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Now look where kindness has gotten you. You said your last goodbye to the world as a mortal the instant you made that foolish wish.
“Don’t worry, Genie” you said. “I’ll use my third wish to free you from the lamp.”
And you were true to your word.
As soon as the wish was said the Genie’s plump lips curved into a coy smile.
She descended from the ground, the misty vapours which trailed out from the lamp and formed her lower half shifted and became solid. The beautiful genie touched the ground and stood before you, the shackles on her wrist disappearing as she gave you a thankful kiss on the cheek.
“You’re going to stay with me in the mortal world?” you said.
The Genie sighed, looking at you as if you were a five-year-old who said something cute.
“Oh sweet boy” she said, cupping your face with her soft hands. “There must always be a Genie for the lamp; and now the time has come for a new Genie. Thank you, sweet boy, and may your new Master be as kind as you have been.”
The Genie stepped aside, her clothes shifting to ordinary mortal clothes; reality changing to give her a whole new life in the modern day world; a life she told you was stolen from her many years ago when she had been imprisoned in the lamp. It is only now you discover exactly what needs to happen for a mortal to become imprisoned.
You feel a sharp tug on your feet as they become smoke and vapour trailing into the lamp. The Genie you thought was your friend gives you a sad wave as you are sent hurtling into the nozzle of the lamp, your body shrinking down into it, becoming smoke, engulfing you in darkness…
When you wake you find yourself in a soft padded room. You’ve seen it once before when the previous Genie of the lamp gave you the walking tour of her home. The Genie liked to drape her room in colours of green and purple, with shiny soft cushions and a shag carpet. She didn’t seem to realize as a Genie she was a walking cliché. You didn’t have the heart to tell her though. It gives you a sinking feeling to think that this could very well be your new home for what could be hundreds, if not thousands of years between your trips back to the mortal world to grant wishes; the very fuel source which sustains your Genie existence. A Genie who doesn’t grant wishes, so the previous Genie told you, would fade into non-existence after a week of not granting wishes in ‘Genie-time’ inside the lamp; though time inside the lamp, and time in the mortal world are said to pass differently.
Unfortunately, you have no say as to who your new master will be, or for how long you’ll have to wait. Though the wait for a new Master will not take more than an ‘in-lamp’ week to occur. For now, you’re stuck. Even as you stand in the single room you wonder how many hours, days, and months are passing by for every second you spend alone in here.

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Welcome back to Where The Sun Reaches!

Your name is Sgt. James Vargas, a tough marine son-of-a-bitch getting revenge on the Japanese for capturing your brother at Corregidor in '42. Currently you're sitting by a camp-fire underground in a Japanese-held tunnel on some piece of shit island in the middle of no-where. Suffice to say, things could be better.

"Alright, we'll hit the factory and I assume you guys know where exactly that is. What do we do after we get inside, exactly?" You ask of the stalwart man, bearded man in front of you.

"Once we gain access to the interior, we must find a key that belongs to the quarter-master, a decidedly unpleasant and zealous individual. We are not completely sure about the contents of the armory, but based on the amount of guards and general manpower dedicated to it, they must be quite valuable."

"Right, so when should we leave?"

"Up to you, my friend. But, from one soldier to another, you look rather dreadful. I would recommend that you rest here for....I suppose what would seem like a night? Understanding time has become quite difficult without being able to see the sun, as you could perhaps guess."

Julius reaches over to his left, by the stash of looted Japanese equipment, and tosses you a sturdy but incredibly stiff sleeping bag. You thank him and set it down on your side of the camp-fire, unloading your equipment and slipping inside the rock-hard covers and laying your head down. You soon fall asleep, the three survivors remaining quiet until you had truly lost yourself to your exhaustion. Bless their hearts.

In your sleep, you are transported quickly to a dream. Well, technically nightmare. You always get more nightmares than dreams nowadays.

You and your new, green squad were holding position along this tree-line in some un-named jungle with no standing orders. The last few you'd gotten were garbled and nonsensical, did the guys at the top even know what was going on down here?!

Suddenly, out from the green expanse of rotting plants and bugs, a wave of Japanese soldiers burst out with their bayonets fixed and the name of the Emperor on their tongues. You and your men turn and try to fire, but it's far, far too late by then. Japanese bayonets run through and ravage American flesh, and you yourself are stabbed and dragged down by three hate-filled Japs before you can even shoot. As your head drops to the ground and you lay bleeding out on the filthy jungle floor, you see another marine fighting his hardest against a pack of Japs in front of you. He does his best to fight them off, but one of them manages to spear him through the ribs and he goes down. They use their bayonets and tear him to pieces, jabbing and slicing anywhere they can. You stare at the poor bastard, before his head turns to you and you roar in horror. It's your brother.

