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A light flashes amidst the abyssal black that envelops the world, but it dies almost as soon as it appears. You felt heat grace your skin before it went out, was it…flame? You try to open your eyes but they’re sealed shut by something.

Using your ears, you can’t hear anything out of the ordinary; doors slamming, drunks yelling at each other in the local pub and puking their guts out by the gutter, local thieves boasting to their fellows about deeds committed and items taken by the manhole entrance across from the pub, the sound of metal striking flesh within the homes of reputable men and women. Nothing out of the ordinary for a night watchman, especially not for a veteran of said craft for as long as could be considered respectable.

You try to open your eyes again, but they refuse to open. Another light flickers into existence in front of you though; it seems to be stronger than the last one. That smell, a match? You feel something close to your ear begin to make noise.

You can hear the street whisper to you, her beautiful range of voices from the sharp sound of shattering beer bottles to the frantic staccato scurrying of innumerable dog-sized rats in the alley-ways and sewers around you. You don’t need eyes to identify her presence; nobody who’d ever been born on Eighth and Glass had ever needed help knowing when she was around. The smell of decaying corpses and despair always helped of course; the aroma of released bowels belonging to the recently dead was really just a bonus. And every fiber in your being is calling for you to run, to escape; hell even to suffer anything other than the fate you know is right behind you.

One last try, you promise yourself. You give everything you have into forcing your eyes open, and-

Your eyes are greeted by a blinding flash of light; which after a few agonizing seconds of brightness adjustment by your pained peepers you understand is a result of staring straight into a lantern.
You avert your weary eyes to the lantern’s carrier, and you are met by the welcome sight of your-
Wait that can’t be right…..
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A voice reaches you as you refuse to look up at whoever is holding up the lantern.
“Can you remember anything? Sir, please look up at me I don’t have a clue how to deal with this shit!”
“Shit, shit, shit, uh, try to talk to me if you can sir!”
“How do you like your eggs?”
(You may want to consider this carefully…)
>Sunny-Side Up
>Scrambled
>Hardboiled

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I have been drawing a manga for a while, and I had become a pretty much decent mangaka. The problem is that I can't compete with other mangaka's drawings. Plus, I have a really limited schedule now. I came here to ask if you think it's a good idea writing a book with several drawings instead of drawing a manga.

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Twitter: @BeleagueredQM
Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/FEc6v8FP

Threads 1-10: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Beleaguered%20Prince%20Quest

Threads 11+: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Beleaguered%20Prince%20Quest

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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.

Archduchess Aleksandra pours over your scouting reports. Every now and then, she sets the reports aside to make some notes on her maps. Although you weren't able to conclusively finish your finish, you do know how Archduke Viktor gets his luxury goods and medicines. That's more than enough information to give his army a few wounds, assuming the Archduchess can find some way to use it. After all, those roads aren't exactly accessible to you. If they were, the Archduke wouldn't be using them to run his supply lines. That's not your problem though.

"I think I can work with this," Aleksandra says. "Thank you for your efforts, Gwain."

"You're my employer, Archduchess." You shrug. "I'm only here to accomplish your orders to the best of my abilities."

"Most mercenaries would be here to get paid," Aleksandra says, "but I appreciate the sentiment nonetheless. Have your soldiers recovered?"

"They're ready for battle."

The additional supplies you requested have arrived, and the merchants were quite pleased to relieve you of some of your spare loot as compensation. You haven't sold off Meuric's sword yet, but his soldiers had some decent equipment. The bloodstains just need to be scrubbed out.

"That's excellent news," Aleksandra says. "I'll see if I can find an appropriate task for your company. In the meantime, you can stay on standby."

"Yes, Archduchess."

Until you receive your next orders, you're free to do what you want.

>Spend some time with your soldiers.
>Spend some time with Myrddin, Olwen and Delyth.
>Go sleep somewhere.

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Last time on Towergirls: >>83441
This time:
We have saved a myriad of Princesses. But now we find ourselves in a soiree that is not all what it appears. Inside a great dungeon, you and your Slime Princess have been trapped. You must enlist the help of the Warrior Princesses and the ancient artifacts to stop whatever evil the hostess is planning and free yourself plus your princesses!

Your cart can still only hold 8 people/items excluding yourself.

