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After the assassination of Archduke Ferdinand, The tension between Central Empire and Allied Republic intensify, with the Emperor searching for the killer. The call for blood of the Archduke killers create a rumors of upcoming war...a tragic rumor indeed.

You are Ferdinand von Brandt, a clanker lesser noble who joined the navy academy in order to alleviate your family's noble status. After 8 Weeks of intense training and courses, the instructors decided that the last week of training would be used to create a war simulation. You took the role of the defense captain against the famous naval specialist noble called Von Wasser.

The result earned you a medal, invites to different fleets and a party invitation courtesy of the defeated Von Wasser. Parties was suppose to be fun or what father always says "gain more connections", but you realized it is a headache. You are currently in the middle of a conflict between 3 people. Your childhood friend Freja Von Jotunndottir who want to take to to the dance floor, Your host/rival Adolf Von Wasser who wish to tell you something 'important', and Albert...who just hugged you for some reason...

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"Nope! Dance with me" She grab your hand and dra-

"He is going with me, JotunnDottir". Adolf grab your other hand

"Ah..I saw wondering when will Wasser made a move", Freja let out a smug grin. You can almost feel the intensity of their rivalty.

"He is coming with me, Freja!"

"Not when i am here, Adolf!"

"S-so...how did you two know each other?" You tried to distract them...they ignored you, going closer to each other and squishing you.

Suddenly, arms wrapped on your stomach. Albert hug you from behind!

"He's resting!", He whispers...but he got ignored too

Gabriel laugh as if this is his favorite comedy show.

You really need to escape this hell....before they tore your body apart. You gave a pleading look to Gabriel and he returned it with an idiotic smile and a thumbs-up

>Go with Freja. She's your childhood friend after all....and you dont want her to annoy you tomorrow
>Go with Adolf. He is the host and you should respect that
>Go with Albert because... why not...
>Scan for someone else
>Write in

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For years the balance of the Federation was shaken. War consumed the Alpha Quadrant, and the beating heart of the Federation, Earth, was under threat from multiple angles. At times it seemed the Federation would reel and loose its balance, but peace has returned, at long last. The Dominion are defeated, the Borg have been dealt a crippling blow, Romulus has fallen to internal conflict. Though battered and bruised, the Federation stands as the undisputed beacon of enlightenment in the quadrant, and can count many of its erstwhile enemies as allies, or even friends. With the return of Voyager, the Delta Quadrant has been revealed. At the dawn of this new age, the Utopia Planetia shipyard is finishing one of its new vessels. One with a new Captain, and a new crew.

But that is not where our story starts. Our story starts in the past, with a simple, yet distinctive application form, that has already changed many lives and the course of the galaxy with them. You find yourself contemplating your answers.

Name

>I have a normal name for my species
>I have an unusual name for my species

Species

>I am human
>I am of a species common in Starfleet (Vulcan, Bolian, Andorian, Betazoid: Select one, random rolls in the case of a tie)
>I am of a species uncommon in Starfleet (Bajoran, Caitian, Benzite, Trill: Select one, random rolls in the case of a tie)
>I am of a species hitherto unknown to the Federation (suggest racial and cultural traits, inclusion at OP's discretion)

Gender Identity

>I am male
>I am female
>Tumblr

Welcome to Starfleet Academy.

Directives:

0. I am new at this

1. I am doing this for fun first and foremost. My own and yours. This is our Prime Directive.

2. The following are considered canon: TOS, TAS, TNG, DS9, VOY, parts of ENT at my discretion, all TOS and TNG crew movies (yes, even V).

3. The following are not considered canon: The novels (except maybe A Stitch in Time, if I ever get around to reading it), any flavour of NuTrak, video games.

4. Ideally, the first choice to reach 3 votes is selected.

5. If I feel that the thread needs to move on for whatever reason, I will select the outcome based on the following: First come first serve, motivation given by participator (where applicable), a vote of 2 versus a vote of 1, personal preference (not going to pretend I'm immune to that).