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Hear ye hear ye, investors of the East India Trading Companies of Holland, France and the United Kingdom seek Hale Merchants to sail the seas and establish profitable trading posts abroad. Applicants must be stout of heart and bring with them a manual of their past achievements. Fitting applicants will be supplied with capital sufficient to purchase a well equipped ship, hearty crew and supplies fit to establish a trading post in the far oceans.

The Region in which these companies seek to establish trade outposts is the far east indies, the spice islands of the orient, rife with unsavory savages, pirates and heathens. It is the hope of the esteemed stockholders that friendly trade competition in the region from the three mighty trading companies will bring the region to civilization and splendor.

Please, should you feel fit for the role enclose a parchment, signed, detailing (in brief) your attributes, virtues and which company you seek employment from. Should you have a spare portrait of thyself it would not hurt to enclose.

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this is long body bill. dubs decides what he does today

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10 Miles East of Yuma, AZ
198X
5 Years after the End

Previous threads
https://yuki.la/qst/64847
https://yuki.la/qst/97652
https://yuki.la/qst/118496
https://yuki.la/qst/194018
https://yuki.la/qst/211292
https://yuki.la/qst/236283
https://yuki.la/qst/259404

You are Hank Dalton, 22 year old driver, mechanic, and all-around bad motherfucker. Last time on The Last Grease Monkey, you:
>Decided to go after the Skinwalkers with the help of Jim, Zoe, Chief, and Deputies Hawkins and Garcia in an M60-equipped Chevy Blazer
>Were ambushed by a Skinwalker who made Hawkins puke spiders, shit was fucking gnarly
>Shot and captured the Skinwalker who ambushed you, now you’re interrogating him
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You'll keep this guy breathing for another couple minutes, not because of any sympathy toward him but because he’s the only one that has an idea of what you’ll be running into. “So what exactly are we dealing with?”

“Six or seven guys,” says the Skinwalker. “Two bikes, one car, and one truck with a machine gun on it. Plus a home-made spike strip across the road. Couple of my friends might be with em. Not archers though.”

"What the fuck did you shoot Hawkins with?"

"I told you, it was special. Glass head, tarantula eggs inside. Your friend was unlucky enough to be a sure hit."

"Can we help him?"

"Your medicine man already did. He needs a hospital now."

"The spiders were not of this world," says Chief, "When they disappeared, so did all their influence here. Hawkins is weak, but he will live. Now why is this sorry sack of shit still breathing?"

"He's been talking," says Jim.

Chief is having none of this shit. "Why should we trust a fucking Skinwalker?"

"I felt it," says the Skinwalker, turning to Chief, "When you spoke the words that took my spiders away. That wasn't just you, old man. Something else spoke through you. Something I don't want to be on the wrong side of when I'm in the next world."

Chief laughs. "You think that will be your biggest problem in the afterlife? You killed your own fucking family!"

"I killed plenty of families,” says the Skinwalker. “Hey, speaking of family, why so far off the Rez, Chief?"

Chief's eyes narrow. His nostrils flare. Must be a sore subject. One that the Skinwalker keeps prodding at. "And what are you the Chief of, anyway? What happened to your tri-"

Chief grabs the Skinwalker by his long braid and yanks him up to a sitting position. Light glints off the tip of Chief's Bowie knife, which now juts out of the side of the Skinwalker's neck, the blade jammed through to the hilt. He blinks and makes an odd gurgling noise as his eyes roll back in his head before Chief pulls the knife out with a twisting motion that lays his entire throat open, down to the bone. Blood bubbles and oozes out of the ruined neck like a pot of tomato sauce boiling over.

"Leave him for the fucking coyotes,” Chief spits.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=69zvFnVa03g

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I made my own thread because Somnius was being a fag

ok here is the quest

A. Breed with saiyans to ensure your offspring have strong saiyan DNA
B. Don't

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I'm back kiddos. Let's rock

Last time you and your son Endris were on a space hulk and killed genestealers for practice. Finding some sweet loot in a chamber on said space hulk, including a pink button

You look at the button for a moment and then to Endris who nods "Do what you're going to do" he says to you quietly

You then turn back to the button and press it, for a moment there is nothing happening at all. Moments later you hear music, sound and noise across the ship and out in the void of space

The rocks and ships break apart from the main vessel. A spiral shaped citadel with surround speakers encircling it, a party ship/ massive sound based weapon

What do qst?

