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Hello, dear friends. Gather around, gather around. And let us begin the story of...Itchy Scab. A fine little fellow who lived in a cottage. Itchy was a happy fellow, but todsy, he found out that he had run clean out of bread. So, he decided to make his way to the market.

To your/his left, is the bridge leading to the open world.

And to your right, is the path leading to the village market, and the castle.

Where will you go? What will you do?
Anything within reason is an option, simply ask, and your question will be answered.

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(First attempt at GM'ing and on tablet, sorry for lack of art.)

[I]The ravages of atomic warfare spread far and wide across the United States. Millions of lives shuttered out, only for the few survivors to whither away from the maligned radiation. As much in the new world, the strongest and the fastest, or downright lucky continued on. A few pockets of sentient life remain...But as ever, humanity continues to fight...War..War never changes[I]

Fallout 2 text based civ quest. 1d20 rolls will determine the success of actions. Actions increase with population count.

Each turn is a week. A certain faction has bonuses and differing stats. Posters have the ability to Trip a certain unit with the Faction if they want to RP independent. Ex: Anon takes control of Mechanic Jeff Houston. >Light cigarette and begin repairing Highwayman.

California, Nevada, Oregon, Washington, Indiana, Wyoming, Arizona are the available states currently.

Factions:
>Tribals
>Lobotomites(Big MT location limited)
>Raider Band
>Survivors
>Brotherhood of Steel
>Enclave
>Mercenary Band
>Hubologists
>New California Rangers
>Mutants
>Ghouls
>New California Republic
>Shi
>Vagrants
>Khans
>Salvatore's
>Yakuza
>Gun Runners
>Van Graff's
>New Reno Mob Family
>Custom Faction

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It's been nearly 200 years since the fall of the Kings of Londoran, when their city was broken in to four pieces and their lands split off from the rest of the world and the Horrid Wastes created a barrier to the treasures of old. You have just been born into this world, but where?

(When asked to roll, roll a 1d100 for combat, and a 1d20 for anything else. 1s, 6s, and 9s win as the decision, unless a majority vote otherwise. In the event of a tie, I'll pick what I like better.)

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198X
30 miles East of Yuma, AZ
5 years after the End

Prev thread
>>64847

You are Hank Dalton. You are 22 years old. Last time on The Last Grease Monkey, you:
>Tested out the new 427 in your El Camino
>Stopped to rescue a stranded family
>Killed the devil child who was holding them hostage, unfortunately also killing your driveshaft in the process
>Went to retrieve a CB radio from the family's fucked up station wagon, ended up managing to start it and drive it back
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After a three-minute drive that feels like three hours you pull the smoking, clattering Shitwagon into the gas station lot. After awkwardly climbing out of the seat while cursing Maria's stubby little Mexican legs and pleb as fuck taste in music you notice the buzzard from earlier perched on one of the gas pumps.

You couldn't tell when it was in the air but god damn, that is one big buzzard. Shit, could it be a condor? It spreads its impressive wingspan and takes off over the hills, but not before you notice something rather odd. Are condors supposed to have green eyes? No, no fucking way.

You run over to the ditch, To your relief, Gabriel's body (what's left of it) is still there, though it looks like the giant buzzard punched through what was left of his sternum and ate his heart. Holy shit.

Maria and Carla are fine, neither of them saw the bird. By twilight you've got the CB working. You tune it to Channel 25 and pray that Jim's around and has his ears on.

Roll 1d100

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Old One: >>46685

You enter the 7-11

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if youve read metro books or played game youll get the general idea 2013 bombs dropped in Moscow. IT IS 2014. the United Provisional Government of the Metro has broken apart and each station is a city state. Stalkers have also started to search for supplies above ground. Pigs, rats, mushrooms, moss, and small hydroponic farms have been established. Bandits have also started appearing. However many dangers are listed. Pick a station. at least 2 to play a station need at least 1 stations to start. Goal is to control metro or make safe for as many people. Ask as many questions as you want.

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Old thread: >>68117
http://pastebin.com/T6ntkRnS

