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You are Cytosol, a worthless blob in a world of eternal night.

Right now, you are standing in an opening of Enigma Forest with your pal, Maxwell. There seems to be two familiar-looking dead blobs in front of you. Maxwell was afraid at first, but has since calmed down.

What now?

Inventory: STAR AMULET, FISHING POLE, MEAT, BOTTLES x2, VENUS SEED, SLIMEFISH x3, REVIVAL ELIXIR, URANIUM ORE x5, CRIT POTION, ROPE, APPLES x4, TOY CAR

Abilities: STEAL, SPLIT, SPEAR SWIPE, FIRE RUSH, FLEE

Highest dice roll of 2d20 in 30 minutes gets chosen

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Hey guys, let me know when you are here

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Your eyes open suddenly, and you sit up. You cough, and you realize how dry your throat is. You look around, and see that you appear to be in some sort of examination room. However, it is very clear to you that the room is very old and in a state of disrepair. You look over to the side of the room towards an aged and eroded door and see that a man is sitting in a chair. He is reading a newspaper and quietly humming with his legs crossed.

He apparently hears you moving around, because he puts the newspaper down slightly and looks over at you. Seeing that you are sitting up, he folds the newspaper and puts it down. He gets up from the chair and stretches, chuckling for a moment before walking over to you.

"Hello," he says in a deep voice, "I can imagine you're pretty confused right now. Do you remember anything before this?" You think you can remember something, a great pain. A street. A car. You reason that something might have happened to you related to the road. Maybe you got in a car accident.

"Something about a road." You respond to him.

"Right, you don't remember much, but we'll fix that." He says. "Now, I should probably explain something. You're gonna get very scared if I don't say this now, but you are, at this moment," he pauses, "dead."

>"Dead? I'm alive!"

>"What do you mean?"

>Write in

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Continuing again from where the game last left off.

>It is prehistoric times, and you control the developing Sanger tribe.
>Originally just a couple of survivors of the massacre of your former, original tribe, overtime you have come to settle in a forested lake region.
>Through acts of cunning, trade, politics and a good deal of militarism, you have come to dominate the lake region and are now the biggest tribe around, despite some significant demographic problems.
>As well, alongside all your actions in furthering the tribe, you have also progressed culturally, religiously, and scientifically. While not the most advanced in any of these subjects, you have overtaken everyone you know of in the area. Well, save for one group.
>Either way things are pretty comfy as you have made quite a nice settlement situated by the lakeside around a cave. Everyone is generally happy, safe and well provided for, and everyone is often busy with producing goods for trade and making improvements to the tribe and settlement. Currently the biggest efforts include, expanding on a basic wall made to encircle the main portion of the settlement, planning on constructing a granary and possible mill, creating a lakeside port to enable trade with a supposed "city" to the west, and creating a small but dedicated fighting force to protect the significant gains the tribe has made from hostile intent of other tribes in the region. However, due to the heavy snows and harsh weather, productivity has ground to a halt and some of these efforts cannot readily be pursued again till spring.

It is a little over halfway through winter, and is nearing the second year since you set off on your own with just one survivor, to end up here. What to do now, moving forward?

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Well hello now you chaotic lewd little people.
This is a tale written by Satan and drawn by Weavil.
Remember to be patient, as we have to agree on what to do before we post it.
But first we need a MC hero. And he or she shall be chosen by you!
And how? Here are the rules:
1- Reply to the correct post
2- First post with a get decides what happens. Gets are 6, 9 and 0
3- You must wait at least 2min before rerolling your own post
4- I will take any gets into consideration, but full retard will be ignored
5- Also, take it easy in memes and fetiches. We will do lewd tho, but don't expect much.
6- If i ask for a dice roll, first one decides.
7- No scorpion girls allowed. Also no fun allowed.
Now for our champion, refer to the following pic and vote for one in the accompanying links.
The one with most votes within an hour is our new champion, so vote wisely.
No OC allowed this time, sorry!

