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I'm not dead?That is the first thing that comes to mind when you awaken in a bed of frost and tundra. All other things proceed from the fact that despite your best efforts, you remain the living vessel of an apathetic and nihilistic entity that could be very easily mistaken for a god. Falling into the void should have spread you so thin across time and space that your frequency would have returned to the primordial chaos. Lost to all but to those who are searching for you, and even then they would need the right equipment. Perhaps that lovely man will succeed, in time, to separate your frequency from the voidPerhaps he already succeeded. Perhaps that is why you are here in the snow, naked and cold, rather than drifting alone in the void with all of your senses blinded - your existence finally given meaning through its cessation. Could this pain you feel be "happiness"?[No, that is frostbite] The Threnodian's song echoes in your mind, its babbling more sensible than usual. [The pen moves in admiration of pointless frivolity, for the hand that grasps it would only be used for fruitless endeavors. The desire to fill a vessel born to die with the fruit of life is an admirable thing, yet we are but false words upon the page-]"Shut up," you growl, taking to your feet. You've no desire to listen to the mad ramblings of Aleph-1 any longer than you have to. "If you've nothing meaningful to contribute, then keep quiet."[Voidmatter, then.] The Threnodian sings a new tune in your mind. [This place runs thick with it, thy birthright as a childe of stardust. Afore the author's pen sinks too deeply into perverse admiration of thy shape and coloration, twist it into-]"I remember how to shape it," you grumble.The thing is right. The Voidmatter is thick here, thick enough to form a Void Storm and yet so mysteriously stable that it does not. It bows to your command, the command of the Threnodian with which you resonate - with which, you are one - and slides between the pattern shaped from your own unique frequency. You do not weave it, but rather allow it to take shape... and its final shape surprises you.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6425291>>Isn't one you can pass up.
>>6425291>Isn't one you can pass up.Can we change to the regular outfit?
>>6425345>>Isn't one you can pass up.Holy shit, wuuing my wa's as we speak
>>6425291>Isn't one you can pass up.Let them eat CAKE. And by 'them' I mean 'US'
>>6425345Do you not like evil women, anon?
With the Tournament of Power brought to a close, the Seventh Universe has emerged triumphant once more. Led by the Saiyan warriors, the Seventh's victory was secured. And with the wish on the Super Dragon Balls used to restore the other universes that were eliminated and erased, the final hidden trial was passed, and all eight of the universes up for elimination were allowed to remain. Yet, even with this victory, peace doesn't last in the Seventh Universe for long. As old hatreds rise and long-buried grudges resurface, will you have what it takes to keep everything you've worked the last 28 years of your life to build? Or will those who seek your end ultimately triumph? That all depends on you, and your choices.You the players will (most often) control Karn. A Saiyan man who has grown from his lowly beginnings as a mid-tier Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733 to become not only the strongest Saiyan of his time at AGE 759, but also personal friend to the former emperor Lord Freeza, father to over a dozen powerful and unique children, a mentor and teacher to his fellow Saiyans, and the indisputable winner of the Tournament of Power. Wielder of the Berserker Soul, and the powerful Stand Divine Dragon Force, you're fully equipped to handle any threat that comes your way. But what will you do when the threats aren't always physical, when you can't simply punch all your problems away?Character sheets and other info: https://controlc.com/46ec566dhttps://pastebin.com/u/GrandDragonQMArchive:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Saiyan+Conqueror+QuestHelp fund quest art commissions and get exclusive side stories as well as artwork by joining the patreon for only $1/month at https://www.patreon.com/GrandDragonQMQuest rules are as follows(unless otherwise noted):>30 minute vote times>Pick ONLY ONE option when voting>Dice rolls are all best of three correctly-rolled diceComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6424890Meloka's new groove is definitely a sight to see. I have high hopes for what she can do as a Primal Deity...does that make her a Titan?Anyways, I imagine Doom thinks Cumber was one of ours for obvious reasons, and has come to make his grievances known as only Doom can.
