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).
Current board settings:Anyone can post images.Anyone can use painter.Anyone can use dice & spoilers.Only OP can use text formatting.3000 character limit.750 bump limit.Decreased post timer to match /tg/ (30 seconds for text, 60 seconds for an image reply).Automatic permasage after 72 hours.Thread specific user IDs.Max threads per IP is 5.Standard 7 day internal archive.
Spyware Service Provider is a game where you start as an ordinary computer user and become the most famous hacker in the worldIt's time for you to brush your teeth. Maybe there's time to check your computer for messages first.E-mail No new messagesInstant messagingNot a single notificationTeamspeakNo one else on the serverWhat do they all do? NewsComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
When you click the link, your email opens a browser window going to a .jp website. It takes a long time to load. A really long time. In fact, it's not loading at all. The whole computer has frozen. What a scam.You press reset on the computer and go to brush your teeth. You somehow have alot to do today, going to the convenience store and stuff.But, when you get home, the first thing you do is check for messages.EmailNo new messagesInstant messagingNo notificationsTeamspeakSome of your buddies are in a game, but you're still in the afk channelComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6443347>Read more emailcleared inbox compulsion
>>6443347>2 votes to click the link>3 to brush your teethso the number of votes don't matter. Good to know>Instant messaging
>>6443355Neither of the first two votes were used either lol >>6443347>Instant messaging
>>6443347>Think about dinner
In this thread, we will vote for the king/queen of /QST/. The path to the throne is paved with trials of strength, charm, intellect, and psychology. Choose wisely, Judges. The fate of our champion rests in your hands.
>>6443074>>6443258>Question 1: QMs can still nominate their own characters, right?No, unless you can argue otherwise.>Question 2: We are still allowed to ask you questions without directly replying to your posts?Yes.>Addition 1: If the character is from a currently active quest, then the anon needs to ask permission from that QM before they can nominate.Accepted; this is reasonable.>Addition 2: The quest that the character is from must have completed at least one threadAccepted as clarification of existing rules.>Addition 3: I would like to request that everyone is given plenty of time before the nomination phase ends.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6443318simple way around the "existing IP" issue: just make it so that the character being nominated has to be an original creation by /qst/, not the entire setting
>>6443318Thank you CrownQM!For appeal #2, maybe we put up a strawpoll vote and leave it going for a while?That way people can make their case/arguments here to try and sway community opinion on which way to vote
>>6443318>It seems unfair to me that quests benefiting from the popularity of an existing IP would compete with OC quests.Many Dragon Ball, Pokemon, Digimon, ASOIAF, 40K, etc quests exist but very few last and develop big followings around an OC.
>>6443325>put up a strawpoll vote and leave it going for a while?Here it is.https://strawpoll.com/e6Z2AjRv6gN
Hundreds of carriages line the soon-to-be battlefield, with men-at-arms pouring forth from them as the kingdom's first line of offense."Brace yourselves, everyone! The dead approach!" the older officer calls out.It doesn't take long for all hell to break loose. Before even the first hundred men storm the once-bountiful field, they are met by twice their number."Christ's blood... they're underneath us," the man in front of you mutters to himself.The look on the man's face is devoid of expression, save for one of rising terror.In contrast to the innermost banqueting fields of your realm, these lands are poisoned by filth and pestilence, brought about by the rise of the undead. Of all the kingdoms on this continent, none have found a permanent solution. Though they may be cut down, for every hundred you kill, countless more seem to rise in their place.It would seem the man is right, however strange it may be. They're somehow learning new tactics as well, their martial prowess increasing considerably.High above, countless crows soar as they circle the battlefield, while vultures waste no time descending upon the promise of a fresh meal.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>Curse the witch, seek her out>Help the first assaultRoll a 1d20+1 for efficiency No DC the higher the number the better_________________________________________________THE WAY ROLLS WORK IN THIS QUEST:-The highest roll will be applied to the end result-No 'first of' rule, everyone can roll once-Rolls are no longer counted after I announce I'm updating-20's and 1's take priority and can only be cancelled by each other in which case the next best roll will take precedence
Rolled 1 + 1 (1d20 + 1)>>6443209EZ PZ punch that Bitch in the Teezy
Rolled 16 (1d20)>>6443209
>>6443220I'll pretend this one has the modifier added to it.
