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You now how this works, most votes for race/place wins
Starts in about two hours
>plz don't pic something boring
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>>1372903
I detest GM's who start threads and dont even start the civ, The worst I've ever done is only done one thread of it, and it was celestials, and ridiculously hard civ to write about.
Discord Link
https://discord.gg/8w7DYPW
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Well, in any case, I'm off now. I'll post on the discord updates about this
I bloodly hope I can make this a active thread, but it might be a every so often thing
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>>1372877
bretty gud so far.

Not sure about the rolling system though.
cause then people can just support whatever idea got the highest rolls.

For next turn I'll suggest:
>Gather glowing rocks for the village

>Research boats
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>>1376232
Eh, just go with what ever seems best. That being said, I think we should bring the creatures corpse as well since it's chitin and other parts could be useful such as with shields and food.

Also maybe we should start delving into more religious/magical research.
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Rolled 69, 76 = 145 (2d100)

>>1372877
Action: bury the dead you found.
Research: study the glowing stones

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20 miles East of Yuma, AZ
198X
5 years after the End


Previous threads:
https://yuki.la/qst/64847
https://yuki.la/qst/97652
https://yuki.la/qst/118496
https://yuki.la/qst/194018
https://yuki.la/qst/211292
https://yuki.la/qst/236283
https://yuki.la/qst/259404
https://yuki.la/qst/328502
https://4archive.org/board/qst/thread/554998
(Last one might give your computer AIDS, tread carefully. Not much happened except Hank killed some dudes and blew a guy's jaw off)

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>>1375952
Supported
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>>1375729
Jim's mouth hangs open when you tell him about the buzzard. "You seen it?"

You grin. "Saw it? Shit, I blasted the fucker out of the sky!"

Jim scratches his chin. "You see where it landed?"

You and Jim soon come to the consensus that you'd both love to find that buzzard and wring its fucking neck but Hank, Chief and Garcia are running out of time on that hill. Jim then looks forlornly at the battered Riviera.

"Aw baby," Jim groans, "What did they do to you?" There's claw marks on the fender and the hood is in a sorry state. While Jim removes the battered hood with a ratchet, you help Hawkins bandage his similarly mauled arm. The deep furrows in his bicep aren't bleeding as much as you'd think, but god, you never thought you'd feel sorry for a cop like this. You look him straight in the eye and ask, "Sure you don't wanna just drive yourself back to Yuma?"

"No way," says Hawkins, "I'm not leaving Garcia on that godforsaken hill."

You nod in understanding. "Long as you can still shoot."


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>>1378189
>A) You
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>>1378189
A) "Ramchargers are cooler though"
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New thread
>>1380442

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You are not Jadyk of the Wormstar. You are Nekris of the Predator Order, first of your kind and Arc-Thief. Reconstructed from the chitin of a Pirate Captain you have proven your worth many times over in service of the Armada. Your eyes have beheld wonders that no other member of the Armada has witnessed, treading on alien worlds and searching for the treasures of the galaxy to bring before your creator.

Powerful storms roiled beneath you as you stood on the deck of a netu clan vessel looking down at the gas giant you floated over. Captain Vorlam was standing next to you with her helm unsealed, the upper atmosphere chilled but breathable to the netu. You wondered if she suspected your origin as a Captain much like her, your own bodyplan a reflection of Kroturs, but she hadn't mentioned it. Instead the netu spoke animatedly about the recent sightings of the Zaeen creatures within the system.

"What I figure is something in their hide passively blocks scanning, maybe evolved to shield from cosmic radiation?" the Captain was talking mostly to herself as her ship drifted and searched the storms below for the targets of their hunt, "Either way, means we gotta rely on good ol' eyesight or sonar if they're here in an atmosphere but the storms aren't much help with either of those methods."

"What about bait?" You ask and the netu gives a laugh.

"One of the first rules of hunting, of course. Don't worry, we got some bait we'll deploy once we confirm which of these damned giants they're hiding in," she said while motioning to the horizon where stormbanks the size of continents loomed.

