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Sipping from a bottle of your preferred drink, you listen to a portable radio atop your roof.

Says that the end of the world's over. There was widespread panic for a few months when this shit all started out, but the end had barely hit the outskirts of your small rural town before THAT was over. Army should be rolling in in a day to wipe out the last of your troubles, and from there it'll be... Business as usual, you guess.

Guess your home was never one for following fads until it was too late.

>What, exactly, was this world-ending threat that your city barely got to even notice, let alone fight? Hell, who are you and where do you live? What's that you're drinking?

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>Free form quest in Warhammer 40k

>loosely based on not exactly 40k

>First post gets unless goofy as fuck

You awake on an unknown starship the room is dark you don't see anything except a 4 ton steel autodoor directly in front of you. In the distance you hear guttural growls and screams as well as gunfire.

>Go

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Welcome to Tarzan Quest. You are Tarzan, king of the jungle. Or what was the jungle. Now it's just a bunch of 3-star hotels and parking lots for mini-malls. The last thing you remember was that you were in the middle of protesting deforestation with a bunch of hippie-looking shitheads when you fell into a hole.

What do you do, oh great king of real-estate?

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GOTTKAISERIN

October the 3rd, 3rd Year of Anno Domina. The 16th birthday of Madoka Kaname. Aachen Cathedral.

Seated on the humble yet grand Throne of Charlemagne, Madoka Kaname releases a nervous breath as she surveys the entourage that line the red carpet before her.

Gathered before her, were the Ten Viceroys of Earth, the Viceroys of North America, Europe, Japan, Oceania, Russia, South America, the Middle East, Africa, India, China and the Imperial Administrator of Gliese 832c.

It was not her choice to be coronated. It was the work of an ancient conspiracy that demanded that she become the symbol of the most violent and zealous political cause in the history of humanity, a cause that waged total and complete war against those they deemed the enemies of humanity.

It was under this cause that, although she did not know it, 4 billions human beings were culled. She did know however, that under this cause, the barely stone-age planet of Gliese 832c had been conquered, the Puella Magi of the world were rounded up, chipped and pressed into state service and that a war had been declared on an alien species, the Incubators.

The Incubators are a species of xenos that took souls from little girls from the formation of the Puella Magi contract, but most importantly, according to the conspiracy, undermined the development and empowerment of humanity. This formed the reasons for their casus belli: "The Incubators have wronged humanity and thus it has become our mission to free humanity and the universe from their misdeeds, through all means possible."

They were the Illuminati and she was under their control.

But then again, it wasn't like she was entirely forced to do it.

She had to do it. She was obliged to. In the name of minimizing the damage and savagery of the conspiracy, she had to accept the the position of symbolic monarch. As a symbol, if nothing more, she had to rein them in. She had sympathy for their struggle due to what she had seen. However, she also had sympathy for their victims, who in the name of what they believed to be a righteous struggle, smote their enemies cruelly, wrathfully and merciless, in the names of freedom and justice.


However, this isn't the tale of Madoka Kaname alone.

In the three years they had risen to power in, it had become the tale of 4 billion human survivors and the millions of stone-age reptilian people of Gliese 832c.

You are:

[] Junko Kaname, Viceroy of Japan and Steward of the Galactic Empire
[] Hildegard von Mariendorf, Viceroy of Europe and Chancellor and Regent of the Galactic Empire
[] Reinhard von Lohengramm, Marshal of the Galactic Empire.
[] Paul von Oberstein, Spymaster of the Galactic Empire
[] Octavia von Seckendorff*, Indoctrinator-General of the Galactic Empire

[] Ferdinand Leichhardt, Imperial Explorer with extreme bad luck.

(OOC:* bear with me on this one)
OOC: Every session, you get to play one different character. Mass roleplaying-questing, if you will.

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Go from a bum on the street to leading the fascist neo nazi movement in the united states.

you are some bum in new york, it is time to make something of yourself! do everything you can to bring back the nazi regime. you win when the nazi's rule the world, you lose when you die

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Something rumbles and you stir. All around you is darkness, but there was movement. Something, something has happened.