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Let's give this another shot from the previous thread that somewhat trailed off. Starting with what already happened.
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The sun lies heavy on the horizon now, sinking down ever so slowly, inviting dusk to turn into twilight. The sound of birds and beasts grows faint as the stars continue to peak their way through their vaulted veil, lazily filling in constellations in no particular order amidst the blue, orange, and purple hued skies above. An occasional one darts as it makes its decent toward earth while you watch, finding some lucky lass or lad in need of a wish. Truly a thing to behold, an unending muse that many a bard had leaned on in troubled times-

Tap-Tap-Tap

Of course, some people’s eyes were decidedly earthbound at this exact moment, a certain little girl’s among them as they dance with a mixture of fascination and gluttonous desire at the spits of roasting boar’s meat Galblassa is presently turning on the rack.

Tap-Tap-Tap

Tiny boots tap an impatient beat on the log beneath her while the fire slowly sears the blood red muscle into a shell of grey and brown, fresh picked herbs mixing in with the fatty grease smoke as it rises toward the heavens and into her appreciative nostrils. You catch even Yesh stealing longing glances as the food sizzles and crisps, though he’s quick to pretend he has other things on his mind when he thinks people may be casting a glance his way. For good or for ill, you find yourself unaffected by the siren’s song of sizzling pork. After all, even if they did toss some meat your way, it’s not like you’d have the stomach for it.

You are Lee: bard, lover, fighter, and more recently numbered among the walking dead. After returning from your trip seeking a surgeon, you set about trying to unravel the mysteries of the magic that made you, hunted down a truly massive boar, and are in the process of safeguarding your lady’s recently recovered daughter and perhaps the fluffy, long eared companion she’d more recently come into possession of.

> What to do?
> [x] Try your hand at cooking
> [x] Talk to those around the fire?
> [] Who?
> [] Other

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Feel free to familiarize yourself with the deep lore of Wizard Quest with the following link to the archived Part 1.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/84719/

You are a novice wizard. Your purpose is, as of yet, unknown. You are a strict carnivore.

Your quest will continue where it left off in just a jiffy.

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Lets get this party started.

Character Gen begins:
>Chaos Space Marine
>Disciple of the Dark Gods

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Aand we're back.

Old Thread = >>97387 (am i doing it right?)

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Sorry about last time, was planning to go much longer but had to stop, anyway be on for a long time tonight!

So where we left of the Slavs had created new tools for farming, production, and weaponry. They are also recovering from pellagra as a result of eating corn meal without certain nutrients.

The farmrekt tribe has planted potatoes, beans, and squash, however the beans are doing so well because they dont have anything to grow on... sticks would suffice, but maybe maize?

The radicals have discovered gunpower and are going crazy with bombs and planting crops creating a population boost.

TURN 12 START RESPOND HERE FOR NEXT TURN

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Old Thread: >>94435
Pastebin pt2: http://pastebin.com/pVDaw1sr
Pastebin pt1: http://pastebin.com/T6ntkRnS

Summary:

1:13 And upon the bed our hero awoke and saw the dead rising and used the great power of his staff
1:14 And a blast of flame did come out of the staff
1:15 And the staff was called Ebony, for it spoke in the black tongue.
1:16 And the fire was too strong and it burned the whole house of him, that is our hero, and he ran and his dog with him.
1:17 Then the man and his dog came upon a well and a little girl. And the little girl harmed the man and the man the girl.
1:18 And the name of the girl was Dolores and she was like unto the daughter of the man, though daughter she was not
1:19 Then the man shewed mercy on the girl and gave her of his rations and fed her. And the girl was thankful and joined him. For she was sore afraid at the evil that now befell the land and had no protector.
1:20 Then did the man hunt deer in the forest and when he returned, the girl and his dog were in danger and he took them and ran
1:21 And the man collapsed and an old man of one leg and white hair, found him and saved him.
1:22 The old man was kind to the hero and to the girl, for he had dug graves for all those he loved.
1:23 And then did the bandits come to the old man and his home and seek to eat the flesh of the old man all that lived beneath his roof
1:24 And the hero brought forth his staff and smote the bandits. And the hero tied them up, not killing them, for he wanted to question them in the morning.
1:25 But the old man was angry at the use of magic. And though the old man was kind and merciful, still he could not allow the hero stay in his home. For he abhorred magic, with bone and blood.
1:26 And the old man taught the hero the ways of the flora and fauna. To skin meat and to find vittles in the forest
1:27 And in the morning, the dog and the hero and the girl left the old man.
1:28 And the bandits which the hero had tied up, escaped by the morning, so that the hero did not know where they were


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Due to the fact that the old Pokemon Risk OP is dead, I've decided to start my own Pokemon quest.

