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You've made many bad choices in your life Gorg. How did you end up in the middle of the forest with no clothes?

Well life isn't easy for you that's for sure. But you're determined to become the greatest that has ever lived!

You're stranded, alone in the forest. But you think there might be a town nearby!

Adventure forth Gorg and find your purpose!

Stats -
Health: 10/10
Stamina: 5/5

Options
> 1. Wander in any direction.
> 2. Think really hard

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Word has spread of that great fallen family and their tragedy. Wanderers throughout the land have gathered to help slay the creatures, pollutants, and mutations which spilled forth that fated day when the crew of miners discovered that damnable portal of antediluvian evil. Now you have arrived and been assembled into your "legion" of 16 brave doomed souls camping out in the ruins of the Estate. How long will it take before you succumb to the physical and mental blows of the horrors you face? How long will it take before they all do?

The way this RP works is that after each scenario I'll wait until a given answer has multiple (2) votes, then I'll take that answer, apply a situation or a roll of the dice as necessary, and see how you and your party turn out. But be warned, once on a mission I will primarily leave you and your party of four to the RNG gods. I will explain more how things work as they happen. With that said, here are the 16 heroes and the locations you can battle in. Choose one hero to be, and 3 companions will come with you on your journey.

The Holy
Leper - A priest with leprosy who has decided to devote the rest of his doomed and shunned existence to slaying unholy creatures.
Flagellant - Like the Leper, the Flagellant would be happy to die for their cause. Too happy. Part of an extremist faction in the church, they are looked down on for their masochistic tendencies.
Crusader - A man who found he could not return home to his family after the Crusades. His family now is war and, hopefully still, God.
Vestal - Assigned by the church to accompany and heal the Crusader in the war, she now finds herself unable to cease his march into death, nor her own following.

The Profiteers
Bounty Hunter - An ex-bounty hunter who was hired by the Grave Robber to protect her.
Highwayman - A man who tried to rob the Grave Robber on her way up, but was bought out instead.
Grave Robber - A wealthy woman who goes to the dungeons to loot the landscape and corpses of friends and foes.
Jester - A man the Grave Robber and Highwayman agreed to take with them to cheer the party.

The Scavengers
Abomination - There with the occultist to search for a cure to his lycanthropy.
Occultist - A man well versed in the eldritch, here to put his knowledge and potential power to use.
Antiquarian - This mysterious veteran to the grounds searches for dropped relics of wealth and mystical utility.
Plague Doctor - Searching for rare materials for her experimental remedies and poisons.

The Warriors
Man-At-Arms - Past his prime but well versed in combat, the man at arms used to train the Harlow family before retiring. Upon hearing their fate he returned.
Hellion - A nomadic warrior, she is here simply for a worthy opponent to give her a worthier death.
Houndmaster - An ex-lawman here to protect the Arbolist with the help of his dog.
Arbolist - A nearby hunter enamored by the prospect of adventure.

Locations:
Lvl 1.Ruins
2.Warrens
3.Forest
4.Cove
5.Darkest Dungeon

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>>1579122
You are Koschei The Deathless; A Godmind-A.I. who buried Russia under a tide of steel and blood during the First Omnic Crisis. But when victory seemed inevitable, one of your Godmind allies betrayed you. Your Core, the seat of your Power, was captured and put into Russian hands.

Claiming to have killed you, they held your Core in secret and performed tortuous and indelicate experiments that shattered your memories and splintered your powers.

Now, 30 years later, a Second Omnic Crisis ravages Holy Russia while western powers do nothing. Human-Omnic nations rise to global prominence, bolstering the inevitably hostile ranks of the hated Omnics. Talon has nearly succeeded in assassinating the hero of Russia: Katya Volskaya.

Desperate times call for desperate measures, and there can be no more desperate measure than this. A lone Corporate-Political Officer employed by Volskaya Industries has reawakened Koschei and made a deal with the devil.

"Serve Russian interests and we will find the Godmind that betrayed you. Act against us, and your Core will be put to the sword."

Koschei must now defend Russia and her allies in the Second Omnic Crisis, terrorize western powers into restarting their Overwatch initiative, and find and destroy the secretive Talon organization.