6. Feel free to point out Trek lore and other relevant information.

7. I will use a crude stat system for rolls in the case of some choices, we will (partly) establish this during character creation.

X. The rules are subject to change according to what works best.

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The moon was illuminated the scene. A thin patina of frost covered the whole alley and the charred corpses of your assailants lie at your feet. They’d come for you, like they did for your brother all those years ago when you were 9 - he was never seen again - and you resisted, like any sane person would do.

Of course, most sane people don’t turn those they resist against to ashes. It was obvious why they were looking for you. You are a psyker, even if you did not know it until this very moment.

Psykers - the dreaded warlocks, enemies of the Imperium, only allowed to exist under the care and scrutiny of the state. You wouldn’t mind being under the state - problem is that you just killed 4 members of it and will likely be hunted like an animal until your death.

It wasn’t as though you meant to kill them! They approached you during night in a dark alley - you thought you were about to get robbed! You just reacted with panic - and you turned on some kind of switch in the back of your head doing so - and the alley filled with frost and the Witch Hunters turned to corpses.

You still feel it, in the back of your head. It was best described as a door, but even that were a poor excuse for a metaphor - you could open it a little or by a lot - but you didn’t dare to try. You’ve heard that psykers needed training in order to use their abilities without acting as a beacon for Daemons just waiting for an opportunity to possess you!

Your father had been drafted for the Imperial Guard - but you? You were a poor excuse for even a civilian - your chances of survival against trained, armed men that specialized in hunting down people like you? Minimal.

What are you going to do?!
>go home
>test your abilities
>check the bodies
>run like hell
>write in

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You are Kusajishi Riku, Captain of the Gotei 13's Ninth Division, and you're decidedly out of your element here.

Despite having been adopted into the Seireitei's nobility what feels like a thousand years ago, you have to admit you still don't quite understand what makes an aristocracy tick. Not only do you lack the sort of social ambitions that seem to define other nobles, saving your strongest feelings for your duties and your family rather than yourself, but the nobles you do have constant exposure to hardly fit the image of aristocracy that a family like the Kasumiōji likes to project. The Shiba have always been as unpretentious as they are influential, and while the Shihōin you've met aren't quite as self-effacing and modest as the Shiba can be they are certainly self-aware enough to avoid the sort of ostentation that even their own vassal houses are sometimes prone to.

Even Kuchiki Byakuya, whose portrait should probably be in the encyclopedia under “aristocratic jackass”, matches his overbearing attitude with an unswerving dedication to duties that go far beyond himself and his family.

Your first impression of Kasumiōji Rurichiyo is hardly so flattering.

“Lady Shihōin, Lady Shiba!” she greets you happily. “Welcome to our home, we are Rurichiyo, head of the Kasumiōji clan. It is a pleasure to meet you both in person!”

“Please, have a seat... Enryū, would you be so kind as to bring us tea? Some of the fine blend if we have any to hand.”

“You seem excited,” you can't help but smile a little at her enthusiasm as you take a seat next to your wife.

“Of course!” she replies, almost taken aback. “Any girl our age would be excited for the Two Goddesses to be sitting in their parlor!”

So... that must mean 'shunshin' Yoruichi and whatever 'shin' people have taken to calling you these days. Was it... 'teshin'? 'Tetsushin'? Or was it something like 'kenshin', since very few people are familiar with the similarly-nicknamed 'Tōshin'?

“I know too many 'shin's,” you grumble.

“We're sorry, what did you just say?” the young Kasumiōji princess asks eagerly.

“I said thanks for the tea,” you quickly lie.
>1/2

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DARK EMPIRE II

The Emperor has been reborn in a young clone body on Byss, his fleets expanding outward in a rapid campaign of conquest. His Inquisitors roam the Core worlds to collect, evaluate, and train new Force Adepts to serve his Dark Empire. The Emperor, after reforming the Dark Side Hierarchy, took for himself a new apprentice to replace Vader, DARTH CYTHERA.

