Chargen Quest

>>1271762
>A shitty isekai quest.
Fun

>>1271762
>A shitty isekai capeshit scifi quest. Or how a humble accountant turned into an intergalactic super hero with bodacious babes... unappreciated sidekick.

>>1271762
>A magical realm

>>1271762
>an shitty isekai scifi quest about a humble accountant turned into an intergalatic conqueror in a setting that tottaly isn't just sci-fi with medieval fantasy races.

Oh that's right, you came from another world, a death that only revealed a new beginning in a new, spectacular, magical world capeshit scifi—a world that could only have been conceived with great love and thought on a Wednesday night. A world that is sure to be erased and restarted, so when next time rolls around, you'd be drinking bleach instead of reading about it.

You gently caress the tread plating that makes up the ground underneath you. It gives you great comfort, of course, knowing that your mana-powered centrifugal space station is spinning at an incomprehensible speed to simulate an artificial gravity.

With this perfect moment, you fondly reflect on your goal of conquering the known multiverse. Of course, you died a complete waste of space before you were resurrected. An accountant, as humble as you were, who failed to meet the vicious demands of the twenty-first century. Thankfully with your capable body, knowledge from another world, and rigged dice, it'll be a cinch.

You are:
>A vampire.
>An average anime protagonist.
>A Shakespearean actor.
>A futa monstergirl.
>A sexdroid who likes to spike her pleasure cores.
>Trick.
>A magical girl.
>A trap.
>Ribbed for pleasure.
[]Write-in.

>>1271903
>a trap sexdroid who moonlights as a magical girl

>>1271903
>>A magical girl.
>>A trap.

>>1271903
>A average anime trap protagonist

>>1271903
> average anime trap cyborg monster girl protagonist

Reborn in the beautiful body of an average anime-trap-sexdroid-who-moonlights-as-a-magical-girl protagonist, your new superpower intergalactic conqueror form still has your flawless computational prowess as an accountant.

With your heightened hearing from having your ears pressed onto the ground like a fucking idiot, you catch incoming footsteps in time and manage to get up. A bodacious babe walks in the door as you pat the metaphorical dust off of your slim, robo trap bod.

Because you are not a degenerate, you choose to withhold how the tight fitting clothes that suffocate your body and cutting off your mana circuits is like plastic wrap entangling a seal as it slowly starves to death in the Arctic Circle. Speaking of the Arctic Circle, your harem member, you mean, sidekick, is waiting.

Her name is:
>Write-in.

And she's good at:
>Acting smart as a way for the QM to provide ham-handed exposition.
>Presenting herself as a foil to the MC and generally being an incredibly well-thought out character in general. Just kidding, she's a bitchy tsundere.
>Being incredibly spunky, which is one of her many tomboy traits along with no sexual appeal and great combat prowess.
>Raising the aesthetics of the space station by a nominal degree without doing anything.
>Sucking away long into the night, particularly with a vacuum cleaner on your floors as a trusty maid.
>Absolutely fucking nothing, but there's a strange sort of appeal in that.
[]Write-in.

>>1271762
>Being incredibly spunky, which is one of her many tomboy traits along with sexual appeal and great combat prowess.

>Her tits fluctuate at will to whatever you're yearning for and since she's like a living ditto she's 100% ready to cater to your fetish fuel.

>>1272136
This, especially the tits part

She's incredibly spunky, which is one of her many tomboy traits along with sexual appeal and great combat prowess. Except not so much on the sexual prowess, as her tits fluctuate at will to whatever you're yearning for, and since she's like a living ditto, she's 100% ready to cater to your fetish fuel.

It's likely that's her power, but you don't ask.

The Arctic Circle, as she was saying,

"Heya, Captain!" she says, lightly punching your arm. Her momentum carries from her massive jugs, waves of energy visibly rippling, all the way to her arm. The delayed strike almost sends you across the floor, but due to your sexdroid trap body, you manage to stay on your feet.

"What's the report on the Circle?" you say, a sentence so characterizing it completely shatters your ability to self-insert.

"Ah, well...! It's hard to say..." she says.

"I do not have all day. Soon, it will be nightfall, and I have duties to attend to," you beep.

"The trouble is," she replies:
>The designated conflict is an intergalactic policing force that's sent to stop you.
>A crew of raiders composed of perfectly modeled Succubi that will perpetually blueball the MC.
>The Empire.
>Rogue mana-solar winds.
>A company of wizards that threaten to deprive you of your sidechicks. You mean, sidekicks.
>Cancer.
[]Write-my-quest-for-me

>>1272174
>Tell her you're in the mood for a busty black haired librarian type as you grope her.

>"Rebel forces have been discovered holed up there. Our job is to take care of it. Well do it in the usual way of subjugating all the women and annihilating all the men who aren't cute."

>>1272205
>The Empire.who wants to use a company of wizards that threaten to deprive you of your sidechicks. You mean, sidekicks.

>>1272205
>>A company of wizards that threaten to deprive you of your sidechicks. You mean, sidekicks.