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It's as if you've suddenly walked into a luxury hotel. Gold leaf adorns the carvings on the mahogany paneling, reflecting flickering gaslight. The chairs and divans are all velvet upholstery. Oil paintings hang on the wall (aggressively secured by screws): landscapes of dramatic canyons and grazing buffalo herds. The only indication that you're in a train car is the muted sound of the station whistle coming through the heavy damask curtains.

It's the sort of gaudy display one might expect from a man like Rupert Redwater, but it takes your breath away all the same. You walk briskly toward a crystal decanter of amber spirits, but decide you aren't bold enough to help yourself to the tycoon's bourbon, and take a seat by the curtained windows instead. The patter of rain and the warm glow of the gaslights sets you to musing again as you wait.

This meeting has to go well because...

>You're in serious debt to some serious people, and Mr. Redwater is one of the few that can make such problems go away.
>Your wife's illness has taken a turn for the worse, and Mr. Redwater employs some of the best doctors in the country
>This is the opportunity of a lifetime, a chance to finally restore your family fortune
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>Agree to the terms. It's not what you expected but chance to work for Mr. Redwater is too good to pass up.
>>Agree to the terms. It's not what you expected but chance to work for Mr. Redwater is too good to pass up.
.... and dead
Sad. It was off to a very promising start.
>Counter-offer. You'll buy the town outright with a loan from Mr. Redwater, with your life savings as down payment.

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Today was your first day in high school. It has been a week since you moved out of your old home, your new employer was… understanding enough to allow it. Laying on your bed, you turn to the nightstand to see a small picture frame of your family. There was your mother and father, Nicholas Aligheri and Emily Alighieri. You were in your father’s arm while your siblings was in your mother’s.

You are

>Maxmillian Kolbe Alighieri
>Florence Nightingale Alighieri

A freshman in

>East Gotham High School
>Happy Harbor High School
>Star City High School

You take out a bowl of cereal then pour some milk over it. You reminded yourself to buy some groceries later, you got plenty of money in your bank account. However, running on five hours of sleep required caffeine and sugar, if you wanted food a take-out seemed more viable. After a quick shower, brushing your teeth, and dressing up, the clock read 7AM, and you had to be at 8:30AM. Walking to school took about twenty minutes. With some time to kill, you wondered what to do.

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Since it was the first day of school, there wasn't much to do homework on. Other than forging parents' signatures, filling out emergency cards, and the usual reading of the syllabus. Then there were history homework, reading the first chapter and writing notes for the discussion. Fuck Mr.Henderson. You crack open your textbook.

Half an hour later, you finish the last page. You were left with plenty of time to spare after that. You crash on to the couch and turn on the television. Flicking through the channels, you saw that the evening news was just ending. News tend to have some leads of stray demons, especially when there are unexplained phenomena. Maybe next time you should watch the news first.When the clock struck twelve, it was time for patrolling again.

The cool salty wind swept through your hair. Florence freely moved to wherever she wanted, while you leaned on her neck as you rode her lazily. The senses pinged, located in Salem. Well, at least you know that area.

“Let’s go!”

You look over the city, the alarms specifically tripped at St Marys Cemetery. Wonderful.

>Go high in the sky and look for the demon
>Take off your armor and sneak around the cemetery
>Take off your armor and act as bait
>Take off your armor and act as bait
>Go high in the sky and look for the demon
By the books, people
>Go high in the sky and look for the demon
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>What is this?
"The Mystery Dungeons 2e" is a text-based role-playing game created to expand on the setting created by the spinoff series, Pokémon Mystery Dungeon. This has no story relation to the first quest, and is its own new story. Players still isekai themselves into the world and become Pokémon, going on adventures with their newfound guild mates! SFW ONLY

A deeper explanation of rules, related pages, and whatnot can be found here:

>I'd like to participate!
Currently, we're at full capacity as far as threads on /qst/ are concerned. However, there's always the chance that space for another player may grow in the future, or that you simply wish to play outside of /qst/ and the quests hosted here. There are other ways to participate, about which you can learn and do here: https://matrix.to/#/#the-mystery-dungeons-2nd-edition:matrix.org

