This board is for author-driven collaborative storytelling (i.e., "Quests"). In a quest there is a single author who controls the plot of the story and who drives the creative process. They can choose to take suggestions from other posters, or not, at their sole discretion. Quests can be text-based, image-based, or a combination of the two. Drawfaggotry is strongly encouraged!To facilitate the author-driven nature of quests, /qst/ differs significantly from other boards in that the OP of a thread is considered the quest's author, and has some basic text formatting abilities: [b]bold[/b], [i]italic[/i], and color tags [red]red[/red], [green]green[/green], and [blue]blue[/blue]. Therefore, only those people willing to put in the effort to be a quest author should post threads. If you do not intend to run a collaborative story, do not post a thread here! This includes meta-threads.Dice rolling follows /tg/'s format (e.g., "dice+2d6" without the quotes in the options field rolls 2d6).
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It is the 27th of July, 1944. The 4th Armored Division prepares to take Coutances. You are an M4 Sherman tank and its crew, at the tip of the spearhead. Who are you?Tank Type: M4 Sherman (Early) (75mm)Tank Name: _____Commander: Sgt _____Gunner: Cpl _____Loader: Pvt _____Driver: Pvt _____Assistant Driver: Pvt _____>Write-In Names>>Write-In Backstory if it fancies you
>>6352043If the QM is in favor I'll back that, with Krieger assuming it's just the alcohol addling his mind. Perhaps Nelson studied at a seminary but dropped out due to a lack of faith, until the war restored his convictions.
You are The Black Dog, currently ordered in France to mop up scattered enemy forces, reeling from the breakthrough of Operation Cobra. Sergeant MacHeath, a schizophrenic Scotsman, leads the crew. The gunner, Corporal Potter , helps keep a level head when need be, but can’t be bothered to do much else than shoot, smoke and gamble otherwise. Private Krieger is next in line, the most German he’s spoken and learned having been within the last few months. Private Nelson is the resident pessimist, mainly responsible for ensuring Private Cage doesn’t get up to no good.A fine tank, and crew for her![0730], 7/27/44The sun rose slowly on the French countryside. It was The Black Dog’s first assault, and all nerves were on edge. They were about a half hour into their advance when it happened. A friendly tank down the road burst into flames, a streak of light ripping through it. Small arms fire whipped around the tank, bringing everything to a halt. “It’s a damn Panther in cover! Ass to us! Looks like some infantry their way too!” Contacts:Enemy - Pz. V - Medium Range - Front Left - [TURRET REAR VISIBLE]Enemy - Infantry - Medium Range - Front Left Friendly Forces - Close Range - Rear LeftFriendly Forces - Close Range - RearComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6352094>Rotate the turret and engage. [GREATER KILL CHANCE]It's rear is to us, if we land a good shot we can take it out in one go. >Fire Bow, Coaxial, and Heavy Machine guns at your discretionTheir infantry won't have anti-armor weaponry, let's mow them down with our heavy machine gun.
>>6352094>>Rotate the turret and engage. [GREATER KILL CHANCE]>all crew button up>coaxial suppress infantry
https://youtu.be/dyIeNYt_Vvs?si=_c5pWEOu1jSwgJS5based quest
You are a failure. Your life was an unmitigated disaster. A comedy of errors that would be funny... If it wasn't you. You USED to be a star. You USED to shine brighter than any other. You were a prodigy. You used to be... Someone. Everything you ever wanted and needed was within your grasp and you lost it.Now, though? You're nothing; your purpose has been ripped from you and you can't let it go. Everyday exists for you to daydream about what could have been. A pointless and painful exercise in imagination.However, you've realized something. If you can't achieve your dreams maybe your children can. It wouldn't be you, but at least your child would embody some of your essence. Their story would start from you- you would be an undeniable puzzle in their greatness.And that's almost enough.The question is... What was your passion? What is your regret?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6351685>Music
>>6351685>HeroI want him to force his daughter to fight in revealing spandex.