In a mission on RHEN VAR, Cythera failed in her assignment to kill Jedi Master Luke Skywalker, becoming maimed in the process. In a desperate effort to pursue Skywalker, Cythera leads her ship KORRIBAN on the Jedi's probable course.

Meanwhile, Commander Alana Tyrna found herself under investigation by the KOMISSARI for disregarding military protocol to save her pilots' lives. As punishment, LORD BRAKISS transferred her task force to the forces gathering at Cal-Seti to attack the YEVETHA, a genocidal race of xenophobic non-humans in the Koornacht Cluster.

On Coruscant, deep within the Imperial Palace, the Emperor has gathered his Dark Side Council to join a meeting of the ruling Imperial Council to plan the next steps in their struggle to return the dominance of the Sith . . .

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>Linkbin: https://pastebin.com/Nrccskfg
>Last Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1614379/, >>1614379
>OOC Info- Mysterious Call: https://pastebin.com/ZPKj50NC
>Short Story- Homeleaving: https://pastebin.com/B49GJmrB

"Priestess Reversed...Intuition has been deceived... Magician Reversed... Someone is abusing their power... Devil...We're going to be trapped in something."

That's what Ruth said, when she revealed the cards. After a second or two of stunned silence from everyone at the couches, David seems to overhear but is soon distracted by the video game. Donna and Keith are too into the game to care.

Sofia has decided to stop bashing your attempts to flirt and taken this seriously. You can tell she wouldn't accept a crad reading if she didn't know Ruth was a Myth user and probably had seperte psychic abilities to boot.

Ruth picks up the rest of the deck, but stops halfway. "That's it. I'm not getting anything else."

"Do you think this means that there's someone else out there abusing the powers of the Witching Hour?" Carollo seems a bit intimidated by the idea, given you all have just learned about yours recently.

>>Do you think this means that there's someone else out there abusing their powers?
>We'll stop them.
>I think they're using a different sort of power.
>No clue.
>Closer than we think.
>We'll find out tomorrow.
><Write-In>

Sorry, I needed to help try to fix my brother's computer. I always get hosed for stuff like this. I'll do the updates ASAP.

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Four years ago, the warrior race known as the Saiyans were annexed into Emperor Freeza's armies. Since that day, the Saiyans have acted as the emperor's loyal servents, sent first onto dozens of worlds, exterminating all who oppose Lord Freeza's rule. As mighty conquerors, destroying all who have stood against them, the Saiyans quickly made a name for themselves as some of Freeza's most powerful and loyal subjects.

Welcome to Saiyan Conqueror Quest, currently Age 735 of the "canon" timeline. You the players, having survived past your "canon" death, are changing history. From here forward your actions may even change the fate of the universe itself.

You are Karn, a Saiyan Brawler with a powerlevel of 8459 and leader of your own attack squadron. Your teammates are:
Leyas, Brawler, 6947
Meloka, Blaster, 6809
Tunnip, Blaster, 4857
Android, Pilot, n/a

Character Sheet: https://pastebin.com/iPAJeGJn

Quest rules:
>10 minute vote times or first vote to 3 wins, any ties decided by my roll
>first 3 rolls only, best of the 3 wins
>Crits are 100 only, unless otherwise stated
>Crit fails count ONLY if no roll passes DC
>I hold final say on any decisions; write-ins are allowed and encouraged, if not too meta or game-breaking.

Current Arc: Grey Empire

Hold onto your seats, this one's gonna be a wild ride.

