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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
>>6442317Well, rights now, we the only “everyboty” in this here Walmart and let me tells you, Frankie don’t commit no “suicide”. And ya want to know why, because saw a movie once, an ACTION movie, where they say “Pimp don’t kill themselves” and Frankie is, after all, for all intensive purposes, a pimp. You know, in essence, basically>>6442288>>6442415Wow, that’s a lot of delciisous and nutriousious canned and non-perishable goods! It really is just like they say in the commericals. Frankie tries to carry all them cans of beans (not that Bush brand, them beans is for the dogs) but its too many cans! You spill the cans! God, ahhhhh! AAHHHHHH!You gots to, just gots to, find a way to carry all these cans of delicious non-perishable goods and sundries. The homeless cartel had a pretty good lock on this Walmart before the collapse, so all the good carts got snatched up and taken to the woods or the underneath of the nice overpasses. All that’s left is one cart with both of the anti-thieft locks activated. Frankie grabs it from its cosy home by the smashed-in sliding doors and drags it back over to the non-perishable goods section. It squeeks like crazy, like rubbing balloons against other squeekier ballons. This just ain’t gonna work. You gots to find something else what with to carry your valuable survival goods inside of. Fortunately, Walmart has many many carrying objects that are still probably here: there’s backpacks! There’s sacks! There’s… backspacks! Yeah, lets haves a lookWalmart’s backpack and sack supply is little lacking this time of year, but Frankie does manage to find some spare ones that were not purchased during back-to-school season in the discount bin. He has the choice between three backpacks:>TMNT backpack with a torn left strap, it can only be worn over one shoulder. Carrying capacity: less than 30 lbs>Strawberry Shortcake backpack, the largest of the backpacks available and with four separate compartments. Unfortunately, carrying this, people might compare you to a little girl, so be careful of your feelings. Carrying capacity: less than 50 lbsComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6442513>TMNT backpack with a torn left strap, it can only be worn over one shoulder. Carrying capacity: less than 30 lbsYou laugh until it imbues us with turtle power
>>6442513>>Strawberry Shortcake backpack, the largest of the backpacks available and with four separate compartments. Unfortunately, carrying this, people might compare you to a little girl, so be careful of your feelings. Carrying capacity: less than 50 lbs
Ya know, come to thinks of it, you gots two backs what you can wears backpacks on kinda. You got your back back ( the OG) and you got your front back. So, theoretically, you could wear two backpacks. And more backpacks means more cans of whatever stored for whenever. However, doing so, wearing both, feels ever so slightly gay. >Push through the gayness and emerge out of the otherside: wear both backpacks>Nah, I’m a one-backpack kinda of guy. Real homeloving family man type of guy
>>6442693>Push through the gayness and emerge out of the otherside: wear both backpacks
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.
>>6442487That does not help me I still wanna reach out to Caesar personally
>>6442498C'mon anon, if Courier goes for Black Mountain we'll almost surely capture it, maybe even minimize losses in the process. Without, it feels like a slaughterhouse based on what Kreger said, and even if we beat the odds and take it, losses will surely be severe. Surely you must agree that regaining our full comms and guillotining theirs in one move has more utility than a phone call with Caesar, especially when we aren't even asking for actual reinforcements. We don't even have an indication that there are BoS in the East to any significant degree, and even if they are, Legion can't intercept their vertibirds or airships by chucking spears at the sky. They'd only be able to thwart ground based transports which they don't seem to rely on very much. I was willing to compromise with a bunch of your plans, but I think you should fold on this so we can get a quick dunk. Could shorten the war by weeks or months - the longer they hold Black Mountain, the tougher it'll be to climb later. More mines. More snipers. More traps. More troops...
>>6442487I'm happy switching to that. The Caesar thing is important, but not essential.
>>6442502Fair enough you've sold me +1 to >Courier fucks up black mountain >Courier declares war and mobilizes the nation >>6442110
>>6442043I'll back this guy >>6442222and this >>6442444>>6442487
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
>>6442318>>Noanon makes a good point, he would probably be better used helping the overworked sailors. what did he do in the navy?
