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There's blood in your mouth. You try to spit it out, but more replaces it. Your ears are ringing, blocking out all other sound... no, wait, that's the alarm. You try to move, get your bearings, but you don't have any power. Slowly, your eyes come into focus, shaking off smoke and fire.
No arm.
It's the first thing you realize, that your entire left arm is missing from the shoulder down. Perhaps fortunately, the scream that rises in your throat is choked by blood and you pass from panic to zen acceptance by the time your coughing fit dies down.
The other reason you can't move is that you're trapped in rubble from the waist down. This is the data grail room, you realize, officially the Embarkation Room, but nobody calls it that. As your focus clears, you begin to see it clearly - the black shadow sweeping through the room, pouncing from wall to wall, falling on anything that moves and rending it apart. The noise would make you sick if you had the energy for it.

... want to live?

The words aren't spoken, aren't heard, but you understand them clearly as they ricochet around your head. Of course you do.

Then, reach out your hand.

It takes you a moment to get the kind of mental clarity you need to do something like that, but you eventually manage to raise your one good hand. The black shape notices, its edges swirling and sizzling as it turns towards you, two bright lights in what must be its head blazing as it locks onto the target. It lets out a noise like a tiger's roar run backwards through a dialup modem and pounces towards you...
... but as its arm descends, someone stands between you, stops it flat; the impact makes a shockwave that rattles over the room, pushing away spark and surge. You look up at your savior, and you see...

>... a girl in ornate armor and riding boots, wielding a long polearm.
>... a woman in magitech dress, her staff tipped with a ruby wrapped in gold.
>... a mysterious blonde in casual clothes, holding a golden sword.

Since I probably won't use bold in text, *preferring to use asterisks because I'm a pleb and JQOP is a huge influence on me*, I'm basically going to use it as OOC, for giving non-narrative feedback and/or clarification. Speaking generally, I don't believe in rolling dice. Usually, I'll present a few options as well as a "freeform" choice; if there's no freeform choice given, then you're limited to the options given. Obviously, I'll go with whatever has the most votes, but I try and work in bits and pieces from other votes as well if they don't go against the winning vote, especially with freeform decisions.

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What is Anon's quest? It's a quest where you can roll 12 different classes. You get to roll 1 dice 12 for your class and after you roll 3 dice 20 for female party members, you can adventure with 3 maximum. One's anon quest can be a different than another anon. They'll have a different party with different encounters and different stories, depending on what your party members are, it can become chaotic when you get to roll party members with different natures like Succubus and Sage girl or Drow girl won't be very much cooperative. I'm quite lunatic and it can take me more time to come up/draw with something, so sorry I apologize in advance.

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In this text based adventure game the goal is to experience a normal day.

Before awaking to the world you are in the midst of a dream unlike any dream you've had before. You try to wake yourself up.

If the first roll is above 50 you are trapped in a nightmare.

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Some neer-do-wells have stolen a few old frigates and plan to lead a life of piracy with their help.
You have been contracted to troubleshoot the situation, namely find the bastards and shoot them. Try your hand in a space battle!

Joining is simple. Just think up a name for yourself and your ship, put it in the name field, then copy the stats of your ship into the body of your post. Then read the rules in the pic related and declare your actions!

(Diclaimer: since this is a beta, there's only one ship class available at the time)

Beta-class frigate

Thrust: 1 hex for 2 AP

HP 13
System thr. 10/7/4/1
Action thr. 7/4/1

Systems:
Light Railgun F - M to hit 4/7/5/2 dmg 3 at all ranges
Light Laser FPSA - L to hit 6/4 dmg 2/1
Fire Control
Engine

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Welcome to Cult Evolution, the game of MULTIFACETED GROWTH. In Cult Evolution, you will control both a small but growing cult, interact with other cults, and watch as your cult's culture grows and changes with the years as events force them to grapple with new introductions to their worldview.

You could have part of your cult split off due to a religious or cultural schism, you could create a harmonious society based on brainwashing, or a harmonious society based on fear, or somehow get to Freedonia.

We will begin by creating the cults.

Go to
https://en.shindanmaker.com/497807
for your aesthetic.

Then go to
http://www.heromachine.com/heromachine-3-lab/
to create a picture of your cultist(s) based on the aesthetic link.

Any number people can control a cult at a time. This will require teamwork and consensus for optimal enjoyment. (Please, report shitposting.) We will begin when at least five players have assigned themselves to a cult. Cults are assigned first-come, first-serve.

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Continued from: >>17924

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Stand your ground, kill a Dindu and win your day in court!

