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Girls Girls Girls!

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Pokemon%20Island%20Adventure%20Quest
https://twitter.com/GobbleQM
Character info pastebin in progress: http://pastebin.com/iB0tb7rz
Dice odds for best of 3: http://pastebin.com/994WTT3g

General rules:

There is a 10 minute voting period after each post. Non-contradictory votes will be combined as best as possible.

Write-ins for all votes are always welcome and encouraged. They may not all make it into the post or be altered to fit in, but I'll do my best to at least try to address the spirit of the write-in.

Very important or contentious votes may be redone in a stricter voting system as circumstances warrant.

Combat mechanics involve three rolls of 1d100, taking the best, and using the base accuracy and crit ranges of the game, roughly, but the 'turn order' will be more like the anime, where sometimes you can do a few moves in a row or be hit by a combo of moves yourself, all depending on circumstances. Stronger moves tend to take more time and have more cooldown than weaker moves, so beware of that timing. Speed is more important for closing ground, intercepting, and other things and doesn't necessarily mean going first. Infact, you can do more than one move in a row like the anime, but so can your opponents.

Call me out on a mistake and receive a suggestive picture, mostly likely a butt.

Pokemon:
Gobble (Munchlax)
Mace (Roggenrola)
Belladonna (Roselia)
Dice (Croconaw)

Badges: 3

Location: Kaitwe, your house, your bedroom

Recently: Dice evolved, you had a date with Jane, almost joined a Team, and got indecisive about girls some more

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You are a character with powers in the AC universe. Let's first determine your abilities.

A) Urban Empathy - When in the city you have instinctual control over the environment. (Similar to Poison Ivy's control over plants just with city stuff, very versatile)

B) Fortune Cookie Telling - Whenever you eat at a Chinese restaraunt, as long as you finish the meal the fortune you receive will come true that day.

C) Reality Manipulation (Fiction) - You can bring into the world anything written down in a critically acclaimed fictional tale.

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Your ship rolling in heavy seas, you dream of endless skies, the grey expanse, and the writhing things that lurk beneath the clouds and the waves...

You are Commander Reynolr of the Citadel Empire, proud captain of the CAS Brora (PS-4-917), an armed trawler based in the wretched Kraegsk Archipelago. Your presence here is tied to the nature of the storm-ravaged Kraegsk - north of resource-rich islands and a major naval warzone, the floating wrecks of great warships are carried by the currents to smash against the jagged coasts of the Kraegsk. You are to recover Citadel personnel from wrecks, protect salvage ships, and ensure that the enemy Republic and its craven mercenaries does not gain control of the Kraegsk from their own naval base, at the opposite end of the archipelago. Every month, a convoy of cargo ships picks up scrap that cannot be used or embezzled by the forces of the Kraegsk and takes it back to the naval yards of your homeland - loss of these ships is unacceptable.

Before the Citadel-Republic war, the Kraegsk was inhabited by a series of destitute fishing communities living in the shadow of the ruins of the old Astaeran Empire. Now they are forced into the service of the belligerents, powerless to resist the meager forces allocated to the Kraegsk.

You are aboard the Brora, heading north for Scrap Bay. There, you're supposed to board a merchant ship that will take you to the Volcano, a neutral haven where you'll board an airship on a mission with a certain Mr. Bucard.

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>You are Anon.
>And man, you could REALLY go for a snack right now.
>Your roommate, Chad, flicks to a shitty history documentary about Hitler who may have fucked his dog who may have been an alien.
>Why the fuck is this called the History Channel again?
>"Ay yo, Anon. Go to the store and get us some donuts and shit, a'ight? Here's a ten."

What do, /qst/?

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Lee rummages through the large box on the floor as he arranges various figures on the table, each figure uniquely painted and assembled with care as they face across from the crudely and haphazardly assembled force on the other side of the table of odd, somewhat humanoid figures wielding a mixture of plastic weapons and scavenged trash molded into a somewhat facsimile equipment. Several are adorned in candy wrappers or have arms taken from tossed out children s toys glued into place. One has a car antenna ornament for a head, smiling blankly with sets of cut up plastic jabbed into it to form a set of tusks. The taidaren triplets toss the figures about the table with no real care as they make their selections.