>>6424890I have a feeling that Meloka will be scary powerful from here on out.Also can we ring Whis to let the other universes know we have no idea wtf a Cumber is or are we gonna have to do a Scott Pilgrim and fight random jackasses every other day for no reason
>>6424890As usual I can't wait for the reaction of both Kais, Gods, and Angel/Destroyers looking up in unison and going 'THOSE US DAMNED MONKEYS HOW MANY MORE DIVINE FORMS DO THEY HAVE?!'I also kek Meloka's Yan was so strong she instantly no sold Blue Monkey Rage just from seeing her Husband.
>>6425004>"THOSE US DAMNED MONKEYS HOW MANY MORE DIVINE FORMS DO THEY HAVE?!"Meanwhile Kars would just be smirking in the corner, shit-eating grin stretched ear to ear.
>>6424909What she can really do will be seen in time. And no, they're a different breed of divine.True. But not as only he can, as he didn't destroy a single wall in his introduction.>>6424959Potentially so.He knows, remember he confronted you about the situation before you left with Mechikabura.>>6425004>how manyYes.Right? The crit helped, with talking before just swinging. But she recognized you. The -deres as Oozaru generally recognize their target Just ask Vegeta in GT.>>6425007Absolutely. He's enjoying this.
The storm has finally subsided. Of the dozen or so crewmen only six remain. The rest, including your aged captain, were swept away by the waves. As the second-in-command, and moreover, as the brother of the deceased captain, the men now naturally look to you for leadership. Though it is something you have dreamt about all your life, the loss of your brother leaves a bitter aftertaste. He was a hard, taciturn man, slow to laughter, but of cool temper and always fair-dealing with his crew. You hope to live up to his example.Speaking of the crew, it is clear they are in poor spirits. The suddenness of the storm and the magnitude of the destruction left in its wake have rendered them mute and listless. The karve, at least, is still yare and true. There was a small rent in the sail, which you will need to fix or replace the next time you're ashore, but the spare is working beautifully. The clouds have torn apart to distant clumps and there is a fair wind blowing from the east.Most important, the cargo and provisions are still fully intact. One of the morbid advantages of a reduced crew is that you can go quite a ways before needing to resupply.\ooD==/ship diagram key:`D` is the sail`o` is a full barrel of provisions, which feeds a dozen crew for 2 TURNS (double that for <8 crew)`=` is other trade goods (TBD next post)Your orders, captain?>"To Langholmen, to rest and recover awhile." Langholmen is close by [2 LEGS] and returning home for repose is sure to improve the crew morale [SHAKEN->>CONFIDENT]. Though it does mean delaying the unloading of your cargo, which comes with its own troubles.>"To Fjordheim, to dispose of the cargo." Fjordheim is your brother's former port of call. It is a large and populous town where anything can be bought and sold for the right price, though it is a bit distant [3 LEGS]. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6425085>"How about a horn of ale instead!" Share food, drink, and news with Ketil, but decline any trade for now. Cultivate Ketil's friendship and arrange to discuss the opportunity in Fjordheim.Talk about how "True friends need no silver between them", or "Let friendship come before profit", or maybe that he is a shitty negotiator and he needs to work on it.
>>6425123Swapping to this.
>>6425085>6425123He is going away from Fjordheim, but no need to be rude in declining to give away the goods. So agreed, break bread with him but be on guard for him turning his sword on us -- we are outnumbered.
>>6425175Um, I meant I agree with >>6425123, with reservations.
>>6425117+1>>6425123+1Let us trade and make merry!
