making your way out of you and Mama’s bedroom, past the study and out into the main hall, the stones getting colder the further away you get before you remember to slip on your socks and boots.
You remember how upset Mama had been when you lost one of the ones you had before out in the woods that day. She’d been upset for lots of other reasons as well, you think, and started crying after Uncle Lee was gone and she thought you were asleep. You hadn’t seen her cry that much since you asked her where Papa was so long ago.
Still, things had been better since then. Mama hadn’t been crying. The skeletons didn’t have to fight anyone else, and day-by-day, your home was getting bigger. The halls went on a long way into a bunch of new rooms. Mama had even talked about letting you have one all to yourself to play in.
That sounded nice, but not nearly as nice as the chirping of the birds you hear as you climb the tower outside, the morning sun shining bright as you wandered into the garden and began snapping off a few things for breakfast. Peas, carrots, berries, celery, and a soft roll you had grabbed on your way out, you lay them all out in a flat bowl after cleaning them off and sit down next to Din-Din for your morning meal.
Who wants to grit your teeth and be my guinea pig in this experimental Hex game? Will your kingdom reign supreme, or will you dwell quietly in your mountains?
Game will begin in a few hours. Pick a name and color.
If there are any questions feel free
>>408932
So do we have to discover all the special hexes?
>>408932
Seems fun; count me tentatively in. This will be a sort of nation builder? I'll be the Forget-me-not Kingdom and my colour shall be blue.
Sounds fun, but I never have enough time to stay and do something like this.
America.
The world's last superpower, of so they say. A nation crisscrossed with asphalt, like an industrial tramp stamp spiderwebbed across a hooker's ass, and strangled with telephone wires pulled so tight they cut creases in her skin, nightmarish technological bondage gear.
American the beautiful.
And you're more than balls deep in her. Six feet under, to be exact, buried in a wooden box under her rolls of fat, soon to be a festering scab in her skin, somewhere a few miles above the poisonous reservoirs of inky crude oil.
Sweet crude they call it, a phrase out of Ebert review of a twelve-year-old's dirty talk. Not that he's still around to ladle scathing commentary on pornographic excesses of filmography - he's been buried for years, keeping the lights on in Hollywood with the generator they hooked up to his grave.
Your grave won't be providing power to half a coast. There wasn't anything any part of you really stood up for enough, and nothing you hated so hard its triumph could get you spinning. Hopefully they're already getting enough power off of the angry old of the past two-hundred odd years, the thinkers, the dreamers, philosophers, rats, and politicians that carved their marks onto this nation that's slowly swallowing you, one spade of earth at a time.
But where are you here? You head's fuzzy, and the memories of yesterday, last night, even the past week are are mudddled and indistinct. The only thing that seems real is the steady thump of the dirt they're piling on you, building up on your coffin like the national debt.
You can't remember any reason anyone would have for putting you down here. But forget trying to rememeber what you've done, the important thing is what you're going to do.
So, what's it gonna be, cowoby?
>Try to break out of the coffin
>Wait until they're one burying you
>Give yourself to the sweet embrace of the motherland and let it end
>Write in
>>404775
>Wait until they're done burying you
I have no idea these choices all sound good. but lets sneak attack these bitches
>>404775
>>Wait until they're one burying you
They got us in there, chances are they could stop us from getting out.
>>404775
>>Wait until they're one burying you
These are primordial times and the only creature currently in existence is this photosynthesising plankton.
Anyone can join at any time. No signing up needs to be done. Just choose an existing creature from thread and mutate it and post it back here.
RULES:
1.You cannot add any completely new creatures. You can ONLY mutate creatures that exist in this thread.
2.Mutations must be small and gradual. For example a creature can't spontaneusly develop legs, that creature has to go through intermediary steps.
3.If you have made a mutation, you can give that creature a new name, but you don't have to.
4.Mutations must make sense, if their usefulness is not apparent from picture, add a few words why it mutated that thing.
5.Add a short description to your creature.(You don't have to, but it would be nice.)
It's evolved cilia!
Sensory perception is super cool.
Since there are so many Goorams in the water, that most of sunlight is absorbed in the first few meters at the most growded paces, Goorams start sticking together, forming thin fibers so that seacurrents can carry them around easier, possbily carrying them to less growded place.
>>404122
It now has simple eyes. They don't detect color, shape, or anything like that. They merely detect light.
Austrian South America
Buenos Aires
Yellow
use d÷9999 for roll
>>410843
bump
>>410843
name:Xidoo
location:Mexico
red
>teal
>Greenland
>Canadian commonwealth
"These are the voyages of the {[Choose Class of Ship] - Starship, Frieghter, Transport, Scout-ship, Warbird, Trade-Vessel, etc} {Choose Name of Ship}, It's continuing mission- to {Choose Mission objectives}.
Race:
Romulan
Vulcan
Klingon
Human
Android
Other
Complement:
1 Man
10 Men
100 Men
1000 Men & Women
No treaties or alliances are in play except for the early UFOP (Vulcans and Humans)
>>404041
Human
Starship
SS Space Explorer
Mission to set up a peace treaty with the new alien race that reached space travel
1,000 All humans on board
>>404047
No Vulcans on board?