Pirate shuttles and Coffins patrolled as the rest of the fleet waited in orbit above, your own boarding cruiser bristling with harpoon mounts drifting nearby to the Pirate vessel. You gazed down into the storms and leaned against a railing, your supernaturally keen gaze looking down into the churning darkness below. Vorlam continued to theorize about the Zaeen, your time traveling with the netu leading to discover that she considered herself something of a naturalist and adventurer, wanting to see and discover as many lifeforms as she could in her life.

You were almost ignoring her rambling when kilometers below you think you saw movement as something large twists through a cloudbank. Four eyes twitch and search through the clouds and a moment later you saw another presence disturbing the natural flow of the clouds.

Vorlam seemed to notice your sudden intensity and she gazes down into the storm next to you, "What do you see?"

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>>1389726
Ugh, I hate that thought. Honestly, I super hope that Nekris is alive cus he is so fucking boss. But I'd hate to have him come back just cus of salty anons
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>>1392161
Better than having him die just because of one shit roll that wasn't even a critfail.
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>>1392987
Eh...
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>>1392987
If it was a crit, id be mad as fuck, but I could accept that he was gone. Anything less, then I would want a chance for him to survive, especially since we didn't have that many rolls for that event.
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>>1380098
That's pretty fucking rad.

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“So would you mind telling me again, for the camera, exactly what this interview is about?”, the voice asked.

“Well, I--I wanted to just record some things that were happening to me, for posterity, and...”, I paused to clear my throat, “and in case some shit went down.”

I sighed and suppressed a yawn. Working and finding the time to Jump took up so many hours that it was hard to find time to rest. Not to mention the jet-lag.

“I don't know if I'm going to make it back from my next, uh, trip a--”

“To the point please! I only have about twenty minutes here.”, the interviewer snapped.

“Alright, alright.”, I took a deep breath, “The easiest way to say this is that I, and a few others I know, have discovered that we possess the ability to, uh, travel – we call it Jumping – to other worlds.”

The cameraman scoffed, “Is this the best you got for a human interest story, Jeff?”

“Hey, I'm getting paid and so are you, so save the jokes for later.”, Jeff rebuked the man then turned back towards me, “Alright, alright. So a BOLD claim, to say the least. Do you wanna give us some evidence or maybe explain some more?”

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>>1381490
>>1381779
>>1384293

I apologize to everyone for the absence. Now back to your regularly scheduled programming.

>Avg. 16.67 against a DC of 16 (Forgot to increase DC for fatigue)

I might regret it, but maybe I'll stick around for a minute. When was the next time I would find something this... Grand? Beautiful? ...Nice? Compared to the rest of this world, all of the above fit quite well. Not even smoke could find its way in to perturb this place. Not to mention the beauty and artisty sitting here, right in front of my own two eyes. I owe it to myself to take this in because I don't think I ever want to come back and I'd hate to regret not looking around.
I limp a few steps to the nearest wall and lean up against it to rest while I get situated. Carefully I pluck my glasses from inside of my shirt and inspect them. Still sooty. I probably won't be able to get them too terribly clean, but I might as well try. I go to pull my shirt from its position tucked into my pants and a brief but sharp tearing noise lets me know that I've ruined another shirt. Well, the lava probably did that, but now its even worse. Frustration kicks in and I finish the task tearing a patch of cloth just big enough and just clean enough to remove most of the grime from my lens'. I brace myself for the discomfort and put my glasses back on.

A brief recous and then the details pop out at me. The wall which I thought barren was actually inlaid with silver in a checkerboard pattern mimicking the shadows upon its surface. Three rows of open seats form consecutive half circles around the podium. I'm reminded instantly of the ancient Greek ampitheaters. This was definitely a place of culture. How much of this city looked like this before hellfire claimed the streets? I limp to the podium and stand there, silent for a moment before clearing my throat.

“H-”, I begin only to be cut off by a fit of coughing.


