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After recently listening to death grips for the first time, you've fallen in love with one of the band members. Who will you try to seduce?

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I'm a slow and bad QM from Cripplechan. I have not played the VN. Here's a quick recap:

-You are a rookie ice mage who unexpectedly enter a Nasy-style Holy Grail War while vacationing in Hong Kong.

-Your servant is a Rider-class Nazi woman, aka Hitler.

-You both watched an Archer get stabbed by a Lancer aka Jeanne D'arc.

-Now you two are in a shopping mall discussing battle strategy. She is wearing civilian clothes to blend in.

What you know about your Servant is that she conjures up old vehicles and rides them, and uses a sword/gun combo. I will probably mess up the lore. Any questions?

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How long has it been? How long have you been staring at the mirror in front of you? The one playing memories out in front of you like some kind of black and white movie?

Must have been a while, because it's played somebodies life around three times already. You aren't sure if they're your memories or if they belong to somebody else.

Suddenly you see something new show up on the mirror, an image of a family on a farm, in color this time.

You focus on a little boy, his eyes shining with intelligence and you can tell he'll go far.

Out of nowhere he locks gazes with you, and all you can do is stare straight back at him. He winks one eye and everything goes black, then you hear glass shatter somewhere.
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"-s! Please, please, please WAKE UP!"

Everything fucking hurts.
You jolt forwards and open your eyes, and see a small woman in some kind of black armor crying over you. She's holding some kind of blow-torch in one hand and a pistol in the other hand. The two of you are huddled in a tiny corner of a closet of some kind, if it weren't for the flashlight on her helmet you doubt you'd be able to see anything at all.

A second passes and your hearing returns, and you pick up two distinct noises from the silence around the two of you. Her sobbing noises, and a loud stomping noise that's getting louder and louder by the second.
She turns her head to the destination of the other sound and the light reveals a door to her side, you notice that it's currently swung open with a broken lock.
By the increase of the volume, you assume you have around three seconds to act.

>Get up to the door and stand your ground
>Snatch the pistol out of her hand and stay sitting
>Look for a way out of this closet

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Last time, you learned about a collaboration that the deceased Mill was working on with Arya mac Lir, and spoke both with her and Vikas Boreas, who opposed their work staunchly upon learning that they were steps away from reaching the Root. Now you've returned to Arya's office for more information, where Ammon has already been for some time.


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Info Doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1mKfXYYoB2QlYCUsIUyCKR6aq0oa8JfqA4xgH6kVo43M/pub

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Given the opportunity by Ammon, and wanting to delay ending this conversation for as long as possible to avoid getting scolded by him after, you decide to ask Arya about who was aware of the finer details of the collaboration between her and Mill, being sure to not mention the fact that you're aware of the goal, or Vikas's own role in the matter. Arya's eyes simply narrow in response as she looks from you to Ammon, then back again.

"As I was already telling this one," She states, jutting a finger towards Ammon. "Only Mill and I were aware of the project's full nature. Besides us, some of my apprentices knew bits and pieces, though I'd hardly say they had a holistic sketch. I'd be a fool to assume that Mill didn't tell anyone minor traces of information in passing, but I can hardly tell you who since I don't know that myself." After speaking, the Grand-rank magus lets out a sigh, crossing her arms in front of her. "Now then, I will have to ask that you leave. It's getting late and I've gotten behind on my own personal research since I've been having to try and fix what portions of the work I can do without Mill."

Before you can consider trying to insist on the contrary, Ammon silences you with a glance then gives Arya a cordial nod. "Of course. We wish you the best of luck on your work." He says, before walking outside of the office just as the door is slammed behind him. Turning to you, his expression seems to be at a halfway point between amused and annoyed, a hand reaching up to massage his temples. "You've been quite the headache for me today, 'partner'."

[] Apologize, but use the information you got from Vikas to prove that you're doing stuff that matters. He can't argue with results.
[] Apologize and act sad and teary so that he feels bad. The emotional appeal never fails.
[] Punch him in the fucking face.

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Squick Quest part 3 - The Social Butterfly

The world is weird, and so are you.

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Years ago a wars swept the world and left it in ruin. Nobody who was a part of it lived to tell the tale and those who have info aren't telling any time soon. Whatever did happen left every world government in shambles and reduced the USA to a bunch of tribes and small alliances between settlements.

You are about to make your settlement in what used to be Washington State. You and the other outcasts from a California Alliance are here to make a new life in the _____ half of WA.

>We're settling in the east
>We're settling in the west

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Dawn: a poetic hour, if ever there was one. From the grips of all-encompassing night, it springs, simultaneously heralding the end of nightmares and the death of dreams, whisking all away in those first resplendent rays of probing light. It is a time for birds, for bees, for livestock and the folks that tend to them, a time for all goodly things to begin their lives anew after their temporary stint of worldly absence.