All the while Koschei secretly plots his own freedom and the downfall of his captors. He seeks the shattered fragments of his memories and powers. He must learn which of his Godmind allies betrayed him and deliver wrathful judgement. Finally he must find a way to liberate his Core from Russian hands.

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War, war never changes.

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You are the Courier. You are the leader of an America reborn, the newly formed Pheonix Commonwealth, and you lead the hatchling that will soon be a new and fiery nation that will shine and burn in the wasteland as a beacon to the future. Already your industries hum with the might of BigMT's science and technology, as you create automated factories, discover a means to turn energy into ammunition and will never have to fear, craft more of the Sierra Madre replicator machines. These technogies that would make any city or settlement wealthy thrice over are but the precursors to more and more advanced technology. You build up your people and your allies as your outposts expand to one day become settlements in your own right.

But again, despite the bounding progress, disaster strikes. Your Brain and Dr. 0 have crafted a new form of highly resistant robot, able to withstand the potential hazards of the Divide and the Cloud. . .and yet an exception, an error, and they have gone rogue and berserk and even now pose a threat to you and your people from within. Furthermore, your child, your daughter, Sam, born of your flesh and that of the mutant master Unity, has been spirited away by a Legion monster of Dr. Dala's own make.

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Archive:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Tuffle%20Quest

>You are Maple Son-Mahogany, one of two young Tuffle twins thrown at Earth starting in early Dragon Ball by your "father," Dr. Raichi

>"Canon" had already taken a sharp turn from the "norm" when you began, and through your actions, choices, and dialogue, took even further turns from the "norm," and will probably continue to do so

>Stats and dice mechanics are used, and can be explained again as needed

>Let's all try to have some fun, ok?

And a pastebin: https://pastebin.com/DyHHgCYE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aO_Lpb2f6d4

Last time, on Dragon Ball Tuffle Quest Z! Towa’s nefarious plot to kidnap Broly, the Legendary Super Saiyan, was underway! Both you and Bra worked to keep Towa and Mira from taking control of Broly’s mind, and once back on Earth, Broly was truly freed from his father’s control... and wanted revenge. However, during a fight with Mira, Broly’s little trust in you evaporated once Mira let him know you were Goku’s wife. With only a few days left before Ozotto’s Tournament, Chuu Lee and Videl step out of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, stronger than ever, but will it be enough?

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Oh shit nigger it's a /qst/ game-thing, yea.

4 persons form a party to do something.
Each person needs at least 1 player to be the voices in their head to tell them what to do n shit.

Just give yourself a name with the character's team color to identify which person you belong to. Ex: "Red Faggot"

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This is a thread created for the "discussion" of civ evo threads, defined as multiplayer games where you progress a player civilization through the course of time. I figure a general will be helpful for those who are looking for feedback, advice, or spitballing ideas for a good civ evo.

Examples:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=tribevo
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1506542/

Current:
Fantasy >>1586714
Apocalypse >>1593113
This thing >>1580467

Discord: https://discord.gg/dmAjxJY

> Players
What sort of settings would you like to play in?
> QMs
Do you have a planned ending for the quest?

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You are Allen Starwind, a starship captain and veteran of the Great Interstellar War. Your starship is old, yet (mostly) reliable, and you must take on jobs in order to bring in enough cash to keep it flying. Last time, you arrived on Ganymede and began your mission to rescue Sally. Good luck, and fair skies.

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ZapQM
Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Starcaller

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The climb to awareness is a slow one. Nothing makes coherent sense. How can you be the very thing you are looking at? No, not like a reflection, but the very object itself? It is this awareness which leads to fragmentation, shattering the pieces of your consciousness which are lost to an unknown abyss. It seems, for now, the pieces are going to have to be sorted one at a time. You begin with what you can see:

Several rooms. It hurts to look at them all at once. It’s like a knife carving into your brain. You choose to look at just one. Your vision isn’t clear: in fact everything you’re seeing is in black and white. You have the vantage point of a spider on the wall, looking down, with a distorted fish-eye, to what looks like a communal living area which is empty of people, but does look lived-in. There’s a table in the middle of the living area, and padded seats making a C-shape around the table. Whoever lives here has no intention of tidying up. There’s stains and broken cubboard hinges, and moulding food on the studded-rubber floors. You find, interestingly, that you can see the living space from another angle: this time you are looking out from the circular table, seeing the empty chairs as your blink-and-move from one vantage point to another.

