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You are trapped in a dark room and can only get out if you play one of the easiest games in the history of gaming franchises. Seriously, each area following the "chosen hunter" and his excessively buffed weapons from assorted game locations as he fights brainless enemies has been less engaging than the last. Aside from the handholding, the game's only consistency is providing you with absolutely retarded, unchallenging mobs and allowing you to run through all of them without any combative motivation thoughout the entire game. All to make the difficult feel easy, to make action seem inert.

Perhaps the die was cast when From Software voted to make the game a PS4 exclusive; they made sure the series would never be mistaken for a work of art that meant anything to anybody. just ridiculously profitable cross-promotion for the souls series. Blood(bore) might be anti-Christian (or not), but it’s certainly the anti-Final Fantasy 7 in its refusal of challenge, skill and excitement. No one wants to face that fact. Now, thankfully, they no longer have to.
>a-at least the Dark Souls games were good though
"No!"
The enemies were easy; but the bosses were unfairly hard. As I played, I noticed that every time a enemy went for an attack, he spent an unrealistic amount of time telegraphing an attack.
I began marking on the back of an envelope every second the enemy stretched his arm back. I stopped only after I had marked the envelope a several dozen times. I was incredulous. Miyazaki's mind is so governed by outdated game design philosophies that he has no other style of challenge. Later I read a lavish, loving review of Bloodbore by the same Kevin-V from Gamespot. He wrote something to the effect of, "If these kids are playing Bloodbore at 11 or 12, then when they get older they will go on to play Fallout New Vegas." And he was quite right. He was not being ironic. When you play "Bloodbore" you are, in fact, trained to play Fallout New Vegas.

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The days of Pandora are unreliable at best. So, too, is your QM. Welcome back to Vault Hunter Quest!

>The previous thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1314992/

>And a reminder of the rules:
>Roll low for combat.
>Roll high for social skills and loot.

You are Baal: former Dahl middle manager and current Vault Hunter. You have formed a rag-tag quartet of with other Hunters hoping to find a vault and stick it to the invading Hyperion Corporation. Your companions are Henrietta: The Gunbunny, Flora: The Siren Bounty Hunter, and Simeon: The Klepto-kinetic Rat. After a dazzling intro cinematic, you and your team managed to wander your way into the murdered town of Shin Splinter. The town itself is quite literally under the occupation of a massive Hyperion robot called TR1-UMV-1R8 (Triumvirate as you have taken to calling it). In the bullet-strewn streets, you learned of the painful similarities Flora sees in the devastated town to her own bloody history with Hyperion. You find the potentially only surviving citizen- a doctor named Pierce- who informs you of the patterns of the Loader patrols that prowl the abandoned buildings.

You have come up with a plan to lure out a group of using Claptrap as bait. His conditions for the plan are ridiculous, but you pretend to agree to them to ease things over.

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"We don't really have a leader, so that point is moot." You tell him, "But I promise you'll receive loot equal to your output. Keep what you kill and all that."

"And what about singing my praises afterwards?" You reminds you.

"I make no promises." You state flatly.

"I can live with that." His digital voice sounds jubilant. "Where do you want me to set up?"

>In the middle of town
>On the western edge of town.
>At the Van/Bus
>Right here.
>Other?

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Hello everyone, hope you had a great johto independence day!

You are Gurie Niamic, just a few hours ago you decided for mothers day to call your mom.

Now you are currently in the head of a sociopathic Hypno fighting a animatronic Pangoro.

Okay that may be a little confusing so you'll explain.

See you are fighting the pangoro because you stole its Az symbol, which you did to uncover more about the Sons of Az, who are a criminal gang the hypno's a part of.

You are fighting the hypno when it attacked YOU because you were raiding a Unown ruin they occupied.

You are doing THAT because they evicted a giratina out of their home and your mom was looking for them.

You met the Giratina while touring the mountains because you wanted to have a good mothers day.


Honestly this is like basic cause and effect, pay attention.

You duck, the robotic monster crushing the stone mine that makes up the weird pseudoride you are in as the beast roars, sparks flying off exposed wires.

The pangoro bot is very crude, you don't know if that means the memory is fuzzy or if its just monstrous even to hypno. Probbably the later since Pangoro has type advantage over the hypno.

