Archived threads in /qst/ - Quests - 52. page

File: Schnee_Dust_Company_Logo.png (22KB, 800x225px) Image search: [Google]

22KB, 800x225px

Gemini Harder

Previous Thread:
>>>1670571

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

Twitter:
https://twitter.com/brother_qm

I hope that archive link works because sup.tg is still blocked for me and I had to hand copy it from my phone.

PREVIOUSLY:
Whitaker Schnee made his dynamic entry! He perfectly balanced responsibilities to his family, and especially his twin sister Weiss, with thwarting assassination attempts on his life!

Unfortunately, the road to Beacon Academy, a place the twins had been looking forward to for months, had many stumbling blocks on the path, culminating in a violent encounter with- His own sister?! How did you manage that?!

TODAY:
We take the first steps into Beacon Academy and our lives as a Huntsman!

File: Space map for Civ2.png (118KB, 1642x778px) Image search: [Google]

118KB, 1642x778px

Welcome Old and New Players Alike, to stellarisciv!
Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=stellaris
Our discord where we discuss stuff: https://discord.gg/pGzuHh

We have expanded upon our military, constructing 2 more light warships and another Justice Class destroyer.

Year 36 after the invention of the Hyper Drive
Stats:
Population: 15.913 Billion
Food: 7/10
Technology: Hyperdrive, somewhat futuristic tech compared to us now, Geothermal Fracking, Administrative AI, Biodiversity Studies, Improved Spaceport, Frontier Health, eco stimulation, quantum theory, databank uplinks, Genome mapping, Ion Thrusters, Deflectors.
Culture: Revolves around decadence, art and acting is somewhat prevalent for people to indulge in. Slaves are a big part of culture too
Government: Varied, most are democracies where non-slaves can vote while others are Kingdoms, mostly unified
Military: 3 Exploration ships, 16 Light Warships, several land armies, One BIG light warship, 2 Justice Class Destroyes
Constructions: Spaceport on all worlds except Eresa World, Advanced Colosseum, Colonial Strongholds
Resources: 6/10
Manufacturing: 7/10
Finances: 5/10
Morale and Influence: 8/10
A. Agriculture
B. Culture
C. Construction
D. Military and Navy
E. Government and Laws
F. Technology
G. SPACE EXPLORATION
H. Improve Manufacturing
I. Finances

File: SoZAphelion_Brave_New_Worlds.jpg (450KB, 1889x3178px) Image search: [Google]

450KB, 1889x3178px

You are Captain Carya Marseille-O'Hara, and you've just managed to defeat a vehicle full of armed would-be assassins without firing a single shot. Back in the day it was called a “victory by maneuvering”, where one pilot positions themselves in such a way that their victim crashes while trying to avoid being shot down. Nowadays it happens most frequently in shoal zones, where one mobile suit lures or pushes another into a debris field where the victim collides with something hard enough and heavy enough to destroy them, and it's a tactic you've used personally.

Instead, in this case you used a smoke grenade to force your pursuing driver onto the shoulder where he slammed into the crash barrier.

Then you simply blended in as best you could until you arrived at the spaceport and ditched your bullet-resistant car. You moved up through the terminal carefully, badge on full display, and eventually met with your Marines at the security checkpoint.

“Captain Bell wants to speak with you,” a Corporal reports briskly. “Says it's urgent.”

Possibly a message from fleet?

“Did she say what was happening?” you ask

The NCO shakes his head. “No ma'am, her only orders were to meet you and the gate and escort you back to her as quickly as possible.”

“Well then it must be serious,” Artesia nods in agreement. “Take us to her.”

“Ma'am?” the Corporal asks, glancing to your for guidance.

“You heard the lady,” you order. “Move like you've got a purpose, Marine.”

“Yes, ma'am!”

When you eventually reach the bridge it's apparent that your partner isn't thrilled about something, and the fact that the familiar face of a certain Police Lieutenant is up on the screen gives you a hint as to the reason.

>Thanks for the “assist”, Lieutenant. You were a real goddamn inspiration out there.
>Okay, so what the hell do you look so pissed about? WE'RE the ones who should be pissed.
>The hell's your problem? We didn't even open fire this time, though we'd have been justified.
>Other?

File: space pirate ship docking on colony world.jpg (463KB, 2500x1351px) Image search: [Google]

463KB, 2500x1351px

Rolled 61 (1d100)

Last time in cape and colony quest. Old customers come back to complain. The ship's AI finally has a meltdown. Heroic tier pirates decided they want in on the fun and your encountering cash flow difficulties on top of trying to clean up the mess you created. Problem's arise with the ship's AI and colonial celebration.