>>6351685>Write-InWe peaked as an adventurer
>>6351685>Write-in>AdventurerWe are doing Venture bros
>>6351685>Hero
Welcome back! Don't worry, you didn't miss a thread, I just completely failed to label the prior one correctly. That aside, last time: Mark worked his assignment at Wayne Manor and set off a domino chain that eventually led to the raid of Scarecrow's most recent Fear Toxin Laboratory, funded by Kal Quincy Late.====Previous Threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Gotham%20City%20Beat%20Cop%20Quest===="I was just checking in." You say, trying to stay casual. "He was one of the first calls I ever took and I promised to look out for him.""You promised?" Caesar asks, he pauses for a moment before following up. "Did you promise my dad?""I did." You reply quietly, like your words could physically break the stillness in the air. "But uh... there is something worth celebrating still. We nabbed Scarecrow today.""Woah." Caesar marvels."Did Batman help?" Isabelle chirps as she gnaws on a plain tortilla.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6351796>"They'd never approve it, too much risk in your going to campus... but maybe we could work another angle. We could photograph our perps, show you a book and let you finger anyone you recognize as anarchy. Help separate the wheat from the chaff."I feel like this is a fair compromise. Caesar wants to help, and this would let him do exactly that. Besides, we've got a bit of free time to ourselves. Might as well put in some legwork and see if we can set the investigators up for success.We should definitely hit up Commander Reiner about this beforehand though. I'd rather not do this off the books and have it bite us in the ass again.
>>6351812If we were going official and these are students their mugshot for their ID should be on file.
>>6351812+1We learned our lesson. We do it on the books
>>6351796>"They'd never approve it, too much risk in your going to campus... but maybe we could work another angle. We could photograph our perps, show you a book and let you finger anyone you recognize as anarchy. Help separate the wheat from the chaff."As the other anon said, we can just go to the school admin and ask for a copy of the image files used for student IDs, then filter it down to a manageable number and go through them with the kid.
>>6351796>"They'd never approve it, too much risk in your going to campus... but maybe we could work another angle. We could photograph our perps, show you a book and let you finger anyone you recognize as anarchy. Help separate the wheat from the chaff."
You are Tristain d’Rusalka, a noble from the United Kingdom of Fodlan born with unique abilities bestowed upon you by the Goddess. You have journeyed across the sea to the desert kingdom of Morfis after receiving an invitation to join a mysterious competition. Though you know little of the trials that lie ahead, the winner of this contest has been promised the hand of Morfis’ Princess, Yulia Xan Phanes, in marriage. Seeking adventures, thrills, and battles that would be worthy of your might, you embarked on this strange voyage with nothing but your trusted axe.After surviving the deadly third round of the competition, you have made it to the top eight of Princess Yulia’s suitors. The final round consists of a tournament, which sees you up against the strongest warriors from four different nations. Whoever comes out on top shall be crowned the next King of Morfis. Do you have what it takes to rule?>Tristain d’Rusalka>Level 42 Wyvern Lord (EXP: 20/100)HP: 78/78 (130%)Strength: 42 (75%)Magic: 32 (50%)Speed: 29 (40%)Defense: 33 (70%)Resistance: 28 (50%)Luck: 29 (65%) Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6352020he wasn't even in the academy with us
>>6352021Wasn't his whole deal with us that he tried to constantly duel us for honor in the academy though?
>>6352022no, he only tried that once and Leopold gave him a tongue lashing. he's from a whole other generation
>>6352020>>6352023Fine I'll change it.>"Sure thing! I can always make time for favourite Paladin of the Knights of Seiros."
>>6352011>B): Speak with the man
[Illusion of a quest AKA ONE SHOT.]The eternal malice of the sun bothers you from a long and weary sleep.You open your eyes for the first time.The world appears boundless and without form.You open your mouth and let out no vagitus to rend the air.The horizon is empty and full of opportunities.You are but a newborn and yet it is not hard to stand.Let's begin.
>>6351550I only wanted to describe the enemy, sorry
>>6351550It hates. What it hates, it does not remember.
>>6351550The gun is incomplete. It is missing something. Its hunger, its hate, are for that which it once was.
