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RULES
>Add physical features or cultural traits to the race
>Race can go in different directions branching out
>First post is the name of the race

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starting off after >>29151

You now play the role of Kate. Your average pretty girl dressed in a microbikini who just murdered a gay couple using a box cutter. Your rendezvous with a guy didnt happen. :(

You hear something coming from the backdoor...

Note:Assuming the role of Kate, some careless decisions made would result to prison/death ending

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An entire town, gone. The townsfolk of the small camp of Quinnstead have perished in a brutal massacre.

You've been hired by the local Marshal to hunt down and kill the Indians who destroyed Quinnstead and have been raiding the nearby towns.

But first, who are you?

>Name

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The King is dead.

Having reigned over the lands of Ettra, Secomia, and Nostri, King Adalwolf Ironeye passed into legend. The first lord ever to rule over nearly ten thousand leagues, his absence is an echo that shoots around the world. The Old Empire in the west rots in its final death throes, but shudders to think of a renewed series of raids and conquests against it. The Dorlomi to the south sharpen their axes, anticipating the inner conflicts to come. To the northeast lies the tribalistic Foumekli. Each chief preparing their youth for the coming raids against the Kingdom's folk for their iron and cattle.

Now, despite what those foreign bastards may all think, the Folk are not going straight for each other's throats. Some may hold ambitions, but everyone agrees the wars of the past before Adalwolf left them weak. The realm has grown united, connected, and wealthy. No one wants to go back to the dark days where life was an uncertainty.

But who are you in this story?

>CHARACTER GENERATION
>PICK ONE OPTION

Culture:

Ettran
Inheritors of the Old Empire. When your people defeated the Empire's soldiers, you took more than just their land. Taking on their writing system, economic models, military organization, and engineering you gained much prestige among the folk. King Adalwolf was an Ettran, and your people are the most numerous in the realm. With a strong warrior tradition and new traditions, you have become eclectic masters of the world.
BONUSES: Literate, Well-Fed

Secomian
You hail from the homeland of the Folk. Secomia may be a swamp land, it breeds hardy people. The Ettrans may have roads and fields, but they didn't learn everything upon taking the Empire's cities. Secomia keeps a strong oral storytelling tradition with currently flourishing culture and close ties to the Nameless God. The King may have been Ettran, but he had many advisers from Secomia.
BONUSES: Hardy, Sharp

Nostri
You don't share a history with the Folk that doesn't involve your ancestors and their ancestors fighting over something dumb. Your people, according to legend, started the tradition of raiding. While the Folk practices it, your people live it. Treasure is only a first step however. The Nostri believe in wealth not spent is wealth wasted, and the greatest prestige of all is improving the society. A hunter who shares his deer is far more revered than the hunter who keeps three.
BONUSES: Heritage Weapons, Bilingual

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What the Fuck is this?

A stupid/unintentionally hilarious quest about a boy and his fort.

A quick recap:

>(You) wake up in a jail cell
>You bust the hell outta there, but run into the Captain of the Fortress guard, Nisa Markdawn
>You attempt to grab her tits, but you are flung into another jail cell
>It happens to be the one your sister, Shimmy, is in
>You two decide to escape
>Nisa and her guards bust down the cell door to ambush you
>You accidentally cut her in half with a floppy dildo
>You kill the other guards, loot them, and find a stack of papers written in Elvish
>Dressed up as guards, you escape the prison, killing some animals along the way
>You find yourself in a deep and expansive cavern
>You tell your sister to fuck off and find an elf or something who can read the papers
>You get lost and are REALLY hungry
>Thinking you are alone, you eat your own jizz and piss
>Your sister shows upwith a Elvish-reading hostage and thinks you're a faggot (you are)
>She also reveals that you're a half-muslim cuck child
>You mentally explode
>She tries to wake you up by kicking your dick
>It falls off
>She forces the hostage to read the papers
>She names him "Fuccboi the Third"

So what will she/you do next?

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Previous thread: >>23343

"You SICK FUCK!"

Your bulletshot didn't kill her.

She was bleeding through her back. You had aimed there, since it was the easiest target for someone who was running like her. Carla was on the ground, shivering.

"F-f...fff... FUCK... FUCK!" she yelled out.

Selene had run up behind you, and was looking at the scene was afar. You walked up towards Carla, and flipped her over with a kick, and you stared into her face, impassively.

You aimed the gun to the middle of her brow.

"No, please! H-Help, I... I can, I ca-!"

----

Carla was dead, and Selene inspected her limbs.

"They're really veiny." she mentioned. Carla had muscular dystrophy, and the way she had coping with it until now was with some treatment involving the super soldier technology. The veins had to do something with either condition, since you've seen in her a photo that showed in her a wheelchair, but with no extreme vein spread.

>Consume Carla yourself
>Have Selene, your omnimorph companion, consume her
>Take her to Deerbear, the massive omnimorph you saw in the woods earlier.

>Write in

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>>75922 To the original version

You are Armok, the god of blood. You lead 3 dwarves.

Qruvarbetare: The bronze and the miner.
Smartskalle: The brains and the wood cutter
Tvåkatt: The neckbeard.

Over time, more dwarves will join your fortress, and some will make babies.

2, 4, 8, and dubs will decide their moves.

