I thought it may be fun to find out if the mods think that player driven storytelling is cool too.
You fags want to play risk?
let's try it
>>10610
This fag wants to play risk.
>>10610
I WILL PLAY IF YOU ABSTAIN FROM PLAYING IN YOUR OWN GAME, AND KEEP YOURSELF TO MERELY MANAGING THE GAME.
This is a quest set in the world of Wildblow's "Worm" web serial, in which heroes and villains battle for the fate of the city, and for street-level drug feuds.
We follow James Case, a young man with newly discovered powers…
~
CURRENT MONEY: 755.32$
CURRENT FRUSTRATION: 1
~
After being left in the lurch by Decider at the beach, you had decided to head back home. The rest of the garbage-pickers seemed more than capable of finishing the cleanup without you once the main attraction had gone. The jog back to the apartment wasn’t particularly long, even after taking a more scenic sort of route along the oceanside.
You leave your wet and sandy runners at the door, moist-socked feet leaving phantom-like prints on the laminate floor as you make come back into the apartment. Damp hoodie draped over a chair, you follow it and sit down with a glass of water and some Triscuits. You check your phone, it’s just a bit after 1pm. You start to wonder what you’re going to do for the rest of your day off.
>Call your contact in the fighting rings, try to track down a fight.
>Find Blowout, try to determine his next move.
>Delve further into costuming and equipment.
>Spend some time at home bettering yourself and looking for different martial arts classes.
>Write in?
HYPE
>>7829
>Spend some time at home bettering yourself and looking for different martial arts classes.
>>>/tg/
They aren't deleting quests, just run on /tg/
OOC: Well, let's try this I guess! Oekaki is encouraged. Girls do their best, so please wait for drawn updates.
Your name is Remilia Scarlet, and you are the owner and head of the Scarlet Devil Mansion.
The night is still young in Gensokyo, and as the full moon rises overhead the mansion, you raise from your cushioned coffin. You open up one of your red eyes, looking around the room as you let out a rather uncouth yawn. It's rather uncharacteristic for Sakuya to not show up on time. With her time manipulation and how strictly she keeps the fairy maids in perfect tempo, Sakuya needn't have any reason to be late. Perhaps you've woken up too early?
Inside your bedroom is, of course, your coffin, which rests on top of a pink cushioned bed with several scarlet and blood red drapes surrounding it. There's also a mirror, which you aren't sure why you keep in here in the first place, along with a makeup kit on the table it rests on. There is also a table with a Western floral designed chiseled on the side, with a rather plain lamp sitting on top of it. You've never found a reason to be more fancy with lights. Sometimes, simple is best. There are also several paintings on the wall, namely of several devils and vampires, along with a portrait of yourself. As of right now, it is currently dark due to the fact that your house does not have that many windows. Why would you have one if your room anyway? You're a vampire, for God's sake!
As of right now, this is all that you can see in your limited dark vision. You've yet to decide how your day shall go, but fate is all but yours to manipulate.
>The night beckons, and you belay its call no longer. How shall you start the day?
>>2098
>OOC:
Stopped reading there, use spoiler tags like a normal human being
>>2098
I sincerely doubt this will go anywhere, but I hope to be surprised.
>drink some tea
Uuuu~ Uuuu~
You are a tief; a horned, hardy race of stalwart and strong people, but generally dull. Not stupid, just dull. They find little reason to do anything beyond eat and sleep. Traditionally, the few that do have this sort of initiative are forced to lead the village and get everyone to do things. They are druids and warchiefs.
But this tradition is ending, supposedly.
Your village recently fell under the jurisdiction of a guy calling himself the Iron Stag. He went over to the human lands for a few years, and came back wanting to change this island to be more like the humans. You honestly don't care. Never met a human in your life.
Until a few moments ago, actually, when the most rotund woman you have ever seen in your life barrelled into your longhouse and began tearing shit up. She knocked you out cold in one punch. When you woke up, she was gone, and everyone else had a flattened head. You WERE supposed to command the small army here to attack a nearby village, but it seems like your entire attack force was wiped out by a fat lady. On top of that, she took your drugs, and, she killed the messenger who gave you orders from the Iron Stag.
Your name is Haeya. You're strong, hardy, but not the sharpest tool in the shed. You were a warchief, but you relied on drugs to give you the focus to think clearly in intense situations. Now, you have none of that. You have a great hammer fashioned form a petrified tree stump and the clothes on your back. That's all that's left. And almost all your social connections seem to have been completely severed in thirty seconds flat.
What do you actually want to do?
>I'm going to fucking kill that landwhale
>I need my fucking drugs back, I can't think
>I want to keep to my cause and attack the village as planned
>I want to kill this Iron Stag douchebag cause fuck him
>Fuck this place, I'm getting off this island
>I just wanna to just leave life and commitments behind and be a bumbler
>Writein
I need my fucking drugs back, I can't think
Drugs first, everything else second.
