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(Third time's the charm!)

Your eyes slowly open, quickly shutting as cloying dust sticks to your face, burning your retinae. Sitting up, you cough wetly, spitting out phlegm that tastes of blood. Wiping your face, you reach for support to drag yourself up... only for your fingers to close around a device you don't recognize. Blinking groggily, you look at it, recognizing neither its make nor its function. Come to think of it, as you look around, spotting craggy rocks and worn cliffs, you don't recognize WHERE you are, either.

In fact... You can't even recall your own name.

What is your name?

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Previous thread: >>211089
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/211089/

Please take the time to read through both threads (the link to the first is 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.

>Abridged version

>You dead, son.
>"Fuck"
>Wanna go to a new world instead?
>"Hell yeah"
>Mmk. I'll give you 1 wish
>"Wait, who're you?"
>I'm a godess who swears all the time
>"Neat. I wish for you to strip."
>Ffffffffffucking denied.
>"Damnit. Okay, how about a magic box that gives me random shit every time I open it?"
>COOL AS HELL
>"Sweet lets see what I get OW FUCK SNAKE WHAT THE FUCK"
>HAHAHA
>"Holy shit am I floating?"
>Yeah you're about to go down to that new world.
>"COOL AS HELL. Oh by the way the box just gave me your panties."
>Mother fucker! Come here you little shit!
>"HAHAHA"
>Give me those back! Oh, wait shit.
--
IN THE NEW WORLD
>YOU'RE A CUNT.
>"There are people around"
>YOU'RE MY BOYFRIEND I GUESS THEN SHUT UP AND GO WITH IT
>"Ok."
>By the way you have to kill the devil king
>"Aww damnit not cool"
>Kill yourself then, I'mma bathe.
>"Fuck that I'm adventuring"
>We're poor as fuck
>"MAGIC BOX, I COMMAND YOU TO GIFT UNTO ME A CONVENIENT AMOUNT OF MONEY"
*poof*
>"THANK YOU, MAGIC BOX."
>Let's do a quest
>"ok"
>Save cat from tree?
>"Save cat from tree!"
>THIS CAT IS NOT CAT. IT IS GIANT SPIDER THAT MEOWS.
>"His name is snuggles."
>That quest sucked
>"Let's do more"
>Be scarecrows?
>"Be scarecrows!"
>We're bad at killing crows
>"NOT THIS TIME. THIS TIME, WE DO IT LIKE AMERICA"
>FUCK YEAH
>"THIS CROW JUST FUCKING EXPLODED"
*eagle screech and flag background*
>"This fat old farmer says his daughter is dead!"
>He didn't say that
>"Let's go find her body!"
>There she is, alive, talking with some people.
>"THEY'RE ROBBING HER!"
>are you sure?
>"Yeah, duh."
>ok
>"EAT SHIT, LIMEY COCKSUCKERS"
>Hey, uh... did you get the impression that this girl we just saved is actually pretty dangerous?
>"Yeah, actually. She seems... crazy, and she makes me uncomfortable. We should go."
--
THE FOLLOWING NIGHT
>I'm a blanket hog!
>"give me the blanket!"
>My boobs are on your back and I'm spooning you now!
>"Neat."
--
THE NEXT DAY
>money!
>"Let's spend all of our money!
>Gladly!
>"Hey, isn't this that guy we almost killed yesterday?"
>Yup.
>"He seems cool."
>Ye.
(1/2)

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Last Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/207912/
@Artic_Kobold

Recap: You assimilated the Glameow, made further contact with the Duchy of Belvin, who want something from you but you have no clue what.

You made roads and built a number of churches and made a new flag for the nation.

You also declared war on the Butterfree, to which the Natu jumped in on their side. You won, taking over the westernmost province, giving most of the land to your two allies, the Spheal and the Mankey while vassalizing the Butterfree and Natu with their remaining land.


All stats here - http://pastebin.com/B4bgBxNn

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Welcome to The Lost Island Quest. Last thread our hero, Alan Rodain, caught a bird in the hand (the equivalent of two in the bush), interrogated a foreign agent and discovered some alarming information.

Now, Where's Rowe?

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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You're awake. Or rather you can't remember having fallen asleep. One minute you were elsewhere, and now you're here:

Your eyes smart to the darkness. You're in a classroom which seems to be like most you've ever seen except for the veil of black beyond the window to the far left of the classroom.

What's more, you look down to find yourself, male, fifteen years old, dressed in a large navy hoodie and and baggy denim jeans.

Two things are immediately clear to you:

1) Until this very moment you are certain you were not fifteen, but older, though how much older you can't be sure.

2) You've already graduated from school once already...yet the details of that time before escapes you.

You find yourself sitting in the dark classroom feeling the first inklings of panic setting in. Seconds, which feel like minutes, go by as you try to remember your own name. To your shock you find you can't even do that.