You are about to go out on your neighborhood watch duty and you need to chose what to bring with to protect you. Entire game played with 25 sided dice

you own

A Hipoint c9 (GLAWK FOWTY) stealth holstered 24 upholstered 18, reliability 13, stopping power 19. capacity 8

Glock 19 Stealth holstered 24 upholstered 19 ,reliability 24, stopping power 19, capacity 15

ar 15 stealth 5 reliabilty 23 stopping power 24 capacity 30

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Slowly, your world slides into focus.

You struggle to your feet, or at least try, but just sitting up from the cold metal floor is struggle enough. A trickle of blood escapes your nose as you do so. You realize you've got blood on your face, on your clothes. And on the floor, of course.

You feel like someone popped your skull open and took an electric mixer to its insides. Bit by bit, you regain sensibility to your fingertips, which were feeling numb and cold at first.

It's dark in here. Not absolutely dark- a wall-mounted display has a few lights, some fixed, some blinking, some blue and some red. Enough to barely see by, as your eyes adjust.

It's narrow and cramped. You're in a very small room, barely two meters by three. Metal walls, a metal door, metal crates and boxes, a large metal locker opposite to the door. A couple brooms, a plastic bucket, bottles of detergents piled in a corner.

A dull, low-pitched humming noise fills the background. You smell blood all around you, but that's hardly unusual.

As you manage to stand back up, you notice two white, humanoid shapes sprawled by your feet. Two corpses, clad in white and blue uniforms. Just like you, you realize.

Your head is a mess. Thinking hurts, and your heartbeat is going insane. You instinctively clench your teeth and fists, and let the spike of adrenaline wash over you, forcing yourself to calm down.

Something is going horribly wrong.

>Beat your fists on the door, call for help.
>Check the blinking instrument panel.
>Try and turn the light on.
>Inspect the bodies.
>Search the room, take stock of what you have.
>Get a grip on yourself, try to remember.
>[Other options? Feel free to suggest anything else.]

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You are an anon, you have just discovered the new board: /qst/ - Quests, what do you do
>A: Follow the rules and enjoy the rather difficult questing on your Chinese picture forum.
>B: SHITPOST TILL YOU ARE BANNED AND THE BOARD IS DED
>C: Subtly shitpost the board until no one cares or likes it any more like /i/, but remain unbanned from the trial-board

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You wake up in a frying pain, sizzling away as bubbles of oil bloat and burst around you.

wat do?

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You're King Washington, who resides at the White Castle of the Imperial Capital. You just got your coon sex slave pregnant. What do you do? (all posts will be considers cannon in some form.

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Previously, you did your best to try and settle things with Aash but were interrupted by a sudden move to change boards! Also Quedesh might be invading.

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You are on a quest to get the shoe

Currently you do not have the shoe, but you would like to get it. You need guidance on how to get the show

What will you do?

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You are Prince Meirion auk Gwyrren, the only sane man in a royal family with dubious concepts of strategy, justice, taxation, and governance in general. You have made it your goal in life to keep your family on the throne and your head firmly attached to your body.

You stand at the docks alongside an elaborate escort - guards, servants, flags, the whole ensemble - to welcome your sister Nesta back to the capital. Under your gaze - and the gaze of the gawkers who came by to watch the show - royal marines march a line of captured pirates off the ship and into the carriages which will take them to their proper punishment.

On the ship's deck, your sister leans on her sword and oversees the proceedings.

"Let it be known that this shall be the fate of all those who stand against justice and who dare to harm the people Gwyrddarfordir!" Nesta's voice resounds throughout the docks and receive a swell of applause.

The marines drag the prisoners away and the ship's crew steps off the ship so the dockworkers can take care of the necessary maintenance.

"Welcome back, sister," you say. "How was your trip?"

"It was but a trivial matter!" Nesta plants her hands on her hips and beams proudly. Then she looks at your face and frowns a little. "Meirion, are you sick? Your face looks miserable."

"I've been busy," you say. "Lots of work to do in very little time and all that."

"You should take better care of yourself," Nesta says. "You're the youngest, so you can trust our royal brother and I to look after things!"

If only that were true.

>"I'll take that under advisement."
>"No, if anything, you should be the ones to take a break."
>"Let's just go see father."

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Are you ready to git gud in synth-medieval faux-Miami?

Character creation (up to 3 players)
>name
>class:
- knight
- neonmancer
- biker
- thief
- russian mobster
>equipment
- baseball bat
- sword + shield
- mundane automated crossbow with 10 bolts magazine (MAC 10)
- two-handed sword