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Quick you have ten(10) minutes to save the Princess from the T-rex.

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Nothing exists, you must build the most basic blocks of existence - or don't. Nothing matters, yet. You are just a strand of thought, for now.

So what do you do?

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Important Mission Notes: You and your crew of 5 were just sent on a mission to get supplies for your small home planet of Sygan-428.
In order to have a successful mission, you were given an E-Class Cruiser Type ship, of which you may name whatever your heart desires.
You were also given 50,000 Credits (for purchase of the mission objective), however you were also given 2,000 Credits to be spent at your leisure, and will be given 150,000 Credits upon successful completion of your mission.

Now tell me, Captain. What will be the name of your Vessel?

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OOOH SHIT ZOMBIES!!!

Welcome to Zompocalpyse! An RPG with building/managing aspects where you, the player, create your character and lead your people through these trying times!

Firstly, where are you based (roll 1d100)

1-25= New York City (face it, being in urban areas suck)
26-50=Somewhere in New England (less crowded than NYC but still populous enough to cause troubles)
51-75=Somewhere in the South (more farms, living space, unlooted towns etc)
76-100= Somewhere desolate (a practically complete safe area with food and supplies aplenty)

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A heavy pounding on your door jerks you out of your sleep, heart thudding in your chest.
"Michael, Mom says to come downstairs and eat breakfast at a reasonable hour. There's bacon!" Mia's voice carries well through the thin door, and you can hear the barely-hidden satisfaction at getting to wake you up early on a Saturday. When you don't answer right away, she knocks again, even louder than before.
"Yeah, I heard you! Don't need to break my door!" You can hear Mia laugh and head downstairs, no doubt excited for a whole day at tennis camp. You personally don't get the excitement behind wacking a ball back and forth across a court all day, but hey, you're probably not a good sample. After all, you're the kind of guy who performs dark ceremonies in his basement in the dead of night on roadkill.
That's when it hits you. Everything had seemed so normal, you'd almost forgot about it, but the baggie labeled "SKUNKBRO" is still sitting in the drawer of your nightstand, confirming every crazy thing that happened...unless you're just going nuts. Not likely, considering how real everything felt, and how sane you currently feel. You still have a hard time accepting it though, in the face of such overwhelming normality. In any case, it's time to go downstairs.
A pair of cargo shorts and a t-shirt later, you're heading down to the kitchen. Your Dad's frying an egg while your mom sprinkles sugar on a grapefruit and your sister shovels down some cornflakes. You snag a crispy piece of bacon off the table and spread jam on some swiftly-made toast. You're starving. Guess violating the sanctity of a skunk's soul really takes it out of you.
"You see this story about the walking corpse?" Your dad asks, gesturing to the newspaper on the counter. He's a middle-aged man, but still vigorous, with not too much grey in his dark hair or his well-trimmed beard. He still beats you occasionally when the two of you shoot hoops in the driveway, though less often than he used to.
"Yeah, David sent a link to some news story about it to me a while ago. I thought that was a few months ago, though? Why's it in the paper now?" you ask through a mouthful of toast, spraying a few crumbs in your sister's direction.
"Another one happened. Second in as many months! I hope they clear it up soon, or we're gonna be known as the zombie town. The tourists will be awful." He adds this last bit with a little chuckle, sliding his egg out of the pan and onto a plate.
Another body getting up off the slab and just walking out of a morgue? No way that's natural. And considering what you learned about the nature of death last night, it certainly suggests some very disturbing things.
"The paper say where it happened?" You ask innocently, trying to sound only vaguely curious.
"Yeah, St. Marciana's, just downtown. They've caught a lot of flak over it, some people are saying they're just letting body snatchers walk right in."
Somehow you doubt that's the real issue.

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Welcome to The Lost Island Quest. Last thread our hero, Alan Rodain, reunited old friends, helped his girlfriend process recent events and was reminded his birthday is coming up soon. Now, he answers the deep philosophical question about what material gift he wishes to receive in celebration of the event.


http://pastebin.com/W5vqnRBU (Character Sheet)
http://pastebin.com/3LPDLd9u (NPCs)

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=lost+island
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Lost%20Island

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"Pick a card, any card!" Edition

The Tales of Jack Chitin is a fantasy adventure with a good amount of gallows humor. The quest includes: custom art, light tabletop combat scenes and an emphasis on lore and world building.

Chapter summary pictures
Want to catch up with the story, but don't like reading a lot of dialogue? The chapter summaries contain key scenes with a short description.
WARNING: Plot spoilers though
Chapter 1
http://i.imgur.com/3mY3ac5.png
Chapter 2
http://i.imgur.com/ey5XApB.png
Chapter 3
Still ongoing!

Archive
Want the full experience? Find all the posts so far here in chronological order:
http://grubadventures.tumblr.com/chapterlist

Twitter
https://twitter.com/grubadventures

Last thread
>>234149


Sit back, relax, the adventure continues momentarily!

