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You decide to tell her about the different rebel groups. "The War Hogs vary in hostility. Some of them will attack outsiders on sight. Just make sure that you don't talk about anything that would make you look like you're affiliated with the military or the far right. They tend to be more tolerant of foreigners than the Mimayiks. The Mimayiks are pretty nationalistic but there is not enough of them to make that much of a difference. What you want to be careful of is the Yhmirians. They will kill you if they even have a thought that you might not be a worshipper of Yhmir. Just keep your head and go with whatever they say. Ideally, just try to avoid them." You finish. She appears to be taking mental notes.

>clarify information on interaction with military and far right

>Get moving to the caravan

>write in

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Two years after the Great War, Germany is humbled down to ruins; businesses went bankrupt, husbands lost their jobs, and inflation became worse than ever.
>In this quest, entitled Der Krieg, you take the role of a new small party in the German Parliament. With just eight members, your goal is to expand the party and conquer all the seats of Reichstag-- before a dangerous party led by Hitler will do so.

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Archived threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=keiraquest

HOW TO PARTICPATE: Suggest for something Keira to do- every post I make, I'll give you options but you can write in to be crafty whenever you want, doesn't really matter, and roll 1d20 to see if it's the action picked or how well she does. 1's are taken into account but 20's will always cancel them out. This is basically something you see of every MS paint adventure only here and quicker.


Premise:

You are Keira, a 25 year old female Sandslash who decided that she want to do something in her life other than drinking whiskey at a bar all night and working at a dock all day. After a trip over the sea, you've ended up here in the port city of St. Valders and have met your former "colleague" and good friend, Jela, a rather charming young Sneasel who has a knack for exploring.

When we last left off, you were still talking to her:

“So what are you doing here in St. Valders?” she asks you, standing behind her stall in the rather crowded market square. You are bumped into a few times but are not fazed.

“Wanted a new life. Decided here was the best place to start.” you tell her. She looks at you for what seems to be an eternity, taking in your current appearance before asking you a question.

“So what will you do now? You could always stay with me if things don’t go right.” she gestures to the stall, piled onto with books all over.

"I was thinking of joining the Royal Guard around here. But that can change."

"Of course it can! While you decide, wanna make some coin!?" Jela asks you, giving you a sly catty smile. You know this smile, she makes this when she wants something and doesn't really want to pay for it.

"Let me guess. You want me to... 'get' something, right?"

"Heck yeah! Nothing big, just a book I'm looking to procure for myself. It's called, "Legends of the Dragons". It talks about the gods themselves and all that. I want to look at it myself. Find it, get it and 'll pay your for it!"

What will you do?

>Accept
>Reject
>Write In

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It's always raining on Gronneo Island. You fucking hate the rain.
You lie on your bumpy cot in your tiny cell in Gronneo Island Prison, trying to fall asleep through the sound of the rain pounding on the window. Suddenly, the PA crackles to life and you become wide awake.

"ss.sss...To all the prisoners, there is something loose ...ss.. the compound ..s..s.sss.. the guards. It's ..ss.ss.. escape .. s..s you can...ss...ss....."

After a moment of silence, a loud clunk sounds and all the doors are unlocked. You peer out to see the prisoners milling out of their cells confused.

What do you do?

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I'm going to try a new format of quest, no voting or random gets. Every action will take effect, though you'll have to face the consequences.

Rules:
"quotes for in game speech"
>>greentext for OOC
roll+1d10 for every action, results are at my discretion
NameFagging is encouraged, first time post what your prisoner in here for, what they do in prison, and what they want to do if they ever get out. Get a bonus to rolls for related actions, remember to mention why you get a bonus.
Also bonus for good images and write faggotry.

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Select the main character of this quest.

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Thread1: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/171101/
Thread2: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/200563/
Thread3: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/226233/

"Well... Yeah... He is my friend even if he does stupid... questionable things sometimes." You take a deep breath, hoping that Fujiko would understand you. "Fujiko... Let's try not to kill my friends okay?"

Fujiko starts to look a bit sorry. "But... But Ooji tried to have his way with me..."

"Eh? What do you mean?" From Ooji's version of the story it made it seem like he was the one that was kidnapped. The victim in all of this.

"Well... They invited me to karaoke that one day and I thought I'd go to get to know your friends better. To try and understand them..." From here the story Fujiko and Ooji tell you were the same. However it deviates after Fujiko invites Ooji inside her house. "I wanted to invite him to try and get information about you a bit more. To give you a nice surprise." She starts listing off things she wanted to get. "Like when your birthday is... What your favourite food is... What you like as a gift..." Then she looks at Ooji with disgust. "Then he tried to drug me."

"Y-You tried to drug her?!" You look at Ooji.

"He tried to make me fall asleep by putting a pill in my tea. Even after I trusted him..."

"No! Absolutely not! You have to believe me!" Ooji begs you to believe him. "She is a devil that will say anything to tempt you!"

[ ] Believe Fujiko

[ ] Believe Ooji

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=Thread 14=

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 Part 1
http://pastebin.com/eGfGW8jV 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
Text chat with me and some other players. I post up silly sketches and answer some questions related to the quest. I mostly act cheeky though.

