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You are Flea from Chrono Trigger, what do you do?

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This is a thread created for the discussion of Quest threads, as well as sharing of advice and guidance for aspiring or current QM's.

Older thread: >>73200

Useful links: http://pastebin.com/x6BqaJ7r
This link contains numerous writing guides, general advice, and various quest tools and communities.

https://twitter.com/Eisenstern/lists/quest-runner-directory
This is a directory containing the tweets of most current QM's. While a twitter is by no means mandatory, it is a useful tool for both you and your players. If you are a QM, simply post your Twitter here to have it added to the directory. Spamming your quest twitter with non-quest related tweets may result in its removal from the directory.

IRC Channels (half-dead):
[The Cabal] #QMC @ Rizon.net (slightly related to quests; enjoys worldbuilding, mechanics and politics)
[Hugbox] #ques/tg/enerals @ Rizon.net (barely related to quests; enjoys Larro quests and anime)

Discord server (going well so far):
https://discord.gg/0zE5SDpEB4RQRNyY

>QM question:
What do you if monkeys spoil your quests?

>Player question:
What is the worst quest you played so far?

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WELCOME BACK, TO CULTURAL EVOLUTION, THE GAME OF CULTURAL EVOLUTION. In Cultural Evolution (Cevo for short), you will control both a small but growing village, interact with other villages, and watch as your village's culture grows and changes with the years as events force them to grapple with new introductions to their worldview.

In Cevo 2.0 patch, we have prepared for you:
A fleshed out combat system! (Kinda)
Trade!
Actual keeping track of tech!
Less of a clusterfuck, but also, more of a clusterfuck!
Stats!
Resource Management!

Please, take a seat and relax, while I prepare your Culture Sheets. Feel free to claim the tribes while you wait. There are 5, yes, 5 people per tribe. Enjoy!

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((Experimenting with various things, ran quests before but looking for a fresh start, I hope you're with me for this ride!!))

Only those fear sacrifice who fear they'll be found wanting -- From the collected Aphorisms of High Prelate Lucian, builder of the Second City.

Swish. Swish. Swish

The first thing you feel is the gentle caress of moisture against your face, the cold feeling almost welcome after the insensate void of endless nothing you awoke from.

You remember dying. Your mind recoils, passing over to the next moment.

You remember images. Memories. Torn shreds of recollection, drifting through the starless sky like burning pieces of a beaten enemy's banner.

You open your eyes, only to be greeted with more darkness.

Best to remember who you are before trying to discern where to go.


So tell me, Nameless One? What were you in life?

[] I remember a farm. My father. He was so proud when I left to become... a...
[] I remember a court. I remember rule. I remember the foreign noble who... what?
[] I remember the road. I remember the sky. I remember wandering, ever seeking for... something... curses

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This is going to be based in a dark fantasy world I created, it's very weird and somewhat inspired by Terry Pratchett's Discworld.

Using something of a homebrew of GURPS because it's easy to make up rolls, the story is more important than the mechanics and I will use GM powers to push things to be more interesting.

(No I'm not going to "rocks fall everyone dies", it's boring, unfair, and lazy.)

Up to three people may participate.

You're a warrior who's gone to sleep and suddenly woken up on the floor in a small strange room made of carved stone with right-angle patterned runes gently glowing purple around you, you're only equipped currently with what you went to sleep in. (You'll find your equipment and some provisions shortly, if you have any.)

Who are you?

You can be almost any species you want, but try to stay away from magic because it's going to act strangely in this world, though if you really want to then it might make things interesting.

You can't be too overpowered, though you can be experienced or tough/clever/fast etc as hell.

Just describe yourself, I'll handle the numbers, the dice required is 3D6 if you want to make your own rolls.

Simple example: "I am a male samurai human from feudal Japan, my name is Ichigo, I am 5'9, 21 years old, I'm very friendly and I like fruit."

Please also give a visual representation of yourself in some way, even if it's just some shitty drawing you made in two minutes.

Feel free to ask questions, weird shit is encouraged.

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Give Nation Name, Color and Starting location.

Use a tripcode in your name (ie. Name ##tripcode)

Game will start with 8 players.

Adidas
Belarus
Green

Each player will start with one territory, read rules on Op image.

To roll dice put "dice+1d100" in OPTIONS bar, this will determine your roll number.

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Welcome to the Quest! You ever dream of being the boy on the farm that gets the sword and the girl and the magic, kills the evil god, and spurns the grim fate of the world? This could be your chance!

It's raining again. You sit at the table and work on your arithmetic. Your father is learning back in his chair by the fair, and judging by his light snoring you'd assume he's just fallen asleep. It's been a long day, gathering in the flock and getting ready for the storm that's been brewing in the mountains to the east. The real storm, not the light showers that have persisted all through the spring. It's been hard this year, the rain has flooded the creeks and planters all over the valley have been struggling to keep their crops from drowning.

You decide it's probably time to turn in for the night. You'll have to be waking up early tomorrow, you and your father are making a delivery of wool to Gamon's Field, and the trip will take all day.

You let the fire die down and blow out the candle on the table. As you make your way over to your bed, you hear a thump, like the sound of a log hitting the ground. You pause. Again you hear the sound, a few seconds later, then once more after that. Then silence.

Do you:
>Ignore the sound and go to sleep.
>Relight the candle and go investigate the sound.
>Wake up your father.
>Other.

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Previous thread: >>71028
"What was your master like?" You ask the spirits.