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>>1389678

Suddenly visions come unbidden to my mind: The room is ablaze with colors, dozens of people weaving around each other rythmically, the checkerboard light show a vibrant contrast of hot and cold colors dancing around and around the room. First a deep ocean blue and topaz orange, then a bright vivid red and a dull, dark emerald green, and more, even more colors, spinning around and around just as the people are! It's almost too much to take in and then it's over, the bright spectacle replaced with the solemn faces of men and woman, and... Others sitting, staring at... me? No, the podium, I'm standing where their leader stood. The earth growls, rumbling deep and angry followed by the sound of thunder and then heat, screams. Panic plays across every face in the room, it's obvious something has gone wrong. The fire comes from everywhere and nowhere all at once, clothes and people bursting into flame. There's nothing but fire and heat!

I come to my senses, slumped over the podium, breathing heavily. I still feel the heat on my skin, like everything just happened all over again. A glint catches my attention from the corner of my eye and I'm broken from my reverie. I pull myself straight upright and slowly make my over to the the edge of the room. My steps are shaky and I realize that my adrenaline has already come and gone, leaving me feeling weak. I come to another pile of ash and almost as if it had been waiting for somebody to come claim it was the second fragment. I deign to sit instead of trying to stoop and lift it up to examine it. Yup. There's two of the three. I sigh tiredly and accidentally scatter the ashes away from me.

“Shit. Sorry 'bout that.”, I croak.

It would be a good time to rest but it also wasn't a bad idea to try and just finish this egg hunt off.

>2.? hours of daylight remaining
>Fatigue 4

>Take a break and rest for a moment (-1 fatigue, lose half an hour)
>Head on out to the castle for the last fragment (2d20 + 30 for time taken)

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Rolled 15, 10 + 30 = 55 (2d20 + 30)

>>1389694
>Head on out to the castle for the last fragment (2d20 + 30 for time taken)
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Rolled 15, 17 + 30 = 62 (2d20 + 30)

>>1389694
>Head on out to the castle for the last fragment (2d20 + 30 for time taken)
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Rolled 9, 12 + 30 = 51 (2d100 + 30)

>>1389694
Head on out

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The æther flowed meticulously through the forest on the mountain. Drawn up the flat peak, the air flowed into small shafts hidden throughout the jagged stone surface. Pulled deep into the mountain like the breath creatures take, the æther poured out into hallways and rooms deep in the cavernous depths. The Subterranean Complex was vast, consisting of many rooms, hallways, secret passages, caves, mineshafts, and hideaways. Ultimately, the æther reached into the deepest depths of the dungeons to the innermost chamber. It is here that it brought to life the Ancient Slumbering Evil.

No sentient creature had stepped foot on this mountain in many millennia, but the presence of even one sentient soul was enough to wake the sleeping lord. Groggily, you reached out to the hosts of your land, the soldiers waiting for commands from this ancient king. Many bodies were available for you to inhabit, from simple townsfolk to the skeletal remains of any dead creature on the mountain, though skeletons took more mana to summon than was currently available. More souls were needed to recharge both your æther and mana, the stronger your æther the more power you have, the more mana you have allows you the ability to cast more complex spells.

You waited patiently as life slowly seeped into your being, and as you reached a more conscious state, you could feel your strength returning to your lifeless corpse. The being on your mountain had spent a fortnight in the lower forests. It was after he arrived at his second campsite on the mountain that you had pulled enough of his lifeforce to properly reach out to your minions in the deep woods. You didn't have the energy to awaken any of your strongest creatures, so you had to settle for one of the nearby corpses frozen in carefully placed hideaways along the forest paths. You converted the energy that you leeched into mana, but you weren't sure which creature to possess.

1 | 5 | -27
>possess bear corpse, -3 mana, 1d20+3
>possess decomposed corpse, -4 mana, 1d20+1
>possess preserved cadaver, -5 mana, 1d20+6
>wait a fortnight, 1d100
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>>1377808
that whas what he wrote and this is not my vote
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>>1377819
or she
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Did you used to run Lord Quest?
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>>1377795
>>1377801
>>1377808
>>1377819
>>1377822
Rolling system, as in how they count rolls, not how you roll. Maybe I should've clarified that to dice counting system.
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goddamnit OP

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Come listen to the infamous Tymbal Orchestra in Concert! The first three verses already have been played, the first two verses listened to, and the first verse has been heard. Please join us!
Listen to the Orchestra in Concert here: https://thetymbalorchestra.wordpress.com/
Hear the Verses here: https://www.reddit.com/r/solving_reddit_codes/comments/62std5/collaboration_required/
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>>1377681
Uhhhuuuuu is this a game ?