How can I open things wroten in post like 132457e982 or smthg ls? Im new
>>6351966Open how?
Welcome back to Our Brave Boys, a quest that is more about worldbuilding (or loredumping) but also a somewhat light RP setting. You are all young men of 20 years of age and are part of the Nation's Apprenticeship Required for Male Youths, otherwise known as ARMY. The Nation is one of many countries of the Empire, but after decades of suppressing Republican Revolutions, the Nation emerged as the leading faction championing the Monarchy, placing the late Princess of your Nation on the throne as Eternal Empress.The quest essentially runs as a world event where you are all common soldiers who have little control over the progression of the war, but are nonetheless free to write bits of your characters' thoughts and even subtle actions to bring life to your characters.The Nation has a mandatory conscription policy for all young men, who must serve for 5 years after conscription at 20 years of age. Nearly a year and a half has passed since the quest started, although new boys are welcome. You might want to skim through the archive to understand the lore.To get conscripted, please take a look at the instructions in the first thread: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6220569/OOB2: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6258776/OOB3: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6309125/SummaryYou are the junior brothers of Lexion XXI, 41st Artillery Cohort, Battery Green, Section 1.The Empire has been ever watchful over Republican Revolutions in neighboring states. When the Southern Principality erupted into revolution, Legion XXI was commanded to establish a foothold to prepare the rest of the Imperial Army to land for invasion. You and your brothers had successfully assault and captured a small port town just outside the Ancient Capital, holding it for a few weeks. Just then, the rest of the Imperial Army arrived...
>Crom wonders what will happen to the camel's when they move out. He has grown somewhat attached to them. However he hopes they will be let free as to sheild the inocent animals from the battles to come. He also hopes they won't be butchered to feed the army.
>>6351592>Naro sips at some of Gorkau's ale. The local alcohol at home was never very good and he's not gotten any since joining the Army.>It's actually quite good, but he thinks it might have an aftertaste of potato peelings>.....explosives?>Explosives were largely forbidden in the mine, the coal being soft enough to dig by hand and the constant danger of gas and dust explosions>That said, they were used to blast new adits and on the surface and he managed to sit on on the blasting of roads and foundations on the mountainside>While not formally trained, he's picked up enough to know how to cut a stick of dynamite, measure and connect fuses, space, drill and pack a drillhole and general explosive safety>Seeing nobody else, he apprehensively raises his hand, hoping he won't have to do this in a hurry under combat conditions
>>6351592Nezu has heard of dynamite, but knows almost nothing of its practical capabilities, and so stays quite. When Naro raises his hand,he feels a pang of fear for him, as he recognizes one thing: if it wasn't dangerous, they wouldn't be asking. It's been some time now since they've been able to share comics and art, but Naro remains one of the boys Nezu is closest with, in his quiet way...
>>6351592>Ale? Decent enough. Tastes a bit of potato peelings, but with the ingredients used the greater surprise was that it wasn't more Potatoey.>Dynamite? Gorkau has heard a few iron-miners mentioning the stuff between their drinks after work, but even there he wasn't certain how much they talked of the real stuff>so he doesn't so much as venture a thing
>>6351592>Ichigo takes a sip of the ale Gorkau poured in for him. He's not used to alcohol, but it does help soothe his nerves a bit. Soon enough, they'd be at the doorsteps of war.>When he heard from the lieutenant of the dynamite, he got a bit more excited."Dynamite! Explosions! Amazing!">Ichigo holds his hand before his mouth. The excitement of utilizing and preparing the explosives got to him.>He has played with fireworks as a kid, but he never handled the real stuff like that. But a situation like this would be a grand opportunity to prove oneself.>Ichigo raises his hand to lieutenant Nozo's question:"W-While not directly with dynamite, I have some experience playing around with fireworks with some of the older brothers of my village."