“I'm surprised you didn't sell this one when they said I was dead.” Lee says as he hefts out an almost football sized chunk of plastic molded into a mass of teeth and claws towering over the other miniatures.

“We tried.” the triplets reply “Hard to sell, to expensive.”

“Oh.” Lee says. “Well, glad to hear you missed me enough to pick my apartment clean.” He orients the large figure as the table forms various hills from a mixture of haptic hologram projections and a layer of reflexive tissues forming into a valley with a mixture of debris scattered about the area, with a crumbling road connecting the two armies.

“Alright. Sushi, you roll for the initiative.” Lee says, and hands him a small die. He sucks it into an air jet, puffing his body as the jet tenses before spitting it on the table.

"Lee gets first deployment." The ceph says blandly. The triplets make a collective sigh of squeaking exhalation, their tongues clicking in and out in frustration as they watch Lee place the large roughly insectoid figure firmly on the table with an audible thud, and its base sinks into the flesh terrain to secure it in place.

The Lord General looks at your titan as steam billows from its breathing holes like fumes from a great machine, its neck spewing visible heat as the vents for its forward weapon flair bright red. It steps forward, crushing the road beneath its great clawed feet as it begins its march. The air fills with swarms of wasps and warriors clamor over its carapace, nesting in the ridges of its armor waiting for the time to strike.

Welcome back to Hive Queen Quest!

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Pardon me for not posting yesterday, I was preoccupied.

You pull out your trusty Mosin, only to find out it's empty. You reach back for a stripper clip, work the bolt and position yourself to fire.

Boom!

The shot shattered the furry's crotch into thousands of gibs. You never thought you'd see the day a beautiful ball-shot such as that happen by accident. But enough admiring your work, you've got hunting to do!

The other decided to stay back, learning how to aim his PPSh-41. You hastily work the bolt, trying to get another shot in.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=LPoTipyp1E0

His SMG tore away at your leg, making better progress than the others you've met thus far. But that doesn't mean you're dead yet! You fell back, adjusting the aim...

Boom!

The surplus ammunition never lets you down. It pierced the enemy's chest mercilessly, digging in until it burst through the back. So far, the base is purged of all intruders.

Lying on the ground, you saw that the first one had a detachable bayonet, while the other had spare ammo for Ol' Papa Sha. You drag yourself over there, picking up and inspecting the gear closer. The PPSH-41 (Papa Sha) is in relatively good condition, the bayonet is rusted with (hopefully) furry blood. You look around even more, feeling like something was missing.

"Medic, can you get over to the border right now? Kevin's downed and in need of prosthetics." Drake calls.

"He's a good soldier, knows we need to save painkillers for the civvies." You think to yourself, blacking out slowly from the pain. This is the first time you've lost a limb...

When you awaken, you see that you're in a white room, with Ira resting her head on your bed (she's not sleeping with you). That's when it hits you.

"Shit! We've lest her!" You yell, waking the medic from her peaceful nap.

"Ah-huh-wuh? Er... Reporting for duty!" She panics, saluting to nobody in particular.

You try to get up, but the pain has paralyzed you. Ira is too busy being confused to spout useful info, but you might have time. Should you:

>Wait for Ira to regain her senses
>Force yourself out of bed to search for Kelly

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You run through the halls, barely decent in a pair of teddy bear pajamas and a Batbabe tshirt.

You are late! With a meeting with one of the Proprietor Senpais! You can get in trouble and if they don't like you you'll get fired.

And you already started and you think a cute nurse wants to murder you. And if she does that off camera you'll likely stay dead.

That's bad.

You through open the door to the staff members office, a small stained glass window overlooking the ring from above.

The proprietor of the establishment, Jimmy Damn stares at you from his desk, frowning at you.

"You've made quite a mess of my bookings." He states.

You

> :C [You are awfully sorry]
> ( >.<)=3 [She flatlined you! You were allowed to fight back and those chairs couldn't have been that expensive.]
> ( ?.?) [What?]
> ( Ou<) [You are welcome]

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You sit in your office, overlooking the street and park while you sip a beer while your smoldering cigarette lets curls of fading smoke float off into the vents above you.

