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Rolled 1 (1d100)

Howdy there boyz, name’s Jebediah an’ I welcome y’all to the Wanderin’ Rednecks Quest! When we last left off our motley crew done gone and gott’n themselves kicked outta Nera due to the teensy tiny issue of blowin’ half o’ the king’s land to kingdom come. In the meantime, the boyz headed’d out east for the dusty dunes’a Taben, where Lord Hichi p’esides o’er the land wit ‘is Order of the Silva Scorpion guardin’ the giant colossi ridin’ cities that dot the landscape. Or sometin’ like that, I dunno, never learnt readin’ good. Short while later the crew ended up at the Cliffside in, hangin’ just offa the aforementioned cliff, and bought themselves a rounda cider an’ got smacked right good across the face by an Amph.

Now, as the sit’iation currently stands, there be a Dorf fella primed to take down Yertu, dignitary o’ them Amph lookin’ folks to win o’er his lover’s partnership, and Fermer Brian an’ MC Hammer are talkin’ seeds and other fermer related thin’s.

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Welcome to Bunkerville.
It looks like The Commies really got us this time, guys. We've been shuffled off into a vault of exactly 300 individuals, and can now live out or lives underground as peacefully as one could imagine.
The only issue is that disaster has already struck.
Only a few years into Bunkerville's operation, The Mayor has wound up dead with no proper successor or any formal rules on how new mayors should be elected.
In this, Bunkervile has decided it will follow the old American Tradition of DEMOCRACY!

At the end of every third turn, a party will be selected as the new governing group and be given control of The Mayor's Office.

Turns:
Every turn a party may take up two actions, they can each be one of the following, but each action can only be taken once.

-Occupy Room: Each room takes 2 Party Members to occupy and operate. If a party occupies a room, they can control who gets its services, and who can pass through. If a Party doesn't have enough members, or can't reach the room from their department, they lose control of the room. A Party can occupy any room they can reach without passing through another Party's territory.
*The Mayor's Room requires no Occupation to own and operate.

-Move Department Room: Moves the base of operations for a party to another room. A Department Room can use all of its Party Members when defending, and is where all other occupied rooms must be able to reach.

-Room Sneaking: Parties can dedicate one of their turn actions to pass through one room occupied by another Party.

-Sabotage/Repair: Attempt to cease operation of a room that a Party has access to. This is a 1d100 Roll. The level of success will determine how many turns must be spent repairing for a room to function again.

-Party Recruitment: Attempt to increase a Party's numbers by recruiting members from The Public. This is a 1d100 roll.

-Propaganda: Attempt to increase Public Support for Mayor Elections. This is a 1d100 roll.

-Attack Room: A Party may try to attack an occupied room to return it to neutral territory. This is resolved by a who can get the higher out of 1d100+(Non-Occupying Party Members*Military Power)
OP will calculate the attacks and do rolls.
*If two Parties try to occupy the same room in the same turn, the winner will be determined in this same method.

-Write-In: If a Party has an idea that doesn't quite fit into one of the pre-detrmined actions, feel free to write in what you want to do and OP will do their best to make it a reality.

Why Be Mayor?:
Whoever owns The Mayor's Office can perform 3 actions instead of 2, and gain a +10 to any
1d100 roll for any action. This is representative of using The Public to assist in Party Actions.

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Your name is Owen, a 20 year old guy and suspended student of THU. In the meantime you've gotten a job and apartment in the small coastal town of Diamond Shoals. Having been here a couple months, which as a popular tourist destination is already months more than most, you've gotten a rough feel for the town and its people.

Sunday is a day off for you, and while normally you'd head over to the community center to see about getting in on a game, this time you've got other potential obligations. A few days back you helped a local girl, Sarah, carrying a large number of groceries. You saw she lives in the service house for the lighthouse, you met one of the "women" she lives with, and to thank you for your help she invited you to help her collect sea shells for the coming sandcastle contest.