>Okay, now what?
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"Heeelp! HEEEEEELP!"
>Rere cries from inside
>Sable gives Charles a thumbs up and a smile, panicking internally
>Charles looks back once more to see if assistance is need
>A spot of Life Dew, perhaps?
>Sable wiggles his thumbs up
>CLEARLY nothing is wrong!
>Charles shrugs and goes on his merry way to the garden!
>Sable runs back inside to save ReRe from the 'northern lights' as the fire brigade approaches from Treasure Town

>Happy April 1st, everyone

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Proposing Yak Wrestling and Walrus Jousting as possible sports
Rolled 2 (1d2)


apologies for the delay, I've been more busy than expected, I might update in more random times for awhile

seems we have a tie

1 - reject navy, send walruses to turak tribe
2- build navy, dig giant pit

You dig a giant pit to keep the walruses!
You tell Dorn he has your blessings to build the triremes. He orders his people to start constructing them at once!

Ten Grunts from Pyrak Tribe are sent to establish a camp by the caves to identify the creatures within, together with a shaman from the Gruk Trube to research the strange fungus!

They discover that the some varieties of the fungus are edible while others are poisonous. It is not too difficult to differentiate one from the other once you know which is which, but they grow side by side all over the place. Inside the caves you find some kind of blind "cave cow" that grazes indiscrimately upon edible and poisonous fungus and gives out blue milk. A bunch of weird pale humanoids also exist within the caves, you decide to call them "troglodytes". You do find some signs that the caves have been mined but you aren't sure if the troglodytes would be able to perform such a feat, considering they live half naked and wield flint. Perhaps there is a more advanced creature that lives within the caves which you still haven't seen.

Five Grunts and five Shaman from the Gruk Tribe are sent to establish a camp by the tower so the shaman may attempt to learn the language of the robed occupants. The people there welcome your initiative and spend a few hours a day teaching your shaman their language.

Two Pyrak Tribe Grunts are sent to the hot springs to collect Red, White and Blue berries for the Gruk tribe to research!

The Gruk shamans quickly determine the Red Berries are poisonous. The other berries are edible but might have further unknown properties which they are still studying.

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I forgot about the sport, I'll add it next update.
>Continue researching the local environment
>Capture some cave cows, bring them in addition to various fungi to the Gruk tribe for cultivation and further research
>Exchange some food from the Gruk Tribe with Yaks from the Pyrak Tribe; attempt to domesticate the cave cows and breed them with Yak if possible.
>Send 5 grunts with food from the Pyrak Tribe to offer the dwarves as a gift in exchange for information on the human fishing settlement (Don't want to attack them if they're allied and get swarmed from multiple directions)

Therefore, it cannot be impressed enough upon the reader that given the width and breadth of the Imperial Whole, there is vanishingly little which may be considered 'typical' about Privileged Titles. Depending on where exactly in the Whole – and the authority bestowing it – the Title may be temporal, for life, or for line. Furthermore, the Title may Elevate an individual, or a family – and of course, who is considered family of the 'primary', and to what extent these 'secondaries' are Elevated is also variable. The final – and most important variability – is if the Title is Vested or Unvested. When an authority Elevates, any Privileges that are associated with the Elevation are limited to the extent of the Elevating authorities authority. To wit; a hypothetical Prince-Elector Elevates a Citizen, any and all Privileges that are afforded by this Elevation are in-force inside of the Demesne of this Prince-Elector and the Demesne or Holdings of any authorities that have been placed or kept underneath this Prince, expeditiously referred to from here on out as the lessers of an authority. If the Title is Unvested – or unrecognized by the Organs of State – then once the hypothetical Elevated Citizen is outside of the Demesne of the Elevating authority and his lessers , the Privileges of the Title cannot be considered in-force, and the Elevated Citizen is to be held as an equal to the basal Citizen in all matters and accounts of the Laws. Contrarily, if the Title is Vested – or recognized by the Organs of State – then Privileges are afforded to the Elevated Citizen throughout the Whole.

