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OH SHIT NIGGER

you were just sitting on this bench minding your own damn business when an explosion shook the building you were in. you look out the window to see a MASSIVE FUCKING MARKER standing in the place of the MARKER RESEARCH FACILITY.

pondering this would probably be the most prominent thought in your mind, but alas, it appears you've briefly forgotten who you are!

so, who are you?

>list name, appearance, and profession

[quest rules:
[There are 2 possible endings, escape, or death.
[roll a D20 whenever you make a command, the highest roller after 5 minutes of the first reply will be chosen.
[ties will be settled by most recent command
[you can and WILL die if you are careless. obviously I will allow some shenanigans but watch yourself here.
[each thread will be following a different person aboard Titan Station during the outbreak
[don't freak out if I don't post after a while, this shit's gonna be more complicated to draw than Neil Mcman and I'm pushing myself
[this is based on Dead space 2 because OP fucking loves that game, so enjoy.

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Your name is SHITHEAP and you enjoy SCREAMING, FINDING SOFT THINGS TO TAKE, MISPLELING WORDS, and JUST GENERALLY IGNORING WHAT PEOPLE HAVE TO SAY- not entirely in that matter exactly, mind you!

In your thought process of remembering who you were, you seem to have forgottnen what you were doing, what was it again?

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I'm not mankind’s best friend
I'm their enemy
I can claim your time
Yet so very few see me
I am beyond the noticable horizon
But very dexterous and many
In having me
Then you have less time
Finding me is the glory of your quest.

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I'm an adventurer. Well, kind of. We've been sleeping in this tavern for like two months now, so 'll give you a quick recap.
I attended college, but I flunked out in my first year. My parents disowned me, and now I travel from town to town, doing odd jobs for coin.
Today, me and my posse are beginning our expedition to find Arthur 'Rattler' McGinty, a spooky skeleton wanted for skeleton-themed dickery.
I have a modestly-sized party, consisting of:

Elizabeth- Owner of the local Pet Shop

Kevin- Pet slime, which I have adopted

Ron- Muscular man impressed by my kung-fu

We've spent all of our adventuring budget equipping ourselves for this expedition. We have an enchanted coin that supposedly brings forth good luck, a small dagger for Elizabeth, a shortsword for me, and a mace for Ron.

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You awake, strapped to an old chair in a dark room. A single, dim light flickers in front of your feet. Eerie, dripping noises can be heard around you.

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>>78796
Thread got killed. Anyways, we are back to our profagonists in the eerie mansion tower.

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You find yourself in a white, featureless room.

What do you do?

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If you were a fan of the last half of my last /qst/ >>22760 then you'll like this, since it's very similar. All images are rendered in source filmmaker.

You are a very lonely raptor.

You've just moved in to your new apartment.

You're currently standing in your bathroom, which you can barely fit in.

A door leads to the living room, although you've already unhinged it multiple times, so opening it is somewhat risky, since the repair guy is scared shitless of you.

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You are Sir Alaric Lener, a newly minted paladin of the Order of Angels.

Orphaned at a young age by an undead horde that ravaged a nearby kingdom, you were raised in their keep's orphanage. Growing up, you prayed that you'd get adopted, but it never happened... As time went on and you went through puberty, you decided that the gods must not want you adopted... so you decided to try and train as a paladin. Eight long years passed under your strict mentor, and father figure, Sir Dorn Graybrook.

You bear a grudge against the undead for what they took from you...You've had nightmares about the rotted faces of your family devouring you alive. You secretly fear that when you finally fight the undead, you'll freeze up. You're also rather stubborn, refusing to give any ground whatsoever.

Finally, you've finished your training, and have been kicked out of Angelis Keep to wander the world and smite evil. How are you equipped? Highest roll decides.

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CONTINUED FROM >>20948

You are Cytosol, a worthless blob in a world of eternal night.

The right half of your body is inside an underground chamber with a large cannon

Your left half is at the save point.

What will you do now?

