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>This is the bbeg.
How does this change your last campaign?

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Alright, time for the new Civ I promised. Would have pisted a couple minutes ago, bjxut my internet went wonky.

No Humans or Elves, they belong in the weekly Druid Civ.

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Fuck yes. Conspiracy 2!

http://magic.wizards.com/en/articles/archive/news/announcing-conspiracy-2

What do you guys want in it?

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What would you change in WH40K lore? I would change the stupid ''Orks are fungus'' thing and make them reproduce sexually and also capture girls for rape purposes it would also spawn a lot of Ork porn I could get off too I would love to be fucked by a Warboss as his cuck Nobs watch and be covered in his thick Ork jizz then the Nobs would take sloppy seconds and then rest of the klan would fuck me including Gretchin.

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I have four True-name nemesis. Should I sell them now or hope they go up?

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Tell us about your sci-fi homebrew.

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Alright, looks like we're going to go and meet the Orcs, as well as develop Culture!

Let me post these in a sec.

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Which is better, Gork or Mork?

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WHY ARE WIZARDS SUCH BROKEN FUCKING BULLSHIT.

IN ANY GODDAMN D&D ROUND WITH MY AUTISTIC FRIENDS THERE IS THIS ONE ULTRA-AUTISTIC FAGGOT WHO ABUSES WIZARD BULLSHIT EVERY SINGLE TIME.

AS GM I LITERALLY HAVE TO CRIPPLE HIM WITH SOME STUPID MADEUP BULLSHIT I PULL OUT OF MY ASS EVERY SINGLE GAME SO HE WON'T JUST SOLO EVERY ADVENTURE

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>Listening to D&D podcast at work
>First character introduction is pretty fun, dickass halfling adventures
>Female character gets introduced, is playing an elven noble starting at a ball
>gm asks "what are you wearing to the ball"
>GENDER STEREOTYPES. IM THE ONLY GIRL SO OF COURSE YOU'D ASK WHAT IM WEARING
>continues to rant for like 5 minutes about gender roles

Never dropped a podcast harder. Fuck you godsfall. Anyone got a recommendation for a real play podcast that doesn't suck dick? Every one I've seen so far is either killed by a Tumblr bitch (godsfall, critical hit, penny arcade) or is just awful players playing awful games (drunks and dragons, crit juice).

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Last time on Tokyo Ghoul Quest.

"Well... There was a reason I chose the place." She says, seeming to shake in place.

"Why's that?" You ask, leaning closer to hear her.

"So you could come over after." She squeaks, quickly unlocking her door.

"G'nite." She darts up to peck your cheek before dashing inside and closing the door.

You stand there a few minutes longer, just imagining her lips on your cheek.

Maybe there's more human in you than you thought.

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Your character has returned to town after successfuly completing his task. You have 1 week to lay off, what do you do?

Hard mode: Your character is a female

Impossible Mode: Your character cannot do anything related to his class/level up

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Welcome to Academy City. The time is now morning, the weather is metallic, and the date is February 9.

You are Kyril Torikov, and your sides hurt. Apparently you were much more injured than you thought. One lost kidney, several inches of your intestines, two ribs, and the nearly half of your abdomen had gone missing. That was what the doc had said when he was finished stabilising you. If you remembered correctly, Etzali did have some kind of disintegration ray, or something. It had been so far at the back of your mind that you had left yourself open. It worked. Whether it was worth it was another matter. Given the mess of machinery surrounding your and their near silent whirring, you couldn’t be sure. For the foreseeable future you were going to be hooked up until a more permanent solution could be implemented.

Bedridden as you were, news and well wishes had filtered in. Mostly it was from Nayuta. Apparently the recording of Etzali’s final moments had been captured, edited, and spread loose on the wider web. You didn’t have to guess who was responsible for that. Those who had the technology savvy to catch a glimpse of it had been in awe, or at least that was what Nayuta had assured you. School District 10 had remained quiet, surprisingly enough. Again, Nayuta had commended you on your effort on having stabilised the district. Given that it was your money that was circulating the district it better damn well be stable. There was still the issue of how to deal with your now newfound fame though.

While your sunglasses stumped electronic facial recognition, it did little good against the Mk1 eyeball. You assumed that your boss, or your secretary, would eventually show up, to settle matters. Thus, as visiting hours started the first person to walk in through the doors surprised you. It was,

>Your little sister
>Dinah and Taylor

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This is not ok

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Okay /tg/. Everyone likes to say you're shit at Magic, but here's a chance to prove them wrong.

Also post other puzzles if you got 'em.