But attend well this distinction! The Privileges from a Vested Title that are in-force outside of the Demesne of the Elevating authority and his lessers may not be the self-same Privileges that are in-force inside. Quite commonly, the Privileges afforded by Vesting are fewer and meaner than those that were afforded by the Elevation. As a further font of confoundment, there are cases where the Privileges afforded by Vesting are greater than those that were afforded by the Elevation or of a different sort all-together, which raises into question which set of Privileges are in-force when the Elevated Citizen is in the Demesne of the Elevating authority and the authorities lessers. As of writing, jurisprudence and precedent hold that the Privileges afforded by Elevation are in-force, however, there have been a number of reversals and reverse-reversals on this point in living memory. For this, amongst other reasons, it behooves the newly Elevated to take a Solicitor on retainer, especially if the Elevated are desirous of affecting their Indemnity, the most fundamental of all Vested Privileges.

- A passage from Imperatives and Rights, a Treatise for the Named Subject on how Titles work. Note that there are few Titles that Subjects can hold, but it is not unheard of for a particularly worthy Subject to receive Citizenship and a Title simultaneously.
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If I am being honest, I am a little under the weather - I've been chipping away at the update, but it seems whenever I start to make progress something else comes up. I'd imagine that I would have the post up sometime tomorrow.

Sorry for the lapse and thanks for sticking around.

> Gained one very lucky tenth talent
At this rate we might Talent our way through everything
Well, if shit REALLY goes to hell in a hand basket, we do have a Harry Potter-esque luck potion we can break out.
It doesn't look like I am going to get the update out before I go to bed tonight either - I'm really sorry about that. I will get it up as soon as I can manage, I promise.
Sleep is good for you. No worries.

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In the halls of Adlershorst, legends told,
Their only son, a crusader in heart,
Yet to arrive, playing his part.
To be worthy of the dukes of Greifswald, brave and bold.

Through battles fought and victories won,
Awaiting the return of their noble heir,
To honor their name with courage rare.
The family's legacy shines like the sun.

To face the challenges with honour bright,
In foreign lands where dreams are manifest,
He'll conquer fears and bask in golden light.

For in his father’s glory he is blessed,

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>>You came a long way from Aurilie, yet you are now arrested, why?
''Politics'' The monk says this as he slowly stands up and turns to face you. ''I am not very popular within the church's upper echelons.'' He has a ruddy face that his beard fails to hide, and he retains a single pluck of hair on his forehead where once his tonsure was.

Until now, he speaks intelligible, if accented Tauten, but you can feel the mood sour when he sizes you up more closely.

''You are of noble blood, are you not ?'' When you nod, he makes a dismissive motion with his hand. ''I have spent enough time around your ilk to be sick of your kind; you are as bad as the merchants or the bishops, prowling about in your fine clothes and gilded carriages, while the rest of us toil in the fields and streets.

His eyes narrow as he continues, “You may have wealth and status, but you lack true understanding of the struggles of the common folk.” The resentment in his voice is palpable. ''From the day I joined the monks, I have had to content with the nobles; I have been passed over for promotions time and time again.''

''And I take it that you're in dispute with Cremolora?'' You ask of him.

''Cremolora taught me canon law, but he comes from a patrician family. After he was created a cardinal, he used his influence to raise his nephews into the proper nobility. Cremolora loves to play the caring grandfather or the loving uncle, but he is just as prone to committing power plays and schemes as the other high clergy.''

''I take it that you didn't come from a prominent family?'' A bit of an obvious question, of course: to come anywhere in the church, you would need connections—lots of them. Not too often does a lord make his brother or son the bishop, or his sister or daughter the abbess. Not directly, of course, but he instead cosigns a younger child to a monastery, makes sure he is well-educated, and then waits for the right moment to put his child in a position of power. The chapter usually does not dare to oppose him. Typically, the bishops and abbots of the world come from either the merchant class or the nobility. There are some exceptions, of course, but they come from a background like that of a free farmer or a craftsman. For a peasant to make it to such a high position is highly unlikely.
''My father was a cooper, but he could afford to raise me, so I went to the monastery, and there I learned proper literacy, not the limited garble of words that the common man often learns. I excelled at studying and was sent to a Castanan university to study Canon Law. There, I was introduced to the noble students and Cremolora. I dedicated myself to my studies, determined to become a respected scholar in my field; unfortunately for me, I was passed over for various positions again and again. So I withdrew back to Aurilie to live a quiet life away from the disappointments of the ecclesiastical world. I remained in seclusion for thirty years until I heard about the crusade, and then I saw my chance to build a new society.'' His eyes widen when he says the next sentence. ''away from the corruption and politics of the kings and the church.''