You feel your phone buzz. You set the chilled bottle down and take a look, Cheryl, your ex-wife. You set the buzzing phone down and let her leave a voice mail this is one of the few times you can sit back and enjoy life. You sip the beer again closing your eyes and leaning back in your chair until you hear the desk phone ring. Shit. Must be work, another scumbag or lowlife needs help getting out of a bind they put themselves in. But that's the work you're best at, you help people, for a price.

You pick up the phone and pull out your notebook, the voice on the other end of the line is.

>Salamanca, The Cartel's receptionist (work for a drug cartel)
>Brian McGill, Mafia messaging service (Work for irosh mob)
>Luca Fabrizio, Old School Mob Capo (work for italian mafia)
>Mary Donnelly, your loyal receptionist (work for yourself)
>Write In

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This isn't working.

Your eyes have had time to adjust to Natalia's office. Despite the harsh shadows cast by the light of her computer screen, you can see that Natalia's jaw is tensed. Her hands are pressed firmly against the surface of her desk, her eyes boring into you with promises of awful things in your future.

You pissed her off, you realize. At least you can take pride in wiping that smirk from her face - but now Natalia looks ready to fight tooth and nail.

You need to change things up, but, "Like I said earlier," You say. "I'm willin' to do what I can to smooth that little infraction over. It was made in the heat of the moment, it won't happen again."

"Then, Ms. Bellman -"

"Of course," You interrupt.

"Are y- if you would stop being rude and-"

"It should be obvious that-"

"-allow me to finish-"

"-I was reacting-"

"-we can come to an-"

"-to an unprovoked act of-

"-agreement!"

"-aggression!"

Natalia pauses, and you take that moment to press the attack. "Push all you want, Mrs. Bookchild. If you wanna fight, I'm certainly willin', but you and I both know you've got nothin' that can stick."

Natalia's heated voice shifts, growing cold. "You seem hellbent on making me your enemy. As a piece of friendly advise, I can inform you that that is a poor decision."

"Well, I certainly don't want that, Natalia." You hook your thumbs into your pockets. "It's obvious to me that we aren't coming to an agreement, and since we're exchanging pieces of friendly advice and all,"

"Being coy will not help you here." Natalia interjects.

"Not being coy ma'am, just doin' what my dad taught me. He used to say that sometimes people get frustrated and say things they don't mean, right?"

"Your point?"

"Well, I certainly didn't mean what I said about your corrupt and shady fucker of a security guard," You smirk a little as Natalia pushes herself up from her desk. You continue before she can say anything. "And I hope you certainly didn't mean to try and blackmail a new student."

"I've had enough of your insolence," Natalia reaches for the phone on her desk. "You've tested my patience, and-"

You tense at that. "I hope you're not pushin' this into legal action, Mrs. Bookchild. You know how the news is, they'd eat up a shady guard actin' all violent towards a little ol' girl like me."

Natalia whips her head up towards you, hand on the phone.

"Can you think of the headlines, Mrs. Bookchild? I certainly can." You smile. "And I don't think that type of attention is one you want."

"Do you seriously think bad publicity will change anything?" Natalia says.

"Do you want to be takin' that risk? I mean," You shrug. "Like I was sayin' sometimes people say things they don't mean, and the second part of what my dad always said is that then they take some time to walk away. Y'know, cool off from bein' frustrated."

"Get to your point." Natalia glares at you.

> [Cont.]

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Evolution Revolution

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Pokemon%20Island%20Adventure%20Quest
https://twitter.com/GobbleQM
Character info pastebin in progress: http://pastebin.com/iB0tb7rz
Dice odds for best of 3: http://pastebin.com/994WTT3g

General rules:

There is a 10 minute voting period after each post. Non-contradictory votes will be combined as best as possible.

Write-ins for all votes are always welcome and encouraged. They may not all make it into the post or be altered to fit in, but I'll do my best to at least try to address the spirit of the write-in.

Very important or contentious votes may be redone in a stricter voting system as circumstances warrant.

Combat mechanics involve three rolls of 1d100, taking the best, and using the base accuracy and crit ranges of the game, roughly, but the 'turn order' will be more like the anime, where sometimes you can do a few moves in a row or be hit by a combo of moves yourself, all depending on circumstances. Stronger moves tend to take more time and have more cooldown than weaker moves, so beware of that timing. Speed is more important for closing ground, intercepting, and other things and doesn't necessarily mean going first. Infact, you can do more than one move in a row like the anime, but so can your opponents.