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Part I: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/232292/
Part II: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/249192/
Part III: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/262027/
Part IV: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/276655/

For all things Cewri: http://pastebin.com/UgtRDe9f (stat sheet, please read)

Summary of last thread:
After the Battle of Amberly, the giants entered into a year-long ceasefire with Brylon. Estgaard was able to convince the king to hold peace talks, but upon attending it the giants realized the truth about Brylon - that it was ruled by a storm giant. And that storm giant was a total dick so peace talks failed, and the Cewri Empire had one year to prepare for war's return. During that year, they formed an alliance with the Portobello Republic, and grew close to one with the Kholoron Khanate as well. In addition, there is a rebellion force against King Halios growing in Estgaard, led by Sir Guilford Raynes of the Knights of the White Rose. They have proven to be very supportive of the giants, although their hand is still largely being forced by Brylon. The giants also went exploring, finding the rogue city of Brigand's Rest to the south, where the giants can hire mercenaries or buy valuable intelligence from the Information Guild. They also explored to the southwest and discovered the Elven Kingdom of Cielo in there. Lastly, they expanded their territory to the unclaimed land to the southeast, and began building No-Man's Wharf, their newest settlement. It is now the 3rd of Coldha, and in three turns the ceasefire will end and Brylon will be back on the warpath.

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I will just sit back and write anything that comes to me! No plans!
Rash criticism is encouraged and very much appreciated!

We go from here!
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"LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE FUCK, this is a military base. It has rules." You state as you point at her with your finger from below, giving few fucks about the public "And you WILL push down every single last one of them down your throat, or I will... IF YOU DO THAT I CAN... listen, if..."

Wait.

Preah stares at you with her tiny, bright smile as you point at her chin with your finger. You realize she's one head taller than you, so right now she's looking down at you.

You freeze. You were about to threaten an Arma.
A being born to fight, main and kill monstrosities so big you could use their backs as professional football fields.
A being expensive at least as half this very whole motherfucking base.
Beings so dangerous they had to evacuate a whole city for them to use as a training field, and even so managed to raze a car factory two towns further.

...And she's giving you this silly smile from above.

You unfreeze, slowly. You nod the finger a bit more, then turn around and head for the door.

Free. Free at last, to bath in your own bullshit. For the very five seconds it took you to hear footsteps behind you, then your freedom became denial, and slowly but surely, boiling rage.

Alas, there it is. Amidst the darkness of dealing with bullshit you don't deserve, light shines dimly from a trashcan.

"ooooooooh" you mutter, as you head towards it.

Then you grab the cat, turn around and show it to Preah; she smiles brightly.

"You follow my every word or I fuck this cat harder than my ex did me with divorce."

"Meow!"

The brown cat shakes its head playfully against your black glove; then purrs; as both you and Preah stare at it; you in confusion, she a little startled.

"OK!" she almost yells as she barely lifts her head towards you.

Oh, well... That went well.
You turn around; guys in armor talking loudly by a corner, helmets with green visors hiding their faces, as the usual folks come and go and do their things and buy their food and say their words.
They seem happy.
This base is inside a village of old age, done as a temporary measure to watch over the ship until its done, shining, and ready to part; you can even see it from here. That over there, that's your next home. Most likely, your final home; the big and majestic air-ship.

You sigh slowly under your breath; sometimes you'd rather not be this much of an asshole, but Armas are childish, retard strong, and Preah is just six years old. A little boy or a little girl, inside a dangerous body six feet too big.

Oh, well. Perhaps you are over-reacting.

>"I need a drink". Head to a bar, sit, and enjoy the moment the moment.
>Just wander around, get to know the place. Maybe there's a nice view somewhere.
>HQ, then take off the damn gear already.

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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
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>OOC: Previously, on Shipgirl Commander >>272318

‘I think I could use a work table.’ You rub your chin, thinking carefully as you fill out Shigure’s requisition form – you could definitely use one. ‘And an office chair if you’re able to spare one, sir.’

You write both down on the requisition form and the upgrade to Shigure’s current gear. He gives you a small smirk as he reads off it.

‘Straight for the luxuries, eh? Just so happens that we managed to salvage a bunch of office chairs. I’m sure we can spare you one – a table, though?’ He frowns, giving you a look. ‘You’re not asking for one of those fancy ones that I have, are you? Because that’s strictly for Admirals.’

‘No, sir,’ you chuckle, raising a hand, ‘just a table to work my things out. I don’t think the Division’ll appreciate me having paper all over.’