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>Statistics: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1p2K_evlFKjbblbSTf3ZSf-0xECyNHEeiQEgyiFdADcw/edit?usp=sharing
>Character: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1F43-0W17qNQ3Q_FwOOQPYw8Rf4HmSCFrEcAv-uOPQD0/edit?usp=sharing
>Tasks: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1agFmzgoNb0jeqd2G9H2voZ5Zm4N6fxPTQXQyt_GY9ec/edit?usp=sharing
>Rolling Rules: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1D6xlxpzfqF_rC2iemL-OGhFkNK4uiy8PZdvjkkdVBPU/edit?usp=sharing
>Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=shipgirl+commander
>Twitter: https://twitter.com/DiceToTableTop

‘Fancy seeing you here,’ you turn to the owner of the voice, tucking your hands underneath your armpits for added warmth, ‘Musashi.’

Your Super Dreadnought grins at you, clutching what appeared to be a duffel bag under one of her arms. Letting out a breath—and making sure the documents that were also tucked underneath your armpits weren’t crushed too much, you walk up to the taller woman, who throws a cursory glance towards the office trailer that you had just exited, before turning back down at you with what was either half a smirk or a look of sympathy.

‘Admiral give you a grilling, huh?’

You shake your head, muttering under your breath. At worst, it was meant to be autumn, not winter … and you couldn’t believe it would honestly end up being this cold at this time of year. You could honestly do with some nice warmth indoors … particularly the shelter of your barracks.

‘Among other things, yeah,’ you reply, rubbing your shoulders for warmth. Your irritation was building up by the second—you were fine with a cool breeze, but biting sea winds were just ridiculous. ‘We have a mission tomorrow, Musashi—one that I’m going to be bringing you on.’

Her expression doesn’t change.

‘Finally decided to let me off my leash, huh?’

‘For lack of better word,’ you give a half-grin as the words leave your mouth, continuing, ‘but considering everything that’s happened … I don’t think I can afford to have anything but my best out there.’

She covers her mouth, her features looking absolutely tickled by the compliment.

‘I’m glad you think so highly of me, Commander,’ she drops into a mock bow, which you have to step slightly back from. She had at least an inch or two, perhaps three, on you, after all—and you didn’t want your cranium caved in by an oncoming forehead. ‘I’m glad you’re finally deemed me of use.’

Despite yourself, you let out an amused snort.

‘You’ve been taking lessons in sarcasm from Kaga, I see.’

Your only reply to that statement is a toothy grin.

‘Well, I’m going to head to the shelters—I still have some things to sort out … you wanna come with, sir?’

She hoists the bag for emphasis.

>‘I’ll see you back at the barracks, then.’ (Leave)
>‘I’d be delighted, Miss Musashi.’ (Go with Musashi)

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Welcome to PACYOA:TE's Operation Dogmeat thread.

For those who don't know, PACYOA: TE is a d100 game based off of a CYOA posted in /tg/ a couple of years ago, with a focus on building custom suits of power armor and shitposting.

This is a game thread. Unlike previous operations, this thread has no pre-game reservations. Anyone who wants to play can drop in as reinforcements.

As a player, you have two options:
Play as a power armored character with a custom-made suit and faction
-or-
Play as a premade Armor Corps grunt fireteam in mass-produced power armor

-The creation documents for a suit of power armor, the grunt units and the rules for the game will be provided in the next couple of posts.

If you are planning on playing as a suit, post a pastebin with your suit's build information and a callsign
If you are planning on playing a premade unit, please pick a name for your fireteam (preferred format: word-##)

For the purposes of turn order, cooldowns, and other measures of passage of time mentioned but not clarified in the rules, each GM post is generally considered both a minute and/or a round as is best applicable. As many actions will be accounted for as possible in each GM post.

Now for the actual narrative of the operation:

>Two years have passed since the initial worldwide invasion began. After many battles, humans have gained the upper hand and largely eliminated the alien forces on Earth save for a handful of strongholds. Mainland China remains one of these locations in large part due to the roaming enemy superfortress units in the area and lack of AC commitment to liberating the region. Two days ago the farthest AC outpost in China, Juijiang city, became a battleground between the AC garrison there and a large VA force. The garrison failed to hold in the face of overwhelming opposition, and an operation is being launched to reclaim the city and prevent VA from progressing further.
>What this means to you is that your mission is quite straightforward: drop in and kill anything not flying a friendly flag.


