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>name
>country
>color

no meme nations and forget the alliance/nap rule that is in the map

to roll use "dice+1d10000" in the option camp

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You are Ryan Settle, RMDL of the United States Navy, and you are currently serving as the Noble Steed of a bikini-clad woman while a noblewoman cowers behind her desk and begs you for help against the bands of ruffians filling the office lobby. Kongou leans forward, plucking your cane from your hands, and thrusts it forward like a lance.

“CHARGE!” she yodels, kicking her bare heels against your thighs encouragingly.

This wasn't quite the role you'd expected to play - but a Damsel in Distress is a Damsel in Distress, and her call must be answered. You charge through the room, clearing Haruna and Kirishima (who're now wrestling prone as they rip each other's outfits to pieces) with a single adroit leap, making sure to favor your good leg on the landing. Letting Kongou's weight tilt you forward you lunge towards the door of Goto's office. Yamato leaps from behind the desk, knowing she's got to stop you and looking horrified that you're making her. Kongou reaches out with your cane and neatly stabs the tip between the prongs of the small anchor that dangles from Yamato's bare hip, twisting it in the belt-string of her outfit. Yamato squeals, her heels turning outward as her hands fly down instinctively to protect her dignity - which makes it easy for your momentum to throw her off balance. Driving Yamato ahead like a battering ram, you slam into the door, popping the simple latch easily.

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>Come one, come all, 'tis time for the council of elders to lead yet another civilization from it's cradle to it's greatness.
>Now brothers and sisters, let us decide upon the race we shall guide! Let us decide on the location they shall best!

Hi mates, rules are as follows, i roll for you guys, so no need to roll.
First three to agree upon an answer or first two after 30 mins.

If you feel like it, you can give suggestions about races/locations that you have come up with.

Now, let us begin!

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The year is 130 AD. The Romans have pulled back their border due to increasing hostility from the barbaric Franci tribes. Your frontier post has been cut off from the heart of civilization, and it won't be long until the barbarians realize that you only have thirty men. Will you separate yourself from a floundering empire and create your own dynasty to last for ages to come, or fall to a barbaric axe?

You are Spurius Larcius Varro, commander of a small frontier outpost far east of Colonia (Cologne). Your messenger has told you the news. You are being abandoned. All frontier outposts are to resist and serve as a sacrificial bulwark against the tides of Germans.

You are alone and unsupplied, but the forest around you is full of game and thick with hardy trees, and you have thirty strong men at your disposal. You figure you have two weeks before the Germans make a move against you, what do you do?

>Write in, be creative!

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who is up for another risk game? i fking love risk

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Far on the edges of the Empire of Man, sits the frontier of the west where the wild things live and thrive as others slowly move through seeking their wealth and ancient ruins of forgotten kingdoms long since fallen.

Giants rule the ancient canyons, Tribes of Orcs and Goblins roam the plains, and other beasts wander the lands between. Though the most terrifying creatures who make their homes in the mountains, forests, and swamps are the Dragons.

Waking from your great rest, after finding this your home you transferred your small hoard and thought yourself in due time for a long rest moving far from your sire's territory where he had complete dominion. Something you sought to one day obtain in your own lands.

Now...the Question is what sort of Dragon sired you, and what kind you are to control yourself as well as what type of home you live in.

A: A Red Wyrm: A Mighty Dragon, one of the largest and strongest with breath of flames. Frequently ignoring magic due to the impressive strength and power of magical breath. Living within Mountains brings in conflicts with other races, but sometimes alliance can be made.

B: A Black Drake: Living deep within the shadows of the swamp lands, and swimming as much as flying in your land Black Drakes breath an acidic and horrid painful venom into fierce contracted lines.

C: Winter Linnorn: An offshoot of the Dragon, Linnorns live in the northern tundras and mountains, lacking wings their other abilities of magic and cold breath compliment one another though creating tunnels more easily found deep below.

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Only Rule:

Play as a real historic New World civilization.

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Three days notice, standard issue fifty levels of nondisclosures and vetting interviews something new. You worked for The Organization for a little over two decades and not once were you granted a meeting with The Board. if the dark room where the supposed board members using voice modulators could be called a meeting. they wanted everything to be kept in house and very hush hush and had decided you were the man for the job.

The Organization has long had a shadowy reputation. For the most part being viewed as a PMC or security analysts, but they had their fingers in many pots and this new operation had something to do with their lesser known branches.