I'd like to wait for a definite consensus.
>>404041
Klingon Bird-of-Prey on a mission to destroy an unknown alien vessel that intruded in Klingon space!
Trying something a little different with a Risk board.
You pick a specific starting location (City or County Name) and gain 5 pieces of territory right off the bat. Make up a name (nothing TOO ridiculous or racist but think post-apocalyptic) and write a little back-story for yourselves. VERY important, next to your name right your "ethos" are you militarist, spiritualist, mercantile etc.
In order to gain territory further you MUST call out whether or not you are conquering, buying or converting said area or direction and then roll dice+1d1000 in the options tab.
Depending on the dice roll you will either get
Critical Failure
Failure
Success
Critical Success
I want to make it dynamic as possible and have no issue with writing out results for each tribe.
When war begins we will use Risk type rolls (defenders AND attackers roll 3d6) but if you have high defenses based on your choices you can add up to 3 on that roll so dice+3d6+3. All actions require a d1000 roll whether it be scavenging, expanding, building etc.
If you are interested or have further questions about game rules don't hesitate to ask. (disregard the actual rules except creation rules: Name, Color, Specific starting location)
Not sure exactly how these threads work but here I go!
Color: Cyan
Territory: Chicagoland
Name: The Speak Easys (Mercantile)
Rich drug and alcohol peddlers who've bought out gangs and thugs in the remains of the City after the war cooled down.
>>404037
>Red
>Yavapai County, Arizona
>Red Devils
>>415582
For a backstory a town in the woods or whats left of it with a bunch of survivalists and ex military.
choose a class and distribute 10 points across the 4 stats: INT, STR, CHA, and AGI
>>415311
5 in int 3 in charisma 1 in AGI and STR. Class Wizard.
>>415311
>Class
Crazed Gunman
INT: 1
STR: 2
CHA: 2
AGL: 5
>>415311
Class: Hero
Int: 1
Str: 3
Cha: 3
Agi: 3
Hello and welcome back to Mortal Kombat Konquest!
Today, we're doing something special: returning to controlling someone we haven't had a chance to hold the reigns of for quite some time, Akayama Kaito! Slayer of Shao Kahn, Hero of Earthrealm, Wielder of the Elements, Friend to Children, and Bedder of Sharp-Toothed Hybrids.
Ever since the defeat of Onaga, our hero has been quite busy. Working with Johnny Cage to set up the New Defenders, now successfully assembled in the crucible of battle against the armies of the Dragon King, our hero has been set with a task: finding a suitable location for a base for the future team of heroes. Every team needs a base of operations, after all. After ensuring that everyone made it home after the invasion, Kaito and the crew of the Dragon Wing, along with its lovely captain Mileena, have been sailing the realms, from Edenia to Outworld to beyond, searching for a good place to set up their new headquarters.
But perhaps the best route will be to head back to where it all started so long ago...
Past Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Mortal+Kombat+Konquest
Rules of Kombat: http://pastebin.com/xtgE60XZ
Damashi's Twitter: https://twitter.com/DamashiKonquest
Official Novelization: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6325183/chapters/14492272
Discord Group: https://discord.gg/8BHvxRHDamashi, why are you running on a Sunday?Because I have off tomorrow! And I took friday and saturday night for some me-time.
For today's thread, I'm going to do something I've never done before and allow you (that's right, YOU!) to decide where our story begins.
Where is Kaito, right now?
>A) The Dragon Wing is off the coast of Shang Tsung's island, with Kaito and Mileena overlooking the sight
>B) Lady Yanake's city of Xun-Koto, hanging out with Grandmaster Hanzo and Takeda
>C) Johnny Cage's Condo, with the Dragon Wing parked in the pool, everyone relaxing poolside
>D) In the Dragon Wing's cabin with Mileena on date night, and things are getting frisky
>E) Other (Write-In)
I'm all for more Mileena smut but
>C) Johnny Cage's Condo, with the Dragon Wing parked in the pool, everyone relaxing poolside
>>404326
Ah, finally. Things are always slow starting out.
I'll give just a little more time to see if anyone else filters in before writing the next update.
>>404343
People are either too busy nursing their hangovers or preparing for Battleground tonight
The back of your head hurts. You feel dizzy. Heavy and cold winds hit your face, and you open your eyes slowly to see a partially cloudy sky.
You manage to sit and you see that you are in some sort of abandoned camp, in the middle of the steppes.
What do you do?
>Remember who you are and how did you get here.
>Inspect your belongings, your body state and scavenge the camp.
>Watch your surroundings carefully.
>>413691
>Inspect your belongings, your body state and scavenge the camp.
then
>Remember who you are and how did you get here.
I'd like to point out, metagaming or comments that don't neccessarily are related to the Quest MUST be written in spoilers. Please, respect this rule and remember QM and other players to respect it.I'll wait some minutes for more people after writing.
*before
hehe
You guys decide what to do, and i'll introduce changes depending on what happens to him.
