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You are awoken by the sunlight hitting your eyes. You stretch your fingers to feel something metallic in your hands, it’s a medium sized dagger. You look around your surroundings to see a forest with tall evergreens growing around you in all directions. Spotting a small almost translucent interface in front you to see which reads Welcome to Perfect World… but before you can keep reading you hear a rustling coming from you left to see a snarling wolf ready to attack you.

> Try to fight off the wolf with you dagger
> Climb up a nearby tree
> Other(Write-in)
Whatever you choose roll 2d100s

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>January, 1860
>Montgomery County, Georgia
>Seaborne Plantation

The light never wakes you. Never has the time.

It’s always the crackle and pop of the fire that brings you out of the dark. You don’t feel the warmth of it—hearth’s too far from where you lay, in your bed of hay and two blankets. Two Blankets. One to keep the straw off your skin, the other to cover your body with. It was a rare sight for just about any nigger on the plantation. You were lucky.

Mam Hany liked to point out to you whenever she got the chance, it was a luggshury. Or was that Lucksury? Heck if you remember. She had a better chance at remembering words than you did, being a nigger that knew now to read.

“Done sleepin’, child?” A gravelly voice asks from near the flames. You pull your body from the hay and glance over to see an old man sitting in a wooden chair, his skin a shade lighter than your own and his white hair thin on his head. A thin wooden stick in his hands. He’s dressed a better than most of the others that live in the line of shacks that you and the rest of Master Seaborne’s niggers live.

Jeb is a house slave. He has more than most. Like this shack that he keeps to himself—he let you sleep here. Out of the kindness of his blessed heart. The Master let him have his own place, since Jeb has been around since he was born.

He doesn’t have to share like the rest.

You murmur something you don’t hear yourself, A good morning or maybe just a yes, and Jeb just lets out a chuckling grunt before standing up shakily, leaning on the stick. “Bout damn time too. You took any more o’ mah time, I was gon’ kick you awake. Where you working today, child?”

>The Fields
>Stables
>Cotton Gin
>House

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Previous: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/45563499/Char sheets: Layla http://pastebin.com/AZhZH83v Maria http://pastebin.com/Pz8RjLpu
Eli http://pastebin.com/MTKD1usQ Marla http://pastebin.com/xxAh2vEH

They are coming for me again, a trifling affair, for no man can stay my heart's beat. A lark almost, a joke even, but I know these coins have things besides men in their ranks, and I am blessed to have only met these, godless heavens thou they may be, mortal men. I sigh, walking down the hall, hearing them whisper orders to eachother, taking positions to ambush me like a mad beast, I grin widely, and raise my revolvers

"Let us pray together, one, last time" I say as the dull, dim, dark hall lights up with noise and lights

I frown, soon there will only be silence..once more
and here I shall stand
alone once again
.....
Layla
"Sooo" the headmaster says flatly as I glare at him from across the room as he grins smugly "You know we don't have paid vacation days right?"

My tails flick behind me as he giggles at his own joke, it's actually gets on my nerves a bit, mostly because I don't see how he can see that is funny, it's more of a statement than a joke

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You are a first-time DM soon to begin a campaign using a premade adventure module. You have six willing potential players, but the module you're using is clearly written for only four. Handling more than four would be highly difficult, especially since you've never DM'd before.

These are your potential players:

>Player 1: Longtime player. You've been in games with him before, but wouldn't exactly consider him your friend. Very much a power gamer/munchkin. Really socially awkward; you suspect he might have actual autism but know better than to ask. Always smells like Cheetos. Playing a Warforged Paladin.

>Player 2: Stereotypical Reddit atheist, fedora and all. Will probably bring it up in game. Huge fan of a certain cartoon about horses. Is a furry. Playing a Tiefling Rogue.

>Player 3: The fattest, neckbeard-est fat neckbeard you've ever seen. Breathes really loudly and it's annoying as fuck. Massive weeaboo. Playing a Lizardfolk Monk.

>Player 4: Trans girl, just began HRT. Never shuts up about Steven Universe. Playing an Elf Cleric.

>Player 5: Only female in the player pool. Never played a TTRPG before, but plays a lot of MtG. Self-identified feminist vegan. Claims to be a "grey-panromantic demisexual"; you have no idea what this means. Playing a Human Sorceress.

>Player 6: Massive STEM elitist. Moderately red-pilled. More of a wargamer than a roleplayer; owns over $5000 in 40k minis. Waifu is Chaika. Playing a Dwarf Artificer.

Who do you accept, who do you reject?

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Today has been altogether a very good day. You have reentered the civilized world and within minutes, got yourself a place to live that wasn't out in the cold! Sure you had to fight your new roommate first, but that was completely unrelated and no one died! You are Tom Gainer and you are cautiously optimistic about your situation. Jim Knots, the Monstrous Super who has been afflicted with the form of a Minotaur, is cooking in the kitchen of the house he has graciously opened to you. It smells like... vegetable stew. You wound up going back out to the reserve to pack up your camp to take what you could with you.

