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Ever since I learned about ZombieBeatz2000 (The Queen of 4chan), I've had an obsession with her and, weirdly, her mental illness. For about 2 years, I've been searching for someone like her, but it seems almost impossible.Any tips on what to look for?
Don't.
i don't know but i think there are no people like her it's not possible i think
Do NOT get a schizo gf
It has been millennia since humanity became a star faring race. Enough time for stellar regimes to have risen and fallen, for technologies to be forgotten and relearned and for a diaspora of life; both human and alien to spread across the galaxy.The Raihan Empire is but one splinter of the human diaspora. At its height the Empire spanned eight star systems but eventually corruption and decay set in. The Empire collapsed, its great works crumbled, its worlds became isolated. For a thousand years it was so…Until a new warlord arose on Raiha, one that managed to quell the disparate factions fighting over the Throne world. When all his enemies were vanquished he marched upon the palace district where the remnants of the Imperial family cowered. However, instead of seizing the throne for himself Arcturus Garan pledged himself and his army to the service of the remaining Empress and took the title of Lord Commander.Together the Empress and Lord Commander began the process of rebuilding the Empire, first securing the home system, then bringing each of the wayward colonies back into the fold.Five out of the original eight colonies have been absorbed back into the resurgent Empire. Only the systems of Noto, Higg and Kornen actively resist annexation. Together they have formed the NKH Defence Pact, or simply the Pact.Now the Pact must guard its independence against the growing might of the New Raihan Empire. The odds are not in their favour, they are outnumbered and outgunned, but the Imperial Forces have not yet regained their full power and the war is not over yet…((This quest is an indirect sequel to Space shipyard quest, knowledge of previous threads is not required but it will do much to add context. Previous threads can be found here: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=space+shipyard))
>>6323925>Just go with the original designWe'll get the benefit of field performance data while developing Mark 2
>>6323930Well, we might have to add more than just the Shields, but field data is very valuable.>>6323925>Just go with the original design. (No benefits, no downsides)
>>6323925>Redesign it as a pure melee ship. (Minor time cost, capabilities will change but the final product will be reliable.)I'd call this a happy accident. The plasma shield turns the tough corvette into a powerhouse that can cut down a ship several times its size and asks for seconds. And it's reliable to boot!
>>6323925>>Take the time to iron out the flaws. (Major time cost, no downsides to the final design.)
>>6323925>Redesign it as a pure melee ship. (Minor time cost, capabilities will change but the final product will be reliable.)
Jail Quest: a text adventure occasionally illustrated.A night of drinking and a failed attempt to cheat on cards had landed you the strangest job slash community service sentence you've ever had: ensuring Gongalla Gaol survives the reality storm called Singularity.Now you travel around with your employer and a handpicked crew to survey the four Reality Anchors. Hey, beats being tarred and feathered, right?Previous thread:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6274911/Gongallaverse:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Gongalla%20GaolYou suddenly jolt wide awake in an unfamiliar room, with no recollection of the past few hours. It even took you a few seconds to remember you are Rosa Montagni, and another few seconds to realize the other person in the room is your crewmate, Valencio. Slowly, hazy recollections piece together a loose narrative of previous events: you've reached Viridis, the first leg of your journey to the East's Reality Anchor, when you receive news that your go-to destination slash transport, the walking city Freeport, had problems with its engine. Then you were sidetracked into a casino, where you played cards and unwittingly aided a truant Hexbourne student against a haughty twin Hexbourne students sent to retrieve him. Then you got entangled in a complex emotional... something with the casino owner, Don Bosco. Something about your mentor, Sierra (no relation to Sierra, the deity of the South anchor) and copious amounts of drinking? That must be why your memory's so hazy.
>>6322747>□ Sneak out the hotel and find some kind of bookstorewe are SO BACK
>>6322747>□ Sneak out the hotel and find some kind of bookstoreAdventurr awaits! Huzzah!
>>6322747>>□ Find books to read inside the hotel, there must be some, right?