Last Thread;
>>243079
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It takes a few moments for you to parse Cassilda's request, but when you do, you're still confused.

“I'm sorry, what?”, you ask.

“I said... How about being in charge of the monster brigade?”.

“We have a monster brigade?”.

Cassilda pauses, tightening her lips for a moment, “Well, no, not really. Not officially. We have enough members to make one, though. Unofficially. We have centaurs, we have a minotaur, we have a harpy who's already in active service... If we get an arachne and you find...”, she makes a vague gesture with her hand, “... Something...”.

You're beginning to get the gist of it, but it's still concerning that this (presumably) distinguished military officer is offering you such an important position considering your credentials. Or rather, the lack thereof. “You do realize I have zero military experience, right?”.

“That's not necessary”, she smiles brightly, pulling her ankles closer as she sits cross-legged, her fluffy tails fanning out, “Think of yourself as a community manager”.

A cold shiver runs down your spine and to the tip of your tail, and despite the heat you immediately feel goosebumps on your skin. You can't quite understand why but these two words scare you more than they have any reason to, “That's an interesting... Offer”.

“It's not an offer”, she keeps smiling, “It's what my help will cost you. You want to save your arachne friend? I can take care of that, but you'll have to do something for me. Pay back the favour. This is how”.

Bryld gives you a dubious look, her facial expression is part tense and part contorted in bewilderment. She doesn't say anything, especially not in front of Cassilda, but she is clearly sniffing something strange in all this scenario. Not that you needed any help in that, but it's still good to know that she, too, feels that something is off.

“But why a monster brigade?”, you can't help but wonder.

“Well, strictly speaking, we are not... How to put it... Fully operational”, she explains, “The colonists came way too early, it's like someone was in a hurry to re-establish a colony without the due time it would take to secure the land first. As it stands, we don't have enough personnel at hand to both protect the population and complete our conquest, and we're still too busy organizing everyone to have time to spare to coordinate adventurers and whatnot”.

She gives you a good look and smiles, “But since you have a magnetic personality and care about those... Interesting fellows, why not take advantage of it? Besides, monsters have skills that we ordinary humans don't, I'm sure they will come in handy”. She lets a few moments pass, then hops down from the table and stares up at you, hands on her hips and a confident expression. And damn, she's pretty short despite her perky ears, “So, what do you say?”.

>”I agree”.
>”I can't do that”.
>”I'll find the arachne myself”.
>”I need some time to think”.
>Other?

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Previous thread in readable form:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ihgM5JQqEToqyDOARY6qDJ7oIk9RrBTDexQbZokJBNQ/edit?usp=sharing

Archive:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/243887/

The bell rings on your alarm clock and you hastily slap your wake-up call until it stops. Rubbing your eyes and propping yourself up, you remember all the bullshit you went through last night. Let's see...

Well you got off your first shift at a garbage construction job.

You got a sub from Vinny's, and that was probably the highlight of yesterday.

You got jumped in an alleyway, and your past caught up to you. Gotta come up with the money...

Shit, you look down and remember what happened to your arm. But you also remember Poole.

Ugh, what a shitty night. You pull yourself up out of bed, aching in places you never knew ached and on the way to the bathroom you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror...

(A word on the system next...)

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Welcome to The Island. Let’s hope you last longer this time.
I’m IslandBro, and this One-shot Quest is a rogue-like, which means I fully expect you to die before making any sort of progress. Read the accompanying menu, and follow the instructions to pick the tools for your survival and the instruments of your demise. A previous visitor has already selected the crossed out options; those are still on the island, and you can find them, but they owe you nothing.
You will wake up on the Island in 30 mins with what you have brought and a metallic collar fused to your neck.
The Island is not a safe place and it’s all down to chance; for every action, roll a 2d10, the first to determine whose choice dominates, the second your success in said choice, anything above a 5 will have varying positive outcomes, 5 and below will mean failure of varying magnitudes. Three failures in a row will mean instant death.
If you die, you die; I stop the quest until I can next be bothered to summon another mortal. No second chances. No second-guessing. It’s go time.

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A low smog seems to hang in the air - through the flickering glowlights, the mist seems heavy and reflective, almost iridescent. In the gloom of the Carcerum underhive, the smog is the only protection that the dregs know. It carries the scents of distant food, hides the hivers from secret onlookers, and only occassionally irritates the skin and eyes. The four of you – Rab, Fraq, Finial, and Sen – have learned to love that mist like a distant father. Its presence was comforting.- homey, even. The mist seemed to promise an easy meal every night, but you all knew that that was a pleasant lie. The four of you trudged collectively though the mists every night, and slept through the days – better to avoid the daycrowds in a hungry year, like this one. Better to scavenge amongst the dead after one ganger shooting or another – the dead don't mind when you eat them.
You were all much smaller when you started to nightscrounge in the Broken Ends – but you four had done well so far. There was a tradition – at the end of each night's scavenging run, Finial would solemnly cross his hands into an eagle-shape and say, "Not eaten. Not stabbed. Not dead yet. A good night." And the three of you would nod silently, earnest in the prayer. The four of you were only boys, but you had seen how fast the Broken Ends can shred someone into pieces.
Tonight, only three of you had met up so far in the usual spot before the scavenging trip into the darker corners of the underhive – an unobtrusive hole in the rockcrete between two sparking glowlights. The three of you eye each other warily in the gloom while you wait for Sen to arrive.