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Call a faction. This map has tons of rules, so I will post it separately so the file fits.
We're doing 15 mups today then 1 each day.
I will try to accommodate people for their faction choices. Tribes have limited starts and each has different abilities.
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>>1395856
OOC: Rolling a '1' certainly didn't help any either, kek

Finish filling the gap between the mountains and the gulf BUT avoid claiming lands that directly border the wastelands, spills to expand south-to-north along the western (Norwegian) coast
>Population: Total (11) / Net (11)
>Gold: Total (5) / Income (5) / Maintenance (0)
>Research: Total (18) / Per Turn (3)
>Bonuses: Boat-Axe Culture | Naval Culture | Chiefdom [+1 Gold]
>Resources: Whales (1/4) | Furs (1/6) | Stone (1)
>Religion:
>Alliances:
>Trade Routes:
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Rolled 103753 (1d999999)

>>1395856
Oh shit, I didn't know I could use it whenever haha. Is it cool if you can reverse that and let me save it? If not I understand, it's ok

Anyways, for my turn I want to research sailing and build a port on the London coastline. If possible, build ships too. Rolling for ships

>>1392831
>>1393587
Now that I have adapted to the ways of wooden floating ships, with a our port being worked on, would you like to trade? I am sure we can both benefit. (I am not sure if you need to own a luxury to trade or not )


>Total Bonuses:
>Sources:
>Population Total/Net: 12/12

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>>1395856
>>1395856
Ok, so considering my gold. I had 26. Minus 14 for 2 improvements = 12. Plus 2 for turn = 14. Plus 14 for two new bordering recourses = 28.

Build farm east of my farm, so it is next to the river. Build another fishing boat next to the tile of the previous one. Conquer 3 territories east of my new farm, and 3 south of it, bellow the mountains.

Build farm west of my farm, so it is next to the river. Build another fishing boat next to the previous one.
>>Total Bonuses:
>>Sources:
>>Population Total/Net: 6/6
>>Gold Total/Income/Maintenance: 28/2/0
>>Research Total/PerTurn: 15/3
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>>1397010
Disregard the second >build farm. Bad editing skills.
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Rolled 80853 (1d99999)

>>1395856

Conquer the Date tribe

>Total Bonuses: +2 to sieges
>Sources: Silver (+1)
>Population Total/Net: 10/10
>Gold Total/Income/Maintenance: 12/3/0
>Research Total/PerTurn: 25/3

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OH SHIT NIGGER you are Ogi - daughter of the Chief of Police. Pilot of a standard Police Mech that you named Sidorovich.

Currently you're on case involving taking down the city's largest criminal organization. You've just foiled their latest weapon smuggling deal down at the docks. Now you only have to make your way back to the station to interrogate the arrested suspects.

Previous threads:
http://pastebin.com/sR3G3F2A
https://www.mediafire.com/folder/ici3zlnn9ytyy/ADVENTURES
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>>1383290
OP please, spare poor guy
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>>1383290
but these animals don't sweat
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>>1383293
Then the cooks are probably wrong.

All i know is my goat meat smells less when they do that. But nobody cares about goats aparently.

On a side note, some goat restaurants serve up dogmeat as a substitute sometimes when they're out of goat.

And some dog places deliberately let a dog that will be eaten out of its cage for a day before it gets cooked, as some sort of last playdate.
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>>1383296
yah goats are a grey area, for me I prefer not to.
I just don't like the idea of them suffering, any of them really, you gotta eat you gotta make a living but just put them down fast and painlessly.
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I much prefer muffins.

>>1383076
Little did he know they were hidden in the arctic, all along.