>>6322747>□ Ask Nemo to accompany you to look for books in town
Rolled 1 (1d2)A tie, this early in the quest? Let us consult the winds of fortune!>1: sneak out>2: hotel reads
"JESUS FUCK." A bit of spit leaves the girl's mouth with the utterance of the expletive. The thin blonde man shoots an annoyed look at his coworker as he leans on his broom, watching her wipe the spit from her chin."Hey, management said we couldn't curse. Get that side for me." The brunette gives him an indifferent glance, grabs a dustpan, and starts sweeping in various things: rose petals, scrapped, badly framed photos, a dust of cocaine that had slipped from some celebrity's torn pocket. She scoffs at the discovery of a used condom leaking all over the concrete."Just saying. You'd think that at a big event like this, people would be a bit more dignified." She turns to look at the big black block letters that burned boldly on the arena sign.MILLER V HAWKEFATHER V SONTONIGHT(1/5)
>>6324029>INVESTIGATE SEXYCOLA TRUCK. Mmm, if God loves you, he'd topple that truck over right now.
>>6324029>INVESTIGATE BUS EXTERIOR. You've checked inside already, there's one thing left now.
>>6324029>>INVESTIGATE TRUCK STOP CONVENIENCE STORE. You sure would love an overpriced snack. Maybe someone inside can help you.
>>6324029>LOOK FOR THE BUS DRIVER. They must be nearby.This must the work of an enemy stand... I mean psychic
>>6324029>>LOOK FOR THE BUS DRIVER. They must be nearby.
War War Never Changes. They finally fucking did it. The bombs fell not long ago. The world is over. No more people. Just shambling radioactive corpses. No more nations just glowing craters, dust, and shadows of people that once were. No more seasons just nuclear winter. Shopping? no such thing. Have fun struggling to find a drop of water or a crumb of food that won't kill you. The rads oh god the fucking RADS, inescapable and everpresent. Truly the end of the world. Rapture maybe happened and whatever is left...well most people are quickly giving up on God. Kinda hard to keep believing when the world ended and you were left behind. Except for the zealots anyway but those guys are crazy as the cannibalistic raiders.That isn't even getting into all the weird shit that keeps happening and becoming. Makes you wish it was 'just' a nuclear winter. Walking corpses. Mutants. Inexplicable anomalies. Unnatural terrain. Strange whispers that you aren't the only one hearing. Honestly it just keeps getting worse...especially with everything you have to do just to 'survive'. Living...living is just a luxury that only the pre war world got to enjoy. You meanwhile are just another poor sucker caught up in this clusterfuck trying to survive.(This quest will be ripping heavily from games like Fallout, Metro, Stalker, and Bioshock basically anything that fits within the setting just to keep things interesting)>Character CreationThe younger you are, the more bonus SPECIAL points you will start with. However the older you are, the more bonus skill points you will start with. You may choose any trait from any game OR include a custom option that may be vetoed by me IF its too unbalanced. Custom traits MUST include both positive and negative effects otherwise it's an automatic veto. The first character will be a male because this is about a dynasty over the generations. So long as you have a living family member the game will not end however, your characters can and WILL die over time. A male starter character will provide insurance. So if you are an elderly grandpa, the minimum is 21 SPECIAL points. Just keep in mind old age is a real bitch, especially in such a hazardous environment(debuffs for age are a thing).
>>6324031I'm not understanding, is she really 45 or are we fucking some kind of synth-child??
>>6324084She is 45 but modified herself to such an extreme at such an early age she couldn't grow up normally anymore(so think cyborg child). She did it to herself as a child genius. One major update the 2.0 series starting with puberty into adulthood and then 3.0 began after the Bombs due to needing a complete overhaul. She is technically Kristina 3.X as her third edition model was based around having to deal with the wasteland hazards and threats.That was why she was called a witch and a diabolical genius since being a child. She broke a LOT of laws with such extreme modification while underage and her opinions did not improve as she got older(hence she was very unpopular figure).So no not a synth child or immature just...well a crazy genius with severe humanity issues. Basically a typical case why you do not use high degree of augmentation on children but she's a genius who took it to an extreme. If it wasn't for her brilliance, they likely would have imprisoned her into a nuthouse for life. As the augmentation she came up with is absurdly high in terms of capacity. Normally you can only withstand so much augments while retaining your humanity/sanity. Somehow she figured out how to 'adjust' that limiter.Which is why her body is so 'doll-like' and thus easily mistaken for certain gynoid models(especially if she was cybernetic there would have been no hope to tell the difference). Her modification was so extreme that the apparent differences became nearly imperceptible. Think of her as a full conversion cyborg who went with a wetware specialization from a far too young age. This massively skewed her growth and development.As for her sanity...LMAO Mad SCIENCE! is a thing here. She definitely ain't right in the head and her body isn't actually human. Hasn't been in very long time. Just made to look that away but uncanny valley is a bitch when you take modification to such an extreme. This is why she looks so young and like a doll. Her body is modeled and copied directly from when she was still in her twenties. Most importantly isn't in fact human at all.Think about it how the fuck did someone go over twenty years just after the bomb dropped without aging a day?