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Hello and welcome back to Mortal Kombat Konquest! Today, we'll be going on an adventure with the new generation of Lin Kuei: Tundra, Frost, and Vapor.

Tundra: Zian, the son of the legendary warrior and Earthrealm defender, Kuai Liang, AKA Sub-Zero. A well meaning, if somewhat sheltered and naive, young warrior. He has been sent on a quest to Outworld, but this was interrupted by the untimely invasion of Onaga.

Frost: An orphan taken in by Sub-Zero as an apprentice nearly fifteen years ago, she was frozen solid when she attempted to take the Dragon Medallion for herself. Now awake once more, she has been given a second chance by the Grandmaster to redeem herself.

Vapor: Born of the union between the enenra known as Tomas Vrbada, AKA Smoke, and the edenian Jade, Andela (Codename Vapor) is a shy girl who has recently become more outgoing due to her time as a crewmember on the realm-hopping nethership, the Dragon Wing.

Together, these three will embark on a journey to the frozen reaches of Outworld in search of an ancient remnant of the lost Cryomancer civilization, of which Tundra and Frost both descend from. It will be a perilous journey, but with their business with the New Defenders concluded for now, they can begin their quest.

Our story begins the day after the coronation ceremony of the new Kahnzedah, Cao, and two days after the defeat of Onaga and his armies.

Further Backstory for this quest: http://pastebin.com/juBwNVHU

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/8BHvxRH

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Welcome to legacy quest, a dungeon crawling adventure spanning several generations of heroes.

Your protagonists will die, permanently, but fear not! Before each hero embarks on their quest to free the land from evil, they marry and have children, ensuring their bloodline will not die with them, and providing the next intrepid adventurer to follow in the footsteps of their ancestors when they come of age.

Unfortunate and stupid heroes might face insta-kills, unwinnable situations, and general doom. The best and brightest will slowly progress through the dungeon, but will still likely face their inevitable death.

No one hero will beat the dungeon, only by building up a strong family of heroes, investing in your hometown/stronghold to acquire better resources, passing down knowledge, wealth, and loot.

Last time on legacy quest: >>312911
>We met our new hero, Aurora, daughter of Svard II.
>Aurora, a Lumino-Crusader demanded to carve her own path into the dungeon.
>She slew a necromancer, and barely escaped from his minions with her life.
>She escaped a timed puzzle at the very last second.
>After the world's loudest attempt to open a door roused a horde of orcs, our already badly injured hero met her demise.

But what about the village? Was it attacked by bandits? Did it survive? How will Aurora's child fare? Let's find out!

Three bumps to begin!

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May you don't get lost in the way.

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let's give this another shot:

You're a young man who's been wandering through what can only be described as nowhere for days, entirely on a hunch on where you're going.
It's dark, freezing cold, You're miles away from the safe confinement that is your home, and you're hungry as hell. However, the place you're headed shouldn't be too far out of your reach anymore... You're pretty sure.

But before we elaborate any further on that, let's pick a name.

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Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=oh-no (Thanks PET)

Please take the time to read through all six if you're a newcomer. You will be lost if you don't, and I don't like explaining things multiple times when there already exists an explanation that you can find.

Spreadsheet: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/17W1CLkQo0rpmR8dN0n_hZqqXcOIziAdPdfsJOvI14pc/edit#gid=0
(Keeping track of your stats, inventory, etc)

Welcome back.
I'd noticed a decline in the quality of my writings, as well as a decline in player numbers, posts, and ratings in response.
I'm going to do things better, and try to make sure that the quest remains enticing no matter the circumstance, whether that requires action, suspense, or comedy.

This is also the first thread to fall in the new weekly schedule, to ensure that I have enough time to break and prepare for a followup thread. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
--
Last time, on Sex and the Titty,
>"It's burger time."
You whipped those burgers into shape, spreading the American seed.
Afterward, you went on a date with Olivia where you watched a play and contemplated your own free will and mortality.
You then went to an observatory and found something interesting, that you may very well be in the same universe as Earth.
Then you stared at the stars and caught a glimpse of something very different: boobs.
The next day you went back to the party home, took a bath, played UNO, then headed out to meet the big boss of this underground movement.
Turns out he's called The Fountain, and he was born on neither Earth nor the world you're on currently, taking heritage from the world of Foegn. He offers you a job, and despite Olivia's reluctance, you take it.
Later, you went to the library to learn about this world's history, and you grabbed Abridged Histories, reading on much of the development of society.
At this point in the library, while Olivia was fuming over her representation in texts, you said something that pushed her over the line, and she kissed you. That's as far as it went, and now you're back at the party home, calming your nerves, waiting on instructions from The Fountain.