Rolled 13 + 1 (1d20 + 1)>>6443209Pleaseee
First came the plague. It spread before any measures could be taken to stop it from infecting every part of the globe, killing nearly everyone it touched. Within weeks, tens of millions were dead. The streets: empty, forlorn. Those few who survived were in shock that, in the blink of an eye, advanced technological civilization could be destroyed so quickly, so completely. Then the dead started to come back to life.The first reports were dismissed as the results of severe trauma. It was simply too horrible, too fantastical to be believed. But the dead could not be ignored. Reanimated corpses, filled with lust to devour the flesh of the living, roamed the streets and killed and their mangled victims rose to join the horde. Depleted by the plague and overwhelmed by the number of the ghastly dead, government collapsed. Civilization still exists, but only in a few fortified outposts fighting to keep humanity alive.One of these outposts, beacon shining across the wild gardens and dark fens of the former US of A, is Atlantic City. Miraculously, you are a survivor, isolated and alone and, if you want to stand a chance of staying alive, you need to make it to that beacon. But to reach Atlantic City, you must first SURVIVE the rotten metropolitan corpse in which you huddle. To make it out, you must survive CAMDEN.[bold]*DUH DUH DUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*[/bold]Welcome to SURVIVING CAMDEN
>>6442693>Nah, I’m a one-backpack kinda of guy. Real homeloving family man type of guy>TMNT backpack with a torn left strap, it can only be worn over one shoulder. Carrying capacity: less than 30 lbs
Rolled 1 (1d2)>>6442726 I assign thee the number 1>>6442697 I assign thee the number 2
>>6442697>>6443085We're wearing both! Woah! woah! An idea just blew throw your head an up your mindhole. What if... hear me out... TWO bakepacks. I know wild but science must cross boundaries if it to advance. You strap lil' miss strawberries up front over your man-gut and toss the turtles over one shoulder like youse too cool for school. You strut, you pivot, you weave, they stay fresh and on your bodily person. Yeah, yeah, this'll workYou start grabbin cans and jamming them into strawberry's holes when suddenly its Houston we gots a problem. As brilliant as your plan is, you gots too much stuff too carry. You can fit in all the beans and articoke hearts and fun-yuns (non-negotiables), but the liquids are a problem. For starters, not enough space. All, way way to heavy, your backpacs can't bare that weight. You'll have to economilize. In the end, you can only fit in two two-liter bottles of soda in the TMNT backpack plus another shoved in the mesh sidepouch of the odder one. Naturally, you take one thing of grape soda and two bottles of squish so that you got some vitamins and whatnot. Your inventory now looks like:>10 cans of peaches>10 cans of artichoke hearts>10 cans of non-Bush Beans>2 bottles of Squish Orange Soda>1 bottles of Grape Sode>4 bags of Fun-yunsComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6443089First, as it must be, comes fashion. The clothing selection at the Cherry Hill Walmart is extensive, unfortunately, it got total trashed and some jackass arsonist wantabe got to it before you so there is less selection tat would otherwise be sggestioned. The following items are still salvageable, take your pick:6 Jordache Jeans that do not fit you2 pair of cargo pants that do fit you1 pair of cut off jeans that hug your ass5 pairs of materity pants that stretch nice but Frankie wouldn’t want nobody to find out you know6 puffie jackets4 plaid stle thick-woven workers shirts covered in gasoline6 packs of tighty-whiteys2 three-each packs of men’s boxers18 bundles of socks20 bundles of those ladys socks that only cover the lower part of your foot3 silkk socks1 pair of Air Jordans in your sizeComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6443090Wear 1 pair of cargo pants, store the other1 puffie jacket2 three-each packs of men’s boxers, open one up and wear one18 bundles of socks, wear one of them1 silkk socksWear the 1 lone work boot in your size2 Mr. Rodgers style cardigans, wear one of them1 pairs of flip-flops with flower fish designsThrow out the • Wifebeater (mustard stain)• Stretch pants (mustard stain)• Socks w/ holes (3 pairs)• Underwear (stained) (1 pair)
WAR!The Brotherhood of Steel has launched a dastardly surprise attack on the NVD, nearly killing you and Veronica Santangelo in a failed assassination attempt with a horrific new weapon of mass destruction. The Directorate is in the midst of internal shakeup as Boone and his team of special forces have been eliminated and the presence of the Followers of the Apocalypse are in flux. But these domestic issues pale in comparison to the attempts by Lost Hills in exerting their power over the nascent nation. Will the New Vegas Directorate weather this storm and come out stronger for it, or will this grand wasteland experiment fail and be lost to the sands of time? And what will the NCR do now that the Brotherhood and Directorate in a fight to the death? Will the mighty Caesar intervene on his heirs-apparent behalf? Only time will tell.