Last time, you made a bunch of phone calls yet again. Another long spiral of voices going in and out this damn device. Its electronic functions, square shape, and unnecessary brightness displease you. The world would be better without them. One day, you will return to older times, when you read letters — and complained anonymously over billboards. But that’s not now or then.The relevant fact is that Matilda is joining your efforts. The Mafia topic is more personal to her than half of the people here. But not all. Celia and Aurora have big stakes in the operation.Right now, your briefing came to a sudden stop. Once again Lydie dropped a cliffhanger worthy line. Your lovely Beth is a former member of the International Assassin Syndicate! Props to the hyperactive rich girl, when she said she was interested in the prisoner, she meant it. And somehow, she got the information from the femme fatale’s mouth!“Huh… I didn’t know that. I should’ve pressed Beth about her past.” Crossbill is fairly impressed.“Beth is a what…?!” Liu’s mind remembers the events of last night, and her poor frizzly head can’t wrap around it.“You’re making stuff up, Lydie. You should give me back my fanclub. Nobody should withstand a liar in a position of authority.” Vera frowns. “Anyone with me? I wanna see some hands raised.”“Get your own fanclub.” Lydie glares back. Isn’t it yours?“H-How do you have the gall to say that to me of all people?!” Vera can’t believe the shamelessness. “Besides, the point still stands.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6351752“No need to be humble! I greatly appreciate your expertise. But it’s a disaster, she looks malnourished. She shall feast on my name! I have the perfect serving for you, Spooky!” Lydie goes through her phone’s photo gallery. It’s full of Lydie’s selfies with objects and people she finds fascinating. There are way too many of them. Even some with you! There’s one with Rora! Even Bubbles! After some scrolling, she lands on a picture perfect burger. “Here, my dear! Grow strong!” She sweeps it in front of Odetta.“How am I supposed to eat something flat, genius...?” Odetta is unimpressed. You learned a couple of methods last night.“Why do you have a png of a burger on your phone...?” You dryly ask. “I think you need to drop it on top of her.” Aurora suggests.“Ha! I have to do everything for this helpless pet. So be it!” Lydie does as suggested. “Enjoy!”After dropped, Odetta has a two frame animation of her eating the burger in its totality. Looks low budget.“There we go! Hehe!” Aurora loves the little flair the game has. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6351756“Why is’ like’ the game affecting her if she’s the real lil’ O?” Aurora is confused.“I guess having the app installed is making her act like this?” You assume. Nothing about Odetta’s ghost form is something you can deduce without trialing and error.“How do I make her burn those calories?” Lydie needs support.“You press over this icon here.” Matilda presses the command on the screen that forces a quick running animation on Odetta… “Woah! Look at her go, Ohohoho~!” Lydie is experiencing child-like wonder. “Look at her, my love! She’s doing her best!” She excitedly makes you look at the pained ghost.“W-What… the… fuck…?” Odetta is exhausted.“Mat, you play this game?!” Aurora’s mouth is open.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6351757>>Download the app. Huh, and get your own pet! This ad worked on you!>>Ask to see Matilda’s SoL pet.
You are GEROME. You have been jailed pending trial on the charge of the RAPEMURDER of multiple infant babies. You are in the LONGHOUSE PENITENTIARY. You want to escape.What do you do?
Start secreting PENILE ESSENCE through jail door bars.
I'll resume tomorrow, probably.
>>6350483Deliver, this looks fun.
May you choke on 20 feet of penis, OP.
OP is no longer with us. He has been accused of RAPEMURDERING multiple babies and sentenced for life
OH SHIT NIGGA. You are lady Firemane. Of the (formerly) noble house of Fireborn! You were once the greatest wagon racer this side of the kingdom. Sadly due to shenanigans, you lost everything and went into debt with the Adventurer's Guild in order to survive. But then you found the Inexperienced Hero, Ezekiel "Kid" Rutebega ! You took him under your wing to mold him into the hero he's always meant to be: your devoted apprentice (probably)Ezekiel's older brother has started his campaign of destruction, he leads his hordes of undead barbarians to ravage the lands. As members of the guild, your party has went on the quest chain to stop said undead barbarian horde.In pursuit of said barbarian horde, the party is currently going through the SPOOKY FOREST™
>>6351807"Can't we talk this out?"
Rolled 88 (1d100)>>6351813Why?
