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Tired of scrolling through /qst/ and having no fucking idea what's going on? Tired of every quest being "part 56"? Well have I got the quest for you. It's a standard civ quest, option with the most votes in about an hour is what race and location unless something gets 3 votes before then. I will update a map for you occasionally to track the known world, though at the start the map will only include your settlement and the surrounding area.

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Dizzy trys rushing to recover the book, even with the enhansed speed of the spell she is to slow. Arachne takes her two razor mandables and cuts Monas book into three pieces that ignite upon hitting the floor.

A shout of anger and saddness comes from Cole as he tears several pages from Arachnes book. Once it begins burning he tosses it aside and embrases Mona, whom is already beginning to fade away.

Arachne isin't done yet though. It slaps Dizzy aside and rushes you! It's hand comes to a hairs breath away from you before jerking back. Dizzy has grabbed its leg and tosses it back into a wall. But somethings Different, Dizzy seems... Off.

"AGGGHHHH" Dizzy shouts as she pounces on the Dazed monster and visiously beat it face in with her bare fists. Your spellbook glows a bright yellow as Dizzy unleashes her fury on the the now, all but dissapered demon.

Even after the book is nothing but ash, Dizzy keeps pounding away into the concrete. Pounding into the indent the spider Demons body had made fro the toss and tha barrage of slugs.

"D-diz, its over."

She doesn't seem to hear you.

>A) Pull Dizzy away. She could be hurting herself.
>B) Check on Cole & Mona
>C) Do nothing.
>D) Other.

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Having a famous parent can be a real bother, especially if they're an evil ruler of the land. 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 servants, 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 travel you came 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 some orcs. At least for awhile, though now with knowledge of a prime location for claim, you prepare to set out once again. An overgrown, ruined castle awaits through the great forest.

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In the Worllunan system the one of the local Eyegores remote satellites was suddenly bombarded with Necrotic energy signatures and a sudden gravity well that seemed to appear nearly on top of the drone. There was a flash of sickly green light and a moment later a corvette of Armada make emerges from nothingness.

Immediately strikecraft and picket forces began to mobilize at the arrival of the unknown ship that appeared mere kilometers from the Eyegores drone. There was a moment of confusion for the Think Tanks in the system as there was a psychic broadcast from the vessel and then the picket forces relax.

Only a handful move in to assist the corvette as the Think Tanks within the craft communicate with their Think Tank kin and the Deep Rot. The corvette was quickly recognized as the vessel that had been equipped with the prototype Necrotic Drive several solar days prior from the Horizon's Drop system.

You find it somewhat amusing that the Necrotic Driveship had only travelled at an FTL speed that would seem primitive to most other factions, rather than abducted by the Masked as several of the Think Tanks had loudly proposed. To encourage the Think Tanks you send a short message of thanks for their service in such dangerous projects. They swell with pride before they begin picking apart the data from the voyage to increase their progress on the research.

There was another notice from the Think Tanks, this time reporting of a grave failure among them. A lab conducting the Advanced Mental Reading projects has gone silent after a short psionic shout from the Think Tanks working on it. You were glad you had commanded the Think Tanks to conduct their research on the isolated scorched world after their repeated accidents.

Even as the Reconstructed cleaned out the remains of the burnt out Think Tanks and their brain-dead test clones, the replacement Think Tanks merely consider such failures as learning opportunities. They pour over the gathered data, searching for the mistakes to improve the safety of their projects or even unexpected results of the failed project that could be expanded upon.

The Think Tanks held little concern for their individual safety, finding the pursuit of knowledge and experimentation the highest satisfaction they could achieve. You were loathe to restrain their enthusiasm as long as the collateral damage could be contained.

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You are Richter Von Tracht, Lieutenant and commander of 5th platoon of Lord Von Blum’s 1st Battalion, 3rd Company of Panzers.

It was about 2:00 in the morning, and the city of Salzburg was dark as the black waters of the Glennz it lay upon. One of the few amber lights left dotting the city was at the assembly area for the special operation you were about to take part in.

From the outside, this assembly would have looked like a mere collection of crates and supplies, no different from the numerous cargoes still being shipped from the train station. In reality, the place was where almost fifty soldiers and engineers, as well as you and your tank, were preparing to move to the dark shores of the Glennz in order to kick off the oncoming war with Valsten with a suitable explosive opening.