>>6442585>>6442618He was a Radar operator onboard a frigate though he only served for a basic 5 year contract before moving over to the private sector and moving quickly up the ladder at Costa
>>6442318>NoHe'd be better here as a supporting leader considering we've got a lot of people and the crew (and officers) is spread thin over two ships. Though he can help out in a pinch if we need an extra person.Idle thought, we could really do with a name for the tanker. It's rather impersonal right now.
>>6442627Shoot throw out some ideas for the tankers name if you want anons I never really assigned a name to it in my note
>>6442628I can't resist calling it the Cadal Cormorant or something
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.
>>6442531Can't believe vincy finally had his postal moment>>6442536>Enter STATIC ANGLERFISH' cell. The last thing you want to be with this thing around is complacent. ...? (-1 TIME TOKEN)>Use your lab's twisted time to your advantage. Try to reverse engineer your most powerful item, ACCUMULATED PAST. (-1 TIME TOKENS. DC 90, +24 to roll. May grant you a very powerful item if you succeed.)>Work on creating as many color variants of STARBOUND PAINT as possible. The more, the better. (-1 TIME TOKEN, improves the sell value of STARBOUND PAINT by a **LOT.**)
>>6442536>Research Little Miss Sunshine's blood. C'mon. You got this for a reason. (-0 TIME TOKEN, DC 67, +18 to roll.)>Make physical prototypes for more sophisticated CIGARETTE MOLD products. You are going to pitch your mold to ARC later, after all. (-0 TIME TOKEN, DC 55, +15 to roll)>Enter LOST SINCE 199X's cell. You rather not leave it alone for too long, especially with the DEERFOX SHADE roaming around. (-1d2-1 TIME TOKENS)
>>6442536>Research Little Miss Sunshine's blood. C'mon. You got this for a reason. (-0 TIME TOKEN, DC 67, +18 to roll.)>Make physical prototypes for more sophisticated CIGARETTE MOLD products. You are going to pitch your mold to ARC later, after all. (-0 TIME TOKEN, DC 55, +15 to roll)>Boot up CPPQUEST. You wanna check up on your HUMAN FRIEND, FET! How did he break his gun, even? (-1 TIME TOKEN, ++FET RAPPORT!)
>>6442536>>Use your lab's twisted time to your advantage. Try to reverse engineer your most powerful item, ACCUMULATED PAST. (-1 TIME TOKENS. DC 90, +24 to roll. May grant you a very powerful item if you succeed.)>>Research Little Miss Sunshine's blood. C'mon. You got this for a reason. (-0 TIME TOKEN, DC 67, +18 to roll.)>>Make physical prototypes for more sophisticated CIGARETTE MOLD products. You are going to pitch your mold to ARC later, after all. (-0 TIME TOKEN, DC 55, +15 to roll)
>>6442536>Research Little Miss Sunshine's blood. C'mon. You got this for a reason. (-0 TIME TOKEN, DC 67, +18 to roll.)>Make physical prototypes for more sophisticated CIGARETTE MOLD products. You are going to pitch your mold to ARC later, after all. (-0 TIME TOKEN, DC 55, +15 to roll)>Grow something that ISN'T MOLD for once. More specifically, some WIRE FLOWERS. (-1 TIME TOKEN, unlocks a RESEARCH action.)>>6442554>She's way more fuckable nowI believe she was plenty fuckable before hand.
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.
>>6442324"Yae'd best look elsewhere, grayback. Not happening, not now, not e'er. Get ye gone, drow. 'Tis bad enough that that yaer little murkers are in the streets now, living off the earnings of right-living folk. Yae've got the stones ta come here and ask fer more, er maybe yae're just barmy." The atmosphere of the Stag at Bay is hostile, to say the least. Even at this hour during the late noon, when it is just the two of you, it is apparent that you are not welcome in this establishment.The dwarf who once occupied your current office sits in a booth, pipe in hand and features as craggy as when you first met. Blowing a ring of smoke in your direction, the two of you glare at one another with mutual disdain. "I ask for this city and its people," you say. This statement is more truth than untruth. "I can offer-""Bah. Got nothing left ta give the city. And yae've got nothing ta offer besides. My time's at its end. Can hear Valkauna's steps louder ever day. Now leave me be!" Throwing your arms up in resignation, you are more than happy to oblige, storming out into the winter cold. It was worth a try.