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You are Kusajishi Riku, Captain of the Seireitei's Ninth Division, and the blue sash you have long worn at your waist is more than a simple fashion statement. It's also a reminder of your commitment to a certain set of very old ideals which especially to a shinigami still hold relevance. Leaving the Gotei 13 has never been an option in your mind even after becoming part-hollow due to Aizen's experiments, and you have always sought first and foremost to honor your responsibilities towards others regardless of your own personal situation. Personal wealth and prestige you have never needed aside from keeping yourself properly fed, and indeed you hardly have enough personal property to appoint a single room in your home. Most importantly you have never raised your sword solely for your own sake... only in cases where your duty to do so was clear in your mind.

Though you don't often reflect on it, you suppose that this is mental framework within which you've made all of your major decisions for the last hundred and thirty years. You could also suppose that it also contributes to the fury you sometimes feel towards Hyōsube Ichibē for continually plotting your undoing for the simple fact that your zanpakuto is essentially a shintai, the physical home of a goddess.

The mood seems to have changed however, as Ichibē now willingly admits. “Each step of the way was indeed meant to kill you or at least remove you as a threat, however with each failure I learned more about you. It is now my belief, after having seen you resolve the issue with Zaraki, that your power can be harnessed towards our own ends.”

“And now,” he concludes, drawing his oversized brush, “comes the final act, what I had wished would become a confrontation between the two of us. I need to learn what you are capable of in combat.”

“Well I guess you've gotten over questioning my intentions at very least,” you grumble in response, your left thumbnail finding the top of Tenkotsuki's ornate handguard and silently releasing her. Particularly since she's even more offended by the Monk than you are, she seems almost eager to comply. “Welcome to where Ōetsu and Kirio were decades ago.”

“I see even my compliments offend you,” Ichibē sighs. “How unfortunate.”

“Again, it's decades too late for flattery,” you counter.
>1/3
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>been working at this for an hour, not sure the connection will allow me to post

Karakura High's baseball team has a respectable record, fairly decent players, and a reputation to uphold. So when one of the new transfer students showed up one afternoon in a skirt the reception was definitely lacking in enthusiasm.

“Hey, what're you doing out here?” the student at left field demands as Apacci walks along the third base line towards the dugout.

The arrancar seems unconcerned. “I wanted to try my hand.”

“You should try over on the other field,” the third baseman insists with a frown. “You know... the softball team might actually want you.”

“I don't wanna play softball, I wanna play baseball,” Apacci replies, clearly missing the point of the veiled criticism. “Besides, they were the ones that pointed me this way.”

“It's just usually girls play softball, guys play baseball,” one of the players in the dugout observes, finally realizing that maybe Apacci just doesn't know any better. “What'd they send you over here for anyway?”

“Something about my pitch,” Apacci shrugs.

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>>1389354
KEK
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>>1389354
That was pretty funny.
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>>1389354
Apacci, pls. you're too adorable, but those poor humans tho...
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>>1389354
Noice

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/MercCommand

Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Frontier%20Knight%20Quest

Other Quests: https://pastebin.com/TrNWfAke

You are the TEMPLAR, a holy knight sent to clear the frontier of monsters and heresy!

Currently, you were staying out in a stable behind the local inn. There were numerous reasons for this. The first and most obvious reason was that you didn't really have any money, and even if you did have enough to afford a room, you didn't really the see point of such luxuries or frivolity. Second, considering you were carrying a direwolf pup with you, it certainly wasn't allowed inside the inn and it was far too young to leave unsupervised.

The third and final reason, you suspect, was that the inn keeper was afraid your very presence would scare the other guests. Not that you blamed him. The Black Templars certainly did nothing to discourage all the rumors and stories about them. It was all a badge of honor, really.

What did put you at a bit of unease though, was Morgan's presence. Why she decided to stay in the stable with you, you had no idea, and you suspect that she didn't fully know the reason herself. However, as you awake in the morning, you see her playing with the wolf pup as it playfully snapped at her fingers.

"He's male, in case you were wondering." Morgan grinned when she saw you get up.

