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Hello everyone, welcome to Fate/Broken Destinies.

I had to make a new thread because the other went into autosage. Sorry for the inconvenience, my IP keeps changing. I also had to use a new picture for the new OP.

If you happen to be a long-time reader or just someone who happened to drop by, have no fears, I'd be glad to answer. The jargon can be hard to understand, so the offer stands for that too.

For future references, this is my Twitter:
https://twitter.com/StorytellerTG

You will probably also need the Status Screen, as in the original VN, although not exactly as flashy
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1-TPifOE7xWNiMUfsUM3jULHHK0vvi7n4_5bP4QQfVRE/edit?usp=sharing

We'll begin next post.

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Testing roll

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/BlackCompany666
/tg/ Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Black%20Company%20Quest
/qst/ Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Black%20Company%20Quest
Previous Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/34532/
Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/PZWwFGKT

"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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Twitter: https://twitter.com/bookerman32
Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Dark%20Gate%20Academy
Character Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/s9JM8xxW
Quest Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_2Nj8OxYLTw

Far off, nestled in an otherwise small Japanese town lies the Dark Gate Academy. An institution of tremendous size, the Academy holds a long kept secret. Unknown to the outside world, this unseemly town is home to a tear in our reality. A gate between our world and a bizarre dimension known as the Darkworld. The inhabitants of this hellish world breach this gate and attempt to flood into our reality and spread throughout the world on a regular basis. However, the Dark Gate Academy is home to students of truly extraordinary abilities. The ability to sense the presence of these evil Darkword creatures, and defeat them in combat, sending them back through the gate.

They cannot close the rift between our world and the Darkworld, but the students and staff of Dark Gate Academy have dedicated their lives to using their amazing powers to hold back the darkness that plagues our world, even if it costs them their lives. They have risen up to the challenge and in secret have become great heroic defenders of the world as we know it.

You... are not one of them. You are a transfer student. There was a bit of a mix-up.

>Previously on Dark Gate Academy...
You met more of your classmates. You also collapsed on the roof after having strange visions.

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Hello, My name is John Titor I am stuck in time on my travel back to 2952 to change history so that World War III started by a Traveler to 2560. I am the only time traveler to exist until 2022. Ill tell you how to time travel, who wants to be the one to invent time travel?

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You are in a very spooky room what will you do?

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You are a knight.

You are still on a quest.

previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/8272/
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/41990/
character list: http://imgur.com/a/rUrrA

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Hello and welcome to the third installation of Shadowrun Quest !
Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Shadowrun

We have some new rules on the quest after a popular vote to switch from d100 to rules light Shadowrun !
Rules in a nutshell http://pastebin.com/ReTT1NP6
Frazzle/Balthazar's character sheet http://pastebin.com/MSTzSmdU

You are the Great Naga Balthazar (or Frazzles to your close friends), and moments ego you were enjoying a tasty steak cooked by your ward/owner and daughter of the -now presumed dead- CEO of the megacorporation Ares Macrotchnlologies , Alina Knight.

After an assassination attempt on your owner, you realized the paradise resort you have spent the last week was a deathrap for highly ranked Ares personel. After storming the boat of the mastermind behind the attack along with a team of hired shadowrunners, you found out the reason behind the attack. It was orchestrated by the Ares Internal Security Services, led by the nephew of Arthur Vogel, the second largest stockholder of Ares.
Apparently, the middle man from A.I.S.S. was acting under some insane orders that Alina, along with everyone else in the island resort, were infected with CFD, virus based on nanomachines that slowly override the host's personality with that of a malicious AI. Combined with the fact that her father's shuttle crashed and he is considered dead, you clearly saw a conspiracy aimed at the takeover of Ares.
Currently you have decided to join the shadowrunners (who are rightfully pissed at being the pawns in a megacorporate scheme), and you are on their (recently stolen ) yacht, on your way for Hong Kong. Alina plans to do temporarily enter the shadowrunning business to fund her imminent revenge against Vogel.

>cont

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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.

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 most fear the players will do in your quest?

>Player question:
What is your quest-related guilty pleasure?

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Your head is killing you; A burning sensation that sears itself into your retina even as your lids clench shut in a desperate effort to block it out. Attempts to roll away from the light resulted in something markedly less than success, and no amount of discontented grumbling was making the problem go away either... It was too early, you decided, to be forced to deal with something like this.

"Asche..."

Your hand groggily flopped out of bed, groping roughly in the general direction of the sun in as plaintive a manner as you could bring yourself to slur. Your throat was parched, and even that minor reverberation in your throat was enough to bring the unwanted beginnings of a headache to bear.