It was some sort of off the books research facility they wanted to keep off the books and especially out of the hands of governmental and oddly enough religious organizations according to the many gag and summary termination clauses in the paperwork filled out. you would be handed a dossier with a fuller detail on what assets and personnel you were going to be administrating.

Administrating... this would be a nice change of pace to your usual work for The Organization. Hopefully it would be for the better, but first there was one last form to fill out...

How many times do you have to fill out the same data over and over again. its not like it changed from the last twelve forms.

>Name [____]
>Gender [M/F]
Previous Position within The Organization
>Trouble Shooter (When TO had a problem well its self explanatory)
>Resource Management (You kept lists, lists of many things)
>Public Relations (No press like good press)
>Human Resources (A place for everyone, and you put them there, whether they wanted to or not)

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The sun rises on your third day of life. In the past two days you have grown exponentially and now weigh 700 chitinous pounds. Your spike claws are serrated and the size of scimitars, and you have grown a large third lung to help you hold you breath under water.
You have used vines to craft a necklace out of the asteroid that created you, which has granted you speech and much increased intellect. You gained you first worshiper, who is now busy trying to recruit others to worship you and is sowing rebellion among the other penal workers to try and get them to turn on the kings soldiers and stop the destruction of your forest. He will not return until nightfall, so you have the day to yourself. What do you do?
>Hunt to feed your massive bulk
>Explore and search for any other races that live in Your woods.
>Try to find a new home to house your size
>Other.

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"It's okay Aya." You tell her with a smile. "I'll be back for sure tomorrow." You tell your childhood friend.

"You better!" She snaps at you. "It's... It's a bit scary here..." Even though Aya had a reputation of being mature in school, she was surprisingly childish. "It's scary in the hospital..." Aya shudders at the thought of ghosts lurking around the halls. Unfortunately for Aya she got into an accident. It was a horrible accident. It was a miracle she even survived that car crash.

"Eh? What are you talking about? Hospitals aren't scary!" Fortunately for Aya there doesn't seem to be any long lasting effect, however for the past month, she has been staying at the hospital to recover from her injuries. Coupled with the fact that she needs to undergo rehabilitation to get use of her legs back, she is slated to be in the hospital for a long time.

"But... But people die here all the time don't they? There has to be spirits lurking about..." To calm Aya down you go up to her and pat her on the head.

"It'll be okay Aya." You tell her with a smile. "Anyways, I have to go back home, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye bye!" She says with a smile. As she watches you leave she calls out to you. "Wait! Anon! H-How's school? Are you preparing for your college entrance exams!" Her eyes told you that she felt like she was being left behind.

"Of course."

"I see..." She smiles melancholically. "Do you... Do you think we'll still be able to graduate together?"

[ ] Tell her the truth. She probably won't be able to get out by graduation time and even if she did, she won't be prepared for final exams or even college entrance exams.

[ ] "Everything will be okay Aya." Encourage her. Dodge the question.

[ ] Write-in

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The rain lightly brushes up against your skin as you stand under the flickering lamp post, tapping your foot impatiently. You grip the brown hat sitting atop your head as your eyes glance down at the gold wrist watch strapped to your wrist. The time on it read out to roughly 7:45 PM, about an hour after you were supposed to meet your uncle's "friend". You click your tongue as you stare at the dull light shining above you, sticking your hand back into your jacket pocket.

Your name is Antonio Romano, a young man around the age of 19. Most of your life you grew up in the shoddy part of New York, as such in your youth you ended up being quite the delinquent. You've become an expert pick pocket, and a master of slight of hand. A short while ago you were caught attempting to lift from the store that you worked at, and were promptly fired on the spot. Your mother, desperate to get you another job, refereed you to your uncle.

You don't know much about your uncle, other than he deals with... Illegal businesses. It's an unspoken rule not to talk about him, or his activities with the mob, unless you need some favors. After all family is family, even a man like him had to look out for his family.

Just as you were lost in thought, you hear the sound of an automobile parking in front of the newly paved streets in front of you. After a bit of trouble, one of the side doors opens, and a woman leans her head out of the door frame. She appears to be dressed in a black suit that's unbuttoned at the top, as well as a low cut black skirt with jet black stockings underneath. Needless to say her style of dress is what one would call seductive. Her blonde hair is tied up into a bun, while a pair of thin frame glasses rests on the bridge of her nose. "So you must be Tony, correct? Sorry that I'm a little late."