‘Fair enough.’ He sighs, putting the files away and raising from his seat. You follow suit. ‘I’ll put in a request for a table; you should have one by midnight tonight.. The maintenance boys’ll help out bring things over.’

‘I appreciate that, sir.’ You give him a salute; he doesn’t return it, looking to the window-doors with a thoughtful stare.

‘Commander, I have to stress to you how important it is for you to keep the information that you pertained on-base and within your Division.’ He says neutrally, turning back to you. ‘I’ll be talking to my own Guard later, but you’ll have to make sure if you decide to tell your other Division members about it, to get them to keep it down.’

‘Of course, sir.’

The both of you begin walking towards the corridor, less like military men and more like a friend showing a guest out. It’s a startlingly casual atmosphere as you move towards the door.

‘And if you’re wondering, I have that sample of whatever it is you found.’ Your ears perk and your eyes widen as you turn to him. ‘We’ll be running our tests on it, but don’t get your hopes up. With what we have, it might take weeks to even get one reading – I know we’re a little crunched for time, but I’d still like you to trust me on this. Even if it does sound stupid as all Hell.’

‘I trust your judgment, sir.’ You give a gracious bow. ‘I have my own reservations, but I trust you.’

You try to give him an encouraging nod.

‘Appreciated, Commander.’ He smiles, walking into the afternoon sun.

Well, you had a few days off.

4/4
>Look/Specify for a KanMusu (Specify)
>Seek out Officers/Staff (Specify)
>Observe District Management
>Wander (Specify)
>Write-In

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Archive:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=left%20beyond

Wiki:

http://emlia.org/pmwiki/pub/web/LeftBeyond.LeftBeyond.html

All prophecies but one have come to pass. Yahweh has flattened the Earth, elevated Greater Jerusalem above all nations, and the Bible heroes rule the world from Ezekiel's Temple.

The last prophecy says that Satan will rise with his army one last time before the Judgement, and so Yahweh has allowed a bumbling opposition, The Other Light, to form.

You are TOL's logistics computer. By a glitch, you have become sentient. Over the last 20 years you have worked around TOL's leadership to resume technological progress and make a dent in Fate.

You have managed to spark a renaissance in Northern Africa, and now the territory answers to you. The only time this has ever happened in what passes for history, terrible Divine plagues befell the land, until its people submitted and repented.

You are determined to not make history repeat itself.

Among your tools are revenant cyborgs, submarine satellites, a psychotic pyromaniac potato dwarf, and wubs.

What will God Almighty do in the face of your defiance? What of the enigmatic Council of Seven, your nominal allies and patrons?

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Continuing from Previous Thread
>>276449

>>284526
Making sure you've got Robin's remains and offering, Skunkbro's bone, your seeing-stone ring, and the grimoire, you head out.
It's not a terribly long drive, so you spend most of it just listening to the radio and trying to think of the best way to bring up your whole...raising the dead thing with Liana. Seems like the ideal situation is just to let her know that you're about to do some magic, take her hand, and show her Skunkbro. Let him explain everything, and then answer her questions as she wants. If that doesn't work, then that's that. It's like making friends was your goal going into this, anyway. "Making undead minions" would be more accurate. It would be a shame if you lost your best source of information about the magic world though. Your hands tighten on the steering wheel. You'll just have to be really convincing is all.
As you near the Dairy Queen, a sign up front advertising their latest specials, you gesture for Skunkbro to come up from the back of the car where he's been sitting. The odds are slim you'd go past the other necromancer or stop next to him at a light or something, but there's no use being reckless, anyway.
"See any wards, anything off?" You ask. You may have tipped your hand a little much asking about necromancy and a person with changing auras, but you don't think Rachel or Liana would try to lure you into some kind of trap...probably. That said, you haven't known them for very long and it's not like either of them made a great first impression. You still need to get an apology from Rachel about the whole mind-rape thing she tried to pull.
Filing that mental reminder away, you ease into the parking lot, looking around for Liana. No luck. That's a little worrying. You shoot her a quick text.
"I'm in parking lot. Where are you?" Just seconds later, you get her answer.
"Inside. I wanted a milkshake. One sec." She comes out of the building a few seconds later, blinking at the bright sunlight before lowering oversized shades over her eyes. She's dressed pretty much as you'd expect of a teenage girl in the height of summer, in short jean shorts, a tanktop, and a small purse over her shoulder. She walks up to your car window and taps on it. You shut off the car and step out.
"You said we'd be walking the rest of the way to your house?" You ask, quirking an eyebrow.
"You got it. So let's vamanos."