This is a story of lineages and organizations, of ill-defined martial arts and misremembered facts, of supernatural species and out of context foes ,of absurd abilities and gaudy outfits, dead dogs and inhuman parasites, non sequiturs and evil ubermensches, of continental treks and last second ass-pulls, intrigue and befriending (the nicer) enemies, of poorly utilized powers and mobsters of varying morality, of well-laid plans and the machinations of fate, of regaining what was lost and empowered tyrants, of amnesiacs and conspiracies, of delinquents and fortunes, and more..But foremost, this is a saga of the conflict between good and evil, light and dark. Of the will to protect and better oneself, and the will to subjugate and destroy. Of repugnant villains and the chivalric heroes who oppose them. The story I am about to tell is but a sliver of the whole of this quest, this odyssey, this… adventure.The year is 1960, November 3rd. It is a Thursday. This is when we will start our story, but first, a few notes. It is 955 AD. A woman whose name would translate into “Carved Tusk” from what would be later known as the Dorset Culture, in northwest Greenland, develops what would later be known as a stand, after drinking water that collected in the divots of a sacred meteorite. Translated, it would be known as「Song of Turning and Spinning」.Taking the form of a humanoid-seal scrimshaw figure, it would allow her to swap the souls of items, people, and animals, making bone as flexible as leather, leather as hard as bone, making snow animate with human movement, and humans as easy to break as snowmen. It is 960 AD, after defending her people from Thule invaders, she perishes after killing 100 enemy soldiers. She is the first Stand user in History to name their stand after a musical reference.In 1031 AD, Vikings fled settlements in what they referred to as Vinland, after the quantity and quality of grapes found there. This is due to attacks on the settlements, not by the native peoples referred to as “Skraelings” by the Vikings, but by a Mesoamerican Vampiric Lord. After stealing the face of a native wife of one of the colonists, she makes her way from Greenland, to Iceland, to Norway, bringing with her a quantity of stone masks. Hoping to escape fierce competition from other vampires in the new world(unbeknownst to her, there are also vampires and stone masks in the old world), she is defeated thanks to the efforts of a party consisting of a Tibetan monk, a Swedish Berserker, A Norman Noble, A Fatimid Scholar, a Kara-Khanid Archer, and several dozen helpful, precocious children. All of these individuals learn Hamon from the monk, (save the sidekicks) and do some whacky shit with it.
>>6424980>Investigate, do some snooping about.this is getting pretty bizarre
>>6424980>Toss the Man out of your house, and go to sleep.
>>6424980>Tie the man up, and cover his eyesWill he be the bro of this part?
>>6424980>Other[Write-in]Take his hat off. Clean up the glass and throw it away.
>>6424980>Get policeWoah jojo quest
ORHoly Shit, Ruling Westeros as Joffrey Baratheon, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm is a Lot Harder Than It Seemed At First, and By The Way, When Is My Fucking Back Going To Get Better?Warm… Moist and warm…This breakfast pastry my chambermaids presented to me must have only left the kitchen oven but ten minutes ago! Flakey, buttered bread satisfyingly crunches beneath every bite, a syrupy filling complementing the tart of the cherries within. I lick my fingertips clean, beaming at Phoebe.“A wonderful beginning to start my name day. I’ll receive many gifts today, I’m sure, but yours shall have been the first.”That makes Phoebe melt, her eyes getting red and puffy.> “I- I’m honored, your grace, truly!”She stammers out, averting her gaze to hide her tears.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6424532> “My back may be wounded, but the people of Kings Landing needn’t know! I would march with my stags, mother.”I'm sure we can get Pycelle or someone to make some sort of jury-rigged back brace or something for us. Or perhaps there's achariot or open-topped carriage hidden away in the bowels of the Red Keep we could use instead of riding horseback.
>>6424532>> “Perhaps you’re right, mother, I’ll defer the parade to my stags.”
>>6424532I'm also thinking horse-drawn chariot or rickshaw with suitable fancy embellishment.
>>6424532>> “My back may be wounded, but the people of Kings Landing needn’t know! I would march with my stags, mother.”time to destroy our back.We should write down our dreams—and Martin's memories.