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Twitter: @BeleagueredQM
Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/FEc6v8FP

Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Beleaguered%20Prince%20Quest

You are Prince Meirion auk Gwyrren, the only sane man in a royal family with dubious concepts of strategy, justice, taxation, and governance in general. You have made it your goal in life to keep your family on the throne and your head firmly attached to your body.

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Reagan holds your arm all the way back to the banquet and teases you every single step of the way. You wish you could have taken a cold shower to get over her, but you suspect it would have just made everything much, much worse, so you settle for pulling your jacket down to cover the area around your belt buckle.

"That was quite refreshing, your highness," Princess Reagan says. "I hope we can do this again some time."

You smile and remain quiet, because anything you say will just walk you right into a trap. Reagan giggles daintily and goes to a quieter section of the room so she can eat peacefully, leaving you behind.

You've learned more about Agda's relationship with her sister and about Aleksandra's issues with Gwyrddarfordir, so you consider your work done for the night. The party is still going though, and it would be unseemly if you left too early. You are, after all, a representative of the hosts.

>Go look for your brother. You should make sure he's enjoying himself.
>Go look for your mother. You want to spend time with someone sane.
>Return to your date Rhonwen. You've left her alone too long.

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=Thread 18=

You are Delilah, a young girl with a strange affliction suffering in a world that does not care. A runaway living on the streets, you go through several hardships and struggles in an attempts to find peace and happiness for yourself. The world is not simply black and white, nor are the people living in it.

Can you push through all the misery that surrounds you, or will you fall to this gray world?

=Links and Information=

Story Thus Far (Raw and a mess, will work on cleaned up versions.):

http://pastebin.com/WnGZwK04 (embed) (embed) Part 1
http://pastebin.com/eGfGW8jV (embed) (embed) Part 2 (Part two seems to be somewhat messed up in addition to not being caught up. I will attempt to fix, but archives seem to be your better option for catch up)

Archives:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=aCowboyNamedSue

Quick Glance (SPOILERS) The quick Who is Who and what Delilah has. Mostly accurate.:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1wXNWJdAKuqw-btrHDbvSkN5Gj3QhdY28XNKRUXMLHu0/edit#heading=h.8xfgre7nxqty

Twitter; @Cowboy_Sue
Discord; https://discord.gg/0107qV9kiFDlUH9nY
Chat room with me and other players. I answer questions, post sketches, and act cheeky.

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>>309952
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You are a Dark Spirit; a Jána of the Night born high astride the flickering embers thrust from the deep heart of the world, and this is your Quest.

>PREVIOUSLY:

You were called to the aid of an old Aniunakei warrior named Uluwehi, who you then Accorded with to defend his tribespeople from pirate invaders.
After succeeded with little difficulty you then Accorded with the Curer of the Aniunakei to retrieve her daughter from the Far Jungle, and return her safe and sound.

After being ambushed by a sea spirit who was Accorded to keep anything from reaching the Far Jungle you felt attracted to a fear emitting structure within a heavy bog.

>LAST THREAD:

Curious and purpose bound you delved into the ruins and found it filled with well-armed stone Aniunakei skeletons.
You explored the ruins and discovered several things, amongst them was a black smoking eye-orb that you decided to take.

It granted you memories and something of a power that separates you from mortal time and as you left you were halted by a seething wet Darkjána.
Persistent to talk of deals and trade you noticed a great set of translucent chains around it withering into black smoke.

Noticing its impending trick you decided to engage it in battle, restraining it and taking the Red-Tinge of its eyes.
Wanting to ensure it would never be a threat again you ventured to take its Second Eye; its Will and Mind, but were stopped by your own chains.

Being wary of attempting to Accord with the creature you interrogated the seething wet darkness and discovered the nature of Decrees.
After reinforcing the great withering chains upon the dark spirit with your Decree, you and your new friend traversed through a bog of skeleton warriors.

As you left the bog behind you noticed a faint blue glow and deciding to find its origins you stalked to intercept it while the forest became illuminated by a similar pale glow.
You discovered the source to be an earth spirit crowned with a circle of orchids and after successfully ambushing it and dodging its massive attacks you engaged battle.

As the fight continued it removed a flower from its crown and ate it, began to emanate amusement as its body took on its crown's azure haze, and seemingly waited for your next move.
You decided to retreat to get back to finishing your Accord, emanating peace and that you only attacked because of its spying and hunting behaviors.

In response it accused you of weakness, of cowardice, and frailty and timidity before shortly taking its leave after one last burst of condemnation.
Moderately irate you've smoldered upon some responses and courses of action.