Having gotten breakfast and your morning routine out of the way, it's approaching noon and you're in your apartment above the bookstore in the closest thing to a downtown. You're wearing your usual track suit as well, just in case you want to go for a run. Without a car you'll probably be running anywhere anyway. What do you do?

>Get your shoes on and go for that run anyway, might as well get some exercise in before anything.
>Head on over to Sarah's house, see about helping with her request.
>Head down to the community center anyway, sea shells can wait and you'd have more fun playing dodge ball or something like that.
>[Write-in]

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"Black Hearts. Cold Steel. Dark Deeds."

These are the words of the Black Company, the infamous band of mercenaries that has been on one side or the other of every major conflict on the continent since its founding.
The Company has seldom cared who they fight for or the cause so long as they are paid, and paid well, when the killing work is done. Though they may be considered by some to be little more than glorified brigands, it cannot be said that the Black Company is not good at what they do.

Recently the Company has taken up a contract with a new employer, one more powerful than any that have come before. An employer with endless ambition, as well as the means and lack of moral scruples needed to pursue it. An employer that pays well...

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Ironback has just pulls Jade to the side after she blunders talking to a guard woman with twisted horns, sharp protrusions on her jaw, and very sharp teeth.

Sir Frederick has yet to comment on the situation.

Hopefully the players and lurkers can find this thread and continue on.

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=Thread 5=
You are Delilah, an unfortunate runaway with a strange and terrible affliction. There's plenty of hate and misery twisting inside of you due to the transgressions thrust upon you, but there is still a sliver of hope. Will you find your happiness in the end, or succumb to the evils of the world?

=Important Info=
Story Thus Far (Raw): http://pastebin.com/WnGZwK04
There will, hopefully soon, be a much easier to read version of this. It will most likely be in a proper novel format!

Quick Glance (SPOILERS);http://pastebin.com/tsrdSPqd
The quick Who is Who and what Delilah has. Mostly accurate.
Twitter; @Cowboy_Sue

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You are a neo nazi NEET from /r9k/, you are in your room.

What do you do?

Posts ending in 6, 7, 8 or 9 decides.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3eP_hTMxoQA

THE THEFT OF LAUGHTER

The Mother Aruset fled from her husband's wrath into the wilderness, fearing for the lives of her three sons. To protect them, she hid each where the Creator's passing eye would not pass. Tyg, the mightiest, she hid beneath a great stone. Kor, the most cunning, she painted with mud and hid amongst the wild tribes. And Cael, the fairest, she placed in the darkness of a hole in the earth.

Tyg, as he held up the stone which would crush him, became strong. Kor, as he learned the hunt, became swift. But Cael was only alone, and only afraid.

As Cael lay in the darkness waiting for his mother to return, a voice came to his mind with the drawn hiss of the serpent.

"What is this broad creature which has crawled into my nest?" the serpent asked, because to her man was an absurdly broad creature. "I will bite, and my venom will kill you."

Cael, in his brilliance, spoke back to the darkness around him. "I have stumbled into your home unwelcome, and deserve to be bitten. But in place of my life, let me instead offer you my words, that you like man might have speech."

The serpent pondered Cael's offer, for his words were quick and like honey. "Your words for my nest. A deal is struck."

And so for two summers while Cael hid from his father, he spoke his words to the serpent, and taught her to speak as he. And in return, the serpent left her nest and found a new place for her eggs. Content, she spoke to herself as she sought prey on the plain.

"What are these sounds I hear, but the voice of man on the plain?" The painted dog had heard the serpent's soliloquy, and followed it. "How is it the serpent has taken the power of speech? Have you eaten a man?"

"No, dog," the serpent said proudly, drawing to her full height. "If I had eaten him, I would have only taken his last words. Instead, I have bartered all of his words for a mere hole in the earth. Now my eggs are laid, and my children also will have his speech. As the ages pass, they too shall have the power of men and their father."

"But serpent, if your children speak as men, will they not also be as broad?"

At this the serpent threw her head back in laughter, for to her men were absurdly broad creatures. Without warning the painted dog lunged, and bit her exposed neck before the serpent could strike. He ate her, and after so doing laughed as well...