>>6443156>What's next, rain in the MojaveAs soon as we throw Henry, Arcade, Mobius, Think Tank, and thirty Enclave techs at Big MT the next chance we get to crunch time that motherfucker.
Rolled 66 (1d100)>>6442757>>6443101>>6443137>>6443156
>>6443197i pine to see Washington and Jeffersons dream of the Yeoman farmer nation fulfilled once again
>>6442977Glad it got kicked since it was a crap roll but noted, will specify moving forward. Thought we were just going down the list.
>>6443156Just you wait, I guarantee our military turn is going to be a disaster. Pls reverse jinx, pls reverse jinx
Menthol and ash charge through the wittled sensory systems of your body and brain. The date is 2121, April 19th. Planet of habitation is MundiTri. Residence is the glass megabloc, 1287. Apartment of warrant is A-C, 433. Your name is undefined- lost to the lizard brain. If it remains alive- if intangible- it is drowning in the depths of your employers' ever burgeoning digital database. Your credit must have tapped out two or so days ago, and you have but your one job to rein everything in. You are EDS Sentry Officiator , as far as the world is to be concerned.What actions will you take, Officiator?
Apartment A-C, 433 stands uniformly alongside its' dozens of other externally identical box-doors. You know these few things sitting on your skin and directly ahead of your scrying eyes are certain:1. A 32 round shoulder-holstered pistol grinds heavily between your jacket and shirt.2. T. Tanaka, Liuetenant (211) is your 'patrol' partner. He stands at an attentive posture, wearing your same uniform, however with a greater pride and dignity in what its' shallow navy represents. He is here on 'evaluation', after an extended bout of 'unproductivity' in your work output.3. The felon beyond the door, one Oscar M, is guilty of numerous misconducts. Usage of digital networking programmes whilst failing to either register or appropriately update personal information. Deliberate furthering of inflammatory, harmful, or disinformative ideas. Stochastic . Publishing of liably threatening claims and/or statements. Disturbance to public peace. Accusation of unauthorized firearm ownership and usage. Predictive modelling of antisocial and criminal behavior by your employers' Automated Intelligence frameworks suggest risks of stochastic terrorism, domestic terrorism, et cetera...You are to gain access to his residence, and provide appropriate punishment. As of current circumstance 5 - 15 years incarceration is appropriate.