Welcome to Root Island, where there are 13 territories- each with a tribe that controls these areas.

Your first order of business is to choose which tribe you control- these are the areas of which each tribe corresponds to:

BROWN - Vulpix

RED - Pichu

LIGHT GREEN - Butterfree

PINK - Trapinch

TAN - Primeape

VIOLET - Natu

LAVENDER - Zubat

BLUE - Glameow

GREY - Yanma

LIGHT BLUE - Nuzleaf

GREEN - Spinarak

ORANGE - Spheal

PURPLE - Sandshrew

Remember, certain events may happen, new tribes may arise, interbreeding may make new Pokemon, they may even come from the oceans surrounding the island. Choose your actions wisely among each other.

Popular vote determines which tribe you shall control

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Comes now the march of time, and the emergence of gods! The universe is still fairly new and in constant flux, with various gods appearing to attempt to bring order to the chaos... or not. However, can they get along and cooperate to bring the cosmos to peace and harmony, or will they tear it and themselves apart in conflict?

This is, The Age of Unification

>Choose a name and become a God, and roll 1d100 to speak the WORD and make things happen.
>Anonymous players form a Choir to praise or scorn the works of these Gods as they see fit.
>Every god must list their primary domains(max 3) and gets to assign 30 points between them to be used as a bonus for rolls related to these domains.
>They additionally get 5 points per subdomain of these primaries to assign to their subdomains as they see fit.
>Any divine actions made (creation, destruction, etc...) that's entirely unrelated to the gods' chosen domains receive a penalty of 20 to all rolls.
>Each god additionally has a "Mantle of Power", a title that reflects their true divine self and a single thing that only THEY can do.

And don't forget to roll a d100 when choosing your god and domain, to determine your initial divine power!

>Ere the two suns rise, and shine light upon the young universe!

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You stand in what has recently become your cell, in some dead-end country town in the middle of England.

Your name is SULLIVAN SINCLAIRE, but your fellow members of the QUASI-MOB just call you SUDS.

You're well known by your brethren and the police of NYC for your tendency to always have a few sharp ends hidden about your person. These country bumpkins have no idea who they're dealing with, of course.

You are here with a purpose: Bust out your two fellow quasi-mobsters before the FEDS arrive to pick you all up.

It's currently 12:15 AM, and you have until dawn before the feds arrive.

What will your first course of action be?

(Majority vote within 10 minutes, though I may overrule this if I see something I really like.)
(Roll a d100 so I can determine what to pick in the case of a tie.)
(Rolling 95-100 will result in a critical action, the higher the better.)
(Rolling 1-5 will result in critical failure, the lower the more severe.)

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You wake up and realize your Keemstar,
what do you do next?

roll 7 on 2s6 to decide

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It's been... A year, you think, since the world as you knew it abruptly came to an end. The sky burned as mankind's greatest achievements tumbled to the ground and the earth cracked, shattered by armored boots that left nothing but death and destruction in their wake. Thousands... millions of people died in just the first three weeks as the invaders shurgged off everything that we threw at them. We sacrificed much just to buy ourselves days, then hours, then simply minutes. Soon, the satellites that had barely kept us in the fight started going out, one by one.

You, however, were one of the survivors. Whether it was a blessing or a curse... well, that's a question that's kept you up at night more times than you can remember by now. You were more than just a survivor, once. You sigh, shaking your head, as you...

>CHOOSE ONE IN EACH CATEGORY

[ ]unfold the picture you always keep in your jacket
[ ][blue}sigh, as you hold your locket tight[/blue]

and...

[ ]put your rifle away. It's gonna be a long night.
[ ]sheathe your knife. This should hold for at least a while...
[ ]try to get that fucking generator to work. It's not that messed up, damn it!