You can see him smile through his beard as he continues to speak. ''A society without kings, without corrupt bishops, without cities filled with moneygrubbers—as a matter of fact, we can do away with cities altogether and start fresh in the countryside. No more castles, manors, cities, or cathedrals. Only the monastery and the village—only through those can a virtuous society be built.''

Now, that is… what's the word, radical? Revolutionary? Unhinged? It is possible that ignoring the foundations upon which society is built will lead to chaos and destruction.

>:Laugh, ''And how are you going to convince the Mithradians and the infidel to let you alone?'' The idea alone is ridicoulus, but you are willing to see if he has put any thought into it.
>''You claim that the church is full of corrupt and powerhungry men, but now you are attempint to create you own nation? Is that not dishonest of you?'' Hopefully you can disuade him from this fools errand.
>>''You claim that the church is full of corrupt and powerhungry men, but now you are attempint to create you own nation? Is that not dishonest of you?'' Hopefully you can disuade him from this fools errand.
>''You claim that the church is full of corrupt and powerhungry men, but now you are attempint to create you own nation? Is that not dishonest of you?'' Hopefully you can disuade him from this fools errand
>"Wouldn't that just be a society that will be attacked and taken over by a more militant centralised state?"

It was a common dream by now, a better one than the ones that had once disturbed you relentlessly. If you had known before that going to Emre would change the setting the dead found themselves in, you would have gone immediately, but you knew it wasn’t the location, but the time that had passed. Ten years, ten long years since the end of the Auratus War, of the Emrean Liberation. Years away from Vitelia, years with new people, new family, away from much of what was before. The memories of war and blood had faded, the sting of loss had receded to numbness. Instead of the mud and ash, the snow and the flames, you found yourself back at the Angel’s Dawn Coffee House, in the twin capes of the north of Emre. It was always bustling in your dreams, not solemn like it had been in truth. All those you had lost were there and doing what had once been done back in Lapizlazulli, or Sella Castella. Everybody had survived the trials of the war in these dreams, mingling with those you would meet later, and the coffee was as bright and pungent as it had been in the good old days. Visions of better times that you woke from with a smile upon your face.

This time was subtly different in a way you didn’t notice, until the subtlety melted away.

As ever, you found yourself outside the place. The surroundings were a blur- they were insignificant. There was no temptation to go anywhere else. A different mix seemed to be in the coffee house each time, though they were ever all familiar faces. The first change. Figures that you didn’t recognize, not even as a facsimile made by your mind of people you didn’t know like the friends and comrades of Jean-Phillipe Debon, whom you had managed to keep in touch with through odd mails.

The first person you sat beside with a small cup of espresso was Chiara to your right, the noble daughter who had taken you with her to tankery. She always looked different each time you came here, since you couldn’t be sure how ten years might have changed her. This time, she was dressed as boyishly as she had been in life, her hair tied in a neat ponytail, though she didn’t bind her chest as she once did, so she was unmistakably a lady.

“Good morning, Colonello Bonaventura,” she said, “I can’t help but be envious from what I’ve heard of you. You have been up to what I’d have liked to do, had I been more fortunate.”

These specters were also discomfortingly aware of their own passing. “I’ve done plenty I regret. Wouldn’t you also have liked to take your place at Leo’s side?”
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It was the afternoon of the ninth of March when you saw the venerable hills of your homeland- just south of Lindiva, where the roads were still dirt and the people herded sheep near the roads, the car slowing every so often as flocks were guided about by riders and their long-limbed herding dogs, Lindivan Half-Lops, long of face and wolf-like were it not for the floppiness of their short square ears and the close cropping of their kinked fur.

