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The cage will have to do, the creature squirms a bit as he is placed in it but doesn't seem to do much more then belt out a Sosuga Hugabuga or two.

After such an eventful and hectic first day on the job you decide to keep strictly to your administrative tasks. trying your best to avoid the Rift Chamber for as long as possible. Nothing else comes out of it for the next couple days and from the observers reports it seems to be back to business as usual.

Samantha Frine sends you a list of potential research projects that she thinks can produce results.

>Examine energy spike readings from Anomaly event(negligible scanner improvement)
>Study the physical structure of the creature, tentatively designated as Imp(material information)
>Catalog Imp language(negligible benefit, bonus from Resource Management)

You also go over the general operating needs of the Facility. You can also change security protocols and prepare orders for equipment as well as construction of facility buildings.

>Change Orders? Currently rotations of 3 on perimeter, security room, and internal.

>additional equipment order? Weapons, armor, other?

>Buildings? Small Airstrip for light aircraft, additional living space, other?

You don't have a fixed budget, but spending to much might be frowned upon. Also the more materials you ship in and disappear off of official operations ledgers will increase the risk of the outside world taking notice of your facility.(this is reduced by your PPO)

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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 are not currently hiding from Myrrdin. You are not desperate to avoid him and whatever twisted plans he has for you and your future. You most certainly did not agree to have lunch with your siblings because you knew it would be the very last place Myrddin would come looking for you.

"Have you heard about the Archduke of Rosea?" Crown Prince Haul asks.

"The rumours are spreading all over the capital," your sister Nesta says. "To be defeated in a duel by a mercenary… it must have been an impressive battle. It's a shame I wasn't there to see it."

It is nice to receive praise from your older siblings, even if they don't know they're giving it.

"If only we could settle all conflicts like that," Prince Haul says. "War is such a terrible waste of life."

"I understand your meaning brother." Princess Nesta sighs. "However… I cannot forget the glory of battle. Standing at the front of an army and leading others by example - that is our true purpose."

"Too true," Prince Haul says. "These are our burdens to bear."

On second thought, perhaps there's a civil war in Svekka you could get yourself dragged into?

"What do you think, Meirion?" Your sister asks you.

>"Even with an army, it should still be possible to minimize the loss of life."
>"Armies are necessary. We wouldn't be able to hold territory without them."
>"I believe the soldiers also wish to fight for the kingdom's glory."

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building this model of a monument turning thrashy and incontinent. what happens next?

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Far off, nestled in an otherwise small Japanese town lies the Dark Gate Academy. An institution of tremendous size, the Academy holds a long kept secret. Unknown to the outside world, this unseemly town is home to a tear in our reality. A gate between our world and a bizarre dimension known as the Darkworld. The inhabitants of this hellish world breach this gate and attempt to flood into our reality and spread throughout the world on a regular basis. However, the Dark Gate Academy is home to students of truly extraordinary abilities. The ability to sense the presence of these evil Darkword creatures, and defeat them in combat, sending them back through the gate.

They cannot close the rift between our world and the Darkworld, but the students and staff of Dark Gate Academy have dedicated their lives to using their amazing powers to hold back the darkness that plagues our world, even if it costs them their lives. They have risen up to the challenge and in secret have become great heroic defenders of the world as we know it.

You are Ryoji Shida. A transfer student and delinquent who ended up in the school by mistake, with no fighting ability, but you may have a stronger connection to the Darkworld than thought possible.

>Previously on Dark Gate Academy...
You went to a festival in town, and came to terms regarding your feelings for a certain member of your class.

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Take a guess.

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The year is 2040
Humanity was crushed by the Fleet of Fog, and can't risk losing the firepower they still have left.
They had to watch as their navies were all destroyed by ships that brought them hope and victories long ago.
But now, they can see these ships in a new light...

I typically run on /tg/, but I'm going to test /qst/'s population.
And yes, I know that as of the time I'm posting this, there is a KC quest up on this board.

>Pastebin:
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>Archive:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Kantai%20Collection%20of%20Blue%20Steel%20Quest

This quest runs on Tuesdays and Thursdays starting around 4-6 PM EST

>Twitter, so you can get notified when I run, when I'm unable to run, answers to QA questions that I miss, and when I give hints to future threads or fluff:
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You are the Battleship USS North Carolina, and are ready to take back the seas from the Fleet of Fog!


>LAST TIME on Kantai Collection of Blue Steel, we battled a Fog Patrol Fleet, and Argonaut is still one overpowered motherfucker

>We have 1 Fate Point in the bank

And just so you know, I end the thread at around 9-10 PM EST, but try to answer questions afterwards. If I miss them in thread, you'll find the answers on twitter.