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Let's continue

Story so far:
http://lom678.deviantart.com/gallery/50973296/NotQuesty-s-Quest?offset=264

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Previous Thread: >>237837
Archive (courtesy of an awesome anon): http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html
GDocs page: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1xdcq_CZowSVEdwCBechSkG96l_9n1H-wOGBGbCLZBKg/edit?usp=sharing
Twitter (though I keep forgetting to use it): @Opiestuckinrpg

Summary:
You are Peter Hornberg. You entered a Virtual Reality game called ‘Legends of Zeltanna’ from which you are now trying to escape (kind of).
So far you’ve:
Become a Wizard
Encountered a dragon
Escaped a dragon
Found a town troubled by a dragon
Left a town troubled by a dragon
Killed some baby gatorants
Met a nigger elephant man
Sold carapace dust/cocaine to nigger elephant man
Met a ranger named Lelogas
Befriended a ranger named Lelogas
Grinded at Gatorant Hill
Met a pretty rogue named Robin
Got robbed by a pretty rogue named Robin
Got hired by Robin to help steal Lelogas’s bow
Found out Robin is Lelogas’s ex
Met a dwarf blacksmith
Had dwarf blacksmith make carapace boots
Saw a fight between swordsmen
Helped the loser of a swordfight
Met a cleric named John Preston
Befriended a cleric named John Preston
Added a cleric named John Preston to your party
Became suspicious that John is a faggot
Ignored suspicions that John is a faggot
Rode a giant yellow grasshopper
Met the nigger elephant man again
Borrowed some books from nigger elephant man
Read a book
Learned new rituals
Went to Owlwasp Hive
Left Owlwasp Hive
Went to Isten Prison
Almost died
Killed some skeletons
Killed some ghouls
Leveled up
Fought a boss battle against a death knight
Killed a death knight with cunning
Broke the fucking game with insane level ups
Got some treasure
Tried to kill a Lich
Fell down stairs
Almost died
Learned about John’s life
Bought tickets to Dorter Magic City
Read an autobiography
Researched a new ritual
Met Brainy314
Found out death is not death
Arrived at Dorter Magic City

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Welcome to Earth 2016: Maruk
This is an evo game where you, the anons, control the evolution of a little life form called the Maruk.
Now then, the setting.

It is the year 2016 A.D. on the planet Earth, and a small asteroid plummets towards a forest in northern Ontario, going mostly unnoticed by the world.
The asteroid impacts the surface and what was left of it creates a crater a few meters across, which fills with nutrient rich water.
Inside the meteor fragments, the long dormant Maruk awaken.
The Maruk is a multi cellular entity that feeds on sunlight through a process similar to photosynthesis and takes in the necessary nutrients by filtering them
through it's membrane, waste is removed by expelling it through the membrane.
An individual Maruk is approximately 7 mm across at full maturity, and it reproduces by packing a bunch of nutrients and such into a small growth, which
then shoots out spores that develop into new Maruk.

As always, feel free to redesign the life form, and even if your Paint skills aren't that great, don't be afraid to contribute.
Also, please reply to the post that you are evolving.
Alright, enough rambling, have fun!

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You are a North Korean soldier assigned at the 38th parallel north border of the two Koreas. For your whole life, you sincerely looked up to Kim Jong-un like a god-- a provider and a loving leader, never letting his people go hungry for even a single moment.

Not until you watched THE INTERVIEW, an American-made movie satirizing your beloved leader. Of course, at first you thought this is a propaganda material of North Korea's long-sworn enemy, but something tells you that this must be true...

Will you follow your instincts and stage a coup in NK?

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We have awoken in the mountains from a slumber.

Our vague recent backstory:
We lived in BC, a typical college freshman girl's life, seeing guys, first year living alone, etc. The last thing we remember is after a night of hardcore partying, we blacked out as we walked toward our dorm.

We woke up here, with survival supplies, no money, and our panties soiled beyond belief.
At least we still look attractive, but we're alone. We have our favorite clothes on too, a gray beanie, Green coat, Blue and gray tee, Jeans, and some Vans. Besides the details of how we look, let's focus on our environment.

It's clear we're still in the northwest, but we don't have reception even though we see a tower 10 mi (15 km) away. So we're south of the border. It's also partly cloudy, we're in a meadow, and we can see a snow capped mountain in the distance.
Time: 1:27PM
Temp: Slightly colder than spring weather
Weather: Mostly sunny, no wind, but wet.

Also an issue with the first thread is that I am mobilefagging so give me 10-20 minutes an update at most. My WPM is shit

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You are a golden retriever. You don't have a gun.

>What do you do?

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The planet before you shimmers, its atmosphere glowing by the light of it sun. It is truly a gem of a planet, and finding it is truly the first stroke of luck you, or your crew, has had in many, many years. You must make preparations – and you will – but the feeling of dread which has haunted you since that fateful day has finally began to diminish. You process these emotions while your ship continues to coast its way to your destination.

Who are you?

>[Military Officer] Cut off from your fleet and surrounded by enemies, your exotic matter was jettisoned and exploded in a desperate but successful attempt to destroy your pursuers. Your scanners picked up signs of life and you've spent the past millennium approaching it at subluminal speed. At last you've arrived. (-No FTL travel, LOTS of weapons of mass destruction though. Medium sized [20] crew )
>[Reckless Explorer] Your people have always seen themselves as the only life this universe has to offer, and this opinion is held with a mix of pride and sadness. That all changed overnight. A probe from the hundreds of thousands of years ago, when your race still had optimism and hadn't yet discovered cynicism, has miraculously returned with the a simple message: LIFE DISCOVERED. Nihilism is a hell of a thing, and most didn't care. You did. A lot.
(-FTL travel, no weapons, no crew besides your two best friends. Ship is stolen, you might be pursued.)
>[Zealous Clergy] All sapient life must kneel before the All consuming Zorg'tharliam, give thanks to His Glorious Consort Zar'tera, and worship His pantheon. Those who refuse shall be brought to their knees, the words of thanks pulled forth from their lips, and worship languished from them. This planet holds them, the ones who do not know, cannot know, of His glory. This will change.
(-FTL travel, moderate amount of weapons. Large [100] crew that is devoted to you.)

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You awake on the beach of a strange land, armed with only a pick-hammer, a sword, and a hoe. It is dark and rainy. The moon is on the western Horizon.