You sighed nostalgically. All the dogs you knew in the past would be long dead now. At best you might meet the great-great-grandchildren of Old Macchio.

Somebody from your past was waiting at the road to the village that was your old home, seated at the signpost that carried its name, Stattio, the same name as some other villages were called, so your home was more often called Basso locally. The person waiting looked like he could have been local, if it weren’t for that you knew for sure he was not, as he got up and dragged a foot when he approached.

“Give us space, I’ll be fine by myself,” you told your escort of Future League toughs as you walked forth yourself. “Cesare,” you addressed the man as you opened your arms, “I didn’t expect you here…” He hadn’t been in any state to be alone in a foreign land, for certain, last you’d seen him, even if Leo said he’d gotten better, it wasn’t to this degree.

“Bonetto,” Cesare sighed. His beard was closer kept, but the weariness had not left his face. “I knew that you’d come here.”

Your hometown? “I hope you didn’t have to wait long for that. I haven’t come back in decades.”

“No,” Cesare shook his head, “I knew you would be here now. I haven’t even waited four hours yet. Not that I mind. The hills are a more peaceful place for thought than the city or sea.”

“…You’re much better than when I last talked to you,” though it sounded like he was still…out of it, with all the I knew you’d come here talk. “I don’t know why you’d want to meet here, though. Not much to do. I was only thinking of popping in for…not even the night.”

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Odd. Very odd. “The guard detail’s staying away,” you said, “They only feel needed in the cities, I think. Here they’re just bored. They need a break from the paranoia, I’m sure.”

You and Cesare went over a hill; like you were just going on a walk like old times, but there was no chatter of current events, of Azure Halls lectures and writings, of Futurism or the bright hopes of what was to come. He was silent, as were you, until you were on the other side of the grassy slope, and if you looked out the right way, there was no sign of anything made by man save for the crumbled stones of ancient, forgotten structures long ransacked for their bones.

Cesare started right off. “I can’t tell you what happened to me in Fealinn, Bonetto. I don’t remember most of it, and what I do, I don’t care to repeat. It was a long time, Bonetto. A very long time. At first, I contented myself in knowing, in some way, I’d chosen this fate. I preferred to languish having saved others. I was never a man of faith, Bonetto, but perhaps if I was wrong, I thought, I might be kindly considered.”

“I wish we could have found you sooner,” you said, “I wish I had more faith that you had lived.”

“I knew that you would come for me someday,” Cesare said distantly, “I was certain. Because whatever we were doing, it changed us. Changed me. In those mines, Bonetto, and in many days beyond, I didn’t live in the present. I was in the future. I dreamed constantly, while waking and working, that I was someplace and sometime else completely. I saw so much…” His face sank morosely, “And I have forgotten so, so much. I knew, though, that someday, I would be free, even if I was not sure how. I don’t remember how. It’s all patchwork. It was never a constant passage of time. Just…what would happen.”

You squinted at Cesare. He had no head wound like you did, but you hadn’t looked at him closely after rescuing him from the camp. “Are you sure you’re alright, Cesare?” You asked, “Leo said he had the best doctors he could get look at you, and said there wasn’t any sign of permanent damage, but…”

”Listen to him. He has seen what we can only wish to have laid eyes upon.” Oh, piss off.
Cesare’s expression was unchanged. “I’m fine, Bonetto. I’m completely lucid. So much so, that I’ve concealed it from everybody. If you asked anybody else, even dear Leo, I’d be in a state of progression. Still healing, still recovering. Not capable of independent decision, save for holidays, perhaps, like now. My escorts left me alone, but they’re ready to take me back when they feel they should, when they think my current whim has passed. For months now I’ve been in a perfect state of mental acuity, because I can recall just enough to know why I have to keep it hidden, and you need to, as well.”

You sat down heavily. “Cesare, I hope you know I haven’t lost regard for you when I say I’m doubting your claims. Of just about everything. We should get some coffee, perhaps.”