>>6442325You trudge through the layers of snow accumulated throughout the day, asking after 'a half-man thief' and 'a halfling burglar,' with no success, accosting every pedestrian you encounter for hours. Though you know next to nothing about him, he has come to your aid twice now, and his skill as a larcenist is indisputable. He even managed to pilfer from the Tenpenny Estate when the previous Master of Guilds still inhabited it, as you understand.Just as you prepare to abandon the search, you feel the light sting of a pebble knocking against the back of your temple. Surveying your surroundings for the origin of the projectile, you find yourself looking down at the cloaked profile of the burglar, familiar although obscured behind his hood. Succinctly, you explain your circumstances, and what you need of him, prepared to offer monetary reward in exchange for his talents."You be askin' quite a lot, luv. Twice as much considerin' that you're all pig-like these days," he says. Does he mean to imply that you have gained weight? "And it's gallows for me if I'm caught besides. I'm gonna need the whole caravan if I'm to be riskin' my neck for you. How's it gonna be?""Caravan?" You ask, unfamiliar with his vernacular."Blunt. Darby. Money, lots of it. This be a transaction, and you be askin' me to steal from an army. I'm gonna need the payment up-front, no fun, no amusement. Won't accept earnest neither. You'll get your money's worth. Deal?""Fine. How much did you want?"
>>6442326You dress down, donning your robe and retiring to your room for the evening. Amaranth has busied himself with memorizing his spells and assembling his arsenal of magical devices, meaning that you will be by your lonesome tonight. Seating yourself in front of the imported vanity gifted to you by your favorite magician, you stare idly at the silver mirror before you.Yet it is not your image reflected back at you. Sitting opposite to you on the other side of the argent surface is a statuesque woman with elegant features. Possessing impossibly long lustrous hair with a sheen that gives the impression of fire flowing down from her form and ruby-red lips to match, she is clad only in a white silk gown of daring transparency that shows enough to display yet conceals enough to invite speculation.She looks over you, her irises like two immaculately cut garnets raking over your form, before smiling coyly. You blink, reaching your hand out to place a finger on the mirror's cool surface, a gesture that she mimics. Wringing your hands anxiously, she leans forward, placing her hands on the mirrored image of the vanity on the other side.
>>6442327"There is no need to be afraid, dear. You are perfect exactly as you are," she says, her voice husky and low, with a delightful inflection that reminds of sweetened wine. "I merely wished to meet the first dark elf to appreciate the ideals of love and beauty. Many have loved, and even more still have been beautiful. Yet you are the first to appreciate the wonders of the heart and senses in their full splendor," she clarifies."Sune?" You ask clumsily, breaking out into a sweat as you find yourself unable to tear your vision away from her bewitching gaze. You had met Malar previously, and his presence was overwhelming. The figure before you likewise exerts a similar power, although she inspires a different feeling entirely. Your heart pounds against your chest, leaving you feeling both excited and inadequate."Hmm hmm. Sune. It is a pleasure to meet you face-to-face, Jezyrene. It will not be long before you set out to face one of the most defining challenges of your life. I want you assured that I love you dearly, and will watch over you every step of the way."You nod, "Oh, don't be so unfamiliar, darling. Your wear the mark of my favor well," she says. Instinctively, you intuit that she is referring to your hair, the definitive sign of your affiliation with the goddess. "Seldom do I intervene in the realm of mortals, but I promise that I am your greatest advocate. Surely there is something you would like to say? Or ask?">[Write-in.]We haven't forgotten Alantha, though it is not her time yet.