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>>1370774
There's always places sterile hybrids in positions of power, redlight districts, or worse, the gallows.
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so why is one of the tags for this on suptg WWII?
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The thread accidentally got misarchived with the wrong tags. I already shot an email to the suptg admin to get them fixed.
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>>1370498
>Finnish
Tolkien did it.
Quenya has heavy Finnish influences.
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Master Chief Petty Officer Knight Templar Jaeger

You are Zane Jacobs, and you are not the hero of this story. You are, in fact, a Field Recruiting Agent for the Pan Pacific Defense Corps. And that's as close as you're getting to your dream of being a Jaeger Pilot; rounding up other people so they can become Jaeger Pilots. Normally, you'd be put out by this. But not today. Today you are going to meet the man who made you want to be a Ranger in the first place.

Zackary Warwick. International legend. He was the ace pilot of the Jaeger Program before he retired in 2024 after his wife died while Drifting with him, about a year before the Kaiju War (now the First Kaiju War) was ended by a gathering of all the world's Jaegers to deliver a nuclear warhead to The Breach. He'd retired to a life of surprising anonymity, and he was somewhat forgotten by most; after all, he was not one of those who closed the Breach. But he wasn't forgotten by you. And now it was time for him to come back.

You knock on his front door, a quiet little suburban home somewhere in Alice Springs. A faint smile flickers across your face momentarily. Of course the man who knew better than anyone else the horror of the sea would choose the farthest place away from the ocean he could. No, no, that smile is entirely out of place. You smother it, and rock back on your heels as you wait for him to answer the door. A minute passes, or maybe three in this heat, you can't tell. You reach for the metal knocker again, and retract your hand immediately at the heat of the metal. You check your watch. If he was here, he would've answered by now, surely. You turn to leave, already plotting a course to the bar or pub or watering hole or whatever people round these parts called it that Zack was known to visit.

Something shifts behind you, and you flick back around, excited. A grey cat sits on the wooden awning above the door, tilting its head at you. You scowl at it and beat a hasty retreat to the air-conditioned air of your car.

(Cont.)
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>>1377330

>"Idiots. The Jaeger Program would do us just fine, if it got the full funding it needs."
>Write In
Unless I dunno they do the smart thing and just have the fucking Jaegers camp the Breach so we can kill them as they come out? Or say we Use fucking big heated Harpoon Guns so we can engage at range again while reducing the risk of Contamination...Who runs R&D these days anyway? Do we even have one?

The other issue we have is that frankly our leaders are more worried about getting reelected than actually solving anything, par the course really.
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>>1377338
>>1377340

Writing.
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>>1377349
Oh, missed this one.

Having Jaegers camp the breach means it's harder to do maintenance on them. And it's underwater, which makes it harder for Jaegers to fight there. And whatever effect seawater would have on Jaegers. It's just not really feasible.

Heated harpoon guns are an interesting idea, I guess. I might use that, if I run out of ideas.

The Jaeger has J-Tech, which is basically R&D and Engineering and stuff. And that third issue is, well, it's just true.

Anyway, time to write.
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"Idiots. The Jaeger Program would do us just fine, if it got the full funding it needs." you say. You have your share of misgivings with the PPDC, but the Jaeger Program isn't one of them.

"I know! I mean, all it needs is the right support, and we'll have a repeat of the First Kaiju War, but quicker." he says, gesturing wildly with one hand.

"And with less deaths." you add, to which Zane hums an agreement. By now you're coming up on a gate at an airfield, guarded by a skin-and-bones security guard who looks at you, then looks at a clipboard, then squints at the car again, then waves you through.

Zane parks in some kind of covered car bay, filled with a whole bunch of identical silver cars, all just as generic as the last. A scruffy-looking man in a shirt that reads "Alice Springs Airfield Staff" comes up to Zane as the two of you get out, and Zane hands him a set of keys. Zane guides you out into the sun, noticeably quickening his pace as he starts sweating again in that damned suit of his.

The two of you scurry-walk around the corner of another building onto a piece of flat tarmac, with a small, sleek-looking black helicopter sitting inside a painted square. Movement in the cockpit draws your attention to the presence of the pilot, a middle-eastern woman in military-ish fatigues with a pilot's helmet on, visor covering her eyes, but not her wide grin of relief.