>>6441395>Take position beside door so as not to get ventilated by felon>Knock and declare warrant>If they don't comply, move to breachWrite-ins are cool and all, QM, but it doesn't hurt to offer some possible choices when starting out just to help players understand what they're capable of doing
>>6441434>It doesn't hurt to offer some possible choices when starting out just to help players understand what they're capable of doing.Thanks, noted.>Take position beside the door so as to not get ventilated by the felon.As you press your body flush against the uneven orange-skinned bloc wall, the world seems to arise into a sharp focus in your dull mind. You notice Tanaka does the same, his pistol- the standard carry Elevé HK, with its structure like a staircase, building down to the flat- rectangular barrel. You notice the faint wailing of a domestic dispute that echoes across from the other end of the squared floor. You notice the excretion of some vile nox through the dark gap between the neighbors door and the apartment floor. The realization comes- with any moment, any second, any misstep, this debased and shameless place can snuff the little pathetic life left flickering in you. Tanaka speaks hushed, as if the door is a powder keg awaiting its' explosion: "Compat Sentry? You must access the apartment, as you are undertaking evaluation I cannot do this for you." >Knock and declare warrant.You strike the door firmly, rattling it in its' hinges. The afformentioned noise of the bloc prattles on, A-C 433 greets you with silence. You try again after 5 seconds, a silent greeting once more is received. You raise your aching voice out of your dessicated throat, recalling those a few trite lines of the euphemastic speeches you recited in training: "Tenant of...A-C 433! This is the EDS attempting to gain entry into your residence! You may allow entrance yourself, or we may gain entry ourselves!" Still whatever resides within remains defiantly detached from the bloc. Even the other tenants do not change their tunes, nothing you do bothers them, yet.>If they don't comply, move to breach.There are several ways to access the interiors of the apartment, listed-A. Square yourself at the door, thrust it down with your shoe's hard rubber heel. The build is flimsy, as well as cheap to replace (for the EDS at least).B. Use an EDS numeration card to rid the door of its' locking mechanism. You don't have yours, due to the chemical immolation of your brain, Lieutenant does have his however.C. Unholster your HK, fire into the apartment through the door. As an escalation of physical force from the punishment of initial arrest, you need something to justify why this was necessary. As of the moment you do not have justification, but that doesn't mean you won't be able to acquire it within the apartment following the breach.D. Lieutenant seems more qualified or competent than you, perhaps he has another method of entry? This is a nebulous hope, you are both only Sentrys after all.
i did not mean to make that much of it blue text ._.
>>6441548>A. Square yourself at the door, thrust it down with your shoe's hard rubber heel. The build is flimsy, as well as cheap to replace (for the EDS at least).EAT MY WARRANT, MOTHERFUCKER
Deep under the mountains there are some who say only the darkest of evil lurks below ground. Some say only goblins, beastmen and orcs hide waiting for naive travellers eager to quickly move across the abandoned underground tunnels for quick access to the path that leads from the most advanced industrious prosperous gnome republics to the cities of marble and elven royalty where pure sliver minted Yati coins are plenty.Yet only those who were told tales passed down by their dwarven elders and their slowly dwindling down grandfathers and mothers numbers of knew of their ancient buried city of Kazmeri. The city described as being leagues ahead of the most technological civilizations and industrial might that makes most tools sourced from the ancient city to be worth a man's life twice over.You, your brothers and sisters ([bold]Note this is the posters who respond. A group in a rough size of 500 dwarves.[/bold]) sick of burning to death steadily from the heatwaves rising in temperature every 10 or 20 years finally decide to rediscover your homeland, your culture, ancient texts and the secret of what brought down the greatest empire of all time.All you have to guide you is a single map drawn by a crazy old man clearly waning memory carved deep into a stone tablet... (the map being poorly made is also that bad in the story.)