>>6324098The answer to that is it's not even her original body at all.
>>6324099Oops, forgot to spoil that. Anyway, she is on her third body.
>>6324033>Meet with this Captain
ANTON PEAS: that’s your name, don’t wear it out! Originally a mild-mannered grilljockey, a botched demonic summoning brought you to ZORAL: a fantasy world shrouded in perpetual darkness!You get used to it!The memory loss and everyone trying to kill you? That’s the tricky part. See, your unexpected trip landed you in one Hell of a mess: not only did you lose a huge chunk of your memories, but you also forfeit your soul to RED--you don’t know the specifics, but essentially your summoning granted you some DEMONIC POWERS, so it’s not all bad! What IS bad is what you’re up to now: your hellish helper can restore your memories, but he won’t do it for free! The price: delivering the heads of THE FOUR LORDS OF ZORAL: tyrants and titans that rule the darklands with iron fists, claws, and… you dunno, tentacles, maybe? There’s a reason they’ve ruled for so long, however, and despite your platoon of pals and plentiful powers you can’t help but feel a little apprehensive about the whole thing!Exhibit A: ARCHMAGE TRIER. Arriving in UMBERAL: Zoral’s very own city of tomorrow, you were swiftly introduced to the TEKSOULS: menacing magitek that follow every whim Trier can think up… and you met the guy–he thinks a LOT!Not to be outdone, you also ran into THE SPICE CARTEL--not only is Umberal their home turf, they’re also running some kind of deal with the Archmage… as for what it is, well, you shudder to think!Your search for leverage over the Archmage took you to TRIMBAULT ACADEMY: Zoral’s most prestigious magical academy, and whole you managed to snag some goodies and teach a surprisingly-decent class (don’t ask), you didn’t manage to find notes other mages took on their Archmage adversary! Even worse, all signs point to The Cartel snatching them up for their own perfidious plots!Luckily you had an in: TZAH-TZIE, skilled songstress and your current beau, has an axe to grind with her musical rival LUTZA. Having saved the starlet from a kidnapping on the Umberal Skyrail, you earned your way into holding a concert in Umberal, and some of the biggest names in The Cartel just happen to be huge fans!Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6323826>Nope, sounds good to you!I can't think of anything at least.
>>6323826>What’s the plan for after the performance?I sort of suspect we'll be making hasty exists, so we should know where to regroup. Volkir's old pad again?What I'm thinking is we find the notes, read them, leak them to a Teksoul and say some cartel guy dropped them, and that might be enough for Trier to attack the concert.
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>>6323831>NOPE>>6323836>>6323859>>6323951>AFTER?Writing! Expect delays, feeling like hot garbo today
Rain filters in through the ceiling, sliding along the support beams in just such a way it misses the numerous pots, pans, and cups scattered around the delipidated apartment and is readily sucked into the mouldy carpet. Which is then again immediately transferred to a new object: your sock. Your very next steps now all dotted with a wet squelch."Argh!" You cry, as you balance on one foot to pull the sock of the other, only for said wet sock to cozy up to the business end of the cigarette you had tucked between two fingers, providing a new, enticing after-taste to the familiar menthol as you unknowingly take a drag. "Huurhg!" It might've been a week or so since you had washed that sock. How had it come to this?Well, the demon king lost against The Seven Braves. A poor title for a bunch of delinquents that jumped a guy seven to one. They murdered their way deep into the demon capital, defeated all the bureaucrats present, and killed the ministers while shouting inane things like "Die Heavenly Generals!" They hadn't been generals and they certainly hadn't been heavenly.They were butchered all the same and all branches of government were eradicated over the span of a few days. After performing what amounts to genocide, the "Saintes" had the gall to clasp her still-bloody hands together, bat her eyelashes, and say things like "No, we can't kill them all, that would make us just like them!" And so the remaining demons, conveniently all of middle-rank and lower, were accepted as refugees into human society. What's that? You want to stay here in the demon lands? I see. Hmm? That demon from earlier? Oh, they fell into the river. Yes, lost all their limbs along the way. Wild, isn't it? Anyway, safety and a bright future awaits you in the human nation of Lightsong!Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
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>>6323214Winner: 4 - Lilith (Lily)
Small update: I've been working on the job system and will starting posting tomorrow
>It is January 23rd of the Year 71 of the Cosmic Era>Thread Archive:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Errant+comet>Tip Jars: If you enjoy the writing, consider sparing some dimes if you're able.>patreon.com/Maxwelllallwell>ko-fi.com/maxwelllallwellFrieden Moon, Greencoat Pilot of the Zodiac Alliance of Freedom Treaty (ZAFT) militia enters into potentially the most impactful revolution of the Bloody Valentines War... And so it would be that the War, having entered a standstill. Begins the tentative turn of the page over its outcome