>Nothing too crazy guys
>Just kidding have fun
Right now (Insert Name Here) is a simple organism living in a puddle on a beach.
Dubs decides the name.
First 3 Votes decides action.
>>407284
Let's try to grow bigger.
>>407284
How about develop feelers or something to sense what's around us?
>>407363
>>407345
The Creature grows bigger, roughly the size of an ant, and develops feelers! Unfortunately... its stationary, and nameless, and likely to be picked off if one of these facts doesn't change.
On the upside, the creature is feeling nearby food sources and absorbing nutrients that way.
Last time on Time Journal Quest:
Starman, a weak and pitiful high school student attending the elite private Crunnoose Academy, received a mysterious text message from his future self, telling him that he would kill himself in 3 years.
Following the instructions in the text, Starman found a journal buried in his backyard. The journal contained information about the Starman's own future and was seemingly sent back in time to help him prevent his own suicide.
After reading some of the journal and seeing what a pitiful creature he would become, the wonders that would await him in the future (love, companionship and cowardice) and having confirmed the veracity of the journal, Starman vowed to change himself and his future.
He started by beginning an excruciating exercise and diet routine over the summer, which greatly improved his physique.
Now school has started, and Starman has already bypassed his other-self's wishy-washy cowardice by approaching his true love -- a girl named Newgirl -- and vowing to protect her from her tormentors. His newfound body has attracted other fish in the sea however, and things may not be as simple as he wants them...
Pastebin (please read it to catch up!): http://pastebin.com/a4BAhc94
Starman sat and ate his lunch. There would be time to chase after her. He held the card as he ate, and occasionally glanced at it and admired some meaningless detail of it. Everything in the world seemed suddenly profound and meaningful. He had grasped destiny and forced it into submission. He felt godly.
Later, in math class, Snowface tried to talk to Starman again, but Starman kept his comments curt and let silence fill the conversation. Snowface pouted. And when Starman smiled at Newgirl and Newgirl blushed back, Snowface scowled. And because she was pretty and because she had grown up in abundance, rejection stung Snowface as a torn bandage stings a scab. Did she want Starman? Yes, absolutely. But only as a child wants a new toy; Starman interested her, and though she knew the impermanence of her interest, still, she wanted him for her own. And now, l because he had rejected her, her desire mixed with scorn and turned into anger.. She was queen of these limited lands -- not to be underestimated or ignored, for she could punish, she could destroy.
As for Starman, all moments were bliss and blessed. Newgirl sat next to him again. She sneaked glances at him, and he knew, and he likewise returned them, covertly as he could. And all the old cliches of young love played out before them. The bitter Starman, the old Starman, if he saw it now objectively and not in himself -- he might have disdained it. But to see a thing and to know a thing in the kernel of one’s soul; these were not the same. What he could scorn at a distance as foolishness and soon flitted fancy, within him, was total truth and of vital importance. And can you, dear reader, can you remember a time when your learned truths were routed by experience? When the distasteful familiarities of cliche were conquered by purity of feeling? An old love, a first kiss, a shooting star, a game of tag, the way a leaf crunched or the snow or the puddle of water beneath a footstep, the way you laughed in your boyhood, now forgotten.
>>403617
For Newgirl, there was unaccustomed joy and an explosion of feeling which made her sick and feverish. Never. Never. Not once, had anyone, male or female, young or old, known or unknown, come to her and said to her they wanted her. Never in a genuine sense. Pity, yes. Scorn. Disdain. Ridicule. Even, hatred, yes. These things were familiar. But genuine companionship? Beyond that which she found between pages and dust, beyond her imagination, her dreams? Never. And he was there, the short boy with the curly hair, well-muscled, deep set eyes, a crooked nose (she admitted, but even the faults were an addendum to perfection) and he had told her he would be her friend. That he would help her. She was suspicious. Self-loathing bred naturally other nastiness -- who would help her? Long ago she had reached certain conclusions about herself and fashioned specific truths to help her understand her place and the reality she occupied.
She was not beautiful. And in an objective sense, she was not -- but to Starman, who had loved her from a position of blindness and ignorance, she had always been beautiful and even reality could not budge memory -- even false memory. She was brilliant. Yes, she was unapologetic on this point. Her grades were always perfect and always attained without significant effort. Books, she had read all she could get her hands on. Literature of every kind from every mouth and corner of the globe were fused permanently into her brain matter. A living part of her, to which she could recede, not unlike a turtle, at signs of danger. She was crippled. A love of words but no tongue, a curse befitting of fables. Socially inept, solitary. She hated everyone through reflection. And that someone would not hate her, put her whole philosophy into disarray. And so she went into her default state, which was suspicion laced with hope. Her stomach hurt when she thought of the card -- she hadn’t given him time to answer which she both regretted and counted as a victory of some kind. She remembered his arm around her shoulders, the exchange of warmth and she trembled as she did then. Fear gripped her.
The class ended.
>Starman rose and accosted Newgirl (and said what?)
>Starman left Newgirl alone and went to his next class with dignity and silence
>Starman accosted Snowface (and said what?)
>>403617
I cant understand what you wrote, but the quest looks good, hopefully more people join