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Thread Archive - http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Pokemon%20civ%20evo No first thread. Looking for it now. Different tags.
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It is the year 1568.

You, the players, are in control of the great nation of Valornia, a state founded by the Skorupi and the Yanma and has now, through politics and conquest, blobbed the northern half of Root Island, which is starting to be called "Ostrov of Srdnatosti" or Isle of Valor by the populace. Own the whole island and it will be renamed offically.

Currently, Valornia is engaged in the Haven Coalition War and with some sabotage, you've knocked most of your enemies allies out of the picture, leaving just the Kingdom of Zureis and a weak duchy, the Duchy of Mordans. Now you and your allies have invaded the northern parts of Haven Island, more to the point Zureis, in a bid to defeat them only to find demons amongst their soldiers. Something foul is truly afoot

The last thing that happened, >>367998, The 2nd army has just caused an avalanche in the northern province of the Galliem Order, killing off a good portion of the Zureisian element and warding off the rest.

-=-Current Orders-=-

TECH -| Valves - 1
TECH -| Plumbing/Pipes - 1
MILITARY -| Breech-Loading Cannon - 5
MILITARY -| Breech-Loading, Center-fire Rifle - 7
POLITICAL -| Religious surveys - 3
SOCIAL -| Start social programs - 2
ESPIONAGE -| Karovian Opinion - 2

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Current Budget - 155,000 KYR

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Alright men, as we last left off we were about to get rockin and rollin with our son. Let's do it

You pick up a guitar that doesn't seem stupidly small in your hands. And then you make a single strum that reverberates through out the sonic space hulk. And soon the sound of cheering and whistling is heard from an unseen crowd.

Endris nods and picks up a guitar as well, and you both begin to shred away. The sound making the hype grow and grow as the audience reveals itself to be Orks who keep bring the hype

"OI BOSS! DES 'ERE UMIE'S IZ GOOD!" an Ork in the crowd yells out behind all the others. "I'LL BE DA JUDGE OF DAT YOU SQUIGLICK!!" one yells out

You see a huge mass come forward and.....it's one of your sons: wearing cobbled together Orky armor. His face has two big scars forming an X across his face, his brown hair is tied into a ponytail pointing to the back of his head, green eyes almost seem glowing in a way around the orks

He looks at you and Endris and seems shocked, he heads up on the stage and asks a simple word

"Dad?"

On a side note: Buckle up kiddos, I'm back....and shit's going to get GAR with Manly Tears and it's time to rock

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Twitter: QuestingQM

Character Sheet:https://docs.google.com/document/d/1dbHfLvUNQVM4qsomLlvpMOEWO7IDEf1fmC1ICYzJBdA/edit

Last time on Nazi Experimental Quest, we trained like a motherfucker, broke our arm while hunting bears with Ivanka, we also got a new commander, Leopold, who is an SS officer and pretty damned good. We also got our ass handed to us by the Russian Conscripts twice, once as Stojan, who failed to run a track, and as Ivanka, who fell unconscious.

"I have a lot of work to do, Leopold. But I hope you serve me faithfully."

"Very well. I suppose your leaving?"

"Yes, you want something?"

"Nein. I'm good, commander."

You leave Karkmann's makeshift medical tent.

Provincial Stability of Zgorzelec: Somewhat Stable.
Popularity: Unpopular
Pack Hunger: Starving. (-2 on Action.)
You and your Commanders Hunger: Starving.

Resistance Actions. (1)

>Attack a Convoy!
>Bomb a target!
>Research...
>Preform an assassination...
>Construct Something
>Raid for more Lycanthropes!
>Find a new black market.
>...Try to find the survivors and bring them back to your camp.
>Check the radio, it seems the USA general is contacting you.
>Write-In

Personal Actions.

>Talk to Ivanka.
>Talk to Borislav, Ivanka's brother.
>Talk to Pelevina, Ivanka's friend.
>Talk to Father Nicolae.
>Talk to Petrov.
>Talk to Leopold.
>Talk to Karkmann.
>Talk to some of your soldiers.
>Write-In

Your Cult still hasn't found a place to settle down at!

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>>>FULLMETAL CORE<<<
>>Segment 01<<

>[STARLIGHT REP.]
"Here's the mission. Your client is the Starlight Corporation.

"We want you assist us in recapturing Old Anthem City. Starlight Corporation's ultimate goal is to exploit the endless resources in outer space... for the greater good of humanity's long term survival, of course. The radical element currently occupying Old Anthem City, a group calling themselves the 'Iron Cross,' are one of many obstacles standing in our way. Drive these savages out of the city, and we'll be able to make use of the facilities there to further our research.

"This is an excellent opportunity for you to establish yourself as a real mercenary, and to strengthen relations with your one and only sponsor, the Starlight Corporation. I am confident that you will not disappoint."

>END RECORDING

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The year is 769 AD, the very beginnings of Medieval rule.

Charles and Carloman Karling rule over a divided Francia.