>>6321523The first of all the Chairman'd say, and in agreement of Margellan's who'd started getting fed up with the bureaucracy of war efforts in regards to his pet projects...Was that Margellan was planning to step down as Chief Engineer of the whole of ZAFT, being granted a customized Laurasia-class vessel to take as many engineers and mechanics crew he personally could vouch for...And it was all to support you, as your performance in Endymion spoke rather brightly of your capabilities, doubly so as a Black-Band pilot, the first of their kind within ZAFT's organization, not even done with their training.And reportedly felling three battleships and most importantly... Being lauded as the instrumental piece behind the dismantling of the Earth Alliance's spatial-awareness corps.You've heard of a lot of epithets coming from that, most of them some you wouldn't like being refered to because of outright mentions of treason or betrayal in them.But one did catch your attention, and most importantly, ZAFT's as the standard as an Alliance press-release judged to have been vandalized and published by South-American Federation allies had revealed the fear that the surviving fleets of the Lunar Base had felt after confirming your Red Moebius had destroyed their precious corps.And Fear hath made them lose their spine, thus, christening you as "Mind-Killer" for all that ZAFT could care.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6321526>Grabbing your daily ration from the mess hall, you'd forgotten entirely about it.
>>6321526>Doing some Maintenance over your GINN, just to be hands-on-sure.Black band, black paint job?
>>6321526>Checking in with Margellan over the Nemo, Surely you'd be allowed the shuttle-time with his permission
>>6321784+1 for great democracy
Pick race and location
>>6323600MIRNVAL has a forest and some moutains. There were some mining towns around.Trolls
>>6323748Gruk sniffs the air for the twentieth time that day."I smell elves, boss!""For the twentieth time, Gruk, there are no elves round here. If you tell me about elves again I'm gonna fix your nose!", you say, raising your fist, to what Gruk flinches. "Concentrate on finding food, you worthless sack of shit."You really hate it how some trolls are born with special abilities. Gruk's thing is his big nose, he can smell better than a dog. He smells worse than a dog, though."Alright, boss! Ignoring the elves. There's a bunch of deer in the forest and some mountain goats on the opposite direcion. There's also an el... I mean, nuffing sir. Just plain ol food.""Well, let's go catch some deer."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 41, 26, 18, 70, 11, 79, 88, 84, 7, 70, 10, 37 = 541 (12d100)>>6323754The elf says, in a broken Giant dialect - the language the trolls share with the big giants:"I've been banished from my home. If you allow, I will help you find food. Otherwise I will have to challenge you to a duel for the leadership of the tribe."Duel? This elf is out of its mind! Still... the old chief said anyone can challenge the chief for leadership. That was pretty much the only rule. It is to ensure the very strongest will rule always. And strength always fades, sooner or later. Is your strength fading?"Don't make me laugh, you flimsy thing. If you can find food, then help Gruk. If you don't bring me food, then you will be the meal."The elf brings lots of animals to you everyday. The food is clearly poisoned, but your stomach doesn't care. Food is food. So you don't eat the elf, for now."Boss, I've found three tribes nearby.", says the elf, "some dwarves, some humans and some forest elves."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
COMBAT RULES:Each side Rolls 12d100. We run up to three combat turns with each roll.First 3d100 are your to hit chance. It is usually DC 70, but can have modifiers. Each success enables one damage dice. Critical hits (100) double the damage. (+1 to hit gives +10 bonus to reach the attack DC).Second 3d100 are your damage dealt. Varies according to unit. It is a percentage of their maximum damage, rounded UP. Ex. Swordsmen have 3 damage and you roll 66. It is rounded to 2 damage. Third 3d100 are your defense rolls. It is usually DC 70, but can have modifiers. Each success means you defended one hit. If that particular hit you defended was a miss, it carries over to another hit.Last 3d100 are your defense effectiveness. It is a percentage of your maximum defense, rounded UP. Example swordsmen have 4 defense against arrows and roll 74. It is rounded to 3 defense.Combat is treated as simultaneous, unless you have an ability that makes you strike first, like First Strike or Firebreath.============Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 41, 40, 1, 79, 17, 77, 88, 3, 94, 73, 3, 28 = 544 (12d100)>>6323755>> Try to pit the humans against the elves
Welcome to the Cygnus Sector, officer! Always good to see new people fresh from the Star Academy! I went there myself, you know? I'm sure you read the mission briefing. Here in the Cygnus sector, we are battling the K'tharr, an advanced alien race. Capturing their ships for analysis is what every officer dreams to do. Unfortunatelly, simply surviving an encounter with them is already a challenge.I'm not going to put you in the direct contact line just now. It is time you start commanding more than just training vessels and simulators. You'll get your very own fleet!Of course, it comes with some managerial work. But you sure are prepared for that, from the Academy.The Eagle Alpha Spaceyard (EASY) constructs corvettes and frigates for the war effort. Your starter budget for your fleet is ten million credits. That should be enough for a few decent ships.Your mission is to Secure a mining colony output. There have been pirate attacks lately. They tend to attack near the dates when we send the compressed ore back for refining. This day is approaching, so your fleet shall escort the ships coming back with the cargo. You'll rendezvous with Colonel Frank, who is overseeing the mining operations. Good Luck, Captain!