Inventory: STAR AMULET, BOTTLE, ROPE, APPLES x2, DANDRUFF

Using 2d10, highest roll within five minutes is chosen

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Jason awoke in the now lit cell, his memory still missing... still foggy.... the door opened again, light not as blinding, but still surprising. but instead of a strange alien thing, was now a startling beautiful woman, long brown hair, big blue eyes, she was the deal woman. she spoke in a voice as soft as silk. "Jason, i am here to guide you to your objective." Jason blinked, looked around, and nodded. getting up, he walked towards the woman, and followed her into a dim lit room, Jason thought this was strange, considering the blinded light. Jason tried to speak, but found he couldn't! the woman noticed his effort and giggled, "don't try to talk, your vocal cords took serious trauma when we found you, by the way, my name is Cam" Jason was confused, but he shrugged. "alright, i have to show you the arena, there you will be taught your new powers" she opened a door, and a Colosseum style arena lay out before him, a dark red sky illuminated above him, he was kind of amazed by it. her voice interrupted his thoughts. "alright, you have 4 powers: electromagnetic manipulation, location switch, the ability to turn someone inside out, and absorption, which would you like to try out first?" Jason thought a bit, and the then held up one finger. "number one? electromagnetic manipulation? alright, flick your finger really hard" he did so, and nothing happened at first, when suddenly, a trash can nearby tipped slightly. Cam chuckled, "alright, this time, direct it at something" this time, he looked at the trash can, and started to feel a tingle in his mind, he lifted it up... it started to crush and compact, until it was just a little green ball. "alright, great, next is location switch, try this: look at me, and then imagine i am where you are, go ahead try it!" Jason began to imagine it, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them, she was where he was and... wow, they switched places! "alright, good job, now see that alligator next to you?" at that remark Jason jumped to the side, looking to his left, to see a very large alligator! "imagine it inside out" she shouted. he did so, and then suddenly boom! its innards seem to slowly crawl out of its mouth, as its slowly turned inside out, blood spilling everywhere. it was still breathing! Jason was surprisingly un-phased. "alright, now, grab it, and focus on it!" he hesitated and did so, grabbing it by its tail and focusing, it slowly began slowly morphing into his hand, as his hand began to grow talons and scales. wow! he had an lizard arm. Cam had moved close to him, she said "alright, you have two choices of an assignment, you can go to planet X and fight the fearsome Lizard people, or would you like to fight a god by the name of Xirib?" YOU CHOOSE!

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Original Thread: >>43447

You are Trent Tuler, a man tired with his lot in life, thrust himself into danger and adventure in pursuit of his lifelong dream to become a Superhero!

Can Trent survive this long and arduous road? That, and how he does it for that matter, is up to YOU to decide!

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You, an oppressed landwhale, must embark on a fantastic mystical quest to gain -1000 privilege points so that you can win the oppression Olympics, an event that only happens every 5349 years! Currently, you're sitting at your computer after having posted an amazingly funny post on Tumblr. What will you do next? 0, 8 and 5 decide
>-----------STATS----------
>Privilege Points: 0

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You are a young NIGGER. Yes, I'm sorry; it's harsh to say. But that is what you are.

You have lived on this plantation since birth, and you are pretty sure that you will die on this plantation. You have never known a nigger who escaped. It's not the worst life in the world; your master, Mister Peeblestone, is a fairly kind man. He makes sure his slaves are fed daily, and is generous in the presence of hard work. However, he has two sons: Randall, who is sixteen years of age and a docile boy; and Lumpwick, fifteen years old and rotten to the core. Lumpwick takes incredible pleasure in abusing the slaves behind his father's back, often forcing some of your closest friends to take awful whippings that really smart.

It is your 16th birthday today, young negro. It is a day like any other, but somehow you feel different. Little do you know that today is the first day of the rest of your life- for on this day, fate will conspire to force you on the path to freedom. You will face many trials and travails, but stay strong, child nigger- for at the end of your journey will be a reward more precious than you could ever imagine. It lies beyond a mountain of nightmares, farther than you've ever traveled, but be certain that the suffering you endure will be worth it. Never lose that conviction.

So, young nigger- tell me this first.

Are you a boy, or a girl?

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Comes now the sunrise of time, and the emergence of gods! The universe is still 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 Disparity

>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!