Welcome back to Cape and Colony Quest where a charisma specialized character and wannabe hero realizes he has a knack for getting into trouble. Hopefully he can prove charismatic enough to get himself out of it...

What do?
>Deal with the ship's problems
>See about those heroic pirates
>Get supplies for the pirate party
>Try to keep the pirates out of the colony
>Fuck it take part in the celebrations
>Other?

File: hivequeen QUEST.jpg (96KB, 612x783px) Image search: [Google]

96KB, 612x783px

“The Hive are still a mysterious species by all accounts, living in the Expanse along the edge of explored space, we still know nothing of their political landscape, history, or culture, and virtually nothing of their biology.” Lee and the others watch the holoscreen as it pans over closeup shots of various decorations within the Hive embassy. “What few clues we have, however, show hints to an ancient and intricate culture with roots spreading across the Expanse and beyond.”

“Those carvings are mostly skyl designs, actually.” Lee says to the others. “That and some visual representations of some ancient events and the like. I think there's a carving of me by the door. Yea! There it is!” He says as he points to the screen. He gives Sushi a quick elbow, causing his boneless mass to wobble in his seat. His eye stalks recoil for a moment.

“Excuse me for a moment. I need to use the little cephalopod's room.” He says blandly, his synthesized voice popping slightly with static as he hoists himself over the back of his seat and floats away down the hall.

“Not sure if the plumbing's been fitted for non-humans yet.” Lee says. The taidaren triplets bob their heads in quick patterns as they change their focus from the screen to Lee.

“We are not picky.”

“You can use the dumpster outside.” Lee says. “Don't think I forgot what you did to my bathroom last time.”

The pale ceph floats down the hall into the main entrance of your embassy, keeping low to the ground as workers pass by periodically. A tentacle wipes over the fine stonework of the chamber as if attempting to rub off some unseen obstruction, his eye stalks shivering as they focus on a small, ancient symbol carved into some obscure corner of the room. His voice implant makes a number of meaningless noises as it fails to translate some sudden burst of neural activity, and his eye stalks quickly reel back into his head as he rushes back to the others with a soft, sputtering sequel as his water jets attempt to function on instinct in the open air. He lands back in his seat in a tight ball of coiled tentacles, his pale skin quickly adapting the texture of the cushion beneath him.

“You alright?” Lee asks.

“Yes.” Sushi says quickly, the voice someone disrupted with static.

Welcome back to Hive Queen Quest!

>Archives http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Hive%20Queen%20Quest
>Twitter https://twitter.com/HiveQueenQuest
>Various pasta http://pastebin.com/u/QuestDrone
>FAQ ask.fm/QuestDrone
>Discussion page http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Quest_talk:Hive_Queen_Quest

File: Bullshit Quest 2 - Title Card.png (25KB, 750x750px) Image search: [Google]

25KB, 750x750px

>Long, long ago, in a time of dragons and bloodshed, there stood a lonely continent, established by simple people from distant lands. Upon their cultures, they discovered in an ancient forest a crystal of unspeakable power. They had worshiped it, vowing to do no evil in it's name, and bask in the power it gave from kindness. As such, they built a settlement around it, giving the crystal and their city 'Haven'.
>Soon, after decades of peace and prosperity, the yin to the people's yang had finally come. A band of misfits arrived from supposed nowhere. The world was unequipped for the sheer chaotic nature of their group, and after a single week, maybe two, the continent was torn to shreds.
>Disaster, however, breeds hope, and hope breeds innovation. Centuries passed, and the world began to see a new light grow in the remains of what was left. Truth turned to myth, and such error was nothing but an old man's delusion. However, there was one race that still remained more than ever.
>The dragons never forgot history, and in the wake of chaos, a war was fought between any drake in the path to power. Soon, only four Great Beings remained, split into the corners of unexplored territory. As such, they watched over humanity with keen eyes, waiting for time to end again.

>This is the story of the continent of Conquest, and a perilous group of young villagers, just 600 years later...

<<>>

>>1660250
Red aims, but the van hits a bump in the road, causing the bullet to go wayward.

>>1660251
Jack is affected by the same bump, falling over and nearly falling off the van itself.

>>1660311
Az finds himself extremely injured, as his heart is going a million miles a minute and blood is splattered just about everywhere. He looks like a Jackson Pollock easel.

