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Anon focused on his Coffee, trying to avoid eye contact with the beings at the table with him, he had ordered a simple black Coffee, Buddha had ordered a Chai, Satan had ordered earl gray tea with Lemon, and God had ordered Coffee with creme and sugar.
Satan decided to break the silence
>So, God, anything new with you?
he said, taking a sip of his tea, God nodded
"yeah, I was actually thinking of the second-"
he was interrupted by the Cafe door opening, Anon looked over and saw two figures holding hands hover into the cafe.
fucking superman and Goku
"SO, what brings you two here?" said Buddha, smiling jolly-like
"oh, were just on our honey moon" replied superman, Goku started to giggle,
thoughts that went through anons mind were:
>fucking faggots
and
>who that behind him?
behind them stood a man, a man that could beat chick Norris, God, Satan, and Hitlers mustache all in one
>mother fucking day-man

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You are Alexandre Cazal, leader of the Order of Solcae, ordained by the King of Adderlund to protect the realm from the everpresent demon threat that haunts the land.

Last time, you captured a castle, saved some mutilated girls, killed some criminals, and announce your decision to embark on a quest! Lets see how Sir Cazal bears with the challenges that await him now!

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You're in jail, wat do?

But, you deserve to be in jail, you killed 3 people in a rampage after they killed your dog, people may call it justice, but the way you killed them were not very merciful.

You're going to stay in this cell for 3 months, and your goal is to not extend your sentence, so, wat do?

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just want to see who will win.

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Previous thread:
>>236512
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive
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Please take the time to read through all four threads (the links to the third, second, and first are in the archive) 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)

Last time, on Oh-no-suball Z,
>We're actually doing puzzles and shit aren't we
>"YUP."
>Well, at the very least we're not fighting anythi--god damnit.
>"The fuck is this dildo snake?"
engnyangyangyangyangyan LET ME TOUCH YOUR SKIN
>Gross
--and then you beat the bosses--

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Welcome to the world of Pokemon! Last time, you passed your trainer registration exam with flying colors and finally become a trainer.

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

Character Sheet: *PENDING*
Pokemon Sheet: *PENDING*
Companion Sheet: Nonexistent
Item Sheet: In Progress…

Currently, we are voting on the MC’s name. If any drawfag would like to take a stab at drawing him that would very much be appreciated. I want at least 2 anons to agree on a name before we continue, and here are the options:
>Johnathon Creek
>Augustin Dupin
>Peter Gunn
>Thomas Magnum
>Henry Dresden
>Malcolm Morrison
>Alexander Greyson
>Gavin Gilsung

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Under the leadership of our proud Sarsalmat Sarigal, our forces head for Mali.

The Malinese forces try to oppose us, but the mere sight of our troops has frightened them into surrender.
Most of them commit suicide, as they firmly believe our people to be the servants of Shaytan.
Though few of them gather all of their courage and fight us against all odds, exactly because of this.
Admirable as these honorable warriors' sacrifice may be, it was a wasted effort.

In this Society of so called "Muslims" we find little no to collaborators whom we could ask for directions or use as translators for negotiations, and almost all of the few people we find willing to work with us, are vile, cowardly, criminals, or a combination thereof.

However, the absence of senseless slaughter, raping and pillaging, that they were expecting of us, has made the locals in the conquered parts question their faith.
Why would the Devil conquer them, if not to kill and torture them?
Why would his minions treat them like equals?
Why would they - even if only to pretend - be kind toward them?

These questions have lead a small group of them to seek conversion to our Faith.
The Priests we brought to oversee the daily prayer, were glad to tell them the message of the one true God - Sarilu - our Emperor in Heaven, who has tasked Humanity to share our light with the Barbarians and make them Human, for only Sarilu can grant a beast Humanity.

Thanks to the converts we managed to get something of a translator.
He didn't quite speak our language, but was a Scholar who studied the Median language.
Even though their dialect is out-dated and hardly intelligible to us, we managed to communicate thanks to it, as our Priests still hold ceremonies in ancient Annunaki.

With his help, we looted many libraries, in search of historical records, in an attempt to learn more about the events of the Old world, after our department to the New one.

We learn some interesting things, but all of them are way too recent for us to be of any historical value.
However, they are just recent enough that we can gain some information on the political structure of nearby barbarian kingdoms.

Times sure have changed a lot.
Our cartographers only have access to ancient maps Karna's expedition had with them, which makes our knowledge of the world very limited.

After a mere 2 months, Mali has fallen under our control.
We're establishing a provisional governing system, to ensure some kind of stability in the new provinces, as the Sarsalmat and his troops are still on the move.

We're heading for Almohad next.
What are we going to do?

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risk game
5 prople and ready to go

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"-aaand now I'm here" You say.

Fran sits for a moment in silence, her expression unreadable.

"That was it" You say.
"I know..." She says. "I'm not sure whether I should be scolding you for being reckless, or praising you for pulling any of that off"

"What does reckless mean?" You ask.
"When you're being reckless, it means that you're doing something without caring about the danger or the consequences" Fran says.