>>6322925> Go check that brothel
Rolled 3 (1d3)>>6322949 1>>6322970 2>>6323182 3
Rolled 1 (1d2)>>6323522Seex weeks of downtime? Time to take the boys to the brothel.You order your corvette captains to set course to the pleasure hub!You dock there and your men are received like kings! There are lots of sex workers in there, numbering in the thousands. You investigate matters a little - the casino is rigged, but no one cares. The blackjack table seems to be legit though, so you go there. A very busty female dealer gives you the cards. You lose a few credits, but you are unfased. At some point you decide to bet big! You bet 100,000 credits! Everyone stops to stare!1 - win2 - loseComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6323525> Offer to buy the halfbreed from the brothel ownersAyyy we won 100,000 space bucks! She got a name? Secretary Bridge Bunny, who might be able to pilot a ship with a tongue apparently
>>6323609secondedtongue skills AND alien lore? sounds like a great companion
You are Lorinda de Lindan, Princess, Inquisitor, and soon-to-be Tournament Champion! Well, not really, for you see the Inquisition is sending you into the Grand Tournament of Bloodgrave’s Fall as an agent to see if any otherworldly Strangers from the wicked and barbarous dimension of Earth sneak in to gain lands and glory right from under your father’s nose. Regretfully, the Inquisition has banned you from seeking victory as once your analysis of the competition is complete, it will be time to make a dramatic exit fitting of your desire to be the tournament’s underdog hero. Currently, there is a mere 14 days before the preliminary rounds begin for the duels where you shall compete. Now if only you knew the best way to prepare…Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=The%20Isekai%20Inquisition
>>6322457>Fall
>>6322457>>Stay in your cage for at least Dorothy is honest in her intentions
>>6322457>FallSolo ending
>>6322457>Follow the voice of Alice to a land far, far awayI want answers god damn.
>>6323169I am swapping to Alice, we'll go option 3 later if we can.
Another set of tyrns passes and begins again, bringing with it a new set of challenges. The threat of lunar invasion has passed, and with it a new era of peace begins. Of course such things rarely last. Already the nations of the world dabble in tremendous powers that could alter the world. Stolen lunar technologies, tremendous machines worked powered by magic, the holy light of gods and puppets stitched together from broken spirits. The world lurches toward great change, ready or not.---This a Multiplayer Nation Roleplay! Unfortunately we are full up on players at the moment with no openings expected. Apologies to anyone who wanted to join!> GlobalAcross the land all breathe a sigh of relief as the great silver fortresses of the Lunites march into the ocean, never to be seen again. Even those few who can follow them find no trace a tyrn later.> TurbansGlorious victory at last! Though the battle rages day and night Turban ingenuity has won the day, developing horrific poisons that leave the invaders trembling and flailing while strikes against key locations of their silver fortress has sent it into retreat toward the ocean! Despite the usage of terrible weapons of magical fog the invaders have been driven back! At the height of the battle a great charge of biotitans slam into the fortress and hurl it into the sea! Glory to the Turquoise Turbans! Nothing remains of the invaders save their memory.> VenciaThe great cataloging of Taxmoss is an exciting time for the explorers of Vencia as they cross the foreign jungles on the far side of the Tarn. It is of course also a somewhat terrifying time of course, because such activities inevitably lead into the territories of the Red Wall, a fearsome skrit war thing that is decidedly less friendly than the usual Skrit, it seems quite determined to devour everything in reach in fact. A nutty new gourd is discovered in the jungles, one that curiously grows more like an onion than a normal squash, with most of the plant firmly underground. Getting them pulled free is quite the hassle, fortunately normal Skrit drones are usually handy to help dig them out. When the ants get into the leftover squash left as payment they change color to a curious metallic brown, at least when not near a venk. Is this some sort of magical thing?
