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You are now a sooper spooper skeleton. One of many. Now, spoop the protagonist and claim your destiny.

1, 3, 5, or dubs decides action.

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You have just awoken from a slumber of unknown length. You find yourself in a small room. You are currently facing North.

You think for a moment and ask yourself "Where am I now...?"

>0,1 and 2 decides what happens next

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You are a Goblin.
Vile, sneaky and stupid creature. Hated, despised by almost all races, you're killed on sight in most places and chased away everywhere else. It's an hard life, full of violence, death and slavery. Orks will uses you as canon fodder for theirs war against humans and elves, dwarfs hunts you since a long time and other goblins will probaly try to scam you or kill you to take what little you possest.
Yeah you are a goblin. But you are a lucky one and in you're little brain, you forsee your fate. A great destiny, you'll be a being respected, feared by all !
The Goblin King !
Or at least you'll find a mage who will morph you into a dragon... Yeah... a dragon !


Frist of all, let's decide what weapon/equipement our little green one has. The highest score on a d20 from the five first Roll will see his choice made reality. Remember the story is set in a medieval era. You can give him a speel if you want – warlock goblin can be pretty cool ! But you can give him only ONE thing.

PS : I know the art is not perfect, it's not meant to be, i'm just having fun.

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Waking up, you find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile.

God, your head is killing you.

What do you do?

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You are Obon, son of Dudu Oson. He led the Ubumbik Tribe; a tribe of very wise people, they put mud on their heads to keep cool. Unfortunately Dudu Oson was murdered in cold blood. You are now the leader of the tribe.

Continuation of >>36873
Previously on Dudu Oson Quest:
You met several battalions of evil white devils but have conquered them all in the name of Dudu Oson. Armed with the white's technology you set sail as a pirate and try to make a name for yourself.

>>63597
In the new world you'll need to be able to blend in and converse, so you ask your white slaves to teach you their customs. After several weeks of training you and Ujurak have learned to speak Spanish. This buff raises diplomacy by 3.
You've been sitting in the middle of the sea for about a month now without travelling and your food supplies are thinning. Your men and the black slaves have been consuming the dead bodies, but the white men refuse. Several have died.

What do you do? Roll 1d100

You have 3 boats, 27 tribesmen, 37 slaves, and 7 kids.

Obon, The Kangseeker
Diplomacy: 6
Strength: 10
Intelligence: 6
Health: 34/40
Penis: 9"
Level 13
Equipment and Buffs:
Blessing of Dudu - Dip, Str, Int +1
Crown of the Ubumbik Tribe - Dip +1
White Man's Tongue - Dip +3

Ujarak, The Slave Boy
Diplomacy: 6
Strength: 2
Intelligence: 4
Health: 14/20
Level 1
Equipment and Buffs:
White Man's Tongue - Dip +3

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Ariana Grande giggled as she pranced out to the Celebrity Deathmatch arena, listening to her teenie bopper fans screaming their name as she got into the ring. Waving her hands like a debutante she gave the fans what they wanted, a sample of her voice as she took a deep breath shrieking as she blasted her fans in the crowd with her powerful screams, causing their ears to bleed, shamelessly showing off her powerful vocal cords as she waited for her opponent.

>who is her opponent?

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Rolled 1, 3 = 4 (2d6)

Attack and Defend v0.01kek

-roll two dice
-the high dice is your lifepoints the second lower dice is your attackpower (f.e. Rolled 2, 5 = 7 = 5LP 2 ATK)
-declare attack on rolled anon with your drawn weapon (size 400x400)
-defender have the possibility reduce incoming dmg by counterdraw within 3 minutes

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Let's have a newt Adventure.

This is a newt.

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Ok /qst/ lets have a little DnD rpg sesh going, you control this stick figure and right now he has a staff, tell me what you want him to do and I'll tell the story as he goes along.

Rules:
1) No suicide
2) Has to make at least some sense

Story so far:
You are a young man who has recently left his home in Littlebrooke to go on an adventure through the wondrous land in which you live. Armed with only a staff and rudimentary knowledge of how to use it, you stand at a crossroads just a ways out of town.

To the right lies the city of Greypeak, the human capitol. To the left stands the murky Black Woods and untold danger... and treasure.

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You stand on the face of a giant ornate clock, every tick escaping into the nothingness surrounding you.
It feels as if nothing happens for the longest time, before a voice shakes you, reverberating through your essence.

"Many chances we have given, you have taken none.
Now your time has passed, and anothers journey will soon begin."

There is a silence, and you try to respond, but when you open your mouth, no words come.

"Although your journey is at an end, your duty is not yet fulfilled. We offer you a final choice:
Guide this new one, or face nonexistence.
Choose wisely."

The clock chimes, and its face begigins to rumble. A crack forms down the centure, slowly creeping towards you as the rumbling intensifies. The crack opens into a fissure, widening beneath your feet, and you begin to fall down into the nothingness.


You wake up in the middle of class, pretty hazily. You don't remember much at all, and you have a headache. Looking down, you see a blank test. It takes a second to register, before you mutter
>Oh, shit

The two people sitting to your left and right glance up, and they both stifle laughter.
Those two people, you realize, are your best friends, and if it weren't for the incredible headache, you wouldn't be blanking on their names.

To the left, the guy who's been your best friend since grade school, and your D&D partner since middle,
>(Roll 1d6, first 6 names him)

To your right, a girl who helped you branch out socially, and kept you from being completely autistic in high school.
>(Roll 1d6, first 1 names her)

You look at the test. You haven't even written your own name. You try to think of it, but it's just too hard to focus with this fucking headache.
>(Roll 1d6, first 4 names our protagonist)

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You're a down on your luck mercenary, fired from your previous company for accidentally killing another merc. With little in your pocket and little in your stomach, you have decide to do some freelancing.

But first, what do you look like? the more specific the better.

Please do not however that i'm not very good at drawing and everything will be done in ms paint, lest you can suggest another program.

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You are running through the six with your Booty- O's with the New Day at Philadelphia. Suddenly, John Cena appear's out of nowhere and stares at you. He just lost his belt to Hornswaggle and was forced to be a jobber for
Roman Reigns. What do you do?

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>-"Well that was a fun thread!"

>>>/v/336611114
>>>/v/336616384
>>>/v/336624702

>-"But I almost forgot, would you mind helping me with my chair so I can go sleep anon? I'm a bit scared of doing it myself"


What would you do?

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oh shit whaddup!
its dat boi, the best unicyclist frog on the planetet.
today you have finally fallen out of style, and as a result, you lose your income of government memebux.
its the first time in months you had ta actually go outside, boi, whatchu finna do?

>gather all the murderweapons lyin around yo house!(roll 1d10 for scavenge!)
>getcho ass on dat unicycle dere and preform on the streets!(roll 1d10 for exhibitionism!)
>Ruminate on your faded dreams. (roll 1d10 for no reason!)