Summary:
"Aiight niggas listen up. Its yo' boy Ebony here. We gon' wrap this up real quick, freestylin my nigga."
>You wake up
>Zombies. Slimy niggas, comin' at ya
>Grab your trusty staff
>(Thas me, Ebony. Real OG gangsta)
>Melt those mouthafuckas
>Head for the road, get cold
>Find a farm, a barn, a well
>Lil girl try to fuck you up
>Fuck her up
>Give 'er mercy (fuckin' pussy)
>She joins up
>You go huntin'. Frontin' (like you know shit 'bout hunting, cunt)
>Your bitch-ass can't even kill bambi
>Lucky your boy Ebony's handy
>Drown 'em, cut 'em, gut 'em
>Head back, slimy niggas crowdin'
>Start shoutin'
>Grab the bitches, can't leave without 'em
>Run out back; collapse.
>Some old nigga find you
>I woulda killed, but he nice, he healed you
>Learn 'bout some curse on the land
>Mages and immortality. Same 'ol. Same 'ol.
>He show you his senpai
>They dead, nigga.
>Cannibal niggas come through, talkin' bout doing it quick
>You say you want 'em alive
>Nigga WHY?
>Nigga you such a pussy, you should start suckin' dick
>Anyway. I put 'em to sleep.
>Some die. Ho-hum, like I give a fuck.
>Loot 'em, bind 'em, leave 'em
>Old man starts trippin', talkin' 'bout "No magic in this house"
>And you, like a bitch-ass, agree to leave.
>You want some cheese nigga? Fuckin' mouse.
>Old nigga teaches you some shit. Botany, butchery.
>Can't teach the bitch outya tho.
>Work through the night
>Head out in the mornin'
>Where'd the tied-up niggas go?
>Anyway, tired as fuck
>Some knight-nigga find you
>He french as fuck
>You rest at his crib
>He a templar or some shit
>You wanna see his face (nigga you gay)
>He show you, purple eyes
>He wuz keengs an shit
>Checks if you mage or not
>You not. He cool. He lit.
>And here we are mah nigga.
>Now you all caught up.

Regarding the summary: I'm sorry, I couldn't resist :^)

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Hey guys, I wanted to try a cultural evolution, promise I will be active for most of the day today.

Next post I will be dropping culture sheets, tribe bios, and a group map.

General Rules:
> 3 to a tribe, will start when every tribe has at least 1
> Every turn you can make one culture, tech, or action move
> Culture moves evolves, or creates, a new cultural trait for the tribe.
> A tech move advances the technology of a tribe. Must evolve from prior technology and be appropriate to the environment of the tribe.
> An action move can either be exploring a region, building structures, trading with tribes, etc. Any move thats not culture or tech can probably be action.
> Every tribe has a bonus move they can make if they choose to do so. No tribe can trade their bonus move for another move.

An example of a cultural evolution is:
>Tribe ABC resolves conflicts with fists
>Tribe ABC's leader is the best fist-fighter

Claiming begins now. Tripcode so I can keep track of you

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Recap:
You're a Biotech student and Bot-battle enthusiast who has awoken in a post-apocalyptic world, were you're last normal human alive. Other species of Homo Sapiens now populate the planet.

- The "beautiful" Nypmphs: Descendant of the rich crowd who favored gene-modding themselves, and therefore, have survived the biological warfare and artificial diseases without needing to depend on treatments.
- The stoic and strong Titans: Descendants of Super Soldiers, mass-produced superhumans to be used in the war.
- The powerful and wise Witches: Originally human, they originated from your time, before the apocalypse, and have sustained themselves until now by bio-engineering themselves to the extreme, and "eating" other humanoids to replenish their tissues.

Characters:

-Red Witch: The first witch you met, and an expert in mechanical technology. Enthusiastic, arrogant and self-centered. Stole Witch-technology from Blue to make her what she is now. She has a harem of Nymphs which she uses as lifestock, back at the city.
-Blue Witch: The inventor of the Witch technology, and living patron saint of the Titan village. Old, patient and maternal. She is an incredibly powerful, but crippled ally, who needs to rest often due to her self-sacrifices for the greater good.
-Black Witch: One of Blue's former apprentices. A titan-witch. Tina's mother and an expert in psychology. Loving and kind but Machiavellian and cold to achieve her goals. Obsessed with the mental limitations Titans have, such as being unable to lie, and their lack of individualism.
-Jenny: The closest thing you have to a daughter. Has a child-like passion, and loves books, but he can't read. She is a Nymph you've rescued from being fully digested by the Red Witch, and you've spent a lot of time trying to reverse the damage she has sustained.
-Pampi: Blue's current apprentice, and your main aid in healing Jenny. Insightful and affectionate, but easily gives into pressure. Ridiculously proportioned Nymph, and one of your lovers.
-Keiko: A gigantic Nymph/Keiko mix, larger than any other due to liger-like hybrid vigor. Naïve and impulsive, but with a good heart. Finds you immensely attractive because you're neither a Titan or a Nymph, but "right in between".
-Tina: The Black Witch's daughter. Ambitious and insolent. Currently, the only Titan who can lie.
-Titan Elders: Religious group of aged titans which live underground, take care of Blue, and lead the younger ones above.
-Rodri: Gruff titan who went with you on an expedition. A trustworthy man.
-Adam: The leader of the Red Witch's Nymph harem.

(cont)

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“I never thought I would have found myself so far away from home. In such a deep, thick forest where sunlight can barely reach. Off in the distance I could hear the war horn sound. The elven army was in retreat. Their evacuation, cut off. All that remained was for us to march on their homes, and finished what we had started. This settlement was one of the few that still remained on this side of the continent, and one of the last battles to be fought on our campaign."