Besides you and your crew and (borrowed) vehicle, all of the other men here were purportedly of “Bat Company;” a formation of light infantry under one Captain Honnrieg selected by the planners behind this operation, apparently for their fighting spirit and skill in infiltration. They seemed a crude and unruly bunch, lacking in decorum, but for all their appearances they nonetheless went about their tasks with quiet discipline.

Of course, their commander and one of the engineers had just finished trying to lead you on with a line of what seemed to be complete bullshit. Something about “a look” and how it meant you were going to go nuts at any time, or similar vague notions of your impending doom.
Naturally, your response to this was really only what could be expected.

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Two years ago today, 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 733 of the "main" timeline. You the players will be able to influence events throughout the Dragonball/Z timeline and possibly change the course of history, depending on your choices and the will of the dice.

Quest rules:
>10 minute vote times(if this gets popular enough), first vote to 3 wins, and ties decided by my roll
>Dice rolls will be counted only AFTER voting ends
>first 3 rolls, best of the 3
>I hold final say on any decisions; write-ins are allowed if not too meta or game-breaking.
As this is my first time ever QMing anything, I will be keeping things somewhat on-rails, at least for now. So strap in and let's have some fun!

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You are Oxorre, The Endless Vortex. The God of Consuming Fires and Ashes, Harbinger of the Storms of Dust and The many-mouthed hand of Death. Master of Reincarnation and Miracles.

Last time you successfully defeated Pyfther and freed your humans. You also learned how to better intimidate your enemies. After you victory the humans started celebrating. In your grand wisdom you decided to join them. After waking in a bed with two human females you took your leave and entered The Realm of The Forge for a little rest and relaxation. Then you had five gods arrive at your realms, only to be interrupted by the voice of Pyfther in your head.

You can find the old thread here >>1530794

>Current # of worshipers: 1 000 100
>Hans # of worshipers: 50 000

You suddenly realize why the other god feels so similar. It must be Pyfther

"Pyfther, I guess you didn't dissapear completly huh?"

"..."

He seems to be thinking

"Pyfther... that sounds right, like an old friend"

"Do you happen to recognize any of our... guests?"

"..."

Great more hesitation

"I don't remember much. One seems familiary to me, I don't think we got along. Another is very, very old. Almost as the universe I would bet. I'm afraid I don't recognize any other"

...

You don't get much more time with Pyfther alone when the door of your room is quickly opened. You can see a god rush in, his form seems to be that of an empty suit of armour. The armour glows with a golden arua and he has metal wings growing out of his back. Behind him you can see the other gods following behind him.

"Five gods show up asking to see you and you send your skeleton here to stall for you? What is the meaning of this?

>A)"Calm down I was dealing with something"
>B)"You shouldn't have come barging in
>C)Introduce yourself
>D)Say nothing
>E)Other: Write-In

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You are Captain Shihōin Yoruichi, and you're of two minds. On the one hand you'd like nothing more than to kill the man in charge of this latest attempt to destroy the Seireitei on your watch, and on a more personal note the one ultimately responsible for Riku's nearly-fatal wounds. Capital punishment isn't even that hard of a sell here, since you're fairly certain that trying to obliterate a large chunk of the Soul Society by crashing an equally large chunk of Hueco Mundo into it violates at least one of the Central 46's laws.

On the other hand you did sort of say that you'd bring the man back alive in exchange for information, which while impossible to enforce still constitutes “your word”. And even if he's earned death several times over the value of your word is still important... though if it were between that and your duties as a Captain you'd probably argue that your attempts at showing mercy had been rejected.

It's not like you're some kind of god who can make people do the sensible thing. You can only make the offer.

“Alright,” you announce to your hastily-assembled escort of two Eleventh Division officers, “listen up. You can fight to your hearts' content, but I'm not gonna pull any punches just because you got in my way. Take that how you will.”

“We know how it goes,” Ikkaku grumbles. “Let's just get to it.”

“What my partner,” Yumechikka adds, elbowing Ikkaku in the ribs for emphasis, “means is that we know how to keep to our own fights. We won't get underfoot, Captain Shihōin.”

“Good,” you nod curtly. “Either one of you know Sentan Hakuja?”

“That's a kidō thing, right?” Ikkaku shrugs. “Our Division frowns on that sort of...”