“There’s no good coffee here, Bonetto. You ought to know that.” Cesare sat next to you. “Trust me, Bonetto. I doubted it myself, but what I saw and remembered, I knew before I even could know. I knew what would happen in Vitelia while I was told nothing and kept in a prison. I knew what would happen beyond, and I’m cursing myself at this moment for not being able to reach back, to just dream the same that I did then, not for the blissful delusion and escape like then, but for the precious, incomplete knowledge. No matter what I’ve tried, nothing has worked like the depths of that hell hole. Please, Bonetto.” He looked at you seriously, “I know that you’re not unaware of forces that defy logic. Things that we would dismiss offhand were they not impossible to deny entirely.”

…That you did, though you would rather still consider your own experiences delusion and misplaced superstition if pushed. “Alright then. Tell me what you must.”

In the end, it was briefer than you thought, but it was still talk that occupied your mind through the whole day, and afterwards. It was forward in your head while you spoke with your parents, now grey and white haired and pleasantly surprised that you had come back at all. Less so that you had married a green-hair, but soothed by the sheer quantity of grandchildren they discovered to now have. Elena had spoken to them about it, but hearing it from you was a different matter. Your younger brother and sister were married and had children of their own- a whole thing to unravel, but you weren’t ready for anything more than a quick stop. A reminder that you were alive, that you hadn’t perished in war or exile and had returned before it was time for your ancestors to be buried.

They must have been too used to your absence to be disturbed by your distance, though, as you were driven back to your ultimate destination. The Capital, Donom Dei, to meet once again with Leo, to see how and when you could embed yourself within the Future Leagues and the movers and shakers of the Vitelian Dawn.
Even then, you were still perturbed rather than excited. For Cesare had told you what he had predicted, his view on the rise of Future Leagues, his shaky recollections of where they would go, and his ultimatum after. The thing he refused to elaborate upon besides its necessity.

“Giovanno Leone must die, Bonetto,” Cesare had said, “Even though he’s Leo. Even with everything he’s done for us. I know for certain, if the future isn’t changed, Vitelia will burn.”

You didn’t want to believe him. You didn’t want to think about it. Yet now, the shades spoke fervently of it.

”It is a fearsome prediction. Yet what sort of future is wrought by those who would throw away friendship and love out of fear?”

”What an unappreciative wretch. Ripped from the bowels of the Abyss and this is his idea of just reward?”

”None of you can deny that, should the future he sees comes to pass, no justice or love would matter. It is as he says, and you know it. That forbearance is the ultimate good to come from his rescue.”

”Deluded visions from the pits of the cursed earth. You would have us set the course of destiny to the ramblings of a madman?”

”He is not mad. He is afraid. So too should we be, if the contests for power here overcome any bonds of fellowship…”

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That's it for now- there's a lot to do to get to the "main quest," though arguably that's going to be plenty shorter than the prologue was depending on how things shake out. I wouldn't expect it for at least a month.

In the meantime, I can answer questions that won't be, you know, stuff that has to be covered in the leadup and execution of the Revolution. Not much time left on the board, but why not and all.

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Welcome back.

Rules are simple: Votes are tallied every hour, with whatever course of action being the most popular being the course of action taken. Write ins are encouraged and non-mutually exclusive votes will be combined if possible.

When a roll is called for, roll however many D100 are specified. 5- is a 'crit fail' and generally means something bad is about to happen. 95+ is a 'crit success' and generally means something good just happened. a 'crit success' trumps a crit fail. User input on both will be taken into consideration.

Inventory, pokemon stats and other links: https://docs.google.com/document/d/15i2N08IpWqitoTJujsUMishe4PLbao1lqT-bCAmvPcE/edit

New Discord for questions, discussions and announcements: https://discord.gg/MjDEYHTJ

For a short summary for the new and to recap:

You are Alex. A newly minted trainer and camping enthusiast just starting out on your journey at the age of seventeen after your father lost his job in order to help pay the bills. On the road, you met Fie, the Fire Gym Leader, Gareth a novice Aura Guardian on pilgrimage and Holly, a runaway heiress using a pseudonym. You've also made enemies of Team Green a group of violent, radical activists looking to abolish pokemon training.