>Who do you choose to play, /tg/? I can provide character sheets on request

>Rab, with pale skin and white hair. Ambidextrous and fastest with a knive
>Finial, with brown skin and blue eyes – the brightest of you, always thinking outside the box - or willing to crush it with his club.
>Fraq, with black skin and hair, unluckier than some, he's a great all-rounder, with a talent for improvised weaponry.

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RISK THREAD risk thread RISK THREAD

>select one of the colours
>name it
>write your bonus after your name or i won't count it
>7 players and we are ready to go

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Yuma, AZ
198X
5 years after the End

Pastebin of Threads 1-3
http://pastebin.com/0vWezvSE
Pastebin of 4 and 4.5
http://pastebin.com/XEw7bcg5

Thread 5
>>236283

You are Hank Dalton. On the last episode of The Last Grease Monkey, you:
>Killed some more road pirates, getting shot in the leg in the process
>Saw some freaky shit happen with the coyote corpses from back in Thread #3, also a dude got murdered and scalped
>Consulted Chief and found out that there's not just a Wendigo but fucking Skinwalkers
>Got some assistance from the Sheriff's Department consisting two Deputies driving a Chevy Blazer with an M60 machine gun mounted in the back.
>Also you're driving Jim's 65 Riviera right now since your left leg can't handle working a clutch right now.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m3hsCiGS9Uc

Once you hit the highway you drop the hammer. The Nailhead engine doesn't rev high like your 427 Chevy but the massive torque makes the Riviera move like a much lighter car. The Blazer gets up alongside you at around 70 mph, Deputy Hawkins honks a couple times and guns it. He gains a fender on you and keeps it there for far longer than he should as you climb to 80. At 90 you finally start to pass him, but god damn that thing is too fast for such a heavy truck.

"C'mon Black Dog," says Jim over the CB, "You're embarrassing me!"

You grin and pick your mic up. "It's your piece o' shit car, Lizard King."

Jim starts to respond but Hawkins cuts him off. "Howdy there, this is Pork Chop, we gonna keep on poontangin' around or we gonna kill us some savages?"

You settle down to a slower pace as you get into the hills. You won't have much daylight left and these fucking road pirates could be lurking around every corner. Hawkins pulls ahead, makes sense considering Garcia's firepower advantage.

"Man," says Zoe, "This car sure is comfy." She caresses her seat. "I mean these seats feel like BarcaLoungers. I could sleep in here."

You laugh. "Christ, have you never smoked pot before?"

Zoe's eyes widen. "Wait, is that what was in-"

You're interrupted by the rattle of an M60 firing up ahead. "Son of a BITCH!" shouts Hawkins. "I'm hit! Fuckin- Gurk..." Gurgling and Garcia's shouts of panic are drowned out by a new broadcast consisting of a raspy voice chanting in a tongue you've never heard but suspect to be Navajo. You shut it off.

"Hit with what?" you ask. The answer comes immediately as an arrow bounces off your hood. Another embeds itself in the windshield right in front of your face, the head looks really fucking weird. Like...bone or something. You can't see the shooter. The Blazer veers off into the left lane, overcorrects to the left, pulls off into the sand and just barely manages to stop. Jim and Chief make it through relatively unscathed.

A) Pull over, try and help Hawkins and Garcia
B) Keep going to the ranch

Roll 1d100

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Welcome to Ecliptica Quest Part 2.5: Dilemma.

New? Ecliptica Quest is the story of mage Amber Suarz and her quickly derailed search for magical discovery in the corpse of a fallen kingdom.
Sup/tg/ archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Ecliptica%20Quest
Readability-oriented archive (not updated with Part 2 yet): http://docdro.id/NJDnkaC

Character Recap: http://pastebin.com/JNJ86d4T
World Knowledge Recap: http://pastebin.com/21CcWpEq
Amber’s Spell List + Inventory: http://pastebin.com/H9AYKna2

Find me on Twitter at @QM_Eclipse for warnings on when I’ll be updating.

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I would like to know if the rest of the posters of /qst/ would agree with changing the 72 hour autosage to a 24 hour no-OP-post autosage or just with getting rid of it altogether.

Currently, the 72 hour post limit only serves to make QMs make more threads than necessary, while my solution would kill dead threads while leaving good threads to make it to bump-limit.
>But some QMs change computers!
And it's likely that they will be able to make it back to the computer they started the quest on and reset the autosage timer before the thread dies.
Any more arguments?
Who else supports this?
Mods, please do not delete this thread on account of it not being a quest. I think it is important for us to express if we would like any changes to our board.