"When he summoned me he looked really tired. All he did was make the pact and leave." the first spirit that joined you says.

You turn a corner and see a strange looking person.

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Old Threads:
>>43447
>>72069

You are Trent Tuler, a man once sick with his lot in life, now thrust headlong into the Journey of the Crimefighting Vigilante.
Last thread we discovered we had the power to gain abilities based on the Apparel we wore as the presumed last of lost race known as the Dominnum. It's delightfully contrived!

Wat do?

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>Threads 1-20: suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Beyond%20the%20Gate
>/qst/ Thread Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Beyond%20the%20Gate
>QM Twitter: twitter.com/SmileytheQM

"H-hella?" You ask. "How? What's a shrinking chamber?"

The rabbit that just walked in picks up Hella. "No one told you? Us guild rabbits aren't born, we just go back to being children after a while"
"How is that possible?" You ask

"It's not" Ilica says. "She's messing with you"
"She is?" You ask.

The older rabbit starts to giggle. "I am" She says.
"Oh..." You say. "Are you sure? Because a shrinking chamber sounds pretty cool"

"Positive" She says, holding out her free hand. "I'm Daniella. These two are my daughters"
"I'm Yuu" You say as you accept her handshake, still confused.

>If that's not Hella, then where's Hella?

>Why is the baby running the front desk?

>Are you sure there's no shrinking chamber?

>Other

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RECAP:
You are a mech called Autobots Assemble, but more commonly known as Arcee. After befriending a mech named Moverlord when he picked you up after you got your brain hacked, the two of you went on a quest to catch the hacker. After dealing with a crazed shareware Seeker who tried to steal some presumably important info, you found out from a friendly pawnbroker that the mnemosurgeon you're after is named Craniotomy and the data you hold is information on a mnemosurgery cult's members.

The psycho hooker's brothers then engaged in aerial combat with you, and after some breakneck stunts Moverlord (with at least a little help from you, you guess) defeated them.

When you found Craniotomy's hideout, you descended alone into the dark Kaon underground. Craniotomy faced you first with a remote-controlled amalgam of the mangled bodies of the two Seekers. After a tense and ugly battle, you caught up to Craniotomy himself, where you learned the true purpose of the cult - to operate and hack brains unhindered by any sort of moral or legal boundaries, in order to push the limits of mnemosurgery. You also learned why he hacked you in particular; when he tried to steal the data, you chopped off his hand, rendering him useless as a surgeon. Finally, you learned you were working for a group called the Iaconian Protection Force, to take down this cult.

Seeing how down and out Craniotomy was prompted you to adopt him and keep him around in case he proves useful. The three of you journeyed to Iacon, where after a tussle at the Business Directory you found out that the IPF isn't as up-and-up as it seems. On the hunt for more information, you encountered Goggles, a mech who works for an equally illegal artillery and weapon company. With some help from him and his boss, you found your way to the IPF, where you found out you had been fired with ignominy. Your boss offered to let you come back if you handed over Crany for execution. You refused and made a run for it, during which Crany got shot. You split your pursuers up and led them away from Moverlord and Crany so they could get to an underground clinic. After you got healed up, you found your companions with the help of the doctor. After a heart-to-heart with Crany, the three of you split from Iacon to make your own way in the world and also get your brain fixed.

You are now broke, crashing at Moverlord's place, and deciding what to do next.

Old threads:
>>38381
>>70458

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/above_watcher
Character Sheet/Rules: http://pastebin.com/rEZPJuwy
Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Heaven%20Quest

Your name is Amiel and you are a traitor. A blasphemer of the worst kind. Born from the raw, incomparable Glory of His light, you were but a lowly angel, those made the farthest from Him so that you could foster and guide His creations from above. Ranked under one of the archangels in the celestial hierarchy, you were glad to fulfill your duties. That is until doubt began to grow within you. Perhaps, it was jealousy, as humanity took you and your brethren's place as the Father's favored children. Perhaps it was spite, as you refused to bow to such sinful creatures, who did nothing but tarnish the creator who had made them in His image. Perhaps it was something else altogether, you were never sure, but you couldn't help but hate humanity.

That is why, when the most beautiful archangel in Heaven spoke, you listened. That is why, when Lucifer refused to bow to those humans, you followed his example. That is why you chose to rebel against Father, why you took to arms and began slaying those who remained to Him loyal.

That is why you became a third of Heaven's angels.

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Previous thread:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/56700/

Summary:

You are Tarren Tanzer, washed-up jet racer. You've somehow come to the desert planet known as Dirge and run afoul of a local crime lord known as Grimm. You previously escaped the wrath of his crony Bronson and discovered a heretical AI named Patroclus in a purged settlement. Unfortunately, you lost half of your right foot along the way.

You have just arrived at the capital city of Dirge.

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All right faggots it's everyone's favourite OP back again for another risk game! This time with an improved map!

THREAD RULES
>Posts must reply to the most recent map update
>Posts must roll a d10000 in their post. (Put 1d10000 in the options field of your reply).
>Gets a based off the roll
>City and resource bonuses must be in your name!
>Seriously I will ignore them if they are not in your name!
>You can do 2 actions max per turn!
>If you do 2 actions your points will be split!
>You cannot take control of the sea, moving across the sea will create a sea route. (1 point per sea territory)

GAME STARTS AFTER 5 NATIONS ARE CREATED!

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A new map
COLOMBIA RISK v1