> OrdalanThe blossoming dawn temple city rises up, a grand thing of beauty built by the efforts of many nations. No expense is spared as money pours in from abroad, establishing a grand unified pantheon worshipped across the western half of Pavilion. At its center is the island garden of hope where keen eyed archers keep watch over the crystal spire that marks the sealing of the world against the Nachetar Threat. Though there is little in Khurnaire that can stop the Baron and a small band from darting across the border, there’s no denying that he also has no idea where he’s going. Somewhat awkwardly he ends up having to ask for directions at Kharkashuin. (Perhaps an RP with Khurnaire is in order?)A dark twisting current of discourse begins to flow through the country. Why is the Anelk slavery of Guliseare permitted to exist? There begins to rise a steady stream of calls, primarily from free Anelk, that the time has come to pressure Guliseare into freeing the remainder of their kin from slavery.> HabitunReports and messengers slowly filter back home, a number of revisions and improvements are made to the Habitun Navy, each one a minor thing, but together amounting to a noticeable change in the quality of the ships.The seeding of the mollusc hive is a frustrating experience unfortunately. Limited shadow ant coverage, roaming krawl forces, and a simple lack of decent terrain that isn’t covered wall to ceiling in krawl forms makes finding a suitable location difficult, but a location is finally found, albeit one that the huntsman grumble even a child could discover with some effort. Perhaps there will be time next tyrn to patch the problem? Still, the nest of squirming monsters takes root and begins multiplying.> SkritBiomass in, ant soldiers out. It’s a simple formula, but it can be optimized further. Dedicated chambers for growing each of the organs and limbs are created, alongside mass training chambers. These great pools are filled with a soup of neural fibers and nascent brains, with a single mass at the center that must be replaced regularly, as it bears the brunt of the neural transfers from Central. The combined effect of this ant factory though is the ability to literally assemble new soldiers at a tremendous rate.> VizariTo be beyond human is the desire of the Ascendant, to rise above the frailty of the body to something greater. More refined mana stones are designed, these ones embedded into the muscles of the body itself to regulate fatigue and heal the wear and tear of the day that plagues lesser people. Totally driving off sleep still remains elusive however, while the body is filled with energy the mind itself struggles to keep up, ascendant wizards settle on a pattern of meditations that helps to clear the mind of fog, pushing off sleep for a few days, but sadly still requiring a few hours every few days. Still it is a remarkable improvement.
> UrottiThere is certainly a concerning quality to the Mine of Eris. Three dwarves have gone missing for weeks, only to reappear with gaps in their memories. Heaps of cursed jewelry are sometimes moved with poles only to reveal swarms of fat black spiders underneath that skitter away, vanishing when the eye loses them. Twice now seven dwarves have gone into the mines, and thirteen returned, with none able to say who the extras were. Initially the concern was that the jewelry itself was responsible for the strange effects, it is cursed after all, but experiments show that any ‘made’ thing seems to have the foul air about it, alloys, pipes, gears, or even cut gems. Furthermore the effect seems stronger the deeper one goes in the mine. For the time runic disruption plates are fastened across the supports of the mine, which seems to have lessened the effects, but there is grave concern that this may anger whatever force lay beyond this effect.The great dragon heart is a marvelous thing, a dozen sizable dragon fruits joined together into a single assemblage able to command a tremendous amount of power, if only a vessel able to hold such power could be found. Some effort will be required to develop finer and sturdier alloys, some new material will need to be dug from the earth.Many notes are taken on the nature of the Moon’s Cloak, though they will take considerable time to decipher. Perhaps on the 39th tyrn?> KrovianIgolka, city of the moon, distant member of the Krovian nation, sets about building itself a fine temple. A fine temple requires metal however, and so prospectors set out across the desert seeking some. A field of craggy lead boulders of lead is discovered and soon smelted and forged to the task of creating the finery appropriate to a proper temple of the pulse. And as a bonus the metal is soft and easy to work, and repair when inevitably a brawl breaks out and damages everything. The Igolka temple is built directly into the ocean itself, clever mechanisms are powered by the tides themselves, raising up great cleavers to drop dramatically onto waiting sacrifices, who then stain the ocean red in response.>GuliseareA distant settlement springs up the mountaintop island far to the south, far from the capital. Here herds of goats are tended and a curious silkworm is tended. The Silk Mimic is a strange larva indeed, for they gather in great numbers, working together to weave large sheets of silk embedded with hundreds of their cocoons. These sheets are draped over branches and colored in such a way that they form ominous silhouettes with looming eyes and hunched figures waiting in the trees. Of course once the illusion is known the sheets can be harvested, the bugs removed, and the silk woven and dyed into fine fabrics.
