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"....torzhestvu Kommunizma vedyot!"
You sing out the final bar of the anthem and you feel exhausted. You've just turned 18 and have graduated from your local school. You sit back at your desk and stare at the form in front of you. Local governments have been using these sheets for easy categorization of the young workforce. You pick up your pencil and begin to write...

>And here begins chargen. I want this to be as anon-driven as possible. Write a biography! Go into some detail. The best bios will be merged into one and used for our character!

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Bullets whiz over your head as you push your back up against the small bit of cover. The girl next to you blind fires a pistol over the wall. "Shit," you think to yourself, "this is a tough situation." You squeeze the grip of the rifle in your hands and take a deep breath. "Alright, let's figure this out."

You peek over the wall, looking at the bandits' location. You see that they have a truck that they have a light machine gun mounted on. Two other bandits are taking turns firing from rubble around the sides of the truck. You see to your left is a building with some windows which you might be able to use to flank the bandits. However, you might also be able to use a grenade to either destroy the truck or scatter the bandits in cover.

>Run into the building on the left. It's dark enought that they might not see me go in. I can use the windows to take out the gunner on the truck and possibly one of the bandits in cover.
>Use a grenade. I have 4 more if I use one. I can probably get one later if I do use one.
>Write in

(This is my first Quest so be honest with me please. Forgive any mistakes I make early on. I will post equipment list if requested)

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An OZ based prison rpg. You are the prisoners, I am the Warden. Name and Crime? (After 4 prisoners have been register the scenario will begin)

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You're the last Unicorn, the last of your kind. You've been locked away. For what purpose? you don't know. You fear what one might want with a majestic rarity such as yourself. You fear what will happen if you don't escape.

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The Yellow Scarves begin to march against the Imperial forces. In this time of war, Zheng Li has chosen to side with neither the rebels nor the Imperial Han forces, instead creating a small band of young volunteer soldiers. The noble Hao Xian and the warrior Yang Jing join his cause. Having defeated a bandit force around the area of Xuchang, Zheng Li rests his men at a nearby village.

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Character info: http://pastebin.com/yDvYKdAk
twitter: https://twitter.com/

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You are a Jedi anon, and you need to hunt down Dark force users. You ran into a female Twi'lek with a double-blade lightsaber. What do?

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It is the year 1851 AUC (1097 AD), ten years after the Great Charter brought the separate peoples of Italy into a single federation. You are Crassius Curio, a Roman Senator elected by one of the three assemblies of the city of Roma; you now make up a part of the ruling body of the Federation. In the last day you have attended your first Senate meeting, gave an excellent oration, and helped pass the relatio of Senator Tiberius. Your early success has endeared you in the eyes of Tiberius’ faction, and brought the attention of many others, thus plunging you deep within the politics of the Senate. There is now a span of six days before the Princeps Senatus calls the next meeting of the Senate, with which you have decided to do a number of things.

Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/8cd9USXw
Senate Sheet: http://pastebin.com/RnFdJWAk
Last Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Senate%20Quest

The beginning of today’s session is going to be very heavy on resolving the activities you decided to do between sessions of the Senate. I’m not sure if this will be the usual way that threads will go, so be aware that this is something of a pilot test.

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I have a very large collection of Munchkin (base set backs only) and today we're going to go on an adventure with them!

In a generic fantasy land filled with silly monsters and dungeons, you have set yourself upon a path to defeat the evil boss monster! You must get to level 20 and save the world! Along the way you'll kill monsters, loot their bodies, explore dungeons and more!

Right now you are a level 1 nobody with no class (get it?)

First thing's first: are you a boy or a girl?

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On a far off planet lay you: a being that is able to evolve any creature!

The planet you inhabit is a swamp land, covered in muddy, feet deep water. As far as the eye can see, mangrove-like trees dot the land. Any land there is is basically just small muddy islands. On this quest, you will evolve the four creatures in the picture.

RULES:

>Take an existing creature and add a small and semi-realistic mutation to it (spikes, feathers, longer tail, etc.) using whatever program you have. Post it in the thread and give a small description about what you changed.
>To make things interesting, there will be extinction events taking place. Take a creature and add a mutation that will make them survive the event. Example: higher waters, make them better swimmers.
>Modify a creature that wasn't last modified by you. This can be excused if the creature is about to go extinct, someone else mutated it, or it hasn't been updated in 3-4 hours.
>Don't add complex features; work up to them. If you want to add wings, make an extra appendage, then add feathers, and so on.
>Make it somewhat realistic. Don't add telepathy or laser eyes, add feet or jaws.
>Don't take away mutations.

Have fun!

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You're sitting on a simple wooden chair in the wooden house you call home. Since your parents died, you inherited the house and a small but comfortable amount of money. Being interested in a life of adventure, you have decided to make a living in the daring and dangerous business of treasure hunting. Through collecting and comparing the stories and rumours of travellers and voyaging tradesmen, you have made a visually crude map detailing the nearby lands which drain into the two rivers, the Perch River, that flows through them to the Carp's Mouth bay. This map is now laid on your table as you examine it. Where are you on this again?

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Currently: Deciding on the name of our village, the location of the village and the name of the tribe. Please keep the names serious and if possible, either Celtic or Anglo-Saxon. After either 10 votes, I will choose the best. If you get dubs or higher, your choices are automatically chosen. Trips override dubs and so on.