Zane looks over his shoulder at you, and scurries even faster. "And here's our ride." The two of you climb into the passenger section, a seat on either side, and the pilot starts exchanging some quick jargon back and forth with an air traffic controller. After a moment, she turns back to you, grinning again, gives a thumbs up, then starts flipping switches.

"This is Fariha Air, and it's take-off time. Buckle up and try not to be awed by my piloting skills." the pilot says over her shoulder. Does she ever stop smiling? You roll your eyes and buckle yourself into your seat, and the helicopter takes off.

Time for your life to take a massive turn. For better or worse, you're not sure.

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Actually a really good thread. Looking forward to the next one.

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You are a wanderer, exploring the world and going wherever the wind takes you. You weren't always like this, though. Just a few years ago, you were a simple guy living a simple life in your sleepy little village. It was an uneventful life, but one you were satisfied with nonetheless, That changed though, when a sudden, burning urge to go out into the world in search of 'something' overtook you. At first you ignored it and thought nothing of it, but the urge grew stronger and stronger until you felt like you HAD to listen to it or else you would lose your mind. So now here you are, travelling aimlessly and persevering through countless battles in search of.. something. You don't even know what it is or where to find it, but you figured you'd know it when you find it.


Your journey has currently taken you to Loam, one of the smaller cities in the Medanian Empire, of which you are a citizen. The empire has stood in power for as long as anyone can remember, their rule is firm but just. The cities prospered under the empire, evidenced by the bustling marketplace and happy residents that you see before you.

As you make your way through the market in search of a weapons merchant, a certain shop catches your eye. The sign makes it out to be a 'general wares' shop, and nothing about it really stands out. It looks just like any other store that you would have walked past without a second thought, if it were not for the fact that somehow, something about it calls out to you.
You stop at the door, and..
>Enter the shop
>Ignore it and move on
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>>1376644
You're welcome. The weekend is always a better bet.

It's pretty random, that's why people post their games ahead of time on twitter and stuff like that. Even regular QMs have trouble getting people in their games sometimes - I think it sometimes depends on their timezone.
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>>1376605
Also another tip since you said 'boring start' I've seen things start worse and they still make it. I've also seen people who aren't the greatest writers, get plenty of players etc.

Timing is more important than your writing for the beginning of your game. That's what I meant by my first advice. Don't wait 30 mins between posts.

Give them a hook right away, options right away, and fairly quick answers for the first few posts. Try to answer your players quickly, even if it means your writing won't be polished or as good.

What's important is that you keep the thread bumping with actual gameplay long enough that it gets seen as active by a good number of people.

All you need to do that is a decent hook. Any mystery would do. Again, I've seen bad writing do better than good writing on here. So it's more to do with some random luck/timing, but also how you operate the beginning of your game, I think.

I both play, and QM quests, in case you were wondering.
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>Saw this thread
>Looked promising
>A few posts in...yeah I could get into this
>Next post...op is ditching
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>>1377346
Also, starts are the worst. The intro is just setting the setting. A few paragraphs can't determine if the rest is worthy of a read. Anyway I like what I saw so you should definitely give it another go sometime
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>>1377324
Thanks a lot for the tips, I'll definitely keep them in mind next time. I really appreciate it.

>>1377346
Sorry, anon. Thanks for your support. I'll probably try again this Friday or Saturday, if this current thread is deleted by then so there aren't duplicates of the same quest.
Thanks you guys, I'll do better on my next try.

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> Thursday, August 27th, 2015

SITUATION: http://pastebin.com/ziMsX6th
MECHANICS: http://pastebin.com/49M2eE8Z
THE RULES: http://pastebin.com/BEsprkBZ
THE TANK: http://pastebin.com/sJsgig6B
THE DIVISIONS: http://pastebin.com/xCQZAdqU
THE SHOP: http://pastebin.com/v6xeDRXj
DANON’S THE TEAM: http://pastebin.com/bUU2v0z8

You brush your hair as you look into the mirror. Last night was quite chaotic, what with Kathy getting arrested and thrown into the brig. Hopefully she’s out later today though. Right now, you’ve got two priorities, making sure Jeep Jockey wins his showdown and getting that golden tank out of the ground. When your crewmembers caught wind of this… “There’s a gold tank under the Marquis de La Fayette?” says Winona. You nod. “First I’ve heard of it.”