>PREVIOUS THREADhttps://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2026/6408629/Woops, forgot the archive. Update Tomorrow
You are an ONI! A fierce mythical deman! You are ONE second old! Yep, you just came into being right here right now. Yet some how you are not only fully grown, but you understand what you are. Along with what the world is, language, concepts like gravity, and even the birds and the bees! wow! What will your first action be on this bitch of an earth? >What do? - Contemplate how you came to be- Declare your dominance of earth land and sea to the heavens! - Find a big stick to use as a club- Become aware of your surroundings- Write in
personally I think that int actually goes up to 10 considering that strength is rolled up to a 10 and having 2/3 int doesn't mean that we actually are smart by normal standards but rather by oni standards or smthhowever it would also be funny to randomly find an oni einstein somewhere
>>6425435personally I think your int is 1
>>6425306>SIGH, yeah we are smart... We obviously understand we got attacked because we are an oni since we have at least [2] INT>NO, lets just LEAVE the faggots and GO.>Nope, yuck!>Yeah, he cute
>>6425306>SIGH, yeah we are smart... We obviously understand we got attacked because we are an oni since we have at least [2] INT>YES, fall is coming we need a place to squat it out>Nope, yuck!>Yeah, he cute
>>6425306A: Are you smart or are you dumb?>SIGH, yeah we are smart... We obviously understand we got attacked because we are an oni since we have at least [2] INTA fun compromise could be that we have a lowered INT stat when tired and sleep deprived. It IS early in the morning, so it's not super surprising that our first assumption was that the snoring was the problem.B: Declare yourself the new magistrate and demand monthly tribute from the villagers?>NO, lets just LEAVE the biggots and GO.C: Eat someone to assert dominance?>Nope, yuck!D: grab our designated cuddle-human and make him pick the caltrops?>No, we can do betterNo! Oni's are strong and can tend to their own wounds after a glorious battle.Although a goodbye hug or pat on the head wouldn't hurt.
Your name is Harold, you were born to a wretched family in a small and relatively unknown village somewhere in the countryside.Your family is that of farmers, as everyone else is in this village.The village's main yield is that of wheat, on a field owned by a lord somewhere in the region where you live.Life in your village is quite unexciting, with nothing much going on in the day-to-day your life is miserably boring.Toiling in the fields all day, eating only oats and bread with rarely any meat, filthy streets, and lousy deplorable drunkards, which are most of your home village's population.Added on to your misery is your loneliness, ever since you stopped being a little boy you didn't get along with much of anybody around you.You always though better of yourself than everyone around you, you couldn't stand living such a squalid life.Your mother always used to tell you fantastical stories when you went to bed, some were terrifying tales warning you not to go out or some woodland fairy or elf would take your soul, some were nice fables meant to teach you about life, and some were boring anecdotes, but your favorite stories were the great and fantastical ones.Stories where brave adventurers , stories where powerful wizards ,stories about ingenious rogues, so on and so forth.You reminisce on your favorite story..Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6423164>The story where the rogue sneaked into the royal palace
>>6423164If you can work with this, I actually like the shitpost >>6423205>The story where the fox fucked up like a hundred ratsOtherwise if it's too retarded for QM's taste>3) The story where the rogue sneaked into the royal palace
>>6423164>1) The story where the knight slew the evil duke
>>6423205+1
Ten years ago King Aiden Perenolde betrayed the Alliance and sided with the Horde of Orgrim Doomhammer. Nine years ago Prince Alric Perenolde, the second heir of Alterac was sent into exile for his own protection. This exile turned permanent and Captain Normand Garside, your guardian for the past nine years made sure that you were safe and learned the useful skills that would help you in the future.Now you are ready to carry the responsibility and unite the scattered Alteraci people and reclaim the lands that were once the Kingdom of Alterac.Having returned from the Kingdom of Stormwind and the Alliance Meeting, you welcomed the peace that was in Dawnholme. Sure there was a lot of paperwork and other small things to do, but all that could be handled. Most importantly you got to be with your family and didn't have to worry about every single thing.Though your life is anything, but boring. Contacted by Thrall, you set out to meet him. Instead of just him, you were roped into meeting some of the most notorious orcs of the Second War. Drek’Thar of Frostwolf Clan had called Grom Hellscream and the former Warchief Orgrim Doomhammer to join him. It was made clear to you that they would act next year with a goal of rescuing and freeing those held in the Internment Camps.As the autumn meeting arrived, first it was Lord Falconcrest who interrupted you, bringing a warning to not meddle with the Syndicate as the truce is in play. And now you are meeting someone whom you haven't seen in a long long time.Welcome to Alterac Resurgent Quest!…Twitter: https://twitter.com/MedivhQMComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6425263“It wouldn’t hurt, that is correct.” You said and continued. “The ogres are a constant threat, the kobolds that were shipping the silver into Alterac after all seemed to work for them. And we took that mine and they have tried to get it back. I wouldn’t be surprised if they tried something.”“And then there’s the orcs.” Normand said.“Yes, we all know Grom Hellscream moved into Alterac earlier this summer. I don’t know what he is up to, but the orcs are on the move.” You said and sighed.“Prince Alric, will you take the battle to the ogres?” Garrick Blacksteel asked and stared at you with his coal red eyes.>After the campaign against the gnolls, spending a season rebuilding and recruiting new soldiers is required. The campaigning pace would be way too high otherwise.>The Edict has been lifted, you could bring the fight to the ogres and kobolds if needed.>Right now there’s no proof that the ogres are looking south at Dawnholme beyond the map in your possession. Let them and the Syndicate fight over the Gallow’s Corner.>Other, write inComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6425264>After the campaign against the gnolls, spending a season rebuilding and recruiting new soldiers is required. The campaigning pace would be way too high otherwise.