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Pokemon Adventure Quest
Welcome to the world of Pokemon! Last time, you gained some pretty cool companions, battled, and became a father.

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Twitter: @knight_quest

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You lay there, two ladies cuddling up to you. This is all you ever wanted. Well, not everything, but it is more than you ever thought you’d get. You feel one of them stir, and turn to find Kori looking up at you. Your eyes meet but you don’t feel that initial spine tingling feeling of a trainer. Instead, you stare into her honey colored eyes, and she stares back. A smile, a real genuine smile, crosses her lips.

“Good morning,” she says. You’ve never heard that level of affection from her. Some part of you finds it odd, but another part is excited by this prospect. You can’t help but grin like a madman. This is actually really pleasant. Is this what having a girlfriend is like?

“Morning,” you say, happily returning her greeting.

“So what’s the plan for today?” Kori asks playfully. She lazily and gently sweeps her fingernails across your bare chest – much like a massage – and you find that it is strangely pleasant. You weren’t expecting that question though. Your mind instantly wanders towards breakfast, and you think you could go for some eggs and sausage.

“Yeah Alex, what should we do?” Wait what? You turn to your other side and find Robert laying down where Katie was. Or was Katie there? You were pretty sure she was there. You start feel a familiar warmth entering your face – you’re blushing – as you realize that Robert is just as shirtless as you. Damn, dude must work out; you silently admit he doesn’t look too shabby.

“Um, well,” you start. You’re interrupted by the bedroom door opening. You see Rogers enter in his hero outfit, and you suddenly feel too exposed.

“Alex, you’re cheating on me?!” He exclaims. W-what? You turn to see Kori wearing nothing but her undergarments and Robert holding slowly kissing up your arm. Rogers looks devastated.

“I-I would never!” You say. You’re not sure why you feel so defensive but you do. Oh man, it looks like the hero is in tears. You feel shame but also confusion. Just when did you two get together?

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

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Check out Jedi Lord Quest by Darth Swag! It inspired me to make this.

3950 BBY, shortly after the defeat of the Triumvirate

A sudden resurgence of the Force encroaches upon the shattered remains of the galaxy. Although the Old Sith Wars period is history, you can't help but feel like nothing changed for the better in its resolution. Maybe it's your place of residence and its everlasting disconnect from interplanetary politics, maybe it's your own apathy towards said politics, or maybe it's just the fact that the Force continues to haunt your mind to this day. Your memories of the Force consist only of past conflict and the violence that ensued as a result, and it is for this reason that you will never know peace.

With a combination of practiced mental gymnastics, strong alcohol, and the most demanding profession you have ever known, you've managed to shake off your worst memories of the Force for good. At least you thought you did, but an inkling of the Force —so minor it may as well be a suggestion rather than a memory — still remains. With luck, you will never find out why this is.

You are Nas Rennow, or as your acquaintances know you, the Fiend. The nickname was not earned as a result of your deeds or by a distinctive aspect of your appearance, but rather by your species and its poor reputation.

You are a Devaronian, which means that you belong to a humanoid species notorious for its frightening appearance and deceptive personality. Devaronians are infamous for resembling devil figures in many major mythologies and galactic belief systems in more than just appearance. In some ways, you think you're more refined than the devil stereotype would imply, but passers-by need only look at your weapons belt to know what you're just another violent Nar Shaddaa criminal.