"Nn."
"The day has started."
"Nn..."
"You have already slept in. It is after noon."
"..."
"The deadline is approaching, Irue."

"Nn?" You pause, one bloodshot eye groggily prying itself open to finally peer into the hellish glare of sunlight cheerily streaming in through your bedside window and directly onto your face. As expected, even in your addled state it is easy to pick out the silhouette of your m/aid and confidant standing near that miserable portal of light.

"It has been a month since the proceedings. The officials require your decision."

The spark that runs down your spine at that realization called your body to jerk up in an adrenaline ridden shock. "Nnyaugh!?"

"You spent it drinking."

It is a titanic force of will that is marshalled through your body as you force your unresponsive body to shakily leverage itself out of the twisted knot your sheets had become. Your pillows were completely missing at this point, a fact that was unexpectedly distressing since a cursory glance around your room confirmed that they weren't even within the premises anymore.

Still... You spent an entire month drinking? That can't be right, you didn't even have any alc-

Your eyes land balefully on a familiar bottle, its obnoxiously smiling mascot beaming up at you from the three-quarters drained container.

One bottle couldn't have lasted you all month, though. It's not like they were strewn all across your room or anythin- Oh Wisp preserve, they were. Where did you even get this much? Why hadn't anyone tried to stop you?

"You were very insistent on sharing."

...Against your better judgement, you actually took a moment to glance through the portal of hellfire that was shining into your room, only to see several of your peasant knights passed out in your yard. You tried to ignore the occasional glint of sunlight reflecting off of bottles in the grass as you just stood there and let your mind try and salvage some form of coherency.

"...Are they alright?"
Asche simply stared.

You spend several seconds more, watching as one of them started to roll over and vomit onto his friend's leg.

>Remove Faedka.
>Where are my Testament?
>I need water.
>What's Carona need?
>Am I forgetting something...? (write-in)

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Live our your fantasy of conquering the known world!

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Zombie Apocalypse thread!

You wake up in your room to the sound of your mother screaming your name for help. In your groggy state you shake off the fog in your mind and decide to

A: Get dressed (Fighting in your boxers gives you literally no protection)
B: Look around the room for something to defend yourself with (Fighting with your fists will do little damage)
C: Rush downstairs and improvise once you see what the problem is
D: Custom Choice

Name: Anon
Occupation: Student
Status: uninfected
Health: Normal
Clothing: Boxers
Weapon: None
Name? Vote pending

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Hello all would-be adventurers, I've come to impart on you a story of a great hero. From humble beginnings to incredible power, our hero rises to the challenge. But I get ahead of myself.

Our story begins in a dark cell in an underground prison, Bleakpoint Containment, the center for all of the most heinous criminals. Our hero was arrested 2 years ago, on suspicion of involvement in a plot to assassinate the king. You still maintain your innocence, yet the truth is unce.
Your cell is not much to boast about. You have but a pile of hay in one corner as your bed, a bucket for your waste, and a puddle formed from a leak in the foundation. Having nothing else to do you gaze into the puddle, and remark to yourself:

>Damn am I handsome(male)
>Damn am I cute(female)

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A scream awoke the boy from his nap taking him from the clear green of his dreams to the rusty red of his reality. His hunger told that it was time for evening meal, and the end of another day. He looked over to the scratches on the wall. Time was important to him so long ago, but it was forgotten with everything else. Test Subject E3626 replaced his name, iron bars became his home, malnutrition stole his body, and loneliness took his memories.

Two of them enter, the newer one carrying the bowl of stew and bread. The senior one held the keys and a bird cage.
"This wing of the lab is...was special. Charlie kept all of his private experiments in here. Gods, I miss the weirdo."
"What happen to him?"
"You see that brown stain on the ceiling?" said the older one as he opened up the boy's cell.
"Yeah."
"That's Charlie. Happened about three months ago and you are his replacement."
"Shit," said the younger one as he placed the bowl on the floor. He then points to the boy, "Does that mean he's mine then?"
"Sure, just go over Charlie's notes before you try to do a controlled experiment," said the senior as he dropped the bird cage next to the boy. "We got another wing to feed before we can go home so move along."

The boy waited until he could no longer hear their footprints before looking at the cage. Inside was a glove that he feared had a disembodied hand on the inside. The cage itself had misty runes that floated around the bars.
Choose (roll d100)
>Inspect the glove
>Inspect the runes
>Ignore it and eat dinner

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Welcome to the World of Cachow! You're almost ready to embark on your journey, but wait! You need a name and class, first! Dubs decides name and 8 decides class.