>>6425264>>After the campaign against the gnolls, spending a season rebuilding and recruiting new soldiers is required. The campaigning pace would be way too high otherwise.
>>6425264>Other, write inAsk Garrick if he has any suggestions
Searing hatred, frigid darkness… the sins festering your soul should have condemned you to oblivion along with everyone else you loved and cherished and yet these fickle parameters that defined your essence were anchored to something more tangible. You could feel your own heartbeat in the great void that had successfully muted your other senses until now, a crack spreading like all directions around you…. the faint smell of freedom? Crash, thud, pitter-patter… a solid ground made from shattered dreams. Your reflection… failure . You had no reason to manifest after what you have done. Existence, heavy breathing, limbs too fragile to support your adult body….you were naked and afraid from the sea of nothingness surrounding you. You had no choice but to crawl towards the unknown away from the artificial womb that had given you a second chance in life, if you could call your pitiful existence a life worth living. You should have died long time ago with the rest of your timeline “That’s it my little Fluxxer or should I call you my little Exile? , come a little closer to Uncle Thaleon . Don’t be afraid, I am perfectly sane now for the sake of our next little game.” A disembodied hand beckoning you. A beacon of dread in the vast emptiness of this purgatory…you were drawn to such vileness whether you liked it or not. You… who were you? >Aoi Takahashi [Thaleon Counter: High, Fluxxing Distance: Short, Q-Clot gain: Medium]Exile background: Overwhelmed by her duties as a Fluxxer , Aoi was unable to even reach the first of four waves to oblivion dooming many timelines due to her sheer incompetence. Truth was, it was hardly her fault… her sole enemy was time and time only. Thaleon had taken interest in her forcing him to save her from such fate.Alpha Skill: Every combat encounter increase overall ATK by 10%, Every non-combat encounter increase overall Q-Clot by 10%>Kumi Kurasugi [Thaleon Counter: Low, Fluxxing Distance: Long, Q-Clot gain: Very Low]Exile background: Perhaps one of the few Fluxxers who pondered about whether Erebium was edible or not. It started with a few strips of immaterial flesh before the self-proclaimed Unborn gourmet would lose herself entirely. Amazed by her depraved gluttony, Thaleon would keep her one for something far more entertaining.Alpha skill: Special action in RESPITE encounter (Cook Unborn parts), Bosses take extra damage depending on the number of cooked Unborn.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6423835>>6423848two more rolls, Exiles!
Rolled 15 (1d20)>>6423816
>>6424176one more!
Rolled 10 (1d20)>>6423816Go go go.