Feel free to discuss anything you like in the thread until the game starts. Despite using TE rules and details, this mission is not considered "canonical" in the "TE continuity", which means there is no plot armor in play; the dice will be played as they lie.

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. The year is 2018, your supposed last year in school, that is until last night. You think to yourself, clutching to your beanie:
>Are the pilots okay?
>Can I get to Hongcouver?
>Am I gonna survive?
>Is the US actually gonna pull out?
You open your eyes to see a flaming heap of a SuperCobra helicopter. You rush over to help the survivors. A lone man lies there, with a support strut jabbed through his abdomen.
"HOLY SHIT LET ME HELP YOU" you call out, trying to get him off of the rod.
"I-it's useless... I'm not gonna make it miss. Take my dogtags and my equipment and run, it's not safe." the man coughs out, blood coming out of his mouth.
"BULLSHIT, I'M GONNA HELP YOU BACK TO YOUR BASE."
"I'm not gonna make it, I'm sorry, goodbye, and thank you." he hugs your leg, before collapsing back on the rod.
"SIR!? SIR!" He's gone, you take his pistol and his dogtags in his memory. He's only one of many dead heroes of this country, and he isn't the last. You must go on.
>Continue home
>Forget home, go straight out of town
>Call your parents for some reason
>Avenge his death by fighting the robot

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I've chosen to start up a New Civ quest, this time in space. I hope you enjoy it. Couple things to note:
1. factions will be allowed, but that'll start at Year 5
2. Instead of starting in the stone age or any other time, we'll automatically be starting in space with space-faring technology

Next post will have the race sheet that you will be choosing from

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It's been a while since the day at the Kurosaki clinic.

After that more than awkward little gathering you've returned to Hueco Mundo with your family.
From what you've heard after Byakuya recovered from his mild shock he tried VERY hard to justify the situation of his little sister saying things like:
"He's a shinigami!"
"He's technically a noble!"

But for every excuse he came up with two things came to mind that made him more and more agitated.
"But he's a quincy!"
"And he's a ryoka!"

In the end it didn't amount to much as he simply swallowed his pride and congratulated the young couple.
Even if he avoided eye contact with his new brother in law since then...

But you couldn't care less about that.
It's not your problem.
And besides... you had other things to occupy your mind.
Speaking of which...

Laying on the long white couch you've "appropriated" after Aizens defeat at your hands you're trying to get in your usual afternoon nap when you feel something.
A presence.
Familiar yet ominous approaches you slowly.

Then you feel it.
And hear it.

The fine leather squeaks as something or rather someone touches it.
Of course you've noticed this but you keep pretending to sleep.
Then you feel the cushions shift around as two arms press down on them and then a third limb, presumably a leg also weighs them down.
As the tiny creature grunts softly it proceeds to climb the couch and eventually You.
At first you feel the excess weight on your leg, then your stomach and finally feel it settling down on your chest.

*poke*
You feel something pressing against your cheek.

*squish*
Now instead of one finger you feel an entire palm.

*mush*
The sensation changed once more as both of your cheeks are pressed together.

*nudge nudge*

And finally.
*tap tap tap*

"Father...
Father. Wake up."
You feel Sofia slightly tapping on your forehead.

It's quite difficult to hold back your urge to laugh all the while you keep pretending that you didn't notice her.

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Thread LXXXII:
Raining a bit, but I'm hoping we get a stable connection. Knocked back the start time a hair as an experiment.

Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Lamia%20Legacy%20Quest
Twitter: https://twitter.com/LamiaLegacy
Opening Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCQmQwKEEOM
Story Thus Far: https://pastebin.com/4Hw1aTg3
Season: Early Spring

Money: 1425
New Backpack - (Sealed)
Kozak Bladesx2
Repeater - Unupgraded

Sasha: Skill list
Ranching +4
Scholar +3
Marksmanship +6
Natural Ability (Lamia) +3
Intrigue +4
Casting (Draconic+4 Roc+3 Leviathan+3 Troll+1 Elemental+1)
Falconry +1

You are awakened by the gentle motion of the carriage shifting as it leaves the main road. Peering out the window, you smile as you see you've just passed South Fork and are approaching the ranch itself. From your vantage point you can see the Nitor cavalrymen filing in behind Tai's chuck wagon that is currently being driven by Lady Wu. The return trip from Riverport has been, so far, blessedly without incident. Apart from food and tending to the horses you've been moving nonstop since you left Riverport. Popping out through the hatch, you relive a yawning Marie who, giving wordless thanks, swings herself into the newly vacated carriage to catch some shuteye. Hazarding another glance behind, you can see Tai in the middle of taking the reigns as well, letting the beastfolk woman crawl back into the nearly empty chuck wagon with the rest of your contingent.

Eventually you get a glimpse of your ranch from afar. It would appear in the time you were gone, the last bit of work on the bridge has been completed, as the tent camp that Foreman James and his crew had lived out of for the last few months is nowhere to be seen. Puzzled, you then realize they've probably moved to the next construction site, as the depot and what you hope will be the inn have yet to be completed. In any event, it's nearing the dead of night when you finally ease your miniature wagon train to a stop within the compound. Bidding the Nitor riders farewell, you help the Tai and the groggy beastfolk unload. Soon after McCain appears out of the bunkhouse, duster draped over his nightclothes as he bustles towards your carriage.

"We didn't expect you back for another day or two at least. Somethin' happen, Miss?" He asks, and the glint of torchlight on metal suggest he had the presence of mind slip his gunbelt on.

>?

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A population of 1000 is chosen to be apart of an experiment to see if civilians can control and shape a government from nothing. However, each year a new president is elected and they have 2 actions that can either be add laws or abolish laws. The president can choose not to do anything or only do one action. Laws will affect the happiness of the population, an unhappy population may not be under your control, while a happy one may be. The politics of your people may change depending on laws or the party you are with. There are no rules on laws, go wild.

After 50 years, the experiment will end with results.

To begin, you will step up to attempt to be president. Tell the populace what you offer for one year of service if you are elected, this will help you be voted. Have the phrase “President Candidate” on the post or it will not be counted, posting more than one “President Candidate” will result in a forfeit, so be careful. Also, state what politics you represent (see POLITICS below). If none, you will be counted as True Centrist. In about 15 minutes a new president will be elected, then that new president has 5-10 minutes to add or abolish laws. Then we repeat.

STATS
Current President: None (You may state any name, but your ID will go here too)
Year: 0
Population: 1000
Population Growth: 3.5%
Happiness Level: Neutral

POLITICS (Where the people stand, politically)
120 Right-Wing Authoritarianism (Theocracy)
103 Right-Wing Centrists (Progressivism)
105 Right-Wing Libertarianism (Anarcho-Capitalism)
117 Center Authoritarianism (Fascism)
106 True Centrists (Undefined)
103 Center Libertarianists (Mutualism)
119 Left-Wing Authoritarianism (Communism)
120 Left-Wing Centrists (Socialism)
107 Left-Wing Libertarianism (Anarchism)

CURRENT LAWS
1. Each year, a new president must be elected
2. The president cannot apply rules that grant extra power, including adding unabolishible laws, or a longer term for himself or any other president.
3. Rules 1, 2 and 3 cannot be abolished

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Previous thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1583084/
Character Sheet: https://pastebin.com/as7jUTfk

You are currently fighting the Shadow Yankiis, with the aid of Momoko and her Persona, La Maupin.

>Attack
>Shoot
>Item
>Guard
>Lunge
>Bufu
>Rakukaja
>Change Personas
>Write in