> KrawlYet another great hive of Krawl is spun into existence, this one along the sides of the great crater that was once a Vizari city long ago. While there is no denying the need for more soldiers in the ongoing war, the city represents a heavy burden on its companions however, pulling away food supplies from other hives to support its own growth, leaving them less effective as a result. The Krawl have a great need to establish more fungal farms if they are to support such numbers.The Krawl begin to experiment with anchoring their spatial magic to physical objects, allowing them to create small pockets of sub reality where items can be stored and managed. While each one is fairly small, a cart’s worth of goods in a barrel sized pillar of carved and enchanted stone, there’s no denying the usefulness of being able to transport large numbers of items in a small space. > LolunaLunar technology! Though the empress refuses to allow the scientists of Loluna to work directly with the sample taken from the moon, citing some silly concern over all of Pavillion descending into technomagical disaster, she has allowed the creation of a sizable laboratory and the beginning of the Lunar Walker project, an attempt at recreating the great walkers used by the Lunites themselves. The laboratory itself is a straightforward enough thing, more research institute and pile of funding than anything else at the moment, but the walker legs quickly provide a challenge. Building them sturdy enough to hold their weight requires a tremendous amount of power, more than can be found in Loluna. Building them light enough to move causes them to crumple under their own weight. One of these problems needs to be resolved, likely through the discovery of some new metal or precious resource.The mechanism for movement is also quite puzzling. >KhurnaireTake a body and a soul. Chop chop chop.Stick them together. Speak in their voice.Take a body and a soul. Chop chop chop.Stick them together. Speak in their voice.Chop and Speak and Chop and Speak. Even when they scream they still speak. Isn’t it wonderful how you keep on speaking and thinking even through the screaming? Isn’t that great? Oh dear, you seem to be dying. Take a body and a soul. Chop chop chop.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
> Skrit-Krovian-Krawl Shaman Core ShennigansA war is being waged at the red wall, of primal instincts and ancient powers, of the will of shaman and the will of insects clashing against each, both trying to establish control over each other well enough to seize the advantage. Today though it is a stalemate, with neither able to strike a decisive blow against the other, the remaining cores of the wall remain hidden away beneath endless red ants.> Krovian-Habitun Naval FightA disastrous battle at sea occurs for the Igolka navy! The elves have been content to sit offshore and bombard the town with their crystal ballista, raining razor sharp shrapnel onto the town, but causing little true damage besides terrorizing the people of the city. But in their haste the navy of Igolka took the bombardment for something more serious than harassment and charged in directly through it. The crystalline rounds proved quite deadly, shredding sails, cutting down krovian sailors, and leaving the ships as easy prey when a massive fish monster appeared in the water and went on the attack. With ships taking on water, sales shredded, and an entire elven army preparing to board them the sailors abandon ship, swimming for Igolka in a panic as frog-folk and the sea monster stalk them from the deep.---END TURN 37---
>>6323695> AddendumThe navy out of the way, the habitun elves strike at the port itself, clashing with the novice Igolka army. The hardened elves, many long lived veterans of wars fought before the krovians were born, systematically push out the younger, less well equipped army before setting the port ablaze and returning to the sea.
You are Neutralplier.You live in a very spacious house, which is entirety empty except for a pillow, a blanket, and your computer, which you use to blogpost about your daily life.Your day has been largely uneventful. When you woke up, you immediately opened your computer to post about how you just woke up, and also how you stuck a finger up your ass recently but it didn't really feel good, it just felt okay, and that was kind of disappointing. But you're not gay though, you were just trying it out. Also you wish you had a BBC dildo if that matters but you can't afford one.Anyway, a weird rock just crash landed through your roof, and now sits at your feet. It has a strange face carved into it that doesn't look like anyone you've ever seen. You don't feel particularly strongly about this. It's kind of cool, you guess.What do you do?
