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You are at the UN convention (United nations)
Year is 3268
World has some problemse and you have to solve it
İf you don’t world is going to destroyed
You can’t espace true space
You can use your space shuttle to go the moon
But moon belongs to the indians (redskin ones, not the country)
Mars has been destroyed by nazis after it’s become a british colony
There is only have 9 countries at world now
You have to talk it true
You are able to be one of the this countries leader’s
Countries:
>United Kingdom of Capitalism(have india, icelan, england,ireland and australia) Leader: Karl Marx
Has 1000 nukes
>Mother communism (russia,china, cuba) Leader: Niccolo Machiavelli
Has 1000 nukes
>Anarchist Motherfuckers (all turkish nations)(IN YOUR FACE TURANISTS) Leader: Batman
Has 2 nukes but they have the virus smallpox (there is no cure for that and there can’t be)
>United Muslims (middle east, endonasia, some africa) Leader: Jesus (resurrected)
Has 225 Nukes (if you nuke the kabe they will activate them all)
>IV.Reich (all mainland europe) Leader: Adolf Hitler Jr.
Has 999 Nukes
>Jewland (usa and canada) Leader: Bernie Sanders Jr.
Has 750 Nukes
>United Africa (most of the africa) Leader: Some Monkey
Has no Nukes they have AIDS which is curable
>Emperial Japan(japan, north pole, south pole) Leader: Hirohito Jr.
Has 1000 Nukes
>Latinos (South and middle america) Leader: Gustavo Fring
Has 600 Nukes they have drugs etc.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>5000 nukes can destroy the world>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
İf you get in a war you can’t use the nukes until 3 other country lets you to do it
War will be determined by your post’s last 3 digit
Promlems: (you can create new problems)
Jews fo Nazis
Nazis for Jews
Hunger
Smallpox threat
Muslims for everbody
Everybody fo Muslims
Girls whit dicks are everywhere, you are never sure she has a vagina so you can’t flirt
Communism for Capitalism
Capitalism for Communism


Now i will be hosting
This means i am the head of the UN.
Who am i? You may ask
I am Spock (Leonard Nimoy one not the Zachary Quinto)

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you wake up and prepare to go to your 9-5 as an accountant but something catches your eye a man runs across your sidewalk he has a huge backpack of way appears to be a large amount of lumpy objects he has no shoes

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You are asleep

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The USS Elridge is a bunch of pseudo-random bullshit churned out by hack writers trying to push some overhyped conspiracy theory bullshit. Those are the facts, as you and every other living, breathing officer of the United States Navy is well aware. It is beyond question.

And yet, in this moment - you believe.

Kongou does not merely leave. She does not make herself scarce, bail out, scoot, RTB at buster or even de-ass the area. She simply vanishes. You feel a slight disturbance in the air as the vacuum where whence she was is filled - or perhaps its a disturbance in the force, as if millions of voices cried out KONGOU! and the very presence of DESS itself was summoned to answer their prayers. Loose papers on Goto's desk are still fluttering to the floor as you process what just happened.

You turn to find Goto's office door is now sporting a very large hole - complete with two little slots at the top roughly the size of Kongou's headpiece.

Hamp tilts his head to peer through the hole at you.

“Hey,” you say conversationally, giving him a wave. “Sup?”

“... uhm,” Hamp attempts. “It. Uh...” He strokes his chin. You open your mouth, but he holds up a finger to silence you, his brow furrowed in concentration - he's got this. “Okay. It was a Canadian going superluminal.”

The only reply that deserves is a patient, searching stare. He stares back, taking the longest, slowest, most leisurely draft of his ever-present Starbucks as he can manage. Finally he rolls his shoulders into a surrender shrug, sighing gustily. “It looked like a split-second streak of plaid light, okay?”

You continue to stare.

“It fits the empirical observations, fuck you!” Hamp says defensively. He scowls at you through the holed door and leans against the wall again, putting him out of sight.