>>1573
>>I need my fucking drugs back, I can't think
"Wake up Çokaeslome, we have to keep moving"
You open your eyes. Before you, three Wood Elves carry many objects that could be used to trade, although most of the weight is carried by a poor donkey. Behind you, one of those cannibalistic tree-humper pokes you with his(?) spear to make you advance. Your head hurts and your right arm is bandaged. You don't remember anything, but you are sure that this Elves are not here to help you.
But first, you must remember.
>What is your name, Dwarf?
Clark Kent
>>19520
Whitestone "Chalky" Treefeller
Dick "Small" Pocks
You are a seed.
Up until now, you have remained dormant in the ground, content to rest snugly in the bosom of Mother Nature. But the sun is shining, the soil is moist and full of nutrients, and it's high time you got around to making something of yourself.
The first question being, what are you going to make? Since you're no kind of seed in particular, I'd imagine you could grow into whatever you set your mind to.
>>18423
I'll grow into a God.
>>18423
start growing
>grow into a humanoid sentient plant that can walk
>>18423
grow into a bigger more superior seed
Right, so, imagine that Europe, from our world, did not just play host to humans, but to all manner of fantastical creatures, imagine Roman Emperors consulting with Sphinxes in Egypt, Imagine the walls of Constantinople garrisoned with an army of Golems, Imagine Stonehenge guarded by The living, breathing forest. Crags in Germania seethe with not just franks, but with furious spirits of the woods.
The Roman Imperium is over, but the world is only just starting to recover. Men in the prime of their lives remember the banner of the eagle, and the last Emperor of the west still holds dominion over some of the Balkans. The East is wracked with Turmoil, but still an heir of Theodosius sits in Constantinople.
With out stage set, It's time to see our role upon it. Who are we going to be? What is our Civ?
Are we Minotaur mercenaries in Eastern Rome, Visigothic kings in France? Our limits are set at the Euphrates, The Volga, and the Sahara, essentially any fantasy race you can imagine is present, along with beasts and constructs.
Scarab-like insect race living in/under/over the Sahara. Biological alternatives to technology. Worshiped by some humans, feared and hunted by others. Can trade, attempt communication, attack, war, etc. Very influenced by Egyptian culture.
>>17458
Interesting
Undead Norsemen.
The Pleistocene was Ragnerok.
After the battle was over, the einherjar and hordes of Hel stood alone for a long time, eventually deciding to join forces and return to Scandinavia.
Great traders if people can get past the fact that they're haggling with a skeleton.
You are a warlock. You have woken up in an abandoned shed on the outskirts of the kingdom. A clamped metal collar is around your neck, crackling with arcane energy. You notice a few things around the room - a mace, a bowl of sun ripened fruit, and a worn leather sack. The door is closed but doesn't seem sturdy.
You snap your fingers to remove the door but you feel a dull thud in the back of your head and nothing happens. The collar appears to be blocking most of your powers.
- - -
Hello! This is an open ended quest of sorts. Name/gender/age of the warlock is not important. Feel free to be as creative as possible with this quest. There is an underlying plot which will be revealed through choices made. A few rules:
>The warlock has basic powers and can learn more. Any new powers obtained must be realistic - i.e. they cannot just teleport into a castle and blow it up.
>Multiple answers by different people may be used in the same post as an attempt at any problems encountered through the quest.
>There will be times where a dice roll must be used. The dice used will be a single d20. Difficulty checks will be applied.
You are able to stand up and move around. In a desperate attempt to try with your powers, you thrust out your left hand. Under your hand appears a small whirling pool of air. You breathe a sigh of relief, as at least one of your powers is still able to be used.
Your air pools can be activated one per hand, so your left hand activates one to your left and your right hand activates one to your right. You cannot have more than two at the same time. If you try to activate more than one, a previous one will disappear.
>>14754
Smash through the door with the mace. Put the fruit in the bag and carry it with you.
>>14999
Agreed, that fruit may come in handy later
You are a prince of unlimited potential. You skills outrank that of your brothers and sisters.
Swords, Stealth, Seduction and (S)magic.
Any skill you can try your hand at you pick up with ease.
Not that you try that often. You are stuck in a royal meeting room bored out of your mind.
There are a few subjects on the agenda today
>Bandits attacking larger trading caravans entering the city
>Rise in Taxes
>Visiting of a royal couple of a near by kingdom
>The rise in potential power of another kingdom when it is discovered their queen is a powerful mage
>Youngest Princess upcoming birthday.
unlimited potential trait learn any skill by trying with a dc7 on a 2d6 check.