Worst of all? You can't even rise out of your chair.

You call out into the dark in the hopes someone might hear you. Help you....

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It's been three days so the other thread is falling into obscurity.

Story so far:http://lom678.deviantart.com/gallery/58994337/YumeNikkiQuest

Yume Nikki Quest is officially longer than ZeldaQuest now

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exploration and colonization edition

okay so welcome to part 6 of this civ evo,
It has been 40 years since the last turn, a lot of happened...
all the races have simple stem machines except for the trolls and gnolls who have better ones, all the tribes have springpowder and the trolls have bolt action rifles. those are the most important changes read the summaries for more!

the last time the snakins, radishes, trolls and septston fought together to destroy the bats that wanted to invade this island, the trolls and gnolls both found 2 continents: 1 west and 1 east of the main island

>pick a nation (no more then 4 members)
>choose up to 5 actions/cultural things
>the more things you choose the smaller the chance of succeeding is
>every turn is 1 month
>you can expand your land but this time Ill draw a region instead of premade region
>you can place a town and later expand it to a city if you have enough citizens
>survive and have fun


ask me anything you want to know about the races and stuff! also advice is very welcome!!

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In the fires of creation, your world was forged. Wild beasts roam, and civilizations rise and fall in the wake of crumbling mountains and melting glaciers. In such chaos, the results were only clear, once the dust had settled. What world were you born into, young dwarf?

Gimme some world settings and we'll get started.
Expect this to be sorta laid back, I am far from a DF master in any shape. But thats why you are here, forge ahead yourselves.

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New Risk thread. Never moderated one of these, but whatever.
No re-rolling
No changing action unless needed
Roll with 1d10000
Capital is marked by a star

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The world was once ours and we shared it equally. The forest was our domain and it stretched between all four corners of the world. We lived in peace and upheld the balance. There was death, but no suffering. It was all part of the circle of life. However, all that changed when the creatures with the Red Flower came to this world. Humans, the Guardians called them. They came in the night and burned down our forests, killed our guardians, raped and pillaged our lands. There was no end to their crusade against us and no reason behind their cruelty. We, the creatures of the forest, was brought close to extinction before our salvation came: The World Tree, the center and the roots of our Forest that once spanned the world, called us all back to it. Within its borders the last Guardian, the Great Horned Owl, placed three barrier spells that would keep the Red Flower out and whomever wielded it. Before he fell into a deep slumber from which there would be no awakening, he placed the new role of Guardianship upon the red-eyed Awoo Race. They would guard this new forest realm behind walls of magic until the end of time.
Three centuries of peace has passed by since then.

____
[STATS]
>Combat:
>Social: +
>Knowledge: +

[Traits/Perks]
Childish Energy: You have an unusual amount of stamina and don't get tired easily from physical activities.
____

The clear blue sky gave way to a warm sun on a windy spring morning.

You, a young white haired girl, rushed through the thick scores of the forest, giggling playfully to yourself as you raced past two of your peers. In your joy, you had lost control of your wagging white tail, your ears pointed to the sky, and your red eyes was filled with laughter. The white clothes you wore clung to your body at the same time as the loose parts flapped against the head-wind.

You had been running for at least a hour, yet you were still not tired. While running as fast as you could, you had left four others behind in your wake. They would catch up eventually, but their silly pride came second to your desire to win this race between friends and foes alike. With a leap, you left the muddied ground from yesterday's downpour of rain and landed clumsily on a rock before regaining balance and continuing onto the next stone ahead as your path lead further into the thick of the Forest.

"You're as slow as ever!" You heard someone call out followed by a familiar laughter from above. You stopped and cast your gaze upwards, catching an all too common sight of a white haired figure crouching on one of the stronger tree branches a few meters ahead of you.

>"I'll wait for you at the finishing line, Jin!" [Friend]
>"Suck a toad, Chao! I'm still gonna beat you!" [Rival]

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Your name is Silica Wilson, and you are the Captain of a mercenary group called The Vanguard. Currently you are on a mission to uncover an artifact called The Chromescore. But things haven't been going to well since you made it to the edge of the ruins of Berlin.

Now that you have made it to the Green Sea. A giant forest that grows in the wastes of Germany. You will have to guide your crew through this terrible place. Will you make it through, or drown in the Green Sea?

Previous threads
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=chromescore

Thanks again to the anon that archived this for me.

Now on with the quest.

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You're an average 4chan poster, hanging our on your favorite board /qst/ ready to play some quest threads. Ever since the board was introduced you couldn't stop, you haven't even gone back to /tg/ for a month or so, this is your home now. You haven't made a thread before, you aren't a very good story teller, but you're great at participating. The thrill of it, jumping into a story in act two and affecting the outcome.