>>6441174Start digging
Two months ago a new disease was discovered out of sub Saharan Africa and began to spread like wildfire rapidly infecting nearly 15% of the world's population worldwide. This would have been incredibly alarming if the disease had not been very mild, only giving those infected a mild cough and was only dangerous to those who were very old or sickly. The disease would have probably even been fully ignored if it weren't for how widespread it was. A month after its discovery something changed; those infected with the disease worldwide became enraged and violent. The world is crumbling and you must do your best to survive it.You are Corporal Andrew Foch of the 75th ranger regiment machine gunner, expert on infected and guest of the coast guard aboard the Cutter Richard Snyder. In the last week or so you were separated from the mixed group of special force operators you worked with by a helicopter crash, joined up with a remaining coast guard ship, secured a source of fuel for it and finally formed a team and scavenged several new firearms for yourself and the ship. Now your traveling north along the US eastern seaboard toward Newport Rhode island to join up with a flotilla in the area. Past Threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Dead%20America%20Quest
>>6443083>That can very well be the focus of the quest if thats what you anons wantI admit I am a sucker for Civ quests, where numbers grow per turn but I think that's not keeping with the style of quests you run, that are more plot/dice driven.Also fuck yeah, there's still people out there. Glad that they didn't try to steal our tanker, maybe they were worried about the same thing or they have a pirate colony, whatever.>Action - TeambuildingCan we train a team in room clearing operations using some of the tanker's spare rooms? >Sullivan/Henderson/volunteers>gun safety's always on>stealth ops and silent comms via hand signals
>>6443088Ive considered running a Civ quest in the past but it just seems like most either wind up railroading hard or the civ grows so strong so quickly theres no challenge to it
>>6443083>>Train and assistant gunner
>>6443083>>Train and assistant gunneri think we have meet everybody at this point, we should have a clear idea of who is best for the job.i think we should train a back up, just incase.i really think we should pull close to land and have people practice shotting. getting everyone comfortable with a gun would be a huge win.>>6443111some Civ would fit amazingly into this quest imo.
>>6443083>Train and assistant gunnerI look away for a couple of updates and we're already passing the BosWash. RIP to the places I wanted to go to in between.Idle thought, if we're in the right place at the right time we could call the ISS on the shortwave for any juicy information they've been collecting up there.-----I dunno about the chatter, I like zompocalpyse stories where it's not just survivors in the anarchy doing their own thing but more like being part of an actual war with the zombies. The quest scratches that itch so far and it should come as no surprise I love World War Z, as I have mentioned before.
Your name is Vincent Cruz. You work in a shady government-backed facility in the middle of the New Mexico desert. In a turn of events, you are now a footnote to the Powers That Be. To them, you've actually proven yourself to be useful, thanks to a very lucky break involving one of your anomalies.After all, you're a researcher for the Abnormality Regulation Coalition (also known as ARC), tasked with containing and studying paranormal entities on their behalf. You've always had a knack with the anomalous, even before you ended up here, ever since that chance encounter with a certain HEART.You're great at making the worst out of a bad situation, at least. You've got friends, you've got cash, and you've got the attention of ARC. As long as you keep this pace up, you should be just fine!As for what happened over the last day or so?You got yourself entangled in a series of mysterious contracts from a masked soldier. You've already completed the first one with little challenge, so hopefully the remaining two will go over smoothly.You managed to stabilize NOWHERE'S SOMMELIER's condition, without outright 'resolving' her (which might've killed her if it was like IN LIMBO). She's going by Kiera now, and she should be sticking around for a good long while as a new coworker.You got two brand new anomalies, THE OTHER SIDE and STATIC ANGLERFISH. You've already met STATIC ANGLERFISH before, so you already know a decent amount of his tricks. The other anomaly is going to take a while to figure out, given that even ARC doesn't know what risk level to classify it as.You had a nice, long talk with Rudolf, which illuminated some interesting details about why you were dragged here. You also learned some fun facts about Harvester anatomy and the politics of both ARC and the SPONSORSHIP COMPANIES.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6443000>"Shouldn't you at least tell her goodbye? Doesn't she deserve that?" A simple question. A blunt question. Maybe that's all you need to say.
>>6443000>"Shouldn't you at least tell her goodbye? Doesn't she deserve that?" A simple question. A blunt question. Maybe that's all you need to say.- “Walking out of here won’t change anything. Nobody knows who you were, here. We still don’t, in a way, you made damn sure of that. A fresh start won’t work if you can’t change, can’t grow, can’t become a fresher ‘you’ that won’t repeat the same mistakes that made home so unbearable - I know you’re smart enough to realize he wasn’t blameless there. I would know a thing or two about getting away, just to fall back into the same patterns…- “And yet, she still sees something in what might approximate your worst self. Maybe it’s to do with her own damage - you’re also smart enough to have figured out she’s in a similar state to you - or maybe she wants to believe the punk she fell in love with is still out there, somewhere… and if you run away, or die, which is a whole ‘nother level of running away, she’ll never find her own resolution.”- “So, in the meantime… let’s start over. Hi! My name is Vincent. What’s yours? Doesn’t have to be your old one; in a place where nobody knows your real name, that can be whatever you want.”