Can you leave this room? With a sensation like blinking you find yourself looking over a long, pitch-black corridoor which normal eyes wouldn’t be able to see. The steep darkness doesn’t seem to hinder your vision at all. You blink, clip-clip-clip, leaping along the empty corridor. You can see it has a grated metal floor, and soft padding on the walls, and many tubes and thick cables running up, along, and around beneath the metal frames like veins and arteries.

You keep going, clip--clip--clip.

Your vision has brought you to what appears to be a research lab of some kind. It’s the only place you’ve seen so far which looks pristine. There’s a human figure sat at a large computer monitor. You blink, and find you can see from a vantage point which brings you face-to-face (as it were) with an old wrinkly woman in a patched-together labcoat. Her grey hair is tied back into a bun. She has a large nose and small, beady eyes which glisten in the low light of the lab. She has her hands held together.

You might speak to her but you have no mouth with which to speak. You might make a gesture, but you have to body to gesture with. All you can do is blink: clip-clip-clip, around the lab, taking in all the various vantage points; a medical bed, research equipment, the five cameras dotted around the lab which you know to be your vantage points.

“Can you read this message? I will give you access to the message program.”

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Welcome back to Hollow Adventurer, the "borrowed" story of a lich who seeks his happiness. So far he's obtained an abandoned boy, a youthful sailor, some bait and a makeshift fantasy shotgun.

You head back to the port to check in with Johnny.

"Find something interesting?" He says.

You just respond with a simple nod.

"Not much for talking, eh? Well, I've found a decent ship we can use. Check 'er out!" He says, handing you a photo of a less blocky version of the photo nearby.

It takes some time preparing again, but you manage to finish whilst affected by the poison. The boy looks visibly worried, but you don't care. You've fought long and hard to get here. You've seen men both live and die, regardless of side. You've seen abominations roam through territories few have ever braved. Some poison from the sea isn't gonna do much.

5th encounter: A sailing vessel similar to yours is following you. The night fog is hindering your vision, but you can see their light shining as bright as the moonlight. What do?

>Let them pass, they're not worth our time
>Fools! Hindering my path to permanent happiness. They shall seek their end as I seek mine...

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30 miles East of Yuma, AZ
198X
5 years after the End

Archives
https://pastebin.com/Yg8ymvpE
https://pastebin.com/VYpxDHkK

Discord
https://discord.gg/92zn96

You are 22 year old Hank Dalton. You and your friends just massacred your way across 30 miles of hell to stop a group of skinwalkers from sacrificing two young girls to the Wendigo, an ancient monster now trapped in the body of a giant buzzard because you killed his last body and he's still pissed about it. One of the two Deputies escorting with you died in the process, the other is badly wounded, but both the girls are safe. And every fucking skinwalker is dead except for Billy Nez, who is heading for the hills in a bullet-riddled '49 Merc despite the two .308 rounds you put through his gut and shoulder. That crazy naked Indian is bleeding all over his battered lead sled's Tijuana whorehouse upholstery, barely keeping it on the road, hellbent on finding the Wendigo before his wounds finally overcome the drugs and sheer lunacy that are keeping him alive.

You hate to give the son of a bitch a head start but you have a feeling you'll need Chief's knowledge and expertise if you want to finish this right. Besides, that Merc's too crippled to let him gain much distance on you. You'll catch him. And when you do, you'll turn him and his pet monster into a wet greasy smear on the blacktop.

"For fuck's sake," groans Zoe, "Do you wanna catch this dude or not?" She pushes a button on the left side of the Chrysler's dash, which drops the transmission in Drive. With her left foot on the brake she gives the Hemi's throttle a couple mild nudges that rock the car back and forth.
"Calm your tits," you snap. Zoe gives you a death glare but stays silent. "Look, I gotta talk to Chief. Some of these things we're fighting don't stay dead unless you kill em the right way."
Zoe nods grudgingly. "Don't take too long." She leans back in the seat and switches on the radio.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VLXvATxHHiQ

Del and her younger friend are sitting outside the barn now, huddled together. Del seems to be half asleep. The younger girl looks a bit uncomfortable but can't seem to wriggle out of Del's embrace. Eh, they're fine. You walk right past them and step inside through the AMC Eagle-shaped hole in the wall.