"I held no hatred in my heart for the elves, the war had begun well before I was even born. I only found myself in this battle for the sake of my family. The king’s army traveled door to door, collecting any able bodied men they could find to “ensure their absolute victory”. This war had become nothing more than a slaughter, and I often question what crimes could be committed that would warrant the destruction of an entire people. It was expected of us to cut down men, women, and children in their homes, as they fled in terror, lest we be cut down ourselves for failing to serve this great nation of ours. I had been spared the grim duty of slaughtering the innocent up until now, But ones luck can only last for so long.”
Enter the world of Leo Cassius, A boy stripped away from his home and his simple farm life to serve in a war he knew little about, and fight for reasons he didn’t even believe in. Now he must fight for survival, from both friend and foe, or merely end up as another statistic in a century old war.

The army had been stretched thin, to ensure no stragglers floundering in the woods would be missed as the village came into view. It was a small settlement with huts and houses scattered around in disarray, weaving in and out of the forest they so deeply revered. Leo nervously felt around his pockets to ensure his equipment was still in place, A piece of red chalk to mark buildings that had been cleared, a knife secured to his belt, and several lengths of rope and hooks tucked away in some pouches. Sword and shield in hand, He finally came upon the first set of homes, as his brothers in arms began to close in and circle around the settlement.
>Enter the small hut on the left
>Enter the home to the right
>Continue down the path, observing the surroundings.
>write in

Voting will last 5-10 minutes based on number of replies, will explain future mechanics [rolls] as they come up.

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I'm gonna try to do this and we will see how it works.
You are an orc warlord, an old member of a tribe who was proficient enough to be raised to a leadership role among one of the elder, or leading, tribes. In this world, Orc culture is made up of several tribes who band together into clans. Each tribe usually has a specific trade. In simpler terms, they are like guilds but much more in depth, taking total control of orc lifestyles. These tribes usually follow a singular tribe of elders, who lead a clan of several of the other diverse tribes.
The idea behind this being mass specialization leading to unrivaled power.
Your job will be to band together trustworthy advisors from your old tribe (Of which you will choose what your trade was) and unite various tribes in order to create a diverse and powerful clan capable of surviving in this world.
You will also choose your starting environment, being either Forest, Hills, Mountains, Swamps, or any other ecosystem you can think of.
Also pick a name

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Part 3: The Twins and the Daemons.

You may be in trouble.

Of course, may is not the same as are, though it is a little stronger than could be. You are currently under an escort of three military guards, who have not bothered to do anything resembling “arresting you” and a pair of twins that are enhanced, and have ties to what they call a 'daemon' named 'Demogorgon'. You don't know their names entirely, except for their last and a nickname for the one who sensed a psychic probe you cast out.

Airy Vaux, who calls herself The Cortex, seems to be in command of this small brigade. While she demonstrated mental enhancements and seems to be in charge, her sister is definitely the more aggressive of the two, and she is keeping the peculiar monofilament weapon in hand, though turned off. The guards, despite how well armed they are, do not have their weapons out; in fact they seem to use the weapons more to paralyze and stun the public into helplessness and remove them from combat.

It has something to do with what have been referred to as Splinters, one of which has invaded the station, and attracted the attention or is somehow causing an imminent collision from some object in space. Two other sets of twins have been sent to deal with it – one pair have been sent to use another daemon named Sytry to deal with the incoming object, while the other twins (rivals of your hostesses it seems) have been sent to coordinate a hunt for the Splinter.

Despite the seeming emergency situation the station is in, the Vaux twins are taking you to Central Command, where the Galactic Defense Force seems to be housed in this station. This is largely because you've taken a close semblance to the grand-daughter or niece of an Amberite noble who has been using this Shadow for some time. You claimed to be an alien (true) who means no harm (probable), and proved your claim by using your mastery of your own body to defuse a malfunctioning Governor inside the head of one of the security troops. He barely survived the operation and is in medical care. The security troops apparently all have these devices, meaning they are effectively enslaved to the will of whomever can command them, and at the moment that seems to be these twins, who are members of the Binary Stars (presumably along with the other two sets of twins who were very similarly enhanced as the Vaux twins).

They haven't searched you, which is good, because your nanomachine tool is currently serving as a very thin but voluminous cloak, inside of which you have hidden the hologlass identity card of your 'benefactor' and the new hologlass identity ring of his daughter. You've altered your current look and biology to deviate from hers enough that she popped up on the search, but you were clearly not her. Especially since she's out of system. You also still have your Trump Deck and your weapon.

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The sun lies heavy on the horizon now, sinking down ever so slowly as dusk turns into twilight. The sound of birds and beasts grows faint and distant 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 filled 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 dancing with a mixture of fascination and gluttonous desire as Galblassa turns the spits of roasting boar’s meat once more on the rack.

Tap-Tap-Tap

Tiny boots tap impatiently away on the log beneath her while the fire slowly sears the blood red meat 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 meat. 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?
> [] Try your hand at cooking
> [] Talk to those around the fire?
> [] Who?
> [] Other

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