>>6443000>"Shouldn't you at least tell her goodbye?
>>6442994>>NEW ITEM RECIPE: CatEyeThat is spectacularly valuable, both to us and I'm sure a great many others.>>6442998>but your brain is incapable of remembering it long enough to use it in your narration.heh.>>6443000>Say nothing. Offer him a cold beer and your company. Maybe that's all he needs.
>>6443000>Say nothing. Offer him a cold beer and your company. Maybe that's all he needs.
The tension is palpable as you navigate the chilly limestone corridors of the Hall of the Elders, ascending the now-familiar staircase and crossing over the blue carpet which leads to the massive oaken table in the shape of a half-circle. 'Sindiira Torani, Speaker of the Town,' reads the steel placard set before your designated seat. Assuming your place, you double check the fastening of your gauntlets and await the arrival of the other members of the Council of Elders for this morning's meeting, shifting your armored weight uncomfortably. How the High Captain attends every meeting in full plate without fail is a mystery.It was established last night that an army of forces most nefarious marches on Everlund, House Delyl's own forces amongst them. While the possibility of petitioning neighboring cities for reinforcements was raised last night, the High Captain remained adamant that Everlund's army is sufficient to defend it from any threats that may arise. 'We can't run crying to to Alustriel every time the city is in danger,' he stated verbatim.One by one your peers shuffle in. Prompt to arrive is Sten, who has refused to abandon his armor, opting to drape a fur cloak over himself and consider the matter concluded. Likewise, the Priestess of Corellon attends in her ceremonial armor, foregoing protection from the cold entirely. Minutes later, Emitia arrives, favoring a coat of dark fur over a midnight green dress, as befits the season. The Keeper of the Bridgers assumes his place, wearing black padded armor over a wool shirt to retain his warmth.Predictably, the High Sorcerer arrives late, and has not altered a thing about his attire, arriving in the audacious marigold robes that befit him, his black gloves pulled securely over his hands. Taking his seat, he leans the chair back, resting his feet on the table and folding his arms, rocking to and fro. "Shall we get started?" He asks.
Vote closed.
>>6442382I like it! Which is good. I missed the vote, alas.
>>6442981You're in luck, I have only just started on the update, so I'll take any input for a while longer.The final battle of the quest opens after this and all that's left after are a few decisions about the conclusion, so now's the perfect time to add any last thoughts.
>>6442995The only thing i can think to ask beyond that is if there is any love in our sisters hearts. Can either be saved?
>>6442981Thanks, anon! I like what you suggested as well, kinda forgot about our sisters and whether we should forgive or forget them. Although I do have an idea on what to say if we do capture Vierna...
The Outriders have recovered from their last hunt for research artifacts and are ready for another assignment. Meanwhile the recently-cured Fogland refugees have been developing their crafting, engineering, and farming skills, while their raptors fed upon the bodies of all The Tribes' many would-be-conquerors.What comes first for The Three Tribes of Raptor Fields?>1) Our research is nearly complete.Send The Outriders out again to track down the last few ancient science books we need to understand all the technology currently available to us.>2) The refugees are ready for a new home.A contingent of fogmen have been cured of their madness, and their pet raptors have since consumed the enemies of The Tribes before our gates while our riders were abroad. They are ready to reclaim their home and establish safe trade to the city of Mongrel.>3) Return to our roots.The nearby town of hilltop was hastily abandoned during the famine, and some valuable resources may yet be recovered by retracing our steps.>Write-In)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6438860>>6438895>>6439797The Cyan Hive is setting out on their pilgrimage to their overrun homeland for the first time as a fully trained and equipped unit. They've already crossed paths with another band of Hungry Bandits, and the raptors feast once more before Beep stepped forth to the West, once again victorious. Will Beep...> follow the plan, settle between home and the city of Mongrel, and establish trade?> conquer all before him and saturate the region with fogmen? > pass through The Foglands, and face The Cannibal Tribes of the western plains? > [Write-In] :
>>6439829>PicrelatedBeep has taken control of the tribe's fogmen and their raptors, now they head off into the Northwest. An errant Slavemonger patrol has already crossed their path and been put down like the dogs they are. They pause just long enough for the ever-hungry raptors to reduce one of them to nothing but his metal plated boots and a puddle of blood seeping into the sand. Beep takes the lead once more with his faithful red raptor Ignicauda at his heels, will he..> follow the plan, settle between home and the city of Mongrel, and establish trade?> conquer all before him and saturate the region with fogmen?> pass through The Foglands, and face The Cannibal Tribes of the western plains?> [Write-In] :
> pass through The Foglands, and face The Cannibal Tribes of the western plains?