Yumechikka interrupts by producing a long white strip of cloth from his left sleeve. “All this posturing is getting unsightly. I take it you're trying to conserve reiatsu, Captain?”

“That's right,” you nod, grateful that you won't have to make the choice between speed and wasting your energy to transport two extra bodies. “This isn't exactly my specialty, so I'd waste reiatsu doing it.”

“Please just don't tell Captain Zaraki you saw me doing it,” he sighs, spinning the fabric around the three of you in a swirling white dome. “Where to?”

“The White Road Gate,” you order. “We need to get to the Shiba home.”

“Understood,” Yumechikka replies, and the gate quickly appears outside the dome before the Fifth Seat recovers the white ribbon and stores it in his sleeve.
>1/3

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OH SHIT NIGGER(s) it's an adventure about killing vampires n shit.

3 vampire hunters is going to infiltrate a vampire castle to kill the head vampire there for casting a spell than kept the world at perpetual night time.

While on the Vampires' side there's Bob the Vampbeast given the mission to stop these hunters.

After a secod raid on the vampire armory, shenanigans happened and it blew up. Now the hunters have a bunch of broken armor and weapons pieces

Each character needs at least 1 player to be the voices in their head to tell them what to do n' shit.

Just name yourself something with the highlighted title under the character to identify which team you're going with. Example: Regular Hunter Faggot -> Controls Oswell the regular Hunter

Need at least 1 player for each dude, DOESN'T mean each character is limited to 1 player.

The more players each character has, the more rerolls that team gets.

Previous threads:
http://pastebin.com/sR3G3F2A
https://www.mediafire.com/folder/ici3zlnn9ytyy/ADVENTURES

https://twitter.com/notapaladin

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Here's our discord where we handle direct communications/secrets.
https://discord.gg/fNwhBwd
Some basic stuff about the civ:
http://pastebin.com/JeLgCpu6
Archive:
http://pastebin.com/sJUQB60g
We have a wiki as well!
http://civbulgar.wikia.com/wiki/CivBulgar_Wiki

Roggar - along with its allies - is engaged in a major war against the Caliphate of Rhoznax and the Empire of Zhongian. The war began in early summer and it is now early autumn, 812. We've managed to make some territorial gains, but our armies have taken a lot of losses, their total numbers having dropped below half of what we started with.
While the war rages on Setyrias and Hajatas, recent news have also come of the Akeshisu Empire invading the Pantheonic Kingdom of Selaven.

Zemis, Year 812


>>Population:33,32m
>>Agriculture:8/10
>>Resources:9/10
>>Manufacturing:9/10
>>Trade:8/10
>>Finances:7/10
>>Morale:8/10
>>Prestige:9/10


>>Buildings: House of Lords,Cathedrals, Gladiatorum, Academies, barracks, dry docks, monuments, finery forges,Great Lighthouses, sewers,schools,watermills,windmills,hospitals, baths, Renaissance architecture, stained glass;
>>Economy:three-crop rotation,standartised manoral agriculture,quasi-pastoralism, stable Mark,artisans and workshops, no debt
>>Culture:Code of Roggar, quality festivals and folk culture, books,printing press, dragonslaying, good arts, calendar,noble manners,Tournaments, improving propaganda, Universities
>>Technology:heavy plough,horse collar,wind mill,sewers,stirrups,quality metallurgy, good glassworks, medium medicine,medium natural science,quality mechanics,good crafts,good textiles,medium fishing,improving blackpowder
>>Government:Feudal Contract, good bureaucracy, City Guards,Legisature, trial of ordeal, elective monarchy, Council, Holy Pantheonic Empire, Imperial Law, standartised measurements
>>Magic: MAGA,quality golemancy,medium alchemy, medium enchantments, good spellweaving
>>Military:230k troops total deployed on all fronts; At war
>>Navy:60 carracks, 25 caravels, 1 superboat, DRANK
>>Religion: old gods shamanism, Pantheon worship, Virism


>A.Food production & growth
>B.Culture & religion
>C.Construction
>D.Military
>E.Government & laws
>F.Exploration & colonization
>G.Research & development(Cooldown)
>H.Navy
>I.Diplomacy & war
>J.Magical matters
>K.Trade & Finance
>L.Other

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A continuation of the original thread.
First thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1500695/

you add new rules into the normo community.
New rules:
+ any normos still alive will be exucuted
-any old memes
+any user of the old memes shall be crucified
-tophas
+new website name is 42kun
+you're not allowed to say anything against your 4clover overlords.