>>6351814"I bruise easily"gotta go eat brb
Rolled 55 (1d100)>>6351816Well someone is gonna race and I don't see nobody else.
Rolled 84 (1d100)>>6351816shut up and drive, NERD
Your name is Harold Eadric, and you’ve just signed up for war.You don’t quite know what it is about, but at this point, you will take anything to get out of your village. Years you have been longing to become a man of the world, yet your circumstances have never allowed you to venture much farther than your local village with a name you cannot pronounce. At least you have been able to read stories about the world, and they only made you want to get out of this town more.Sucks then, that your existence up to this point has mostly been concerned with growing wheat. There isn’t much else you can do in this village, really – if you didn’t plough the fields, you’d have a hard time finding anything to eat during winter. So you wasted your childhood away in the drudgery of this eternal routine, just like your father, grandfather and those before him had. All the while, you hoped you’d find a chance to get out. And just as you had recently turned into your eighteenth year, fortune struck."The King is looking for brave men to join the Fight against the treacherous Laumey de Galamad! His men have attacked and slaughtered our people! Answer the King's call and join his armies!"Your family had protested, your mother had cried when you packed your stuff and left the home and fields which had formed the entirety of your existence up until now – it was all in vain. There you were, speaking to the man in his tent; having mentioned your literacy and fitness brought on you by your years in the fields, he now requested… something else? Something else you could do? You already mentioned literacy, didn’t you?
It had been a while since the recruits had set up camp. After a couple times of doing so before, you had become rather proficient at setting it all up yourselves: even the cooks commended the recruits on the sturdiness with which their quarters were set up before starting their work on that night’s dinner.While the sun was slowly beginning to set, you were sitting around a small fire with the small group that had quickly become a customary unit throughout the day. Through bragging and banter, you were sharing the experiences you had during the miles spent on the boats. Leonard was still busy stretching his legs – his poor limbs had remained folded for about five hours on the boats, and he lamented the prospect of having to spend another day rowing in the arduous position. Robin pulled the remains of this morning’s bounty out of his knapsack, giving you all a small treat before the rationed dinner that was still hours away. At some point, Morris took a bet that he’d be able to get some food out of the orchard you had seen earlier: though none of you had much money left (or, in your case, any to begin with), he still managed to get some pledges from his comrades. Two particularly eager betters were Simon Carter and Mira Palmer, both betting against eachother on whether Morris would make it out with any loot. Simon promised he’d try and make something special out of the spoils if Morris delivered it all to him. When asked what this special something was, he stated that the element of surprise would only serve to make it better.In the meantime, Robin and some others expressed interest in going to see the soldiers work the locks. Many had never seen much of a river before in your lives, and the spectacle of the massive doors that blocked your progression had awakened some form of interest in many of the Bowlander recruits. The soldiers were taking their sweet time with the work, and everyone was a bit unsure if everything was going according to plan. Eventually the group was preparing to split itself into three, with some accompanying Morris to the orchard, others wanting to see the locks in operation and a few wanting to stay behind to play a game of cards they borrowed from the soldiers earlier.You didn’t entirely know with which group to go, though.>Join the group going to the orchard. It would be fun to see what Morris could pull out of it before the farmer noticed, and what Simon had in store for the bounty-to-be.>Join the group going to the locks. You’d never seen these before, and part of you did want to make sure that everything was going according to plan with these seemingly complicated machines.>Stay with the few recruits that were staying behind. Though nothing exciting, playing cards by the fire would be a safe bet for a fun evening. Maybe you could even earn some coins if you played you cards well. Besides, if anything happened to any of the other two parties, you’d be able to join them later on.
And with that we round off the leadup to the first major holiday of our winter break. I'll continue writing on December 28th. Until then, I wish you all a merry Christmas. I also finally got myself a tripcode. My apologies if me continuing to write as an anon caused any confusion before.
>>6351007>Join the group going to the locks. You’d never seen these before, and part of you did want to make sure that everything was going according to plan with these seemingly complicated machines.
>>6351007>>Join the group going to the locks. You’d never seen these before, and part of you did want to make sure that everything was going according to plan with these seemingly complicated machines.