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You are a normal 4chan lurker looking through your favorite board, /tg/. during your scrolling through threads you see a thread you hadn't noticed before. It was a sticky informing the posters about a new board, /qst/. /qst/ is a board built for quest threads, your favorite threads on this site.

After clicking the hyperlink you find yourself in confronted with dozens of quest threads. excitedly you pick one

>Evo game
>Fantacy quest
>Slice of Life Quest
>Boardgame quest
>feths threat quest 2two
>Stick Figure Quest XXXII

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Lets start something patriotic

> Choose what the FUCK just happened
> Choose who's gonna help us (3 members)
> Roll 1d50 for state start

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Roll 1d100 to decide/vote on actions.
Sorry if it takes me forever. I'm a slow drawerer and I can't draw so good as other drawerers.

The characters from left to right are:
Lord Master Mr. Josephensen Sir McWangles. Heir to the post-it fortune.
Lady Higglebottom. The dinner party thrower herself.
Ronald Alswin. The self made man.
Jessica Swindelson. Retired actress.

Who would you like to play as?

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RULES
>Keep track of your bonus
>Have GoogleMaps open in another tab
>Be specific, ambiguity will be under OP's digression
>You CAN'T BE IN MORE THAN 2 NON-COMPLETELY filled regions at once.
We'll begin after 3 or 4 claims
>Color
>Capital
>Nation Name

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you're a awkward sea creature thing. what do you do?

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Hello one and all, and welcome to Dangan Ronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc Quest. A quest inspired by the incredibly weeaboo series Dangan Ronpa. You like killing games like Battle Royale? You like Murder Mysteries? You just might enjoy this quest! (I make no guarantees though.) This quest is set at the prestigious Yggdrasil Academy International, where a mysterious set of circumstances unfold. This'll be the first session on /qst/.

Yggdrasil Academy is a prestigious boarding school catering to a specific set of secondary school students gathered from four countries: The United Kingdom, Australia, Canada, and the United States. There are two main entry requirements for this academy. One, students must already be attending secondary school, and be at least 16 years of age. Two, students must be the absolute best at a specific talent out of the combined student body of the four countries listed above. There is no way to apply to Yggdrasil Academy. The only way in is for the school itself to scout you. Because all students attending the academy have something they specifically are the absolute best at, they are referred to by a specific title.

Omegas.

As they're the complete end-point when it comes to students in pursuit of that talent, it's only fitting to call these end-points of talent Omegas. After all, there's no surpassing an Omega.

Our Protagonist, Zachary Lineman, is the Omega Actor. Having spent the last three days together with his fellow class of Omegas under the watchful under the mysterious teddy bear known as Monokuma, Zachary has gotten to know his fellow students a bit better.

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“ETA?”

“Four-point-six-ee minus nine,” Wei answers.

You lift your eyes from the plotting screen to glance at your XO without raising your head. He returns your look with a happy, contented smile, the very image of a competent, eager-to-please officer.

You clear your throat, and pick your words carefully. “The actual fuck?”

He gives you an innocent look. “You don't know scientific notation?”

You do, in fact, know scientific notation. What is lacking at this juncture is a single rusty fuck to give for your XO's antics. “Notating what?”

“The heat death of the Sun,” he illustrates. “About four-point-six billion years. Roughly.”

You let your head dangle limply, leaning your weight on the old map table where your tablet computer is resting. “That bad?”

“It is,” he confirms. “Six hours at twelve knots, any way you dice it. Any faster and we're cavitating. May as well-”

“-blow an air-horn in an auditorium,” you sigh. “Yeah. And if we go deep-”

“Electrics last a little over an hour,” he says, “at flank.”

“And the combination-”

He taps his own tablet once, then hands it over to you for perusal. You glower at the faint glow of the LCD as you flick through several course profiles, combination shallow-snorkling with deep running on electrics, and either one has you several hours behind schedule, or lighting up every hydrophone in ten miles.

“Damn them to hell,” you mutter.