You type up 4chan.org/qst/catalog, honestly you just typed 4, the auto fill algorithm knows exactly what you want today. The page loads up and presents you with an array of threads. An evogame, a fun game bringing together creative minds and intelligent ones to scientifically and aesthetically evolve a few species into a thriving ecosystem. "Fantacy quest" the syntax is a little childish but you can never turn down a good story of swords and sorcery. "Slice of Life Quest" Some times you need sometimes you need some escapism, and how better to do that than to play a game about the day in the life of a mundane highschooler. Board game quest is just kind of sad, they couldn't get someone to play monopoly and they cant even afford the video game. A fetish quest you think, it sounds pretty intense right now and you havent even played part one. Finally there's Stick Figure Quest part 32, holy, shit, last time you saw this shitty quest it was part 3 and the stickfigure was still just learning how to fight.

Well those are your options /qst/ poster, what will you chose?

>Evogame
>Fantacy quest
>Slice of Life Quest
>boardgame quest
>feths threat quest 2two
>Stick Figure Quest part XXXII

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As promised I'm back. You fukkers better show up this time.

>RULES:
no quitceding
breaking alliances/NAP's will result in penalty
no changing directions after making roll (exceptions made for errors)
roll 1d10000 (if you use anything else I will decide how many territories you get based on how cool I think you are)

>FAIR WARNING
my bucket tool is pretty bad
I am intoxicated

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In 1841 AUC (1087 using the Christian dating), the Foederatio Italia was formalized with a Great Charter, signed by all thirty provinces of the new state. The charter provided every province a great deal of autonomy so long as they contributed to the state’s upkeep of the military through tribute and manpower. Its primary proponents were the Roman remnants in central Italy who had survived, although very barely, under the rule of Odoacer and his descendants and then an increasingly more powerful Senate. The Gothic peoples to the north, whose language and culture had been greatly impacted by the Romans, assented with varying degrees of reluctance to being folded into a single entity. The small Greek states to the south had for decades already been under Roman rule, and agreed without much fuss, although some resented it more than others.

It is now 1851 AUC, and you have been selected to represent one of the constituent provinces in the Senate. Things have had some time to settle in the past few years and, as you understand it, the Senate has been working as well as could be expected now; however, even as the state runs more smoothly than ever, lines have been drawn between the peoples of the Federation. A number of the Gothic princes have become increasingly outspoken against the state entirely, and it seems like it’s only a matter of time before they begin openly talking of secession. At the same time the elected representatives of some Roman provinces have been quite outspoken in their dislike of the federal structure, calling for a Roman-dominated empire to regain the glory of the ancients. The Greeks have split into various positions, with some supporting the Federation whole-heartedly and others plotting to defect in a moment of weakness. Altogether, it would take a great effort to keep the Federation together.

These thoughts flow through your head as you walk through the Forum, paying no mind to the great commotion of market stalls and preachers as you make your way towards your destination – the Temple of Jupiter Optimus Maximus. The first Senate meeting of the year, as well as the first one you will attend, is to be held in the magnificent temple. The people part from your path as they see the reddish-purple sash that hangs over your toga. It is not the first time you’ve been in the great city of Roma itself, but now you do so as one of the most powerful men in the Federation and the experience is all the sweeter for it.

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Character Sheet (Please read if you do not know the rules, or are new, so you don't disrupt the game... Or call me a faggot.)
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jI0aGxA_2h3SAcPYri-1fdgskbK3IbtfEzSLJ7VY9gU/edit
Previous Thread (Please Archive)
>>215125

Strawpoll:http://www.strawpoll.me/10404438
Please do this, so I can actually judge if Renexizious is religious or not.

Last time, we attempted to fight the White Death, realized that the fucking Finnish are badass, we also realized that snipers are really, really fucking hardcore against soft targets, such us in human form, yelled at the OP for being a faggot, Renexizious died (but didn't?), then OP went full /pol/ack after getting drunk after the anons raged anyways after receiving mercy, because they were too edgy to live, and the newfags were cleansed. We also learned that for some reason, we cannot shift to Draconic Form. Which is obviously connected to our death
On further note, watch yourselves around /qst/ dice, they've been bloodthirsty for a few days now
Also, going to attempt to use further text formatting, such as different colors to mark when characters talk, just for ease of reading.

You stand in the middle of the street, snow falling around you. Below you, is a puddle of your own blood, now frozen over. The White Death is no where to be found, and you are both tired and hungry... You have a few ideas of where you could rest.
Actions
Current Form: Half-Dragon
>Burrow underground and wait for morning.
>Find a peasant's house and request to rest there for the night
>Sleep in the streets.
>Track down the White Death, and end him. (Agility, VERY HARD)
>Write-In