>[] Complain about her lateness
>[] Tell her it's alright and get in.
>[] Ask her name
>[] Write in.
Replies might be slightly delayed. Options will be settled by a majority vote.

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Welcome to Sunday Night Loser Fight Tonight we're in for a treat!

For the first time ever, by popular demand, two Human representatives will be participating in the slaughter!

Isn't that just super!

Last time we decided on the first human, this time we'll be picking the second. Just like last time, we're leaving the selection up to you the viewer!

Here are the categories! Remember, submit your votes via galactic communicator!

>Please Select a Gender
>HAIRY PENETRATOR or SOMEWHAT LESS HAIRY LIFE BEARER

>Please enter the human's greatest fear! (A series of shock tests will be performed after which the human will be made to forget. The pain will remain for decades!)

>Is the Human more fast, strong, or smart?

>What does the human do all day?

>Do they believe in the Hairy Sky Man?

>What kind of melodic sounds does this Human listen to?

>What is the Human called?

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You are Subject 108, a.k.a. Whirlpool. You are a 'futanari' who suffers occasional lapses in memory and judgement from shifting hormonal imbalances. You are equipped with state-of-the-art technologies from a reclusive civilization that has mastered spatial distortion. You have been sent to the feral planet known as Cymbio IV for a simple task: fetching water, but everything has its details.

Recap: >>138145
After dispelling a tense situation, you agreed to be treated like a lost tourist and was escorted to the reception area of a massive, luxury establishment. You visited the vendor stalls in the Consumer District and fooled around with the shopkeeper before bartering for a WATER SCANNER and a SIX-SIDED DIE. Outside, you accepted the offer of a card filled with digital credits in exchange for delivering a parcel to the resort's chef. However, you discover that your parcel isn't what it seems.
(cont)

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I will start now a Risk games.But this is quite different ffrom the usual ones.There wiil be a bunch of dynamic rules events,and different stuff that hopefully will make the game more dinamic.Plot:
You will star with a nation in the old world in year 1200.Pick any reasonable historical nation, choose colour,name, and place to start.

Rules and tips:
>there will be random events,some are good some are really bad
>all nations in Europe start as christian, all nations in Africa are either pagan or muslim(you decide)
>You can only make alliances with countries with the same religion and you can only make one alliance.
>You can only make one Nap
>When breaking a nap you cannot attack the other nation for one turn.When breaking an alliance. You cannot attack the other nation for 2 turns
>there are two kinds of point in this game roll points and prestige points.In the begining you will only get roll points by capturing cities and resources.After you reach +10 everything else will count towards ypur prestige score.Example:Rome(+10)(12).That means you got the maximun roll bonus plus 12 prestige score from events/and extra cities/resources
>Roll bonus stack to a maximun of (+10) after you reach that any extra points you get will go to your permanent prestige score who in the end will decide who won
>there are no direct roll bonus for forming nations but you can get some randon prestige points if you controll a nation for a few turns.
>to take a city or resource it costs doublee the points the city gives.So if a city gives +3 it costs 6 to annex it.
>Dont star near the map borders, bad things happen there
>Gibraltar bonus in this map is broken an will not be considerated
>Rules are dynamic and can be changed sometimes
>OP will not participate in the game but I might control some randon event nations

I think that is all if I remenber anything else i will post it later

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Pick a color and pick a country from 1200 or EARLIER
No silly meme countries, please

The goal is to reform the Roman Empire by doing what the Romans did:
Conquer shit.

You know the rules, but this is a bit different.
Provinces bordered in yellow are REQUIRED to reform Rome. I will be playing as Roman Remnants to add some challenge.

Extra Rules: You may not start in a country with a golden province
(Exceptions: France, British Isles, and Spain)

>Sadly no nukes, but they are replaced with "plagues". They're basically nukes but only affect a tile for 3 turns.

>To actually conquer Rome or Constantinople, you need to roll a 0 on your post to siege the walls
>Owning a golden province instantly grants a +1 to rolls, unless sieging.

>Once you conquer Rome and the requisite Golden Provinces, you may "reform" Rome and crown yourself Caesar. You must last five turns, as every other nation will automatically declare war on you. After five turns, if you hold Rome and all the Golden Provinces, you have successfully reformed the Roman Empire, and the game ends.