Rolled 22 (1d100)
>>6276
Raise taxes even further, Use to fund Lavish party for Princess, Invite all peasants and feed them (make them look somewhat presentable), Also invite the royal couple to the party, afterwards decrease taxes and draft citizens who attended party into an army to further bolster your forces. If possible make diplomatic relations with royal couple to attack mage queen.
Was this too much in one post? I'm not learning any skills or anything so Ima roll d100 and see what happens.
I learn "Delegation"
Someone of my skill should be helping the realm in person, not sat in meetings.
>>6316
What the fuck is up with me not rolling?
I'm putting the fucking dice command in Options.
You are a Dork on the streets of L.A. when you come across this... what do?
TRY TO STEAL HIS HAT REEEEEEEEE I HATE KEVINS >>20820
>>20826
you successfully stole his hat.
"Hey, dork! Give me back my hat!"
the other two kevin's approach you and one of them pulls out a pipe to beat you with.
You have only two weapons in your backpack, a ring sword, and a sai.
Which weapon do you pull out to fight with?
>>20843
suck his penis.
Geoguessr puts you in a random place in the world, and anons have to correctly guess where they are.
You can give me instructions on what to do (e.g. move forwards/zoom in on that sign/turn the camera to the left). Once you have a good idea where we are, tell me where to place the marker.
The closer your guess is to the real position, the higher score you get. The anon with the highest score wins! Let's start:
>>19829
Texas
>>19829
I haven't played this game for a while (or its related manual Google Maps variant).
I'm going to guess Kansas.
You haven't seen your owner in a few days, and your food and water are running pretty low.
>Activate our stand to punch our way out of the cage
Kind of a weak start, nothing on what we can do.
So I say: Pray to the elder god portrait on the wall.
Eat and drink as much as you can then tip cage
You are one of the few, the select. A moderator on 4chan. Born of shitposting, moulded by the abuse of hundreds of autists, you stride the fine line between content and chaos.
The alarm clock rings, It is time. You are to moderate /v/ Do you want to do anything before starting your duties?
>shower
>breakfast
>get right to it
>write in.
>>72
>breakfast
You need your intake of dew and hotpockets.
Breakfast.
>>72
Ready my raid bucket and piss bottle.
You wake up in the room that you've learned to call your own. The embers of the fireplace have already cooled off. It is morning, and your owner hasn't come in yet. Your water bowl is empty, and you ate everything out of your food bowl last night.
You yawn, stretch, and lick your forelegs. You are a dog.
What do you do?
[red]touch fluffy tail[/red]
>>10
This. Try to catch tail.
Hey everyone! New thread for the undead civ quest, lot of people having different opinions about the new thread, but lets put that aside for the thread; sound good?
Old posts here:
#1: > http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/46883160/
#2: > http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/46901397/
#3: > http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/46942288/
Also if you want, please feel free to link awesome, theme related music!
You feel helpless for the first time in over 3000 years, the thought of losing another partner is maddening. All you wanted to do was perhaps see a play with Maria, romance the evening away, and deal with Judith’s promise before dawn. And now you are in a fight for your unlife, watching Maria fight Frollo for control of a sharp hairpin. Its hard to stay focused with holy pain searing you. To your horror, the portion of cross begins to make your skin flake into ash. This is a bad sign. Across the floor, the other portion of cane that Frollo was about to use on you lays on the floor about five feet. Slowly you inch your way to the cane, hoping to use it to get the necklace off. While this is happening, the two combatants have gone to the floor, Frollo on top of Maria. He is able to hit her hand on the hard wood floor, scattering the hairpin away from the two combatants.
“You have been seduced by the devil’s minion girl, your mind and soul belong to the prince of lies and you will burn for this.” He growls, a manic glint in his eye “I didn’t want to hurt you, but you give me no choice… my god have mercy on your soul” with strong hands, he wraps his fingers around Maria’s neck; squeezing the air from her windpipe. You reach the broken cane, with shaking fingers you try to pry the necklaces from your skin and attempt to get it over your head. Each second another second you have to hear the sound Maria fighting to breath. You manage to finally slip of f the necklace…and you are hungry.
The sounds of bones popping, and flesh growing as bat wings grow from your arms fill the room. But Frollo pays this no mind, intent on choking life out of Maria. You lunge on the man, just as Maria’s eyes rolled to the top of her head. Snarling and growing come from your fanged mouth as the priest curses you. Books and hunting trophies falling of their hangers and clatter on the floor. You claw, and bite, and thrash the thrice-cursed priest
>What do we do to him?
Feed on him until he's unconscious,then tie him up for use in fleshcrafting experiments.
>>13965
OH SHIT SON, SOME FUCKING UNDEAD CIV!
>We make him a thrall
>>14204
Switching to this,but we should also feed on him,just a little. We can still use him for fleshcrafting later,after all.