This is great

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Previous: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1465815/
Char Sheet: http://pastebin.com/gccDj2ef
Other chars: http://pastebin.com/0igFQkgf
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The air is cold, despite it being the start of the summer, its like these woods know how grim and spooky they look. I frown, swishing my seemingly endless tongue around my mouth as I walk down the stone road I found near the lake. It was almost hidden by leaves and dirt, but it certainly leads somewhere and my curiosity I will admit got the best of me mostly because I smelled sin and that smell has only gotten thicker the farther I've gone down this little lonely road, not even hiding myself from sight. Because why should I? that takes all the excitment of taking risks like this, I have no idea where this path is leading and the atmosphere is like something from a horror story, who knows what could be stalking me right now? Just that unknown rush brings a goofy grin to my face as I prance down the pathway swinging my hips as I hum to the same old beat as before.

Aha, this is a terrible idea. If something unpleasant surprises me I could get all torn up, and I keep finding myself glancing between my lusting for some excitement and scared little girl I used to be as I remind myself just how scary these words once more. It feels like something I've seen in hell honestly, but more...alive. I can't actually describe what makes these woods scary besides just that I have a feeling they are, a gut instinct that should've rotted away by now.

But ah well, no need to worry about what the mortal me would fear, I mean I'm not her anymore and I could easily deal with any trouble I find out here unless its really bad....but I've been having lots of good luck lately, and its not like a certain someone will pop around a corner or anything.

"Mali?" Iris asks, seemingly walking out of the shadows from the bark of one of the leaning trees that tower above us, making me scream in surprise, and jump back feeling my heart stop for a second or two "What are you doing out here? do you always have to wander off when you get bored, darling?"

She frowns as the shadow flows off of her, her skin turning back to its usual pale white, looking me up and down with a guilty look in her eyes "Oh, I didn't mean to scare you but...seriously what are doing out here, Mali?

"Y..you didn't" I say, trying to hide in the shadows so she doesn't see my skin turning swirls of red and bright pink "And I smelled some sin down this road, so I was investigating it"

"Hmm?" Iris asks, tilting her head as I turn to continue my walk with a spring in my step, her ears tilting in the same direction

"Yeah, so do you want to join me for awhile, it'd be a nice chance to have some more personal time, right?" I purr as she smirks and follows me without a word.

"But lets not go too far" She says, wrapping her wings around herself like a cloak as she usually does "Some of the maids said they heard odd noises in the night"

Cont

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This quest takes place in a hyper-simplified version of the DC Universe, where all your favorite iconic heroes, villains, vigilantes and vagabonds reside. Because of the incredibly complex nature of DC’s existing collective Intellectual Properties, this universe is a neutral, baseline interpretation. This means explicit redundancies, clone characters and multiverse shenanigans will be removed almost altogether.

You will be playing as Rick Regal, a 16 year old high school sophomore who has just moved to Central City with his father after his choosing to relocate for work. Rick’s path down the road to heroism, villainous conquest or burger flipping normiedom is entirely up to you.

>Rules

You will be given prompts to vote over Rick’s actions and decisions in order to influence his path, and particularly challenging actions will require dice rolls and a collective mental capacity superior to that of a rock. Write-Ins are allowed and encouraged, but I am not obligated to use them.

Voting lasts until 10 minutes after initial prompting. Whatever gets the most votes goes forward. After rolls are prompted, only the first three will be counted.

>Dice
1d100, Difficulty Checks intentionally obscured.

No successes results in failure, one success results in a minor positive outcome, two successes result in a major positive outcome, and three successes make you feel warm and fuzzy inside. There are no critical successes, but critical failures result in a removal of a success.

For updates on scheduled run times: https://twitter.com/PapaSlink

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Not really storytelling, but still collaborative art. Go to TwitchMakesArt_Channel on twitch (can't post link) and let's draw something together!

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Ayy we're gonna play god and stuff.

The thing in front of you is a God Cell.
It can be molded into any form and can change its composition.

First it needs a basic form
>Humanoid
>Bestial
>Insectoid
>[ _Type_In_ ]