>>Andrew
Andrew tries to run, but--

<<>>

>Buccaneer B kicks Red square in the face!
>(Red - 9/10)

The van begins to speed up, suddenly flying into the airship at illegal speeds! In a single, frozen moment, two bloody men and a pirate on top of a steel-coated van look up to see a middle aged man, four more pirates, and two armed pirates in black coats land directly on top of them. A moment of confusion settles in as the van rams into the other side of the ship, revealing even more road.
>Andrew has rejoined your party!
>Andrew is stunned!
>Buccaneer B is stunned!
>Buccaneer C is stunned!
>Buccaneer D is stunned!
>Buccaneer E is stunned!
>Buccaneer F is stunned!
>Gunslinger A is stunned!
>Gunslinger B is stunned!

File: 2458.png (27KB, 240x160px) Image search: [Google]

27KB, 240x160px

Become the greatest Craftknight in all Wystern! Make stuff! Kill things! Be awesome!

File: Ab879um.jpg (7MB, 2880x8640px) Image search: [Google]

7MB, 2880x8640px

Well, here we go. I've got an audiobook and a free 8-10 hours, so let's fuckin go, boys and girls. First three votes for our race and for our place, and we'll be off!

File: American Arcana Title 7.png (266KB, 2880x1920px) Image search: [Google]

266KB, 2880x1920px

>Linkbin: https://pastebin.com/Nrccskfg
>Last Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1655161/, >>1655161
>OOC Info: Mysterious Phone Call II: https://pastebin.com/WEy8FsGs

After theater comes baseball. After changing into uniform and a short period of stretching, the coach is having you do lots of laps, lots of push-ups, shuffles, the like. You almost feel like this is a strength and conditioning class rather than baseball practice.
An eternity of drills and screaming muscles later, you finally get a chance to catch your breath and pant around the cooler as everyone desperately tries to get a drink.

Martinez seems dissatified with this, wiping his brow. "When's Coach Moore going to get us to do something useful? It's already hot as hell out here, what do we need to run so much for?"

Allan is nearby, an has unscrewed the cap to his water bottle and pouring the contents into his mouth.

>>When's Coach Moore going to get us to do something useful?
>This is useful. Back to basics, all that.
>YOU may be used to Texas weather, but some of us aren't.
>I think he's trying to weed out quitters.
>Keith, pass that water bottle over here.
><Write-In>

File: 1488745443622.jpg (184KB, 1248x702px) Image search: [Google]

184KB, 1248x702px

Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Nerv%20HQ
Twitter: https://twitter.com/cegremo_hq
Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/RsZLWiRX

Nerv-Mtl is still recovering from the 9th Angel.

File: 4337675b-f31d-4b1a-b916-1f1d9dfbdbdb.jpg (77KB, 1208x654px) Image search: [Google]

77KB, 1208x654px

You are General Nathan Oman, awakened from thirty years of cyrosleep. You are the last surviving member of the Timmerman Administration, the greatest, strongest government the United States has ever voted into office. You and the rest of the military leadership, under the guidance of President Timmerman, led the country through trying times. Times it would not have survived without you.
And how did the people pay you back? After the dust settled and the crisis passed? By handing President Timmerman and the military command over to an international court. They were all sentenced for crimes against humanity. They were all hanged.
Except, that is, for you and several other generals. You went into hiding. You all swore that in thirty years times you would return and exact vengeance on the world for the death of your nation.

>Last Time, on My Father's Country >>1661977
You awoke and found yourself to be the only US general to survive the cyro process.
You discovered the Lazurus Project inside your secret base, and have cloned your friend from the CIA, Jake Malone, twice.
You've made contact with patriot militias in Virginia and Carolina , giving you around eighty soldiers.
You've raided two ex-pentagon bases, seizing a drone fleet and a cybernetic warefare program
You raided a nearby town in Appalachia, getting more synthetic organics for your 3D printer.
You've drawn the attention of the Virginia, Carolina, Interpol and Chinese authorities. They know something's up, but have they truly grasped what your ambitions are?

File: Tublat.png (384KB, 1116x1556px) Image search: [Google]

384KB, 1116x1556px

Second attempt doing this thread >>1653508

This time also for one if necessary.

You are Tublat, the shaman of your village which is threatened by a foreign army and has thus decided to leave its ancestral homeland.