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Lets do a Pokemon Crystal randomized nuzlock quest.

>Pokemon Crystal
We'll be playing with the original crystal version for gbc
>Randomized
Lots of things have been randomized including:
- Starters
- Trainer pokemon
- Wild pokemon
- TM's
- Pokemon base stats
- and more...

This is to make the play-through interesting and unpredictable.

>Nuzlocke
Basically there are two rules:
- The first pokemon you see in any encounter area is the only one you may catch in that area. Any subsequent pokemon you see, whether you caught the first one or not, may not be caught.
- If a pokemon faints, it must be released. Consequently, losing a battle amounts to losing the game and having to start over

I also have some house rules:
- You have one emergency redo (in case of some unfair fuckery from the randomization)
- In-game trades do not count against rule 1 (meaning you may participate in them at anytime)
- Power-leveling must be kept to a bare minimum (not trying to do a low-level challenge here, but lets say the hard limit is the current gym-leader's highest leveled pokemon).

Ok, let's begin.
>gender
>clock (e.g 10 AM)
>name

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You are Kalon, young scion of a Roan tribe - tribal nobility, as it were. And now there is a strange emissary in the tent of your family, who is asking you something interesting.

Would you like to be a mercenary, basically...

> Hmm... you don't have strong feelings either way.
> You defer to your father.
> This is a great opportunity! See the world, look around...
> This is a great opportunity! The war, the carnage... the fun...

> Current votes:
> This is a great opportunity! See the world, look around... (1)
> This is a great opportunity! The war, the carnage... the fun... (1)

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Lara stands in the middle of a walled deathpit, the floor a shallow pool of mud, and large spikes along one of the walls. "Come on bitch," she snarls at her opponent. "Let's see what you've got, you ugly skank."

>who does she face?

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Hey guys, let me know when you are here!

Last time, we told the truth to Lyann, and she believed us after a bit of effort. Originally she thought we were a bit touched in the head at first, but then believed us when we asked her wholeheartedly to do so.

It seems we need to find some land for the honeybees to call their own before they can be seen as people at a subconscious level.

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After the embarrassment dies down and Carrera isn't blushing that much any more, it feels safe to speak again.

“So, you're with us?”, you then ask, just to make sure that both members of the couple are on the same page about joining you on the journey. Julio was giving it for granted, it seems, but Carrera has thrown quite a few mixed messages in.

“Yes”, the dog-eared woman admits, a single wag of her long-haired and wavy purple tail signaling she isn't as unhappy about the situation as she might sound, “I just have to prepare. I've hardly ever explored, methodically I mean, so I need to make sure I have everything I need before I leave. You weren't planning on leaving today, were you?”.

“Not really”, you reassure her. Technically speaking, you're not in a hurry, the marquise wanted you to do one thing as soon as possible and you already took care of it, meaning you are, once again, master of your own destiny.

Which feels good. Sure, it's not always easy but it's so much more satisfying when it clicks.

“Well then”, Carrera announces with a smile as she gets up, “We'll go and get ready and we can meet again this evening, at sundown? We'll have a meal together too if you're okay with it. Julio?”.

“Looking forward meals is the best pastime in this camp!”, he explains with a bright, innocent smile.

“You should seriously try to be more helpful”, she reprimands, then offers you a vaguely conspirational smile, “He gets away with being lazy, but it's an unwritten camp rule that if you have time on your hands you should do some chores”.

“That's surprisingly organized for this place”, Tahenohan comments, strangely eager, “I can make cheese. I need to make cheese actually. Can I help?”.

“Uh... I think everyone will like it if you can cook and stuff”, Carrera gives you an uncertain glance but you can't quite openly say it's just an excuse she uses to craft her undead minions, so you just shrug. Besides, she actually does make cheese, so it's win-win, you guess.

“Great! Wanna look for cheesemakers together?”, Tahenohan offers Julio, who carefully considers the option as if he just received a life-changing proposal.

“Yes”, he answers, and with glee the two half-elves just go about their business, chatting along the way.

“They sure are getting along as easily as I imagined”, Bryld comments as she watches them go, “I don't know why but I feel good that I guessed right”.

Carrera chuckles, “Well yes, I... I don't know how long you've been with her but I think all half-elves just instinctively get along with each other. But well”, and she steps out, ready to leave herself, “I concentrate better when he's not around so thank you. I'll prepare for the journey, we'll see each other for dinner and discuss the rest, okay?”.

>”I have another question...” (what?)
>”Actually can we come too?”.
>”So Bryld, what's our next plan?”.
>Follow the half-elves around.
>Other?