“ADMIRAL GOTO! ADMIRAL GOTO!” you hear someone in the lobby yelling - Fubuki. “Yuudachi, she's...” Fubuki makes eye contact with you through the Kongou-shaped void. Her expression slides clean off her face, leaving nothing but the blank, questioning look of the Damned.

You feel a gentle sea breeze sneak in through the window behind you, reminding you of how easily you could escape.

[ ] WRITE-IN

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A young woman stands in her bedroom. It just so happens that today, the third of May, 2016, is this young woman's birthday, for real this time. Though it was fifteen years ago she was given life, it is only today she will be given a name!

===>

What will the name of this young lady be?

> Lememe Lorde

Try again, smartass.

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Let's try something slightly different, /qst/: A nationbuilding game. You will take each take the roll of a burgeoning nation in a primitive world, and lead it to glory, forging alliances and making enemies with the other players. To start, just submit a nation sheet:

Nation Name: (What your new nation is called)
Nation Race(s): (What kind of peoples inhabit your nation)
Color: (Your color on the map)
Fluff: (Helps determine eccentricities; you can add on to it (or delete no longer applicable bits) as your young nation grows!)
Location: (where you want to start on the map)
-Don't fill out (unless told to)-
Settlements: (player-named capital)
Population(+growth/turn): (Generated by GM)
Food(-x/turn): (Determines pop. growth)
Structures: player-fluff government building
Defenses: (GM generated)
Military: (GM generated)
Tech: (GM Generated)
Resources: (GM Generated)
Bonuses: (GM Generated)
Flaws: (GM Generated)

The GM (Me), will then stat you, and the game will start if and when we have a sufficient number of players. Dice rolls will be used to determine the success or failure of your actions, but player/player interactions will be completely up to you. I'll be monitoring the thread and might create an IRC chatroom if people are interested.

Don't know how well received this will be, but let's give it a shot.

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You are woken up by the feeling of a warm liquid running through your hair and down your face. You could have sworn you were just walking a second ago. Everything seems fuzzy and there’s a pretty loud ringing in your ears. You take a breath and cough as bits of dirt enter your mouth, and not soon after.. your mouth is greeted with the wonderful taste of copper. Trying to focus your eyes, a red blur overtakes your left field of vision.
‘Oh… This is my blood.’

It all started coming back to you now. School had just let out, and you were on your way home when you felt something slam into the back of your head. The ringing in your ears started to let up as you could start to hear voices, Loud angry voices.

”You hear me small ears? You don’t belong here..

”Why don’t you take your whore of a mother and go live with the humans?”

”You better just up N’ leave before you end up dead halfy. We ain’t gonna go easy next time."


Small ears… Halfy… They were some of the dumbest insults you ever had the displeasure of listening too, but that’s what they called you. Normally you weren’t the kind of guy to take this shit lying down, but it didn’t matter how many times you told your arms to move, you were stuck there, motionless on the ground. It seems your classmates had grown a pretty big pair since hitting adulthood. The 3 distinct voices kept up the verbal assault about how you’re no good, don’t deserve to be amongst the elves, and deserve to be killed. Pretty big talk for a bunch of cowards having to strike you from behind with god knows what.. Something heavy. Your head was killing you, but hopefully not literally.

The 3 men started delivering kicks into your hips and back, causing your muscles to spasm as the pain shot through your body, It didn’t hurt nearly as bad as it should have and that started to worry you. It was then that you could hear a soft, faint voice calling out from the distance.
”Stop right now!.
The voice was very familiar to you, It was…


>your best friend from since you were a kid.

>your homeroom teacher.

>one of the town guards.

>write in

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You slowly slip out of the grip of sleep, onto the rather uncomfortable bed of wakefulness- slowly becoming aware to the unpleasant sensations associated with said awake-ness. Namely: a throat as dry as a desert, a headache that feels like it could break away from your head at any point and become an independent nation and a raw hard pressure placed against the right of your face.