Call me out on a mistake and receive a suggestive picture, mostly likely a butt.

Pokemon:
Gobble (Munchlax)
Mace (Roggenrola)
Belladonna (Roselia)
Dice (Totodile, for now)

Badges: 3

Location: Kaitwe, your house

Recently: You had a talk about what you want with Keira, got girl advice from dad, was accidentally sent a video you shouldn't have by Hana, battled Jane to your first tie, and now Dice is evolving

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Hello again fellow creators of /qst/. After a well deserved pause, I'm here again to continue our journey into the Regional Evolution of our Moon Worlds. This thread we will be visiting the Ocean Habitats of Janus.

As GM, I'll do my best to actively work on phylogeny charts to track the evolutions, and also make random events for the world to drive evolution down new paths. Since this is the first time I've done EvoGames focused in a Regional perspective I'll be experimenting with how I approach these threads for better viability later on. Also we will visit the Ocean Habitats of Rienia next thread to explore life's evolution there.

How to play:
• Open an image of a species in MS Paint, or your editor of choice
• Make one evolutionary change to that species
• Save as .PNG!
• Post your new species in the thread with a description of what evolution you've added and why.
• Details indicating what the generation of your species is important. Please indicate. (Base Organisms are Generation 0)
• Details regarding a creatures size or name are encouraged, but not required.
• Nothing too outlandish. Anything silly or derailing will not be considered a canon species 95% of the time.

Notes:
• Unless stated explicitly, no species ever goes extinct. Old species can still evolve, even if they're not on the latest "chain"
• Try to make your evolutions gradual and realistic in biological standards.
• Everyday I'll add an update Phylogeny Chart to track changes. These take awhile, so please be patient.
• Expect a Random World Event at least once per thread to shake up the world and game.
• There will be no Mass Extinction Event in the near future, so enjoy building and evolving to your hearts content.
• When this thread reaches its endpoint, we will be switching back over to Moon World Rienia next thread.
• Have fun

New to the Game?:
• Don't be shy. If you have an idea for an organism and want to spend the time making it, please by all means do so.
• We also have a Discord to keep you up to date on EvoGame activities, and chat with other folks and myself. https://discord.gg/kk8eJgJ
• Work on an Imgur Gallery to track evolution and provide up-to-date info on each world is still on-going. It will be posted soon. (TBD)
• There is a Blank Template that you can use to make any organisms you wish to make for this game below.
• Just a note, while it doesn't matter how intertwined your organism is with the rest of ecosystem, the more dependent it is on the existence of other creatures, the more potential your organism has to survive.

The Description of the present Janus, Setting, and, and more will be posted in supplementary posts.

Previous Threads for Janus and Rienia: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Lunt+system

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Good Morning, Afternoon, and Evening to Anons all over the globe. (Yes, even in Europe)


You are Xavier Lewis, Doctor turned survivor after the apocalypse. You narrowly escaped Chicago and came to a small Illinois town by the name of Stronghurst which seems to be the last bastion of humanity in this stricken world.

Along the way, you met many interesting characters, including a zealot self proclaimed prophet which you promptly killed, and a power hungry dictator ex-general who you instilled to lead the town. Under his firm leadership, the surrounding fields are being replanted, protection is getting put up, and the world around us is getting explored.

The last time we saw Xavier, he was heading to Davenport to see if the military there is still functional, or even alive, or not. You had stopped at a rest stop where you had awoken a horde of infected, crashed your car into the small group of infected, almost gotten trapped, and then flung 20 yards from the explosion of the truck you had crashed. The last thing you saw before blacking out was someone pulling you towards your parked trucks.

Thread 1 http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1500742/
Thread 2 http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1521124/
Thread 4 http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1556440/

Twitter https://twitter.com/FATGQM

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You are a rather capable pilot, hired by the Eaglewatch PMC for your services. The company seems trustworthy, but perhaps it's all a sham.

Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/tT1S2beh

First things first wins.