After meeting back up with the tribe close to their destination, the village of bluestream, you met up with the warriors of the tribe that had hitherto been lost in the forest, fleeing from the foreign army. They also confirmed your suspicions of the death of the chieftan.

You decided to commune with the spirits, and to ask them to somehow arrange a meeting with the foreigners you see in your visions to be a wolf with a thousand teeth.


threads so far:
Tublat:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1554706/
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1574649/
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1593056/

Charley:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1620344/
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1635403/

File: The_Throne_of_the_Horned_King.jpg (35KB, 450x530px) Image search: [Google]

35KB, 450x530px

Rolled 1 (1d5)

You are Royce of the line of Grimuald, a lineage steeped in black magic and tyranny, last living descendant of the Horned King. The time is right to reveal your legendary bloodlines survival after a hundred years in exile, for the Emperor is mad: every day more capricious, more erratic, more unstable, favorites beheaded and fools put in charge of an empire slowly falling into chaos while being anywhere in the All-Sovereigns line of sight becomes increasingly hazardous to health and livelihood. You have an appointment to see him in ten minutes.

You check yourself over as you prepare to make your entrance, listening with one ear to the enraged ranting of the Prime Royal at his current appointment, hoping that he doesn't simply cancel this rare "working day" and retreat to the harem wing again. Finally your time has come after a lifetime in hiding and moving from town to town, surviving as...

>[Pick Two, or sacrifice a Fate Point and pick three]

>A Sorcerer

An illegal occupation, but a family tradition. Secretly practicing with what little magic you have left in your veins and learning to control your inheritance.

>A Knight

A free rider, overcoming the fear of sorcerers that all horses have and mastering the saddle as few sorcerers ever do. Only mediocre in straight battle, your reputation is for cunning and good fortune.

>A Man-At-Arms

A sellsword, and a good one with a flare for dirty fighting. You've had success leading small mercenary units with clever tactics and quick decision-making, gaining a feel for the ebb and flow of battle and using abhuman soldiers to great effect.

>A Freeman

Farmer, hunter, and eventually skilled blacksmith: turning your back on your heritage and learning to control the family insanity in pursuit of a normal life. Fate was not so kind to your ambitions.

>A scholar.

Steeped in ancient lore. Your knowledge covers a little of most every topic, but your practical skills are in engineering with a specialization in fortress design and your esoteric learning in history with a specialty in magic and monsters.

>An Alchemist

One of the few branches of magic legal throughout the Empire, you have turned to it as an outlet to practice and become an acclaimed, though never quite accepted and always suspected, alchemist.

>A Trader

As with the family magic the dynasties treasure was spent freely by mad kings, but from the remnants you built a new life. Your caravans turn profits from odd routes and work closely with the abhumans many cities shun.

>Cast Ye Votes

File: Screen Shot 2017-07-17 at 12.28.29 PM.png (1MB, 1624x1318px) Image search: [Google]

1MB, 1624x1318px

Welcome to Roller Coaster Tycoon Quest, a collaborative game where you and a bunch of other people on a Taiwanese Basket Weaving image board will attempt to run a successful theme park, with a mixture of committee design and absolute chaos.

Here is how this will work.

1. Updates will be done on a month by month basis (in game months, obviously). In between updates, you can suggest any action you want - building scenery, building a specific kind of ride or stall, etc. An update will be composed of two or more posts - a "Stop" post, where no more input will be accepted, and an "Update" post, where the results of the actions will be displayed.
2. "Agreement" - The more people who agree with you, the higher on the list your actions will be in terms of priority. If two separate people would like to build rides, and we only have enough money for one ride, the person who has the more agreements, concurs, second's, etc., will be prioritized. On ties, it will be determined by the GM.
3. "Vetoing" - Before any "Stop" update is made, you may begin a veto against another person's suggestion. However, in order to successfully veto an action, you must gather a consensus of vetos - 2 other unique IDs (3 total) OR the amount of "Agree" votes the idea has, must be made in vetos, whichever is larger, to successfully cancel the idea. I'm bad at articulating myself but I hope this makes sense.
4. "Requests for Information" - At any time, you may request any information you feel is pertinent, such as research progress, financial charts, guest thoughts, etc., and it will be delivered. This action requires no votes.

If that all makes sense, we will begin shortly. Feel free to post, chatter, claim unique IDs or names, while we negotiate construction rights with the owners of the plot of land designated "Forest Frontiers".

Thank you.

File: star vs quest soon.jpg (124KB, 1138x951px) Image search: [Google]

124KB, 1138x951px

Soon.