You open your eyes.

You are on the floor of a bleak room of brick, concrete and dirt that seems to be stuck in a permanent state of grayscale.

You rise from the puddle of saliva that has since developed around your aching head and stare dim-witted at your surroundings. After a few seconds- much longer than you would like to admit- something clicks and you recognize this as a swimming pool- probably one belonging to a school judging by the layout of the room and the presence of a row of seats.

You cannot recall anything of the night prior, and although the salty taste in your mouth shows you are suffering from mild dehydration. you do not feel hungry.

A sudden wave of panic grabs at you upon the realization that you are very likely to have been taken from your home in the middle of the night. Following up on this sterling observation you move onto going through that almost spasmodic series of pats that everyone develops, taping your clothes around the pockets to see if you have your valuables still on your person. You note that you are not in your pyjamas, but instead, in your school uniform, which is- surprisingly- not at all dirty despite your filthy surroundings.

It occurs to you that you might be kidnapped. It also occurs to your that you might be under the influence of a drug- especially how it has taken you this long to note the fact you have awoken where you most certainly have not fallen to sleep and to conclude that this is a cause for concern.

You do not feel particularly dizzy or strange, (but you could have sworn you felt pretty dizzy- and almost lightheaded to the point of vacancy when you awoke here) so you might not have been drugged. This is good. Well. Actually; if it has taken you this long to panic about being potentially kidnapped or rapped without being drugged you may very well have brain damage. Congratulations.

You check yourself for any signs of trauma on your body. Mild bruising on the part of your body that had been against the floor. You conclude that you have probably slept here for the good part of the night.

You frown. If you had spent the night sleeping in this shithole, then why is your school uniform pristine- actually much neater than it is when you normally wear it.

Suddenly a voice booms out over a PA system:

"Would the candidate please rise and step into the centre of the room. The Test shall begin shortly"

What shall you do?

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LAST TIME ON CHAOS QUEST: >>205733

Now with 11 legions left to make, you better get started because it has now been 4 years since you sent away your sons to different worlds.

With help from the Emperor and Old Ones: you are now making legions, ten down eleven to go.

Now to make these legions

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Porting the int game over here as theres a hgher chance of getting dubs and you can roll
>>>/int/60427774
If you're new all the stuff is here
Currently: Deciding what the name of the tribe should be, what the village should be called and its location
You can roll a d100 or just post with instructions
if you get dubs or higher for any your instructions are followed. Trips override dubs and so on. Pic related is currently where the tribe is settled.

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Hello, and welcome to redneck quest!

You're just a good ol' fashioned southern boy who's lost his way to the ol' spittoon and needs some help. That's where you come in!

First, he needs a classy redneck name...

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You are a supreme being on a young and fresh world. You are undetectable, yet you possess a specific set of powers: You can add mutations to the creatures that inhabit it.

The world itself is a simple one, a rock globe covered in a shallow see, with the deepest point being twenty meters (60ft) under water, and the shallowest half a meter (1-2 ft). Several creatures inhabit this world, yet you will only change these four, and their offspring. Will you make them thrive? Or will you make them shrivel? It is all up to you, and your friends.

Welcome to the Shallow Waters Evo game!
Rules/How to play:
>Take the art of a creature already existing, be it a basic one, or one already modified by another user. How many times it has been modified already does not matter, but make sure you are not the last person who modified it.
>Open MS Paint, or any other drawing program
>Add a small, semi-realistic mutation to the creature. That means, a thicker shell, spikes, functionless and small appendages, etc.
>Post it in the thread, with a small description of what changes you made.
>To work to something greater, like functional wings, multiple steps need to be made (eg. Minor appendage -> Big appendage -> Feathers for gliding -> Functioning wing)
>Once every while, an extinction event will take place. Any affected creature that does not adapt before it takes place, will go extinct. Extinct creatures can no longer evolve.