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After finishing you delicious cup of coffee, enjoying your day off, you hear a knock at the door.

Slightly annoyed you look out through the window and see two strange looking characters, they're both wearing black suits and black sunglasses.

Curious, you open the door and the man on the right says, "Are you Ted Williamson?" What do you do?

First person to reply is the protagonist, they may take suggestions from others.

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Her house is just a short walk from the bus stop.

You haven't left the city in four years. There was, in your mind, no reason to return to your hometown.

Your parents had a messy divorce while you were still in middle school. Dad used to come back every other weekend, and the two of you would play catch on the beach, wordlessly tossing a ball back and forth while the sun made its slow, lazy ascent into turquoise sky. As the years passed, he visited less and less frequently.

So be it.

Your mom ran away with another man, leaving you to live with your aunt and uncle. They were kind, gentle, responsible people who, without complaint, took you in like their own son. They had one daughter, Rie.

She was a year older than you. If the two of you stood next to each other, a passerby might mistake you for siblings: the same dark hair, and gentle, round eyes. Her personality eclipsed yours, though. She was energetic, personable, and responsible, doing her best to guide you through adolescence as a sister. You sensed that your withdrawn, quiet disposition and inability to make friends pained her. But you were living the best you could.

You applied to universities on the other side of the country. You were never the best student, but you studied hard for exams and managed to do fairly well.

Eventually, you enrolled in fairly prestigious university's literature program, hoping to become a journalist or critic. You moved to the other side of country—six hours by train, followed by a long bus ride. As the years passed, you gradually grew into a man, working part-time and even finding a girlfriend:

> The shy, kind music major and aspiring composer
> The cute, tomboyish, and incredibly short soccer team-captain
> The brilliant, elegant, occasionally absent-minded writer

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Twitter: @BeleagueredQM
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Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Beleaguered%20Prince%20Quest

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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.

You wake up alone for the first time in… a couple of days, actually. It still feels strangely lonely, as if waking up next to Olwen has become normal for you already.

Or maybe you're just waxing philosophical because you don't feel like getting out of bed yet. Sadly, the decision is taken out of your hands when Myrddin comes pounding on your door.

"Your highness! The delegation just arrived at the port!"

"Which one? We're waiting for six of them."

"It's the Vitland ship," Myrddin says. "The Queen has returned."

"I'll be right out."

You leap out of bed and change into the first set of clean clothes you get your hands on. You're still straightening yourself out when you rush out of the room. Myrddin struggles to keep up with your pace.

"I thought they were going to make port at Mynydffern first," you say. "Did something happen?"

"There haven't been any messengers from the port aside from my people," Myrddin says. "She probably just wanted to save herself the carriage ride."

Prince Haul, as the Crown Prince, was mostly raised by your father, while Princess Nesta always idolized your brother. When you were born, Queen Margrete decided to become more involved with your upbringing to make sure you weren't unduly influenced by some of your fathers "eccentricities." Since you were only the second prince, no one complained.

Shortly after you became more involved with the affairs of the kingdom, she decided to return to Vitland to look after your aging grandfather. You haven't seen her in years; the trip across the western ocean isn't that far for merchants, but it's too long for personal travel.

>"Get a carriage. We'll go pick her up."
>"Let the palace know. We'll greet her when she arrives."
>"Can you find us a quiet place? I'd like to talk with her before she announces her arrival."

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You are Peter Hornberg and it's a Friday afternoon. School was shitty; it's always been shitty. For a young boy of 16 with acne and weak limbs, school is a nightmare which offers nothing in the way of safety or solace. But you are not at school now. A note on the fridge from your mom tells you she will be late again and that food is in the fridge. You leave it there. You aren't hungry.

You pull out an ice-pack and put it on your eye, wincing from the cold. Bullies are a problem at school. Mostly your problem. But, rejoice! For the weekend is here.

You head up to your room. There's a package at the foot of your door. Your mom must've have put it there.

Legends of Zeltanna

You don't remember ordering anything by that name. You pick up the package and enter your room. You put the ice pack aside and cut open the package. Inside is something that looks like a motorcycle helmet. There is also a note, it reads:


To: Peter Hornberg
From: ViR corp.

Congratulations! You've been randomly chosen to beta-test ViR corp's latest product: ViRvana. Enclosed is a standard issue ViRvana V1.20 Helmet. The game "Legends of Zeltanna", the first fully immersive roleplaying game, has already been installed.
If you do not wish to participate in this beta test, please resend the package at the return address. However, if you do decide to participate, please send any comments or complaints through the in-game reporting system. Because ViRvana is still in the Beta testing phase, bugs are to be expected. We hope you enjoy the game and look forward to hearing back from you soon!

Sincerely,
ViR


Well then. That's interesting. You've heard of ViR corp before. They came out with a fighting game a few years back which was a major flop. You actually bought it. I guess that's how they knew your address. You inspect the helmet. Unlike a motorcycle helmet, there's no transparent part, nothing to see out of, its all opaque. On the inside of the helmet there is a red switch. You flick it on. The inside lights up. You hesitate for a moment, and then put it on. Nothing happens. Then you feel something crawling into your ear, a wire. It happens too fast. You can't move your limbs! You try to move your neck, but that too is frozen. You start to panic. You feel the wire go deeper and deeper into your ear, it starts to hurt. The pain builds and builds until you black out.