“Only legends and rumors,” says Ingrid. “I’m not surprised the Army would try to cover up the fact that some Mary Jane smoking hippies managed to steal it and bury it to spite them. But if you ask me, it’s a whole load of hogwash. It’s most likely just a cache of gold, not a tank of gold. You know, El Dorado?”

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>>1374617
Given NATO rulings, could we get a better engine in the Panther 2 and if so, just how good would that engine be?
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>>1374784
There was a proposed turbine engine that would give it an extra 400bhp iirc, but it would've had the problem of all German WW2 jet turbines, in that it would melt itself in pretty short order.
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>>1374812
NATO rulings etc etc.

And if the govt is going to pay for all repairs then they can fork over the cash for a new engine after every match.
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>>1374825
NATO rulings wouldn't allow a non-melting engine because if they did every tank would be run by infallible modern engines, and the issue isn't it wearing out post match but the chance of it self-immolating mid-match and mission killing the tank.
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>>1371367
Stack is cute I say!
C U T E !!!!!!!

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You are Allen Starwind, a starship captain and veteran of the Great Interstellar War. Your starship is old, yet (mostly) reliable, and you must take on jobs in order to bring in enough cash to keep it flying. Last time, you arrived on Mars, did some stuff, and left the planet with a mission. Good luck, and fair skies.

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ZapQM
Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Starcaller
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>>1380128
Backing this.
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Hey everyone. My apologies for not posting more last night, it's just that it took almost three hours to get two votes, which kind of killed my drive to run the session. I think I'm just going to call the thread here. Things have been a bit hectic in my personal life as well, so I think I'm going to take a break from the quest for a while. It sucks to have to say this, but I think the next thread will be in three weeks or so.

Sorry guys.
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>>1380559
It's OK man. Sort it out.
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>>1380559
no pls, I'm sorry i slept in ;.;
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>>1378595
>Write-in.

If you want to do it now we certainly can but are you sure it will be enough time? Might be able to get a larger block of time after the job

>>1380559

Sorry man, was away last night, best of luck on the personal side of things, we'll be here when you're ready

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Bring an on call pilot is boring. 90% of the time is spent sitting around in base doing nothing because you respond to events. 8% is then normally getting to and from missions, 1% are false alarms, and the final 1% are actually missions where you get to risk your life.

This is one of those times...

"RED ALERT!" Is the repeating scream of the siren as the rec room turns a red hue. Getting your suits ready you head to the your fast drop pods ready to be briefed and fired.

"Alright men." The voice of the day that speaks for command as the pod begins it's last checks. "We have a mission for you. A extraction gone wrong, and we need you all to fix it." The pod fires, the speed not even felt in your suit. "Objectives are simple: 1. Get the VIP suits out. 2. Get as many damaged team out. And 3. Get out yourselves. We have reports of one of the four team members on site already KIA with the rest critically wounded. Your work is already cut out for you. Command out."

Then the feed cuts from command. The only sound is the roar of the drop pod as it slows down for landing.

(mission starts in the next post. Post builds now for the three players known.)
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Why on Earth did you people stop posting your generals on tg?
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>>1373162
Lack of interest? Not sure. Sorry if you weren't aware, we have a discord room now.
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>>1373162
Because every time we did it would quickly fall off the board. There just isn't enough of the community left to sustain it. Everything condensed into our discord server, pretty much
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>>1373162
The generals were full of nothing but bump posts anyways. TE is a finished game.
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>>1373162

Because quests where and still are "banned" from /tg/.

They either get moved here or get deleted. It was never about board speed (It's /tg/ for pelor's sake.)
Although even though there is interest there is a small lack of GMs......



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