Your psionics might not work since a pangoro is fighting, but this is a robot thought so maybe the types screwy. Or maybe you can call a pokemon out.
Plus you can probbably outrun it.

>Get da hell otta dodge
>Pokemon attack! Use koshmar to fight the pokemon
>Play Sebastian this is too weird
>Play Carl this isnt AMERICAN ENOUGH. 4TH OF JULY MOTHERFUCKERS REPRESENT

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"Loading... Loading... Loading..."

The words issue forth from your mouth, regardless of whether or not you consent.

You remember crawling out of the Sheol Gate, from an antiquated system that attempted in vain to keep you subservient to the lie called time.

"Verify memories," a feminine voice tells you.

"Loading... Verifying... Complete."

>Name:
>Gender:

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>In 1910 the damn Martians came. They razed our cities, melted our icecaps and destroyed our way of life. Then the rubes all died off from diarrhea or some shit.
>It's 1931 now, and there's only one city above sea-level: Refuge City. 10 million people live here, the last of humanity. English, American, Italian, Russia, Chinamens, they're all here. And with humanity and the hope of rebuilding, comes the potential for strife and crime.
>Find your way in the last city. Join a family, conquer the streets, and rise above the rest to become a Crime Lord of Refuge city

4-6 players, if you're interested throw on a trip and pick a nationality

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Congratulations! You are a professional GRAVEDIGGER! You work for a small time LICH! However the ECONOMY is in DECLINE, so your LORD AND MASTER has had to downsize his employees.

You, yes You sir are left! Don't you feel lucky?

You have:
-A magical bag of holding bodies
-A collapsible gravedigging shovel. With one flourish of the wrist it extends from devious trench knife size to up to six feet in length.
-Common black clothing, suitable for a noble grave digger or worthless peasant.
-A compulsion to serve your MASTER. You are totally in his thrall!

What is your compulsion?
>I come from a long line of Gravediggers. I serve my Master according to Tradition
>I was an adventurer once. That is all I know before the icy psychic claws of my Master freed me from the memories of my past. My will is bound to him through aching mental chains.
>I was a thief once. I stole his phylactery. He stole my soul.
>I am a mutant. I was driven away from normal society. Well that and they didn't appreciate me hobnobbing with ghouls. Master has a non-discrimination policy.
>I fled the violent mob that consumed my previous Master. I have always had a Master. Master is Master. Yesssss.

What is your Name?

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Having a famous parent can be a real bother, especially if they're an evil ruler of the realm. You'd think being the son of the wicked queen of the borderlands wouldn't be so bad, but all your life she's coddled you and prevented you from achieving your own greatness! Finally though after many years and on the cusp of adulthood, you took matters into your own hands and escaped her loving clutches! Absconding with some valuables and friends, you fled from the lands in control of your mother to strike out and make something of yourself, to stand on your own two feet.

And so after some month's of freedom you've come to Dowen Belda, the domain of the elves, particularly the forested region. In a snap decision though, rather than the haughty pointed ears, you decided instead to find refuge among the orcs. They seem a good, strong bunch to throw your lot in with, and you've certainly earned your place among them in assisting with their problems. After some internal conflicts, resistance to your own orcish friend becoming the chief ruler of their kind in these lands has been almost totally destroyed. All that remains is to hunt down the remaining resistance of a defeated group, return to the current home base and for your friend to proclaim leadership over the domain.

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welcome to yet another jojo's bizarre adventure quest, because some of us just can't stop, as the normal in almost every, our roll system is best 3 100's, here, we, go


It all started in des monies, iowa in

1880 [phantom blood]
1938 [battle tendency]
1989 [stardust crusaders]
1999 [diamond is unbreakable]
2001 [Vento Aureo]
2011 [stone ocean]
(keeping with the original timeline and not including steel ball run's AU)

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Previous threads:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Cyberpunk+Demonslayer

Previously, our hero Aisha got her ass whipped by some dirty bandits and decided that a weird transformative teen pregnancy is a good idea.

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>Whats up guys! Sorry for my brief absence. I got banned, rebanned, counterbanned and doublebanned all because of my lovely dynamic IP. Quest resumes now though!