>>6442328>"You are love in all it's forms, obviously... are the feelings and the worry I have for the well being of Ilanis and Luaue one of their forms? Am I doing right by them in this way?">"And of Emitia? I know of her story, but has she ever felt familial love? Would she even accept it from me after what she's been through?">"...Do you think Lolth ever had that love? Once, before I knew her?">"Thank you. For so, so much."Basically I'm asking:Are we doing parenting right by our adopted daughters, despite us never really feeling familial love?Would Sune and Emitia be okay if we offered to be the parent she never had?And the last one is going to be specific... I'm imagining it's like said in the way of a little kid asking a relative what their parent or older sibling was like before they had the stroke, or another traumatic brain injury that altered their personality. A person they've never met, one that used to be in the body of the family member they now know.
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 ?
>>6440347I'll be back. Go to the well.
>>6441534 So you decide to leave the tower for now deciding to check out the well.Now looking around you find 2 coins and a sign that has something scratched out at the top that says "b*ue me*****" it's the most you can get out of the messed up top text the rest reads as "abandoned town's water/wishing well".
>>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.
The First of Her curses was a variant of toxoplasma, which turned people into mindless zombies. The Second of Her curses was that 80% of humanity turned into trees. The Third of Her curses was the resurrection of the Fey.
>>6438816Not a runner just giving advice. Do your own thing or with OP
>>6438791Come draw in my quest >>6437631
>>6438837Nice, I'm coming to draw too.
>>6437917THAT'S the damn quest name! I forgot that ho.
>>6437757Thanks for running.
A post-apocalyptic Earth has been swallowed by a supernatural forest known as the Whispering Weald. Can you survive the unnatural horrors lurking within the woods, and can you overcome the personal trauma that haunts you?
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Simon CoeHis father was a groundskeeper at the Biltmore Estate, and he was living there while enrolled in online classes for college to get an English degree. His traumatic event was when an AI datascaper copied the manuscript of what would have been his first novel (working title: Gaia's Apocalypse) and made it publicly available.
Rolled 1, 1, 9 = 11 (3d10)>>6438367
>>6438922Burning HandsComprehend LanguageSleep
>This is a quest taking place in an alternate version of the Naruto world several years after the conclusion of the main story. It is a sequel to Leaf Ninja Quest, and you will be playing as the son of the main character of that quest. Your character is defined by your choices, so write-ins are always encouraged. And remember to have fun!>You do not have to read the previous quest in order to participate in this one, but if you wish to do so, it can be found here: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Leaf%20Ninja%20Quest
>>6442142There's been plenty of talk about your recent escapades, but you haven't your sister be the topic of conversation recently. As far as you know, she just hangs out with her friends after school, but maybe she has more to tell."Enough about me for now." You start up the conversation along with your meal. "What about you, Sae? We've only been talking about me so far with the tests and everything. Shouldn't Mom, Uncle Keiji, and Aunty Tsume know what you've been up to, too?"The rest of the table nods and takes interest in the topic, getting them out of your hair for the time being. And Sae is more than happy to oblige."I've been training with Hajime after school everyday!" She explains, smile beaming. "His dad is teaching him the Gentle Fist style, and they're showing me how to do it, too! They think I might be able to do something like it with Dad's Release. That'd be really cool!"You thought as much. Hajime is Sae's best friend, and heir to the Hyuuga Clan. His dad is another one of your father's friends, though you don't know him as well as Sasuke and Kiba. If Sae's getting that kind of training this early on, she may very well become a force to be reckoned with."Ooh, that sounds like fun." Tenten encourages her daughter. "Just make sure you're behaving yourselves when you're at the Hyuuga compound, alright?""That's for sure. You definitely don't want any Hyuuga getting touchy!" Tsume lets out a boisterous laugh at her own joke.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 16, 69 = 85 (2d100)>>6442639>higher Ninjutsu since Taijutsu gets a bonus>B. Get some friends together and hang out
Rolled 94, 70 = 164 (2d100)>>6442639Higher roll for Taijutsu>B. Get some friends together and hang out
Rolled 80, 2 = 82 (2d100)>>6442639Taijutsu high
Rolled 78, 55 = 133 (2d100)>DTaijutsu