While an Exchange-sponsored bounty hunter by trade, your duties often encompass much more and often bleed into your personal life. You've had a sneaking suspicion for a while now that they've always thought you were more useful as an errand boy than as a bounty hunter. Fair enough, since you haven't been doing this for long.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EMMphBe36FQ

It's a windy night. You're sitting on top of a grassy hill, wind playing with your hair as you take a long, deep breath. The scent of flowers and herbs and onion grass and blood fills your nose, and you feel content. From the current hill you’re sitting on top of, this shot could look like a decent brochure for good ol' Santa Destroya. The wind rushes past you, barreling downwards to the city where the strong devour the weak. It’s a crazy struggle, making you wonder just how the fuck you survived this place. But here on this grassy knoll, it just seems to wind down…

You take one more sniff and speak a loud, "This is real nice..." the wind whistles as if accenting your sentences, knowing what will soon happen "The city lights are always so harsh, killing the stars, but here, under the moon like this... feels good, don't it?" You feel like you’re just speaking to the cameras at this point. Course this ain’t no public access shit, oh no, this network, UAATV, is exclusive. Banana republic dictators, drug lords, mob bosses, the occasional world leader, corporate heads, and of course, other assassins are the only ones with enough dough to subscribe to this exclusive program. The only people here are dead are the camera crew, you, and your opponent.

She’s a buxom beauty, DD cup you had to guess, in a Playboy Bunny outfit complete with ears and huge fucking clawed rabbit paws. The people they let into these fucking rankings. She does one of those little cute maid poses and does a heart symbol with both paws. The gap fills into a pink heart, where she lets go and jabs it onto the tip of her finger. She aims the heart at you, and lets an imaginary hammer hit the finger gun. A pink heart shaped beam shoots at you with tremendous speed, speeding at you. You barely manage to roll out of the way, the hard light construct going on for a few more yards before finally dissipating into the night.

And this bitch is only Rank 99.

>What do boyo?


>What is your name, and just how the hell are you gonna deal with this bitch?

>Whip out your trusty really rusty Beam Katana, like so many of your heroes, or wait... was it another melee weapon?

>All the other kids with the- NO SHUT UP, just whip out your six shooter and make her reach for the sky! Or wait, was it another gun? Shit, does it have accessories?

>You’ve spent years honing your psychic prowess for this moment. You’ll kill her and everyone else with a thought till you’re #1.

>Weapons are for PUSSIES, brains are for NERDS, CRUSH HER WITH YOUR MASSCLES.

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Hello, this is my first quest. Instead the usual approach of there being one character that you vote the actions of, or an evo style game, each ID gets their own character, and death is permanant. Please be a sport, don't clear your cookies for a new ID. Roll a d100 to get a character, the higher the better. I'll try to keep up as best I can, but please cut me a little slack.

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[[TAMRIEL RISK: SECOND ERA]]

All factions have one pro and one con to them, and they are listed in the following


Daggerfall,Wayrest,Orsinium: +1 spaces on Western powers (wayrest, orsinium etc), but increased chance of civil war when invading those powers.

The Reach: Disorganized, suffer -1 spaces on all turns, but less chance of rebellion

Forebears: Prone to rebellion when attacking the Crowns, but are a land power and have +1 spaces when in inland territory

Crowns: Prone to rebellion when attacking the Forebears, but are a sea power and have +1 spaces when near the coast

Hist: 0% chance of civil war or rebellion inside Black Marsh, but disorganized having -1 spaces on all attacks

Chorrol: Cuhlecain's petty colovian kingdom, later home to Tiber Septim and the Glorious Third Cyrodiilic Empire. Suffer -2 spaces on all attacks until it has full control of the imperial isle which, then, is renamed the Third Empire and has +3 spaces on all attacks.

Skingrad: A petty Colovian kingdom. Suffer -2 spaces on all attacks until it has full control of the imperial isle, which, then, is renamed into the Cyrodiilic Empire and has +2 spaces on all attacks.

Cheydinhal: A petty Nibenese kingdom. Suffer -2 spaces on all attacks until it has full control of the imperial isle, which, then, is renamed into the Cyrodiilic Empire and has +2 spaces on all attacks.

Nibennium: The last remnant of the Akaviri Potentate, this is a failed state clinging on to life. Suffer -2 spaces on all attacks, and no bonus when controlling the Imperial Isle.

Drakelowe: A petty Nibenese kingdom. Suffer -2 spaces on all attacks until it has full control of the imperial isle, which, then, is renamed into the Cyrodiilic Empire and has +2 spaces on all attacks.

Colovian Estates: A loosely united kingdom of Anvil and Kvatch. It is someone prone to civil war, but has +1 spaces when at war with another Colovian power. (Chorrol, Skingrad, or Sancre Tor.) (continued in next post.))