In the Byzantine Empire, controversy rages regarding the use of religious images. The emperor and ecumenical patriarch are Iconoclast in an Orthodox world causing many internal problems

The Abbasid Caliphate is at the zenith of its power. However, powerful vassals are already biding their time to break free.

In the strange and foreign lands of India, kingdoms fight each other for rule of the land, citing the many cultures and religions as just causes.

In the North and East, Slavic, Germanic, Finnish and Romuvan religions hold sway over the lands of Eastern Europe and Scandinavia but these lands are poor and the soil is weak.

How will you rule? A Lombard Warrior? A Bedouin Master of Secrets? A Polish Master Merchant? The choice is yours!

Let's begin, which region will you begin with?

>Western Europe
>Northern Europe
>Eastern Europe
>Balkans
>Anatolia
>Middle East
>Western Asia
>North Africa
>India

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Ravnica, City of Guilds.

You're someone from here, but who? And where will you end up?

Roll 1d16 for your mana color.

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Last thread: >>341025

Last time we:
Killed fucker in the basement and absorbed him
Mined magic ore
Found machine empire
Gave magic ore to machine empire
They our friend now
Humans and dryads sent an army
Lol jokes on them machine empire has fuck hueg mech
Captured some dryads and knights


>What next?

>Research Something (Specify)
>Raise Undead
>Create Advanced Undead (Specify)
>Attack/Spy/Negotiate with a race (Specify)
>Build Something (Specify)
>Something Else?

Current Assets:
http://pastebin.com/sULNvjSC

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This is going to be a little different. You'll be voting for race as normal, but then you'll vote for your place in this new fantasy Europe, and for your time period (Before 1700 and after 500BC) I will then determine what political entity you've ended up as, and we can get started.

With that, let's do this, votes for race, votes for place, and votes for time period.

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Your name is Victory, and you are a magical girl of the Bureau of Special Research and Actions. You are currently on the southern shore of France, creeping along the darkened beach. Supposedly, Mediterranean beaches were supposed to be among the best in the world. That’s a bit hard to believe, but maybe with fewer coastal gun batteries, swastikas, and machine gun nests you'd be able to see it.

After confirming that the coast was clear you continue down the beach, careful to avoid the periodic patrols that the garrison sends out. They’re ordinary soldiers, hardly a match for a magical girl. But still, you’d rather not compromise yourself this early during the mission. The patrols don’t seem to be very attentive, many stop on their routes to rest or smoke.

You check your map and head towards the weak point in the Mediterranean Wall that the Free French Army was kind enough to mark for you. A squad of Grenadiers and a Kubelwagon greet you. They look rather disheveled, you think you spy a bit of blood on their uniforms. One of the Grenadiers waves at you.

“Bonjour, mademoiselle Jones. I trust your trip here was smooth?”

You frown, Chariot manned torpedos were never designed for extended range travel, and definitely weren’t designed to evade naval mines. But, they had sealed cockpits, so you didn’t get too wet. Little victories.

“No, but I managed.”

The Grenadier smiles wryly and shrugs, before turning to open the rear door of the vehicle.

“Eh, c’est la vie, non? At least you’re alive, and the mission isn’t a bust. What more could you ask for? Now get in, keep your head down, and let us do the talking.”

A figure runs down the road frantically, also dressed in German fatigues. He speaks rapidly in French to the Grenadier, who’s face hardens as he listens. He pushes you towards the car.

“Get in s'il vous plaît, guests are on their way. Waffen-SS.”

Waffen-SS? Nasty folks, but still normal soldiers nonetheless.

[x] “I’m a magical girl, they shouldn’t prove too much of an issue for me. We should fight.”
[x] Waffen-SS troopers might not scare you, but they’ll slaughter these guerrillas without batting an eyelash. Follow orders.
[x] Write in

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Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Hitmaid
>Your job as a maid and assassin is simple; Protect the young master from the shadows, and be the best maid you possibly can.

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(1/2)
>battle of wits

Elisabeth walked forward, lowering her rifle. Recalling the others initial reactions to her, she decided to try something different. Flicking one hand out, she unhooked a knife and caught it in her palm. Grabbing it firmly, she shouted.

“Hey, bitch! It's me!” Sprinting forward, she tried to slam the knife into the woman's back. The tip dug in but slid, leaving a gash that traced the length of the woman's back. The woman glanced back in shock upon hearing her voice and winced from the attack. But that was it. Smirking, the woman spoke firmly.

“You're nothing compared to her, filthy maid!” Her fist flew out, which took Elisabeth by surprise. A tug on her shirt pulled her back just enough that the fist missed. The woman's eyes widened as Elisabeth stabbed down and hit her in the pit of her elbow. “Maybe you're stronger than I anticipated. Let's do this!”