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+==PICK YOUR CHARACTER==+
John: surfer dude, pretty laid back kind of guy.
low stats but rather lucky.

Jeremy: smart and studious, but weak as shit.

Jessie: strong, but otherwise average.

Julia: extra starting items, and rather pretty, but not exactly the adventuring type...

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You roll 1d100 to take unclaimed territory.
You roll 2d100 in combat.If you are the attacker, roll 2d100.
The defender rolls 2d100 on the same turn. If the defender gets a considerably higher roll than the attacker, then the defender can counterattack. The attacker cannot defend from this, but can defend the next turn.
I am doing provinces differently when it comes to rolls.

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You are Keira, a 25 year old Sandslash, former dockworker, currently a sailor heading for St. Valders. Sadly the ship you were on has been and is still in, a rough storm- causing you a light injury to the stomach. After talking Bluetail into getting out of the storm and hope nothing goes wrong, he leads you to his cabin.
Once the two of you get into his cabin, he sits you down on his cot while he cleans up the rather messy room- which didn't really do much considering the ship was still rocking back and forth quite vigorously but not enough to tip it over or cause incredible damage.
As you look around the room, you wince as your injury slightly acts up. It may be a slight cut to the stomach but the saltwater had soaked the bandages and was seeping in, stinging you- even though you know it's helping you in the long run.
Once Bluetail was done tidying up, well tidying as much as he could, he walked over to with two bottles of whisky, one for him and one for you.
"So... that cut isn't too bad is it?"
"Hurts ba' its nothin' ta' worry about. Feeling sick? You were in tha' rain awfully long."
"Not in the slightest. It helps having a Water-type for a father. Explains why I love the sea really- it may not like me but I love it. The sense of freedom and the great feeling that you're on a grand voyage... sadly most of my journey's have ended with my crew quitting because every single time I go out, a storm tends to hit us."
"Sounds rough."
"What about you?"
"What about me sur'?
"Why are ya' a sailor? Ground-types tend to stay on the ground if I'm not mistaken."
>Tell him the truth
>Tell him you love to try new things
>It was on a whim
>Write In

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This is a quest set in the world of Wildblow's "Worm" web serial, in which heroes and villains battle for the fate of the city, and for street-level drug feuds.
We follow James Case, a young man with newly discovered powers…
~
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KNOWN VILLAINS: https://drive.google.com/open?id=1OTTEbkGCwypV1CgVF87AYvdctzmVjTM4ZzDlFrXdXWY
KNOWN HEROES: https://docs.google.com/document/d/11hRh_GZeZMOov5_J6eVqWMq6gwz2kFyp74yNooI_zs0/edit
~
CURRENT MONEY: 1145.32$
CURRENT FRUSTRATION: 2
~
>”Get in dickheads.”

You look to Blowout, who is already skirting around the front of the car to the passenger side.

“What the fuck?” you ask incredulously, an edge of acrimony in your tone, “she’s one of them!”

Blowout opens the door and starts climbing into the slick red car, stopping halfway in to call over the roof in his characteristic jovial tone,

“Don’t worry so much Blindside, you’re going to get an ulcer.”

The obnoxious blue and orange helmet disappears behind the car, and you hear the passenger side door slam shut.

“Are you gonna keep drooling like an idiot, or are you gonna get in?”

Redline’s snide remark rubs you the wrong way, prickling at your already agitated psyche. You pace back and forth for a moment, fuming. Redline’s ride squats next to the curb like a hunched up beast preparing to lunge, vivid neon and pale streetlamp light casting it in an ethereal gloss. With a shake of your head, you pull open the door with a jerk and slide into the back seat.

“Bout time,” Redline grumbles as the car jumps forward, accelerating to full speed in a flash.

The interior of the car is done up in black, from the leather-style seats, to the floor and ceiling, accented by red piping and lighting in a way that makes it appear as angular as the exterior. The backseat is surprisingly spacious; legroom has traditionally been a problem for you, but you find ample room to stretch your sore and bruised legs. Outside the blacked out window streetlights and storefront signs whip by, blending into a smudge of mottled lambent colour. You turn your attention to a more pressing matter.

“You mind telling me why we’re riding with a Red Boy Blowout? Did you forget that her boss,” you jab a finger towards Redlines, “is trying to kill me, and probably you too?”

Blowout waves dismissively without turning to look back.

“Blindside, man, trust me okay? She’s cool.”

Your lip twitches in time with your eye and sharp intake of breath. You’re getting real damn tired of not knowing what’s going on.

>Swallow your frustration and remain civil for the time being.
>Press the matter, interrogated the two to figure out what’s going on.
>Write in.