But what it is, you don't know. For now, you reacquaint yourself with the object that holds your spirit.

[] A knife
[] A ring
[] A bracelet
[] A small pendant

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Your sordid past has finally caught up with you, you no-good scumbag! You've been sentenced to seventy years, and after only a week you are already going insane with desperation to leave. You've resolved to escape this prison and flee the country, no matter what the cost is. But how? Entire game is played with a 20 die.
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You wake up at 7AM as you are called out of your cell for roll call. Your asshole is still sore from the rape last night. As you sit up, Jamal kicks you in the face climbing down from his bunk. You disregard it and go outside and wait. You're mind wonders back to the disastrous defense you mounted where you loudly proclaimed to the court....

"PEDO PRIDE WORLD WIDE!" (Charisma: 15/20, Sneakiness: 15/20, Combat: 4/20, Notoriety: 8/20)
"14/88 GAS THE KIKES RACE WARS NOW!" (Charisma: 5/20, Sneakiness: 10/20, Combat: 15/20, Notoriety: 16/20)
"INFORMATION WANTS TO BE FREE!" (Charisma: 10/20, Sneakiness: 10/20, Combat: 5/20, Notoriety: 4/20)

Oh well. You look around. The guards doing inspection carry a flashlight, a baton, and wear a blue uniform with steel-toe boots. At the end of every line, there is a guard armed with a rifle, but is otherwise the same. You, like the rest of the inmates, wear an orange uniform. There are three floors of cells in this unit. You are on floor two. In the center of the unit is the common area where the thug life can be experienced for four hours a day. Through large opening, there is a hallway that leads to various other places.

Inspection over, you go back into your cell. It's not your floor's turn to have the commons yet.

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A sharp intake of breath passes the old woman’s lips as she tenderly undoes her patients bandages, her wrinkles seeming to deepen and the hunch in her spine grow more pronounced as she looks at what lies beneath.

“Not good… not good…” she tuts to herself quietly, clawed fingers rapping against the table as her assistants grimly stand by for their orders. With a long pause and a sigh, she finally delivers. “Galblassa, get the syphon, and Yesh, I need you to start mixin’ up a batch of sap as fast as you can.”

“Is there any way I can help?” you finally interject, taking a few careful steps from the wall in the tiny, over-crowded room toward where Cassandra still lays in a heap.

“Just get the little one, outta here,” Shasa says. “This ain’t gonna be pretty.”

“Mama…”

It’s funny how much goes unnoticed with a preoccupied mind and no sense of touch. You hadn’t even realized until that very moment how a tiny hand had been wrapped around your own for who knows how long, a small shoulder resting timidly on your femur.

You are Lee: bard, lover, fighter, and more recently numbered among the walking dead. Of course, at this point you’ve probably spent far more of your relatively short unlife sprinting rather than walking, whether it was charging head first into a battle versus a squad of holy men or then running through an apparently demon-bear filled forest to acquire aid for an injured mother, you’d had precious little time to spend idle. Now comes another great challenge, how to address the tired, moist eyes now pitifully staring up into your empty sockets.

> What do you do?

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The rules are listed on the image.

Prepare for BATTLE!

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You have awoken in an unknown apartment. Your curly hair feels like a mess, despite it always looking the way it does. You don't really care that much, though. You're pretty used to waking up in odd places, more or less dazed as of current.

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"Thou shalt handst over the Pipe for shall deliver it to the Crimson Harvst!" This horned, flying banana seems trustworthy! But would would the Not-not thing had a hand in this? After carefully measuring the risks, you...

>hand him over the Pat-pat Pipe.
>obliterate the banana.
>wake up.

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>Alice Lucienne Liddell
>17 years old
>You have schizophrenia and chronic sleeping disorders
>You take too many sleeping pills
>Opening your eyes, you find yourself...

Roll d6 dice to decide where you wake up

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ITT: we occupy a land in this map and make it our territory.

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>You have had enough of the bullies
>You get a baseball bat
>You hit one of them repeatedly till their skull cracks
What do you do next?

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This is not how you envisioned your friday night going.