As you walk out of the bunker, the brightness of the sun makes you shield your eyes. Maybe a stop by Eddy and grabbing a set of glasses wouldn't be such a bad idea. As you stride across the base, you notice the crews and staff all going to their positions; the entire base waking up with an impressive pace. You walk past the corrugated hangars, then making your way past the first few concrete and tarp ones. The memory of Bodhi buying you a paint job comes to mind, a smile forming as excitement builds.

You turn the corner, taking in your jet all in once. The rising sun perfectly showcases the plane to you, the fresh paint job reflecting in all the right ways. The design is immaculate, showcasing a burly tiger, seething with rage. A pair of pegasus wings sprout from his back in full swoop, with intricate sets of daggers held in his fore paws. Perhaps Eddy should have gone to art school. Smiling, you collapse the ladder from its compartment, clambering up to the cockpit. You open the canopy, taking in your view from the seat for a brief moment before resting your helmet on the seat. Taking a second to watch a F-14A take off, you close the canopy, and hop off the ladder. Several stacks of crates take your attention. Closer inspection, mainly on the printout on the wooden sides, reveals them to be the ammunition you ordered the night before. You stride to the front of your hanger, and stretch your back out, before a dark drab green takes your attention. A quick few steps reveal it to be a McDonnell Douglas F-4E Phantom II, known as 'The Flying Brick' to some. Going off of the order of the planes in the hangars, it seems as if this one's crew arrived sometime during your sleep last night.

Noting the new crew members in your mind, you head down to the mess hall, and immediately grab some breakfast. As soldiers of fortune, it seems, the company can spend more on food. At least, the scrambled eggs and french toast seem to think so. You take the plate and fork and sit next to Bodhi, who's currently conversing with two people sitting across the table. One is definitely older than the other, and they share some definite resemblance. Though, it could just be their matching flightsuits.

"Hey, Ranny boy, the man I was lookin' for. These guys are John and Junior, they fly tandem, and they got on base a few hours after you did. What did you say you flew again?"

John chuckles, resting his elbows on the table.

"Nothin' but ol' Brick herself, an F-4E. My son Junior works as my RIO."

Well, that's certainly new.

>"Wait, you have your son flying with you?"
>"I saw your jet. Very nice, I must say."
>"Well, how experienced are you two?"
>Write in

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MIRANDA

“Well,” and you fix her with a steady eye. “We need to know everything. Your encounters with the phantom, top to bottom. Leave NOTHING out.” You lean back, still never breaking eye contact. “Start from the first time to the most recent. Include everything you’ve done immediately before and after. Alright?”

She nods, a bit primly. “Alright, then. The first one, well...I have to admit I wasn’t thinking it was a threat- honestly I just thought Me-Gan was pulling one of her infantile pranks. You know, some sort of thing mocking me and the fact that I like to be professional. So I thought ‘well, I won’t let it get to me,’ and sang back.”

Hm. Alright. Decent start.“Give me details. What was the first interaction LIKE?”

“I was just messing around, really. I saw someone moving at the little wooded area - you’re well aware of the area around the cloister’s stage.” Purps rolls her eyes, behind the diva’s back. “I carried on with the 3rd number of Alaran’s Call; and then he started singing something from ‘The Opera.’”

“And what was that?” you ask further.

“The Angel of Music.” She says, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“And you just sang with him?” Purps presses.

“Yes; he retreated after the number; everyone else arrived shortly after- which is when I believed that one of my may admirers had managed to sneak into the cloister.” She explains, shaking her bed hair back and forth as if she was overacting; “Well, that, and smitten with me - he desired to sing.”

“I don’t know whether your optimism is charming, or your arrogance is stunning.” Purps says rubbing her hair.

“HEY!” Alice shouts, fingers sprouting little tiny flames.

Oy. “Enough.” They both immediately stop as you keep your eyes on her.
“Moving on. Tell us about Billie’s incident.”

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You control a simple ball-shaped organism that hasn't started evolving, and your goal in this quest is to help it survive!
You only roll when fighting or trying to avoid it (D5), however I roll a D5 in my every post, and five means that you can evolve a single position from a list I will post.
Usually I wait for 20-30 minutes before I reply, but time might vary depending on how busy I am.
With that being said, let's begin!

You find yourself in a middle of big, sandy area. On your left there are some trees, on your right a big lake and both behind and in front of you there is a big desert.
You chose to:
>Stay
>Explore woods
>Explore lake
>Explore desert