"I don't think I was being reckless" You say.
"Oh?" Fran asks.
"I knew it was dangerous... but I think that things would have been worse if I had stayed in the bush" You say.

Fran sighs, and reaches over to ruffle your hair. "Well, I'm glad you're still in one piece-" She says.
"Me too!" Lily says.
"M-me three" Daisy says.
"-but... try to be more careful"
"I make no promises" You say. "I told Emi I'd be careful, and look what happened"

"Just don't die" Fran says.
"I haven't yet" You reply.
"That is not as comforting of a statement as you might think..." Fran says.

knock knock knock

"Door's open" Fran says.

The metal door creaks open, revealing someone's legs.

"Hey, is Yuu in he- wow" You hear Madelaine say. The legs must belong to her. She confirms this by peering under the blanket fort. "Hey, they told me you'd be down here"

Madelaine crouches to get under the blankets, and you notice that she's carrying your spear...

...

You forgot the spear up on the deck...

>What's the password?

>They told me they'd tell you I was down here

>Thank her for bringing your spear

>Ask about your other stuff

>other

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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.

After spending dinner with Svekkan royalty and a few other of your acquaintances, you decided to walk Esyllt back to her home. The streets of Aurwain aren't too dangerous at the moment, but you can't take any chances. Things are bound to get a little underhanded soon, even if the first person to draw daggers and stab someone in the back might very well be you.

"Thank you for the invitation, your highness," Esyllt says. "It wasn't as profitable as I expected, but it was still quite enjoyable."

"As my mother and my advisor like to remind me, socializing is also part of work," you say. "It's important to find and maintain contacts. The entertainment is just an added incentive."

"That's how I usually treat these things as well," Esyllt says, "although I haven't gotten very many invitations for the Crown Prince's wedding. Ceri's position is still quite low, so we're having difficulty meeting with the nobility."

That's definitely something you can help her with, if you choose to put your mind to it.

>[Sovereign/1d10] "I can tell the nobility that you're someone worth knowing."
>[Dilettante/1d10] "You could always join me whenever you have some time. I have quite the list of parties to attend."
>"I'm certain you'll manage."

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Cont: >>260292

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Curious and new OP here. Just going to test how this works with a jab of my own.


You feel numb and terribly hazy. Like a hangover and a dream meshed into one. You dont see anything in the deep black. Maybe because your eyes are closed. You couldnt care less, however, as you are still struggling for your conciousness.

>Write in (make it minimalistic, given your state)

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You are a man by the name of Vevuk, a witcher and general mercenary by trade. As a witcher, your job as well as your sole purpose in life is to track and kill the monsters that threaten humanity. It is a thankless job, and you are often shunned by the community as a mutant and a freak due to the augmentations you went through as a child to become a witcher. You are resting under a tree on a lone hill surrounded by a seemingly endless sea of grass.

To the north the plains stretch on to lands unknown to you.

To the south you see what might be a river, but at this distance you cannot be sure.

To the east lies the Gildegreen Forest, rife with evergreens and brimming with life. You can smell the bitter scent of pine needles from where you sit.

To the west lies the ocean. You can see several galleons in the distance flying, all of them flying the red flag of Redania.

You carry nothing but two swords(one steel, one silver), a coin purse, some alchemical ingredients, and provisions that might last you a few more days. What do you do, and where do you go?

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Previous Thread: >>247501
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A quick recap of everything that has happened so far:

You are Ashy Jenkem, and found yourself in the middle of a desert beach, possessing little more than a few tendies and a desire to collect rare Pepes. Dora the Explorer led you to her father’s house, where you received a mission to deal with a gang harassing locals in exchange for his rare Pepe heirloom. You bashed a few skulls, made some money, upgraded your magical abilities, and cut a few corners in dealing with the father’s problem. He showed you his rare Pepe and when he discovered that you lied to him, he got angry with you. In retaliation, you killed his only daughter who is currently lying cozily in your backpack, so now you have an enraged father and equally angry and violent gang members wanting you dead.

Where do you go now?

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INSTANCE

The Year is 2048. 28 years ago, the Gyrra of the Aurelian Empire made first contact with the Humans of Earth and annexed them as its 12th Province. Since then, human development has jumped exponentially, with Human and Gyrran knowledge coming together to create new advances in both races’ medical, cultural, and scientific technology.

All is not well, though. The regions of Earth worst affected by the decades-passed invasion cry out at a callous Imperial bureaucracy that’s unwilling to offer help and instead find their aid with radical Independence movements that waver over the brink of violence with each passing day.

You are a young human born under the Aureli banner, ignorant to the world before their presence, all its joys and woes alike. Your high education is just beginning, but there are far greater endeavors you are about to embark on. As you begin your adventure, you will start to weigh the benefits of being a citizen in an ever-expanding interstellar empire, and you shall find both races in every institution tug at your allegiance. Be wary along the way, the choices you make will ripple across the Empire.

Before all that though, XX or XY?