DO's and DON'T's
>Do participate, no matter how bad your art is. Most people are shit at MS Paint here, so never be ashamed
>Do completely change the art of a creature, if you're okay/good at art and stuff, and if you feel a creature needs it, because it's getting too full or something.
>Do work on other branches, and the creatures of others
>Do be a nice guy

>Don't complain when your OC Waifu and its entire branch goes extinct
>Don't add mutations that are too complex (eg. fully functioning eyes, incredible wings etc). Realism of the mutations themselves doesn't really matter, as long as it can be semi-scientifically explained, and again, are not too complex at once. (DO : Fire breathing because gas from the creature's gas bags are released and ignited by a small spark in the creature's throat. DONT : This creature conjures fire when breathing)
>Don't add a mutation to a creature whose last addition was also by you. This can be forgiven when no one within ~2-3 hours / 50 posts has mutated them, or they are about to go extinct.
>Don't devolve mutations made to your own creature because you dislike them or have other plans with the creature.

I will make a regularly updated evolution tree, in which all mutations/species are listed, and if they're extinct or not.
Posting separate art of the organisms for editing after this post.

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New risk thread to escape from
>>222638
He is "that" OP.

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"Paying us a visit so soon?" Your aunt had welcomed you not three steps past the front door, staring down at you from the overlooking balcony of the second floor. You looked up without a second thought as she had abruptly announced her presence, and only seconds later did you notice the self-satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Here your uncle and I thought you to be a recluse."

Raid and the rest of your demihuman troupe had been left in the courtyard outside, gathered together with strict instructions to behave themselves and not cause problems. After the realization they had been expecting you to mug people for the past few days, you had felt it necessary to additionally specify that you were here for information, not theft, murder, or any other acts of illegality. In the first place, this was your family's house - you had no reason for any of that.

You weren't certain if they would actually obey you or not; Part of you wondered if maybe you should have left Kara out there to supervise them.

"So tell me, what brings my sister's child this far out?" Those thoughts aside, you had more direct concerns to address. "Has something come up regarding Carona's reconstruction effort?"

You technically had the rights to access the Valen Archives now that you had passed the Rite, but your aunt likely had any manner of direction you needed... And all it would cost was to ask. You stare up at the commanding woman, feeling some detail about the current situation nagging familiarly at your memory. If anyone would know about the Fae in this family, you suppose it would be the acting head...

But that just raised so many more questions.

Questions that you weren't convinced you could pay the price to have answered.

>Talk about Carona
>Where is your uncle?
>You came to check something in the archives
>Ask about something? (what?)
>Other? (Write-in)

Freebie: Why is the scene familiar? Your aunt seems amused, and every second you don't understand why is eating at you.

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5 types of organisms exist in a completely blank environment, and it's your job to give them features and modify them to help them survive! Draw the creature with a new feature, and remember, it doesn't matter how well you draw or what software you use!

Rules:
>Don't add features that are too radical. Keep them small but noticeable. Limbs can't just pop out of nowhere!
>Make sure everyone knows which creature yours started out as. Keep in mind, you don't have to keep it the same color.
>If you're in the thread, you've gotta contribute!
>Describe why the feature you added occurred. What caused this variation of the creature to survive?
>Don't steal ideas! Make sure your new feature is INDIVIDUAL.
>Someone can choose ANYTHING to modify. Even your own modified version of the organism.
>Multiple people can change one organism. It'll just be counted as branching off, like in real evolution.
>Think outside the box. Try not to make an organism too much like something we have in the real world. Think of new kinds of features.

All of them contain an equal amount of nutrients, and their goal is to get more nutrients to reproduce. They're capable of eating small bits trace nutrients around them by absorption, but they can't eat each other as of now. They're all grazers, floating in the tidepool without a way to control their movement, like putty in your hands.

I'll say more about the environment after a little while so that you have more reasons to add features. There will also be events like warming and cooling, and other such things. Lets get going!