>>6424176>>6424234>>6423835 Success “Yes, YES! Violence is a beautiful thing, Isn’t it? End more lives, my dear Exile. Satisfy my bloodlust to the fullest, oh yess~” Thaleon was nearly moaning from stomping on the Unborn fetus. Just like that, all of the butterflies had dropped dead leaving you with vague sense of regret mixed with dread. The Q-clots were nice and all but…did you do the right thing? If Kumi-chan was here, she wouldn’t have approved of what you had done for some momentary gains.“Why are you doing this? If you are all too powerful, why can’t you just make everyone happy?” The amalgamation of a single timeline would rearrange the splattered corpse of the woman you had just stomped on, his evil grin arching from ear to ear while ‘he’ was breastfeeding an unborn child deprived of any future. “Because…I wish for others to suffer along with me in this eternal ride to damnation..” Both mother and child would melt together in this primordial soup of nothingness soon afterwards “By the by, expect Banes from the other side, these nasty Omegas are out for blood. Your blood ma Cherie~”>>6423813Waiting for Omega Exiles to choose their path
The royal palace proclaimed that the value of a knight is by their strength and valor.The stronger becomes the victor and the weaker is the loser. Fame and wealth, land and love, naturally they are rewarded to the winner who has the better guts and muscle! Who has an excuse when God decides that they fall over their horse's crupper?That is the rule of the world. And it goes the same for one of the weakest of knights, Hystult.* * *Hystult, young and green, and championing an impressive 0-99 lose-streak throughout his knighting career so far. Ouch!Those with franchise grimace at the record. Serfs and freemen can understand that that isn't something to be proud of either.But look on the bright side. Bigger and bigger losses only means a huge break soon, right?!Spring has come. The royal palace has proclaimed a tourney in celebration of Pentecost. Saved or Saracen, anyone can attend if they're no brigand! Visitors are to convene at Paris for the great festivities.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6423359King of Kings, Lord of Lords, King of the Jews, Cleanser of the Temple. Accept Him to begin the first step on the road to the Kingdom of Heaven.
The work of spirits? Or the work of the mind broken by an abysmal knighting record?His head spins. Partially from the trauma of a crystal ball putting a dent into his head, partially from the strangeness of the phantasmic box filling up with replies.He didn't take himself for someone vulnerable to delusions, if we don't count his dreams for renown.Hystult : The good Iesu who died for us on Friday? I am baptized! As any man belonging to good Christian parents are! First I got hit by a witchful slag, now I'm being evangelized by a vision! I swear my honor on the Lord every fight. << cough >> although I haven't gone to mass in a while... << cough >>But remembering the unconscientious sorceress sours Hystult's mood.Hystult : So dastardly. She asks for a penny that I barely have for myself, and when that didn't work she makes off like a thug.He couldn't believe it. Even as he's left to himself, his casque, and his sword. She's a madwoman to assail a warrior in broad daylight....Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6423423Pray to the Lord in Heaven above for guidance, grace, and a blessing."In much work there shall be abundance: but where there are many words, there is oftentimes want"
>>6423423Find the dastardly witch
>>6423423>Find the dastardly witch
“My lord, we have nearly arrived.”Your navigator said as he pushed away a holomap. You looked through the viewport as the warship traveled at warp speed through the empty void of space. It had taken months to traverse the void between Andromeda and the old forgotten Milky Way, but it would be worth your while. A long time ago humans occupied all habitable planets in the galaxy, before a galactic war nearly wiped out the human race. The survivors built up new civilizations from the ashes, some barbaric, barely scraping sticks together to make fire. Others had recovered and built civilizations of their own, but far from the ability to travel between stars faster than the speed of light. Ever since the first discovery of another distant human civilization, a lucrative business has sprung up, the Viking Raiders. We took the name from an old civilization on ancient terra and made it our own. The Space Vikings visit planets for one reason, profit above all. Precious metals, water, oil, slaves, all were free for those with the strength to take it. “My lord, we’ve arrived at the Milky Way. We have multiple targetable planets that might be of interest. We can detect their radio signals ”>Shamash: Strong radio signals detected, indicating a high level of tech. Old references indicate there were military bases and fortresses here back when they were in the galactic federation >Parvati: Weak strength of radio signals detected. Whatever signals they did send must be local in nature. Old references indicate it was an ice world rich in resources under the ice.>Adad: No radio signals whatsoever. Old records describe it as a world where farming and lumber were the main industries, but there’s no telling what could have happened here the ecology could have been destroyed in the war.