The next entry is moved to the 29th due to a small bit of plot restructuring. My sincerest excuses for this delay, I hope the next entry makes up for my absence.
Grand Zen-Oh, the omni king and ruler of the omniverse has declared there will be a massive tournament to be held in his honor. A grand affair between several universes, each battling it out for the very right to exist. And at the forefront of this grand spectacle will be the Saiyans of Universe 7, who Grand Zen-Oh has grown fond of watching battle. Twenty eight years ago, the Saiyan race were annexed into the PTO as just another race, one of many sent to conquer other worlds. Now, the Saiyans are widely regarded as the strongest warrior race in the entire Seventh Universe, defenders of the PTO led by their strongest, the “Dragon of New Salda” General Karn and his family.You the players will (most often) control Karn. A man who has grown from his lowly beginnings as a Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733 to become not only the strongest Saiyan of his time at AGE 759, but also personal friend to the former emperor Lord Freeza, father to well over a dozen powerful and unique children, a mentor and teacher to his fellow Saiyans, and the best hope for his universe's continued survival. No one warrior can hope to battle eight other universes' strongest fighters alone and hope to prevail, one man's power and skill won't be enough to overcome the looming threat of extermination. But this coming battle will be the ultimate test of how you've lived your life until now, the choices you made not only for yourself, but for the fate of your entire universe.Character sheets and other info: https://controlc.com/46ec566dhttps://pastebin.com/u/GrandDragonQMArchive:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Saiyan+Conqueror+QuestHelp fund quest art commissions and get exclusive side stories as well as artwork by joining the patreon for only $1/month at https://www.patreon.com/GrandDragonQMQuest rules are as follows(unless otherwise noted):>30 minute vote times>Pick ONLY ONE option when votingComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6352072>And what will you do, when there's no urgent threats or challenges to face on the horizon?Release that metric fuck-ton of tension we've been holding onto for the last year and collapse into a heap of fatherly muscle, that's what.
Milha should prob train up a second form to go alongside her new DaimaSS4 form (in the same way Chilli uses both his primal and archon forms). While converting all her mana into a shit-tonne of straightforward raw power (and relatively/disproportionately high speed) is useful when getting THAT MUCH raw power from it, sometimes tricky abilities matter more than throwing out really hard punches or Ki blasts. Eg. Rather than going daimaSS4 to try to match Ace's or Future Chaya's raw power as best she can in a brawl, she'd probably fare a lot better by trying to incapacitate him with agony spells. (see how poorly future Chaya was able to bear them in that epilogue [where F!Chaya started training pain tolerance / sibling bonding with Milha, following Karen's example], in spite of the massive power disparity). Accept being outclassed physically, in exchange for being able to attack via a vector they have little resilience to / answer for. Tricky shit bridges a gap in power; it's why Chilli can beat us in a fight with his magic (despite being outclassed power wise) while Broly has no shot of bridging the gap; Broly is too straightforward - he's either more powerful than his opponent, or he loses.As such, she should prob also train up a form which lets her use her full repertoire; hybrid pain magic-casting, plus enhanced strength, punches, speed and Ki blasts (it's not like she'll be missing out on a boost to these ENTIRELY, just not quite as much). Perhaps demon goddess form, or perhaps whichever divine Super Saiyan form she gets as a hybrid demon-saiyan (SSBlue? SSRose? That white-haired divine-ki SS form that Merged Zamasu had?). Use that as her general purpose form, and save DaimaSS4 for when she really (or just ONLY) needs raw straightforward power level.
>>6352079Well, there is the Archon form Chilli pioneered, but that may not be the most suitable form for her even if she is able to attain it. Min-Maxxing to that degree has it's own downsides after all.The best transformation line for her in tandem with Daima Primal is Demon God/Goddess unless I'm overlooking something. Seems like it would do a good job of mitigating her squishiness while buffing her magical potential and giving her all the benefits of Divine Ki (something she's already proven she can wield given the new transformation she just attained).