>>6440590Perhaps it's the yearning for central leadership inherent to all hivers, perhaps it's the void left behind by the fogmen's lack of a queen, or maybe it's simply the raw charismatic gravity of Beep's strong and direct leadership style, whatever the reason, the hive falls into line behind Beep quite naturally as they make good time on their journey. The Fog Hive passes successfully through the regions of Heng and Vein before tragedy strikes just of the edge of the Foglands. Wandering bands of starving bandits have been harrying the hivers since leaving the walls of Raptor Fields, and each has fallen before the might of Beep and his entourage without posing much challenge. However, upon inspection, our own strength appears to be our undoing. A highpower heavy bolt from one of our newly equipped masterwork springbat crossbows (specialized for close range targets), was found in the dismembered leg of one of our noble princes. An apparent case of friendly fire, born of poor marksmanship and bad formation lines.The esteemed Praetorius now lays unable to walk or run on his own. And the gauntlet of the Foglands still lays between the hive and it's destination in the cannibal plains.What are The Mighty Beep's orders?> Have one of the heavy drones throw the prince over their shoulder and press forward. The hive is strong, and we shall not be stopped! The city of Mongrel lays ahead, we can check their robotics shop for a new leg along the way.> Send for an outrunner to retrieve on of our tribe's artisanal specialist-grade legs to be delivered from Raptor fields, a short delay and a fast runner should be all it takes to make the delivery and have Praetorius running faster than ever> We do not need the tribes, our hive is strong! We can rebuild him, we have the technology. The most skilled robotics expert in all the three tribes is our own Principo, who crafted the stockpile at Raptor Hills himself. If we settle the edge of the foglands, as we planned before Beep's ascendancy, Principo can build a new limb himself.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6438874>>6438902>>6439770>>6439788Sanguine & Seto sidle up to the morning muster, both riding chainmail-laden bulls. Gecko lumbers up behind them, armed, mailed, and saddled, but without a rider. It's been days since Beep and the hivers all suddenly geared up and left yelling "Beep is the strongest!" >Sanguine: "Alright you lot, Chief says you've dragged your feet long enough. We've got one empty saddle left for the salvage ride. Either one of you steps forward now, or we all draw straws." > [Choose the last Jr. Outrider for the salvage mission, and view stats.]> "Beep and The Hivers are still one of the three tribes!" [Step forward and volunteer to lead a new mission a new mission]> [Write-In]
HISSSSSS!CLANK!The bars to your cell slam shut. Some of the other inmates in your unit are still rowdy as they taunt and jeer at one another or the prison staff."NIGHTTIME! SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO TO SLEEP!" one of the guards yells before stepping back into the control center of your unit.Yeah, just another typical day has gone by here. It's been a long time now since your sentence first started—at least a little over a year, anyway. You sigh deeply, reminiscing about the way life used to be.One of your first nights here, you remember crying, never thinking things would end up like this. Looking back on it now, you had things locked down at least somewhat decently. You had a promising career path, you were in a relationship, and you had your own place."Shut the fuck up," you say to your inner monologue, trying to stop the thoughts from invading.Christ, not again... you think to yourself, the tears welling up in your eyes. A single tear trickles down your cheek. How long has it been since you had a reaction like this? What's the fucking point in getting all sentimental again? You know all too well how that went the last time. Nobody cares about your feelings here. You've been forced to keep your survival instincts at their maximum for a long while now.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6439262>I'm trying to better myself, that's the goal
>>6439262>>I'm trying to better myself, that's the goal
>>6438328Thanks for running.