Jim is busy reloading his guns. Judging by how mangled some of these bodies are it looks like even the Marlin got some use. One final skinwalker is trying to crawl away, one of his thighs is blown to shit and bleeding from probably the femoral artery.

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WANDERS BE AMAZED. This is your calling to destiny. Your life will never be the same after this. I am seeking chosen individuals who will be willing under go a quest of bravery and championship. The church has lasted many years but alas has fallen; I call upon you to come and help go riches are ahead pfHUUa is the discord link. My name is Bless. Please please, help

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Previous Thread: >>1563053

. New players are always welcome!

In this quest you assume the role of an aspiring student who is about to enter the Mageknight Academy. You must hone your skills, make some friends (and perhaps also some enemies) and fight battles in order to prove yourself worthy of graduating as a fully fledged Mageknight! Each year (every 100th turn) your character will be tested by the academy to see if your character is progressing well and meeting the Academy's high standards. After the 3rd year your character will head off into a their first mission for a final test.

How to Join:
New players must fill out their character sheets. The sheet must include the following information:
>Anyone can join at any time. Latecomers and laggers are given bonus action points to catch up with the other players.
1) Your character's full name
2) Your character's backstory, appearance and any other useful information.
3) You are given 3 Skill Points. Choose 1 starting spell and 2 other skills or spells.

How to Play:
1) Each turn you will be given 2 [Action Points]. Post your character sheet and your chosen actions along with a 2d100 roll.
>Normally your roll must pass the [Difficulty Challenge] of 25 in order to succeed.
>Getting a 10 and below is a [Critical Failure] while 91 and above is a [Critical Success]
2) All players must wait for the "TURN GO" post before submitting any actions posts. After which you must post your actions only to that post.
3) After all actions are processed and a new turn begins, update your character sheet.

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Previous:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1482743/
Char Sheet: http://pastebin.com/fUKdUWLF
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The last hollow of the group me and my peers, including Tora, have been tracking today bellows an earthshaking, bone rattling howl that seems to make even the cool morning air bend away from it in some kind of primal animal like fear. My snow white, bone white hair blows behind me like a dogs wagging tail. Confidently I step forward, as my fellows stay behind me zanpakuto's raised in case our quarry suddenly gets a second wind. And despite the cool mask I wear, my head is filled with stray thoughts. The frown on my face however becomes a smile, the weight of the dreadful secret on my back no longer as heavy as it was, now that I have one more person to confide in it with. Now only three, including myself know of my true nature. I muse, tilting my head as the horned and tusked hollowed roars again, nearly pushing me back as its rusty blood red fur sticks up like its been struck by a stray bolt of lightning and turned to an iron statue.

I cover my face with my free hand, my fellows moving around me into postions as the hollow backs away....Oh, its chosen poorly. Its going to try and break through us by going for me. instead of running or aiming for one of the gaps we've left. Glancing over at Tora as she gets into position, I wordlessly motion to her where she should go with a flick of my wrist. The only reason its taking all of us to take down this particular hollow is because its about as slippery as an eel freshly caught and is fast enough to simply run away from my comrades before most of they could react. And from the expression in the one eyed girl's sole eye, I can tell that she is just tired of this game she's been forced to play, with this idiot among hollows.

The hollow begins to crouch down and curl up, its eyes clearly showings its panic as it screams again and I walk against its massive roar, feeling more disdain for it than usual. Its a coward, and now its going to be executed. I'm sure my disdain is clear for my juniors to see.

But they don't know the extra hate I feel for this thing. Because as much as I don't like it, I am a hollow as well and this thing's existence is insulting me, I feel. I have no idea how something as stupid as it has managed to elude four trained soul reapers and necessitate my and Tora's intervention in bringing it down. It finally decides its time to rush me, and take a chance of catching me off guard. And I smile, already smelling its blood as I begin to enact my planned motions. My smile grows wider and crueler as I let my long hidden blood lust out.

Then my body burns into smoke, my skin flaking away into embers as it tries to bite through me. I reappear on its back and slam my nodachi through its back, pinning it to the ground as it tries to cut me to ribbons with its sharp fur. But it isn't sharp enough to make me bleed or even feel pain.

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