In the aircraft hangar Antoni Cesar bragged to his fellow pilot about their personal haul from Shamash. “Lookee here, I got myself a slave.”Ravi looked down at the floor.“I have big plans for him.”The other pilot shook his head,“Whatever chores you’ll make him do won’t be worth much.”He gestured to his own slave, a young woman, and picked her up by her hair“She doesn’t know it, but I’m going to sell all her organs. She’s only keeping them warm for me.”Antoni laughed,“A little cruel isn’t it? You could at least sell her to a whore house.”“No, there’s more money to be made this way. What about the kid? What will you do with him.”“I will make him valuable to me. I’ll teach him how to maintain my machine, to do my laundry, and fetch me food.”He picked up Ravi’s head,“Won’t you boy?”His friend pointed at Ravi’s milky white eyes,Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6425304Poor Ravi, poor girl. 'tis a cruel galaxy.>Attempt to sell your loot at a colonial port for below market priceEnough to keep us afloat for now. After this, we could then launch a raid on a less defend planet, and rebound back to pick up on goods to trade for the cartel empire's diamonds. That should get us a tidy profit back home. Not too bad for a first raid. Sure, we've got losses, but we've also got connections.
>>6425304>Attempt to sell your loot at a colonial port for below market priceWe're not yet equipped to venture too far without returning to port.
>>6425304>Attempt to sell your loot at a colonial port for below market priceNext planet will be better, I'm sure.
>>6425304>>Attempt to sell your loot at a colonial port for below market price
Disemboweled, ripped, flayed and scorched…your torment was eternal. Was it divine punishment? Was it the Unborn? It mattered little for you were forever stuck in this samsara of suffering. Above your head was a bubbling pot of molten nightmares which were moments away from obliterating you for the umpteenth time. For one reason or another, the nightmares above would freeze in time. After literal eons, your torment had come to an end…why?Before you knew it, the hellish scenery of fire and brimstone around would shift to a bed draped in unseen opulence and lavish interior. The blisters and scars on your face were no more while your body was provided with all colours of comfort you could think of…even a partner who was tailored to your deepest desires. All of this was of course a façade meant to lull you into a sense of security. “Such a buzzkill! And here I was trying to make amends for tormenting for my own amusement, little Fluxxer or should I call you my little Exile ?” A giant eye would scorch all of this illusion with a single gaze leaving you suspended in the void, your naked body would regrow countless suits of skin throughout this one sided conversation “Can’t remember me? I am Thaleon, a personified timeline… kind of, long story really. I plucked you out of your eternal damnation to play a little game of conflict, love and betrayal…Let’s hear your name, Exile? can you still remember it? fufufufu~” >Summer Kissu [Thaleon Counter: None, Fluxxing Distance: Very short, Q-Clot gain: Low]Exile background: An idol who thought humankind and Unborn could live in harmony together. Her naïve idealism would eventually cause the downfall of her timeline. Before death would claim her, Thaleon would add her to the collection of peculiar Fluxxers.Omega Skill: Cosmic Fame replaces Thaleon Counter, all actions will either increase the number of Kissu Missu fans. Tiered bonuses, if Cosmic Fame count reaches zero, it will be game over.>Sato Kenichi: [Thaleon Counter: High, Fluxxing Distance: Medium, Q-Clot gain: Medium] Exile background: Unable of breaking free of the Mimicker possessing his soul, Sato would commit heinous acts Hiyori Matsui, another Fluxxer, dooming his timeline with her eventual death. Suicide was not an option for Sato for he was quite the peculiarity for Thaleon.Omega Skill: Can optimize certain encounters for better rewards, fewer enemies..etc. If Hiyori Matsui is present in party, her Mecha will be immune all damage until Sato’s Mecha will be in CRITICAL health threshold.
>>6422153>A less tilted exchangeRather than screw us both over, why not make life easier instead? Although, a bit hard to choose without knowing what the deals are like.
>>6422659>>6422720>>6423791 “Oh hoo! I like the way you think! The Suzuki in me was somewhat of a failure. He died on the second wave to Oblivion, can you believe that?” A footage of an alternative version of yourself getting impaled inside of a Mecha had bombarded your mind. You didn’t care whether this was true or not. You WERE going to live in that promised timeline with her once more…“He was weak. I am not.” You gritted your teeth in frustration for waiting too long, time was a precious commodity when the enemy was already making some progress. “Baldy Bolds, my Exile. Shall we proceed or shall we reminisce the good old days when the source was still a bunch of ones and zeros , hmmm? TURN 1 OMEGA EXILES Yuuma Suzuki ATK : 15 HP : 15/15 (OPTIMAL)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6423813>UNBORN [-7% Thaleon Counter, +8 Q-Clot, An annoying encounter]
>>6423849two more votes, exiles!