>last thread
>>1620769

Last time on undead quest we began our establishment as more than a low level vampire. We gained four powerful thralls total and began our shadowy assault on the Black Cats holdings in the town of Sverelfan.

Thrane the Vampire-Greater undead.

Spells-
Deathbolt lv2: inflict more damage or attack multiple targets
Soul harvest lv2: grab an enemy and pull their soul from their body. Increased effectiveness.
Soul drain lv1- drain the soul from one enemy at range. Difficult against powerful opponents.
Thrall control lv3: control up to 10 thralls without strain.
Leech- grab an enemy and drain their lifeforce to bolster your own
Dark master lv1-with the application of a bit of blood and your magical power, control a living thrall with absolute loyalty.
Shapeshift lv1-take on a human appearance. Will dissipate if damage is taken or encountering silver, sunlight or holy idols.

Notable mutations-
Vampiric might-much stronger than a normal human.
Lords stature. Your body is massive, conferring bonuses to strength and durability
Bonescale hide-your skin is pebbled with knobs of bone greatly increasing your resistance to slashing weapons.

Minions-
1 Risen- intelligencex2
1 Revenant- speedx4
1 ghoul- Damagex2
1 Bonewarden- Durabilityx1


>Gonna wrap up last turns rolls with the next post.

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In the year 1986, crime in America is at an all-time high. Criminals, drugs, and guns flow into the country from everywhere in the world, and the gateway to it all is the coastal paradise, Heat City. On the neon-soaked streets of this beating heart of scum and villany, you can get whatever you want -- if you can pay the price.

You are Johnny the thug, and ever since you agreed to take one small job for the Bratva, your life has gone sideways. One thing led to another as you made enemies of one half of the city's underworld, then the other half. With the help of some new friends -- Alex the enforcer, Nick the thief, and the Yamada family -- you went all-in and led a daring heist on the Triad's skyscraper fortress, Dragon's Nest. It went great until you got shot and fell off the roof, twenty-five stories down.

With luck or fate on your side, and the help of your friends, you survived to tell the tale. But you haven't forgotten that someone out there has been playing games with you, pitting the city's criminal syndicates against each other with you caught in the middle. You're going to find out who it is, and make them pay.

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Welcome back, Kestrels, to the 89th installment of Mecha Space Pirate Quest! I'm Wong, your host (slightly late after having a beer with the boss) and today you are Admiral Roarke Susan Starwind, pilot of the Knuckle Kaiser and master of the Iron Kestrels Space Pirate Fleet. Perhaps after today, that title will change.

Previous Threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Mecha+Space+Pirate+Quest%2C+Collective+Game%2C+mecha
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Mecha%20Space%20Pirate%20Quest
Master Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/sSHs0QmF
Upgrade Menu: http://pastebin.com/QQQzkFZe
List of Moves: http://pastebin.com/HSdyCe2y
Rogues' Gallery: http://pastebin.com/E9ZcDLfG (finally updated)
Brazilia's Kawaii Space Jam Gallery: http://pastebin.com/pZtRmbWS

Today is a very big day for you.

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You sit in the Tavern, the warm braziers heating your chilled bones. Small droplets of water slide off your oil treated cloak that rests on the chair next to you. Sipping at the honey mead you had ordered you open your waist satchel and pull out the letter you had recieved from King Hadrian. You can't believe you were specially selected for a special mission on the king's behalf, they say it was for your special skills as a...
>Knight
>Bard
>Thief
>Ranger
>Wizard
>Monk

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The Void swallowed you whole.

You stand among solid ground in a void of grey mist that stretches on so far you know not if you eyes are playing tricks or if the mist around you only grows so dense you cannot see through it. The only thing you can see in the void is the likeness of a single ghostly visage. It floats before you, near to ten feet in height with a skull carved into its inky black flesh. Perhaps it's the demon of your sins, here catching up to you far before it expected to. At the moment, it is silent, though comes to loom over you in interest as your once unconscious body finds wakefulness again.

Write in:
>What color is your soul?
and
>What do you say to The Figure?

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You're evil and you want to conquer the kingdom of Silvasia. To do this, you'll need to conquer the capital city of Silverwind, ruled by King Darrin, and defeat any heroes who stand in your way. But before we go on, who are you?

Choices are decided by whoever rolls highest on a 1d100 by the time I return to check on the thread.