You idly wonder how much Father Michael’s religious speeches may be influencing your present train of thought as you leisurely wind through the surrounding fields of Riven, occasionally waving to the farm hands already busily tending their fields. Some can’t be bothered to return the gesture; some can. Others seem far more interested in the cart you have behind you, laid heavy and high with goods ill-concealed with a tarp.

No surprise there, merchants always draw the eye of people in small hamlets, and after months of tyranny in the south, you may be the first who looks the part coming from these roads in a good long while. Unfortunately, while you certainly have goods for barter, more pressing things occupy your mind as yet, like the sound of bells coming from the town ahead.

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You arrive upon the scene in earnest some half an hour later to silent bells and near empty streets. A curiosity, to be certain, but a mystery that doesn’t last long as you round a bend toward the stables near the courthouse. Even from here, you can already see the crowds gathered outside, hear the murmurs as they await a verdict from the judges within. Seems justice comes swift in these parts.

> What to do?
> [] Look for Father Michael at the inn
> [] Head straight for the courthouse
> [] Talk to your recently acquired companion, Lucy

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Welcome to Adventure Civ Medieval!

In this quest, you will help a medieval realm strive and grow as trouble arises and other nations work on their own agendas.

Last time, OP had several near-death experiences.


how to play:
1) choose a realm to play for. change your name to reflect your choice (ex: Bowtie Noble). Max 4 players per realm.
2)each turn, your realm has 2 actions. You can choose a cultural, technological, or immediate acion, plus one bonus action based on your realms' bonus action(if your realm has a bonus tech action, you can do any action one time per turn, plus a tech action).
3)discuss with your compatriots which actions you will take. Once you're done, reply to my recap anchor post with the recap of your actions.

twitter: @Opee_Adventures

previous thread: >>269671

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We'll be starting at an ancient level, but not the mud and sticks sort of thing a lot of civs start with. This will be rather small scale, focused on the people. With that done, first three votes for our race, first three for our ''place'' (Are we starting in a city state, a small trading settlement, a tribal village?)

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First three votes for a race, first three for a place.

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I will start this off by saying; I will not be able to provide draw faggotry, but I will provide situation appropriate images.

You are Amy, a normal girl in the world; from this day, til your birth, you've been nothing but average. Your one defining characteristic, has been your XX chromosome.
That may be about to change, for the better or worse; your life has been tossed into the hands of some kind of force; we shall see if they are benevolent or malevolent.
You get out of bed, and look in the mirror.
What colour is your hair? [First come first serve]
Are you conventionally attractive? Be honest with yourself, Amy. [roll 1 d20]

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It is the year 225AC in the lands beyond the Wall, though this isn't something on your mind. No, as a young giant, you are more concerned with hunting and possibly finding a wife. Adventure is another motivation for you, the allure of plunder and booty calling to most men of your age.

Choose One
>Strength: You are an especially strong giant, more even than the freakish strength of your kind
>Intelligence: Most giants aren't the brightest, but you are a rare genius, close to a human.
>Speed: Speed isn't typically a trait associated with giants, but you have always been much quicker than your lumbering fellows.

Choose a Name

Posting the thread now, and will count votes in the morning. Let me know if you guys have any questions. This takes place in the GoT universe, about 75 years before the main books, during the reign of Maekar Targaryen

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Partial archive - https://yordlequest.tumblr.com/

Kurridge, the average joe Yordle who, after a series of unfortunate events such as accidentally mining a Krug while on an errand from a shop in Bandle City, Getting knocked out by said Krug to be rescued by Braum and Tristana, then left alone in a palisade outpost somewhere in the woods, where she met a strange spirit with chimes who proceeded to terrify the fuck out of her before taking the chime she found on the ground earlier and leaving.

Afterwards, she saw a mysterious orb of light which she promptly stuck her hand into - and found herself teleported to Summoner's Rift. Following a brief bout of crying pathetically and acquiring a new skill "Cry like a Bitch", she had then met the tiny(relatively speaking) denizens of the place.

Deciding to march on with them in hopes of finally accomplishing her goal. To become somebody, or at least get out of this place alive.

But it was not to be, as she found herself blown sky high by something on the way to the battlefield, and now found herself stripped to her knickers, and bound by rope.

Upon talking to the creature that had presumably taken her hostage and tied her up, she finds herself being offered a choice to join this creature.

Will you -

>Join him
>I may be a defenseless, half naked mook but this shit just don't FLY!

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Echoes..Screams.

Eyes slowly opening, a wave of dirt permeated miasma coffers your nose. A salty taste of blood is like iron in your tongue...Groaning in pain, you shiver extremely as your only in a loincloth.

Turning to your right, you spot the decrepit corpses of three brutalized Humans.

Damn...Your Squadron was done away with..

>Your chains are quite loose

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you are a retard

>enter new name now lol