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WELCOME TO HOTLINE 09 QUEST.

18 years ago, disaster struck. Russia and the United States entered into a nuclear conflict, destroying most of the lower East Coast and Hawaii, as well as some Russian bullshit you don't care about.

RECAP: Your name isn't hugely important at the moment, but you're called Nigress by the person you work under, an individual of dubious intention who calls themselves Abom. They have strange plans for you, and are holding your sister hostage - every mission you do for them, a mission which invariably includes mass slaughter, is put on a timer. Following their orders gives you more time. Being a bad girl takes it away.

You have nothing left, but you do have her.

Your money pile is at around 1500 dollars.
You have two weapons stored, the Baseball Bat (large 1h), and the Monkey Wrench (small).

Your powers are:
Batter Up 1 (Murder - Allows you to wield Baseball Bats as a small sized weapon)
Snakearms 1 (Style - Increase the possibility of knocking an enemy out with a thrown weapon.)
Pistol Whip 1 (Style - Using a gun as a melee or thrown weapon is more effective.)

Your masks are:
Richard (Chicken) is a silent mask. It tells you nothing, and allows you to keep an even keel.
Rasmus (Owl) is a wise mask. It makes you feel like you can see through things. You feel like wearing it may randomly mark interesting features on Abom's maps, but that's preposterous.
Tony (Tiger) is a ferocious mask. When you wear it, you feel a bloodlust overtake you, making it impossible to use any sort of guns but also making you much faster and more vicious.
Aubrey (Pig) is a deadly mask. When you wear it, you always coincidentally find a gun nearby before you go on a mission.
Don Juan (Horse) is a calm mask. It allows you to think faster, but, most importantly, lets you kick down doors cleanly and easily.

LAST THREAD HERE >>19642

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You are a lonely man called Jim and search for friends on the internet.
2/5 wins

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Comes now the dawn of time, and the emergence of gods! The universe is 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 Awakening

>You are a god! Choose your name and identity, and a domain to represent.
>As a god, you can speak The Word, actions which change and shape the universe!
>To speak The Word, roll a d100, with the result representing the success of the action you take. The higher the result, the more successful the action.

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

>Ere the young sun rises, and shines light upon the new universe!

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You are a bored wizard.

4, 5, or 6 decides our goal

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Dredge...

"faen Dredge" You say as if the words came automatically from your mouth, sitting on a tree as you watch a fairly big armada slowly but surely approaching the disgusting pighole you call a village.

"Where you in the right?" an all too familiar voice comes from below the tree you're sitting on

"Damn right I was" you scowl as you spit to the ground "Damn the stubborn idiots that wanted to hole up in this place"

"We could have left whenever we wanted and you know they would have thrown us out any second" The voice says condescendingly as you step down from the tree

"The seed of doubt was planted in my head by those wenches, thank the gods I can see clearly now" You stutter a bit as you realize how useless that expression has become due to the dead of the gods

"Very well, I won't press on." the voice says as it knows that you aren't known for your open mindedness and ease of debate "But what is the course of action now?"

>1. "We gather as many people as we can and we leave, the son of yoxes will owe us for a good while"
>2. "Gather anyone that hasnt wronged us, even if the number is low. the rest can rot in hell"
>3. "We leave. Now"

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZfmqSOr2-NY
But seriously folks.
Previously: >>28598

As you and Akira gallop through the forest you idly wonder just what the hell happened. All you wanted was a nice, uneventful P.E. class. Or at least one where the events were caused by you. You look up at Akira, who seemed to be fully focused on avoiding the trees. Punching him would probably cause you to fly off the horse and crash into the nearest tree, and you were feeling sick enough from the galloping.

Luckily Akira stops in a clearing filled with flowers. There was a huge tree right in the middle of the clearing. Akira lifts you up and carries you right to the tree. Despite your struggling she manages to take you all the way there without dropping you. She props you up against the tree and places both her arms beside you, blocking your escape.

“Well,” Akira said, leaning in closely “We’re all alone my little kitten.”

She gets closer and closer, you know exactly what she’s planning to do.

>Headbutt her

>Slip out of her kabedon

>Fuck it if you’re gonna get your first kiss it’ll be on your terms. GIVE HER ALL YOU’VE GOT!

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>When we left off...
After suddenly having gained sentience in the middle of a harsh hammering by a blacksmith, you discovered you were a kitchen knife. And you then tried to kill a young, lovely couple, but thankfully missed and managed to convince them to buy you. You have now decided to try cook something for the couple, but what will it be?
>[] Cook the piece of meat they bought today
>[] Make a healthy vegetable dish
>[]Cook their own son.
>[]Other: Write-in?
Roll 1d100 for the cooking options.

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Your name is JACK NOIR.

Across a rooftop stands one DIRK STRIDER, accompanied by a small army of NINJA ROBOTS. He aims to DESTROY YOU.

You and your cohort, an IMP named GARRY, must SURVIVE for three minutes and fourteen seconds, before you can be picked up by your ESCAPE SHIP and make it off this PLANET.

STRIDER points at you, and then gives you a thumbs down. His NINJAS advance.

What will you do?

[Combat Commands have been unlocked for: Garry]

OLD THREAD: >>44579