Elisabeth could feel all the pressure of the woman's presence shift on to her and almost wilted. This woman was, above all else, powerful. How the cook had experienced this and still drawn his revolver was beyond her. A fist instantly appeared next to her head, as the woman delivered another jab. The same tug reached Elisabeth's head, pulling her head back. The fist hit the air so hard it blew the maid's bangs back. This woman was a monster. Elisabeth sprinted back, barely dodging the onslaught of punches that rained upon her. As she tripped backwards and the huge fist came to deliver a finishing blow, a soft voice called from just behind her.

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Welcome to the world of Pokemon! Last time, you taught your pokemon some much needed moves.

Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=pokemon+adventure+quest
Twitter: @knight_quest

Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/F6HgCC55
Pokemon Sheet: http://pastebin.com/DqdcTfig
Companion Sheet: http://pastebin.com/dXvQc9g4
Item Sheet: http://pastebin.com/Q5UD9sZx
Events Sheet: http://pastebin.com/G1Zp4uXv

Write-ins are very much encouraged and frequently rewarded. I also appreciate comments as to why you chose what you wanted to vote for.

Currently…
“So why did you form a team with this lad?” Casey asks. You’re seated on a comfortable wooden recliner with Katie and her move tutor uncle. Splayed across the man’s front lawn are yours and Katie’s pokemon, some laying down and enjoying the last rays of the sun while others run around and play.

“Well, I know that Alex is going to win the Pokemon League,” Katie says, the mention of your name snaps your attention away from Lugh and Anuket running after a ball. “He got recognized by the Chante heroes after all. So I’m going to use his fame to get me a meeting with those in charge and plead my case for legitimizing move tutors.” You see the tell-tale signs of Katie’s passion seeping through her words.

“That’s a pretty noble dream,” Casey says. “I was honestly surprised to see that you were a B-ranked trainer. You’re such a natural that I expected an A-rank at worst.” He ruffles Katie’s hair despite her protest. “Kid, with your talent, you should honestly be as S-rank as Alex here.” Hey, that’s the first time he used your first name! You feel some sort of pride welling up inside, the kind that comes from getting respect from older, wiser authority figures.

(1/2)

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Hey guys, SuicadeSteve is a friend of mine on IRC, got permission from him to steal his all day civ quest since his flopped.

I'll be back in 3 hours. In the meantime, dicuss your race and what climate/terrain/etc you want to be located in, will go off of the most popularly aupported ideas

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The year is 2019
Tensions in Europe have peaked. After the fall of the EU, which is now restricted to Central Europe (and Greece), A new state has formed from Kaliningrad. Mass migrations to Mainland Russia after European governments refusing to allow Russian supplies to reach the state, has left only Germans and Poles in the region. This divide was followed by a revolt, and the State of Prussia was founded. Only shortly after, neighboring German zones quickly joined up to the state.
Prussia has returned to the stage.
The family of the old Kaiser quickly returned as well, making new figureheads and Prussia a democratic kingdom, much like Sweden or the UK. We control the tiny state, and decide what occurs in the state, as we carve out Europe to our needs. Or will we just be carved up by an angry Poland, Lithuania, or Russia?

What's left of the EU wishes for our membership, along with most of NATO wishing for us to join.

The only issue is, all of our neighbors have issued bans on free passage to our brothers in Berlin.

What shall we do?

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>Got in a fight with some bullies
>Got pummeled
>Decided it's do or die time
>Did some research
>Stayed up a few days
>Carol almost got raped
>killed two people (maybe, at least one)

When you walk into Carol's room she is sitting on her bed and grinning at you. "I can't believe we really did it!" she says, then she gets a concerned look on her face. "Come here," she says sternly. You walk over to her and she grabs your hand. You hadn't noticed before but it's really swollen, and now that you take notice of it, you realize there's probably some broken bones in there. You realize your face is probably just as bad, but the mirror was clouded from the shower and you were more concerned about other things to notice all the pains you have. Carol holds your hand, staring at it intently. After a moment she gets a frustrated look then she pulls your hand to cup her cheek. She looks adorable with her face in your hand. She get a determined look on her face, and you begin to wonder what's going on. Suddenly her eyes light up, then she blushes. She looks you in the eyes then looks away. She turns her head and caresses the palm of you hand with her lips. Suddenly the pain in your hand vanishes. You see the swelling visibly decrease. Carol smiles at you and pulls you in for a hug. You hug her back and she kisses your jaw near your ear. The pain where the thug hit you vanishes. You come to the realization that Carol has awoken. You pull back and ask "When?" She giggles and says "When I saw that weirdo hit you, I felt it. I knew I could help you, if only I could get to you." She gets a sad look on her face "I couldn't get away, though. I was so scared. I was really surprised when their heads exploded! And glad that you weren't hurt." You're pretty sure she doesn't realize what almost happened to her, or else her own safety is, to her, so far behind yours that she doesn't care. "I'm glad I was able to assist, milady," you say. She giggles and hugs you again. "So what are we going to do now?"

>So what are you going to do now?
>1d100 with your response
>Also, a name for our hero?

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as some of the fantasy civ are rather dead, i decided to do one myself

vote for race and location, but no humans, undead or unseen, as all of these are already being played

going to decide in 30 min