Last time, you battled, trained and met back up with Jean and her friends, before getting into another battle with a Hex Maniac.
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Rolled 27 (1d100)

>Moves: Chilled Water
Chilling water not chilled water
Rolled 29 (1d100)

Rolled 29, 85 = 114 (2d100)

>Train Piker
Work on Chilling water.
+SpA training
We wanted to teach Fluffy Cosmic power and Body press.

So to get him familiar with both Fighting and Psychic moves he needs to learn the following first:
>Rock smash
>Calm mind
>Stored power

Perhaps more moves since unevolved pokemon and normal types learn more and with greater variety.
We do not need a partner Eevee but Poison fang, Psychic fang, Camouflage and Stealth rock would be cool on Umbreon.

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Your name? Nicole Smith. Occupation? Cleaner, a deniable asset used by massive megacorporations called the Alphabet Companies and anyone else willing to pay you to do a job for them. Such as your Handler, the person giving you the jobs and making sure you can feed yourself at the end of the day.

Which is good. Since not a lot of jobs are willing to hire a schizophrenic woman with anomalous abilities and four voices constantly screaming in her head. You make do, however. After all, how else are you going to survive in the City? You either find a job and do what you need to in order to survive or you die in the endless, twisting streets of the biggest City humanity has ever built (or may ever build).

The last few missions you've been on have been wild but manageable so far. You first managed to rectify a payment oversight with a casino your Handler was sponsoring without having to kill anyone or rob the place blind. In the process, you manage to make friends with two of their employees and managed to save the business from the owner's sheer incompetence in running a casino.

You also managed to kill a Silver Agent and stopped a Cleaner named Ashton from hunting you by calling off the bounty on you. While Ashton may still be a threat later, you managed to get some interesting information out of the fed and the man in the TV who speaks to you. Yes, you talk to your TV, he gives you valuable information. Don't question it.

You're almost finished with your latest mission, which is helping X-Corp (a militaristic Alphabet Company assigned with protecting the City from outside threats) get new recruits. After interrogating a Silver Agent they had locked and finding out their main issue with training recruits, you went through a hellish course with Kiara and bonded as allies in the process.

Now, you're busy showing off your anomalous powers by going through the mental training course. All in all, your life has been busy as hell and you're ready for it to all wind down for a moment. Though, is that possible? Or will it be endless jobs until you're crushed under the weight of the Powers that Be in this City?

One day. You'll get what you want. Somewhere safe with your friends. Nobody to hunt you down. No horrible jobs to grind you into the dirt. No need to consume copious drugs and stitch your body back together just to keep your mind and body half way stable. Someday.

Perhaps one day, you'll be a shining Star of the City that people will revere and respect. But for now? You're just Nicole.

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>[PERSON OF INTEREST] It might be better to cover more ground at once. Split your group into two. (FREE ACTION. You may send two people to one location and three people to another location. Write in how you want to split the party and where to send them to.)
Nicole and Casey to the saloon
Alexis, Ben and Max to the mayor's
Why saloon? And why Ben to mayor's with Alexis/Max
>>"Deja vu." Benjamin shivers upon seeing the apartment building. "Maybe we can get some more information on the people who live her? Maybe get some clues if any foul play happened?" Follow Benjamin to the apartment

Interesting. The saloon is tempting too, but the mayor should have higher quality info. Also I want some mining equipment cause chances are we will have to go there and it seems like a valuable thing to have in our kit in general. Thank god we don’t seem to have a carry limit so far.
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Seems like we have an idea on how to investigate, closing thread. I'm taking a short break, I'll bake the new thread sometime during Saturday.
Thread has been archived. Thank you for playing. Still shocked that we managed to get over 800 posts but here we are.

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>In the name of all that is evil and unjust!

You are Carrie Cross and you've spent your whole life giving to the world without anything to show for it. Well it's about time you think... to take some back! You're done playing nice and by the rules, so why not start breaking them and playing nasty? Growing up with Saturday morning shows and your enduring obsession with them, will surely pay off now!