The room Jim lent you smells vaguely of cinnamon and apples. To your left, a full size mattress and box spring lie on the ground it is covered by hot pink bed sheets. You placed your things against the wall opposite to the bed. Its a little depressing that you can carry all of your belongings under one arm, you think as you lie down on the bed. You don't care that its pink; only that it is supremely comfy compared to a sleeping bag on the ground. You ask Jim if you can use his shower and he directs you to the master bathroom of his ranch-styled home. Six months worth of funk and grime wash off you and you feel human again. Your mind shifts to introspective thought. It felt good to be able to use your powers today. If you hadn't caught that police car, the cop inside might have been crushed to death. Jim would have been charged for that death and labeled a Villain by society. Chances of him seeing his daughter again would have been slim to none. In a sense today, you might very well have saved three lives in one act. And it felt good. Speaking of feeling good, your hair feels lighter as months of grease is scrubbed off with the vanilla scented shampoo. You wonder how much shampoo Jim must go through in a month...

You finish your shower and Jim tells you that dinner will be served in about an hour.
[CONT]

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>This is a quest taking place in an alternate version of the Naruto world during the same time period as the story, with a few notable differences. You will be playing as Kon Karagowa, a young Leaf Jonin. Your character is defined by your choices, so write-ins are always encouraged. And remember to have fun!

>Quest Info:http://pastebin.com/i69yvu3T

>Previous threads:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Leaf%20Ninja%20Quest

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Alright, Gnolls, Orcs, Undead, or Ursine!

Pick yer people, and a place!

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>Game studies, ludology or gaming theory is a discipline that deals with the critical study of games. More specifically, it focuses on game design, players, and their role in society and culture. Game studies is an inter-disciplinary field with researchers and academics from a multitude of other areas such as computer science, psychology, sociology, anthropology, philosophy, arts and literature, media studies, and communication.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Game_studies

Is this a scam?

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You are Irue Valen, blood heir to house Valen and currently the leader of a small squad of peasants who you called your knights. Months ago you thought the world was your oyster by birthright, and only since have you discovered that you were going to have to struggle and fight for every inch of ground you wanted. Concealed away by your own family, thrust into a world that was far larger and more complicated than your gilded cage had even begun to suggest, you had experienced a crash course in what it meant to be a noble in La'Fiel.

It wasn't fun and courtly games. You met people evicted from their homes, forced into brigandry and lives of homeless extremes, and realized that their voices meant nothing to the titanic forces that had swept their entire lives aside while bickering between each other. You realized first hand the weight of what it meant to fight alongside the people putting their trust upon your shoulders; That they would sweat, bleed and die in the hopes you could lead them to a better future. You learned that everyone had their own game, that even if someone's blood was the same as yours, they wouldn't hesitate to push you aside if it benefited them.

Along with those lessons came a slew of experiences you regretted acquiring. Facts about yourself you'd prefer to have remained ignorant of, and the hard realization that the only power in a word was the implication of the action to follow. Hollow words... Things like that would never find your knights a home and path in life again. Was it any wonder your relationship with Rinnier had been so rocky, when all you could do time and time again was offer her reassurance and lip service of your intentions?

"We've scoped out the place as best we can. There are a lot of houses here, we don't really have the manpower to look through them all; Especially if we accidentally find someone."

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I have a player that wants to play a psionic character in an upcoming campaign in Forgotten Realms.

I dislike the idea of psionic-using people in highly magical settings, would I be a douche DM to say he's not allowed?

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Do you like Fate? Why/Why not?

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An Inquisitor has demanded that we put up a new regiment to aid a crusade that is compiled in the area. As loyal citizens of the Imperium we will fulfill this task.

Give me 1d10 for the classification of our new unit.

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Part three of the sometimes slow, sometimes exciting, and sometimes retarded goblin CivQuest. I originally tried to start the campaign earlier in the day, but there weren't enough original players online.

Your inventory is:


A shattered cart that says on one side "Mr. Jenkins Porridge Store".

A dead horse.

1 large vat of blueberry porridge.

1 large vat of apple porridge.

1 large vat of maple porridge.

1 large vat of that kind of porridge that has candy dinosaur eggs in it.

1 wood ape.

40 g.


Threads:

>>45686286

>>45698096

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Welcome back to Anonimi Thread 3.
Note that I am not the original OP for both threads.
Thread 2: >>45644601
Thread 1: >>45602700

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Greetings citizen. You've been selected to save the earth from alien attacks and we gladly accept you as a mandatory volunteer to our cause. You'll be taken to our base were you'll be given a assault rifle, pistol, flak jacket and a stun baton. Your job for the time being is to shoot invading alien life forms or preferably stun them so they can be taken back to base and studied.

Good luck soldier!