>>6352073A grandpa sigh might be in order.>>6352079Possibly. However, Chilli's form swapping is something he's spent a lot of time and effort mastering. Which he could have spent seeking further evolution of his forms instead. Potentially kneecapping his potential in exchange for versatility. Which suits him, but may not suit Milha. Especially if she opens up with a curse, powers up, then whips ass. But that'll be up to her, as she'll no doubt seek Chilli's council and advice on the matter.>>6352081Or perhaps this form is only a stepping-stone to what lies ahead, as Karn hinted at?
>>6352089>Or perhaps this form is only a stepping-stone to what lies ahead, as Karn hinted at?Silly GD, you know we can't read.Jokes aside, I am quite curious to see what lies beyond this form once Milha masters it. If what we sensed from Milha is while transformed is any indicator, her equivalent to Apex might actually make her the strongest...once she boosts her base powerlevel and works on her cardio I mean.
It's March 1945, you hear about a job in a kind of ‘secret city.’ You don't know what the hell these people are talking about, but it looks promising, even too good to be true. Still, you don't have much to lose after the Great War, so you take the opportunity. After going through a lot of paperwork and a few other things, in less than a week you're put on a ship with no name and no clear destination. They just told you, ‘It's in the middle of the sea.’Less than two weeks ago, you were a poor idiot living on the bare minimum, and now you're still a poor idiot, but now you're on a ship heading for ‘the city of the future’. You'd heard of its founder, Andrew Ryan, a rather unique man who was quite crazy about his ideals, which is nothing new in this world.A couple of shitty days go by. You weren't used to such long boat trips, but you forced yourself to get used to it. The food on the boat is shit, but at least it's better than whatever you could scavenge from the rubbish. One cold morning, you've lost track of time, sleeping in rooms the size of mouse holes, crammed in with a few other poor idiots like you, seeking a future in an uncertain city. A bell begins to ring, and the ship's crew start shouting announcements: "We've arrived!’ You look out the window and all you can see is sea as far as the eye can see. You run with the crowd to the upper deck.The crew continue to shout ‘we have arrived’. This is when you see it: an enormous lighthouse, a huge tower, an effigy in the middle of the gigantic and infinite ocean, a shining golden tower rising above the waves. A submarine appears out of nowhere from the darkness of the ocean, and the ship's officers make preparations to board the submarine.
>>6351376>What do you like the most about this city? Is there something you dislike?Let's scan for potential redflags.
>>6351376Where do you live?
>>6351394>>What do you like the most about this city? Is there something you dislike?Sounds good
>>6351537>>6351394He listens to your question, smiles, and laughs a little. "The answer to both questions is simply ‘people.’ In this city, the law of nature prevails: the strongest and biggest eat the small and weak. But in that process, there are steps, people, interests, fears, thoughts, and emotions. A tycoon at the top may be an idiot who climbed to the top by stepping on everyone else, but now he is just suffering in a golden cage that he built himself, going to cocktail parties where he doesn't talk to anyone, drinking liquor that weighs a fortune, alone in his own office where only his secretary talks to him about work. Meanwhile, we have a rich man who suffered misfortune and lost everything, fell from grace, where poor people took him in as one of their own, gave him a plate of food that was raw and ugly but hot and prepared with love, gave him a comfortable corner with a soft blanket and a cloth pillow. As soon as he could get money, he built something he could, a simple and humble business not made for profit but to serve. He gave food back to his people, gave a home to those who slept with him, gave warmth to those who had none. He grew as a person and now lives surrounded by people who love him, but without pretensions or expensive suits, with just enough for his daily needs. I said, finishing cleaning the glasses and starting to put them away on the shelves behind him."Learn many things, about life, love, and people, but also about hatred, regrets, greed, and misery. It hits harder here, for one simple reason: it's very difficult to escape this city. Here, if you screw up and fall, your mistake will always be remembered. You can't just take your things and move to the next town to start over without anyone recognizing your name." You can tell he knows what he's talking about, a man who has been through a lot and learned the hard way.What should I do? >Pay for the drink, say thank you, and leave. >Ask something else [open question].
>>6352060>Pay for the drink, say thank you, and leave.