“The Krieger Corp is the life for me,A gun, bed and funeral for free.That’s my lot in the Black Company.”It took the Earth 10 long years to die. Like every planet afflicted by the pervasive sentient plague that swept the galaxy at the turn of the 23rd century, aptly named The Rot, Earth’s demise was slow and agonising at first then violent and sudden by the end. The seas boiled and the air turned to ash in the wake of the continent-shattering orbital bombardments that cleansed her and a hundred other worlds.20 years later, the dust of the Purification Wars has settled and the surviving xenos empires have finished carving up the remaining colonies of those less fortunate races between them, including those few left from Earth’s initial phase of expansion. Just rewards for the victorious alien’s part in saving the galaxy. The surviving human population, once many billions, now numbers in the mere millions. An entire race of refugees, vagrants and backwater outcasts begging, stealing and labouring as second-class citizens, servants or slaves under uncaring alien masters.A lifetime of backbreaking work for stale recycled oxygen units and a handful of credits is the best fate most humans can hope for. Little wonder then that the violent but lucrative life of a mercenary holds such appeal. As the novelty of peace wears off and the rival alien nations rattle their sabres once more, human mercenaries are in high demand for their crude effectiveness and affordable prices.And of all the human mercenary firms, there are none so infamous and so highly sought after as the services of the Black Company…=============================================Twitter: https://twitter.com/BlackCompany666Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6424540>>6421486>>6424565I'll also support this. Nines won't make it to the finish line if he stands back and lets us all die. We need covering fire immediately.
>>6424565+1>>6421031me
>>6424565>nearly every vote is the same since Verificationwhat is even the point of voting lmao? +1.>>6420891
>>6425420Feel free to abstain...
>>6425521nah.
Your orders from the local lord are simple:Reclaim the wasteland and turn it into a productive farm.
"Gotta get these to market before anyone else brings in some crops!"York cracks the reins and the cart begins to roll away before you can ask for a ride. As it speeds away you can barely hear York shout "See you tomorrow!"You suppose it won't hurt to let your field lie fallow for one more day.Thud looks out at the empty field but then you notice him looking at you out of the corner of his eye. "Will you go into the dungeon again?" Thud scratches his beard and looks back at the field. "Thud has an idea for improving the distillery."The thought of filling your belt with Rotten Fruits becomes less repulsive with Thud's hopeful expression looming over you.You briefly consider using one of the canvas sacks Lily gave you, but it seems unwieldy to carry and would likely be ripped to shreds in a fight.After breakfast, you pull back your bed and lift the trapdoor into the dungeon and then you climb the old wooden ladder down into the pitch black stone, a pair of Hungry Onions for Byep tied to your belt.You've been down these corridors enough times that you no longer need consult the map. The route to Byep's shop is simple, if winding.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Thud looks over your shoulder as you open the door and step outside. The Smart Crow directly in front of the door moves aside and the flock stares silently up at you, ignoring the placid Hungry Onions among them.At the corner of your field, the plot of Mystery crop remains uneaten. The Hungry Onions and Smart Crows seem content to stand in place, on the ground and along the fence, atop your shack and the storehouse, everywhere except your field which they seem to understand is forbidden ground. You and Thud look at each other and then you both slowly back up into your shack and close the door.As soon as you take off the Dark Lord's ring, the Smart Crows flap their wings and fly up into the evening sky.The Hungry Onions begin to sway and wobble and then one begins to hop away and the rest all follow in a spontaneous migration.Thud's attention turns to the slew of Rotten Fruits tied to your belt. "We have plenty of pots and lids now."The next morning you wake to the sound of York's cart approaching, armor mended and wounds healed.You climb onto York's cart and the two of you ride into Glynton. "That harvest of Cowberries really helped everyone out! I made sure to let them know it came from your farm."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6425349>Maybe laterI don't want to go to the Inn with our Thorn Coat on, it's a bit too badass for a farmer, after all.
>>6425349>Maybe laterNah...we're good.
>>6425349>Stay at the inn (5g)There might be a priest amongst the adventures