>>6323152good call
>>6323152No homo, yeah>>6323130Call doordash, wait for them to get here, then forcefeed the doordash wagie to trump since vlodstone won't fit
get out of there asap before the secret service comes and gets your ass
>>6323130go to rotscheilds or bogdanoffs or whoever controls the banks or something
>>6323129TAKE VLODSON TO QUOTE
“Honestly, I could name a thousand reasons: I don’t like Prometheus, and I don’t trust him to mold me like a piece of clay. I’m not you, and I don’t want to be— hell, I don’t think I’d even deserve to be.”“You wouldn’t-”“There’s only one person in the world I’d want to trust my soul with,” you interrupt, “And it isn’t your dead boyfriend. I have things I worked hard for that I want to keep, people who I really want to stay dead, and I owe a debt of gratitude to the Architect for giving me this opportunity in the first place. I like power, I like having more than other people, but, more than anything…I want to be free, and I want to be myself. If that means I don’t get to be happy, then, fuck it, who even needs to be? I have a more powerful impetus.”You spread your arms wide, the fake soul of the fake you conjured by the Grand Art creaking and chipping beneath the pressure exerted by your real might, crimson light pouring through the breaks like water from the cracks in a porcelain vase. Arms painfully burst from your back, skin tearing and blood pouring out from the ruins of your tattered sweater. The limbs flex their freshly minted muscle, caressing the soft, tender pink skin, newborn, almost infantile despite their long, sinister build, You topple forward for a moment the weight cracking your spine under its crushing weight until your body reorganizes itself, reinforcing and regenerating shattered bone and torn sinew with metal and divinity, your skeleton shivering and popping as your new anatomy settles into place.“...I see. Well, it was a free choice, a true choice, so a number of possibilities exist. I guess this just happens to be one where things turned out wrong.”“You’re too vertical, both of you,” you sneer, “Your world is dead. The man who killed himself was someone you never knew, and he died for someone he never met. As far as I’m concerned, all of those “what if”s are only as real as any other predictive model. A glorified simulation, really. Well, if it’s any consolation, I believe your wish to have been granted before you ever made it: you have never been me, and you never will be.”The other you remains silent, but you press on, the constructed world tearing away as your Impetus overrides the Grand Art, its caster no longer present to protect it from your will. Your body lifts into the air, scarlet fetters burst from your fingertips, slowly taking the qualities of the Sunset, first hard to notice, vermillion and magenta, then, less subtle, gold, lilac, blue, white, black. The chains bind to the fabric of the incomplete reality itself, each wild movement of your arms tearing out another piece.
>>6322588The only thing I can think of is the deer, not that I'd change the choice, but it did move us forward, pushed us into the person we had to be to get here. There were others that were similarly impactful to our growth, but unlike those, the deer wasn't a threat we had to deal with, or someone who fucked us over before. I suppose, there is at least a shred of appreciation for that. Maybe enough to manifest her back into existence. After all, it's not like we can do anything else with this art, it's basically free.Though I'd also ask Marie if she has anything she'd like to change as well.(Not a concise write-in, but I do hope it gets the point across.)
>>6322731I could get behind that. Not as an edit to the past, but as an addition to the future.
>>6322588>Obviously. Now that you mention it, I might as well patch up a few things… (specify)Revive our brother.Revive our uncle, and give him to Dorota.
>>6322731>>6322742I advocated again and again for an attempted revival because I thought it was also part of godhood to create life or bring someone back. Of course, as an excuse for righting that regret.But now... I feel like it's a bit disingenuous, that's why my write-in is an all or nothing.that is to say, we retained our human desires, like wanting to eat food. If we leave the world as it is right now, I'd also really like to go back and stomp around a bit, maybe do a last livestream, just gloat a bit.
>>6323390I do not agree with your method, but I do see your point of wanting to have a place to stomp around and have a place to hang out. I do feel that undoing stuff is not ideal on a large scale, it feels like it makes everything fake, especially if you include our minions, or Pendrix, as part of our human desires, which I do. We would be effectively unmaking them.Instead, if would go for a middle ground. Remove obstructions. To be fair, I don't see many, mostly the chinese leader (mostly because Ate can't do anything about her, but Pheme can), so that could be solved by Marie saying so, just making it so that the dear leader was never born. The only other possible threat would be the space colony, but I'd say we can destroy it for fun in collaboration.