A Tale From The World Of FrostpunkThe year is 1909, and the Great Frost hangs over the heads of every living man, woman and child. In the previous decade, global temperatures dropped to an unsustainable point, and the geopolitical landscape of Earth was changed forever. Mass refugee crises. Starvation. Hypothermia and frostbite. War. Nobody survived unscathed, and billions perished in the chaos. Many of those that survived huddled around grand Generators, built by hundreds of engineers, acting as mechanical monuments to warmth and survival. Others sought out bold new technological developments, endlessly-running trains, subterranean colonies and grand zeppelins flying above the clouds. But for the majority, there were the Generators.You never knew the world before, having been one of the “Frostborn” — those that felt their first breath of air in this icy world. Your parents were British refugees, fleeing north from Newcastle with thousands of others. Things were very hard growing up, and you feel strange absences in your memory, repressed parts of your youth locked away by your developing brain. Mum and Dad always told you that the less was said about the White Years, the better. That was the worst time, you’ve gathered.Since then, many cities have fallen, crushed beneath instability, lack of resources or sickness. Others have developed into busy, industrious centres that now begin to hesitantly chart out the Frostlands beyond just the immediate scope of their perimeter. Your own city, Beacon, is one of the latter.
>>6350248>Make your opinion known: this is absolutely NOT your field of expertise.
>>6350248>>Try to politely decline, if you can.
>>6350248>Make your opinion known: this is absolutely NOT your field of expertise.Girl, we stare at machines and schematics most of the time, fiction is NOT that.
>>6350248>>Make your opinion known: this is absolutely NOT your field of expertise.
>>6350248(Enjoy your Christmas! Quest continues on Boxing Day!)
>be you>be at the edge of the world>your people are finished>the last great city is a sinking husk behind you>the Old King is dead, choked on his own prophecies>the crown is in your pack, heavy with failure>ahead lies only the Black Sands, a sea of ash under a dying sun>the scrolls say nothing lives there>the scrolls were wrong>something is moving in the ash, and it has seen you>the survivors at your back are silent, waiting>choose
The choice settles like ash. You lead the warriors and the elder, Tesk, over a rocky ridge, away from the serpents' sight.Back at camp, the survivors gather, their faces drawn. You lay the Crown on a cloak and tell them the truth—the two paths, and the Spectre’s price. “One life, given freely,” you say, your voice raw. “I won’t choose it.”The silence is heavy, broken only by the river and the crackle of fire. Then a man steps forward. Vanatu, the smith. His family was taken by the serpents. “I’ll go,” he says quietly. “Let my life buy the road.”His young daughter watches, eyes wide, but doesn’t cry out.He will be remembered.The next day, you set everyone to work. More spears are carved from the pale wood. You teach the others how to form a defensive ring. It’s not much, but it’s something.Then you split the group. The main camp will follow the river upstream, find a safe place, and wait. You take twenty warriors, Vanatu, and Tesk toward the mountains.Two days later, you stand before a jagged crack in the stone. Tesk stops. “The Spectre is inside,” she whispers. “It remembers the treaty. Do not lie.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6351304>“We know the toll. Here is a life, willingly given.” You gesture to Vanatu.Are we gonna go back for the rest of the group? I don't feel like it's smart to split up in such hostile territory, we should keep all our warriors together, which we can't do if we have to leave some with the citizenry. Merry Christmas QM!
>>6351304> “I am Ember, heir to the Sunken Throne. The Border Ghoul sent me to the Ash King. The treaty is between our peoples. Stand aside.”>>6351305After we've renegotiated this treaty we'll return to our people. They aren't coming with us to the king. I doubt the logistics of moving four and a half thousand souls to the most barren part of the desert will hold up. They need to stay near water.
>>6351307Yeah but if we aren't with them we can't make decisions about how to protect them, they could all die before we return?
>>6351304>“I am Ember, heir to the Sunken Throne. The Border Ghoul sent me to the Ash King. The treaty is between our peoples. Stand aside.”Should it press, then the sacrifice, I suppose.I too dislike splitting from our people, though perhaps it is warranted.