Rotation please come back and run more marvel so these freaks can't frontload your quest with cringe
>>6441575+1 Yeah man, come back to Marvel, I'm excited for the first Spider-Man encounter
Your friends and family slowly stopped associating with you. Something about a social media bubble you were supposedly in, which caused you (once an almost-respectable and mild-mannered young man) to become a jaded and paranoid college drop out who constantly talked about increasingly fringe and controversial obsessions (the WEF, Soros, et al.). You also became obsessed with an imminent end-of-the-world event. You weren't sure when or how it was all going to crumble. But you knew it would happen sooner rather than later. You got a miserable job at Amazon and worked as much overtime as you could and bought some land a few miles off a state highway in Kentucky. Over a few months, you spent every extra dollar buying supplies and stocking them up at your land. You thought you had at least a year or two before you'd need to move up there permanently. But, as it turns out, the "happening" came far sooner than even you expected. You're still not really even sure what's going on. But the power's flickering in and out, buildings are blowing up, and people are panicking. You barely made it out of town, and the journey up the interstate wasn't easy. But you finally made it. It's mid-March. So weather won't be a problem. Yet. You had shared your plans with a handful of other people, mostly people online. It looks like some of them actually made it. (Pick 3)>Anthony Pierce- Fellow chud. Big muscle-head, strong as an ox. Decent shot. Warrior mentality. Age 26. >Kelly Liu- Daughter of a Chinese oriental doctor. Knows a decent amount about traditional medicine, botany, and mushroom foraging. Knows how to make fermented foods. Age 23.>Ernie Goins- Older, spent his life as a handy man. Jack of all trades. Age 58.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6440841Two weeks pass, and now you're in a routine. You feel stronger >Purifier (82)Eric is able to fix the purifier without much trouble. >Radio (65)Eric spends an hour or two each day listening to the radio. He keeps a notebook and starts jotting down recurring patterns. No major breakthroughs. But he's beginning to get a sense of the survivalist economy: People advertising and soliciting goods, looking for refuge, warning about scammers and other dangerous elements. >Cabin (crit success)Eric operates like a sort of savant when it comes to putting the cabin together. He uses some of the lumber you brought and, with Butch and your help, you do over a months worth of work in just two weeks. By the end, you have a weatherproof, single room dwelling complete with a floor, a door, and a window with a shutter. >Hunt (68)Butch uses about 65 rounds of .22 and brings in a steady stream of small game. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6440855Current Food: Three square meals >Maintain>Decrease (specify)Current Water: Well hydrated>Maintain>Decrease (specify)Hygiene: Frequent useYOU ARE OUT OF HYGIENE PRODUCTSCurrent Tasks:Eric:Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
waiting for great minds to solve this
>>6440860Maintain foodMaintain waterAdd to eric tasks fishingAdd to kelly tasks make hygenie productsSoap from animal fats , shampoos from plants , her needs from plantsNew structureA bathroom: bath/outhouseExpeditionEric and butch to survey the surrounding area
>>6440860We still good?
Bread buest is a quest where you... you... uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I forgot, do you remember ?
>>6441784Throw one coin into the well and wish for a toaster.
>>6441792After wishing for a toaster one pops out, but it's some how bad in almost every way, the slots for bread are small so anybody wanting to use it would need to cut the bread into slim barely thicker then card pieces, there is no cord but instead has an empty slot at the bottom for one of those fat batteries so even if you found an wall outlet it wouldn't even work.Maybe there's a reason most magic wishing wells are not drinking wells.
>>6441811Take the broken toaster, the coin, and head back to the shop.
>>6442425Taking your abomination of an toaster you decide to got back to the "bill the" your faced with what you think to be the cashier ?
>>6443320"I'd like to fix this toaster." Show them the coin and toaster.