And what better way than the classic villain scheme of robbing a bank?! Ah, but how are you going to do it?

>Enter to the place and boldly announce yourself, as any true supervillain ought to!
>Begin things with a distraction, like a fire alarm or crashing a car into the place.
>Go in normal clothes and wait for the opportune moment to disguise yourself and strike!
>Elaborately infiltrate the bank and make your move from within.
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Seems like a slight majority for Miami then, and a definite majority for a Lair. I'll try to make the new thread here then, either tonight or tomorrow and will link it here same as last time.

In the meantime though we can still make use of this thread then, to specify what you want for your lair. As to the actual place itself and what you may want, that is bound to be pretty open-ended and whatever you players can come to a consensus on. Similar to your choice of villainous vehicle, the ultimate choice will be yours but some options could include a skyscraper penthouse, a cold war bunker, a fancy old mansion, or perhaps even blurring the lines with vehicle a little, such as a luxury yacht, or even some airborne vessel?

These are just examples though, and the rolled 82 (>>5971673) can account for something fairly out of the ordinary if you should so desire, or if you settle for something along the lines of the examples, then a factor that would set it apart from other such similar locations. So if for example you chose an old bunker (an impressive but still conventional location), then the 82 could apply to it being an old missile silo specifically, something that would set it apart from other such bunker locations.

As for the actual stats though;

>Defense (0/5) - How well constructed or secure the lair is, including actual security measures.
>Comfort (0/5) - How habitable is the lair? Is it some austere place with only villainy in mind, or is it a luxurious place you call home?

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Defense 3
Comfort 1

Also shouldn’t a skyscraper penthouse have high comfort
Comfort 2
Stealth 2

And here's the new thread! Don't forget about the ongoing lair decision here though; >>5973956

Maybe if you got one that was already furnished. Just a sparse and empty/new one though, probably not automatically comfortable. Or, *as* comfortable, there's still bound to be amenities of living in a building like that.

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You are Kai, a newly minted edgerunner trying to scrape by in Night City. A week ago your father, an NCPD netrunner, was murdered under suspicious circumstances during a Cyberpsycho attack on Kabuki Marketplace. You’re out looking for answers. Answers and eddies. Eddies to pay for your several ill mother’s medical expenses, eddies for more gear, eddies for information, eddies for allies. Everything in Night City has a price, and everyone has secrets, especially your family - Dad was an Edgrerunner for decades in secret, your Mom used to be a corpo scientist for Biotechnica, and even you're hiding your new line of work from almost everyone in your old life. The only person you can fully trust is yourself… and perhaps Alice, the ghostly AI that your netrunner father was working with in secret before they both got attacked on New Year’s Eve. The last few days have been busy with small jobs for the static Aldecaldo fixer Dakota, both solo and with other edgerunners. You’re still one of the freshest faces around Night City's shadows for now, but all it takes to end that is a single bullet - This line of work is a meat grinder, and runners are the meat.

2076.01.06, 13:25
Night City (Kabuki, your apartment)

Sitting down in your father’s old chair, you look at your reflection in the dark screens of his dormant comp. It’s a faint image, ghostly and somehow unreal - Shaking your head you look away from the screens, having had more than your fill of ghosts recently.

”Are you prepared for the journey, Kai?” Alice’s voice whispers within your mind, projected across a secured Net connection and directly into your neuralink. Her dulcet tones relax you a touch, and if you didn’t know better you’d swear she was standing beside you - that’s impossible of course. She’s dead. A ghost caught in the Net, human consciousness transformed into a kind of wild and unplanned artificial intelligence… Or at least that’s the best you’ve been able to make of the situation so far.

“...I am.” You speak the words aloud, preferring the control of verbal communication to the stuttery messiness of communication by pure thought. Reaching into the interior of your blue aramid jacket, a reward of sorts from your first job for your fixer Dakota, you grab a hold of a large device you’ve been concealed since your return from Kabuki’s roundabout marketplace.
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He knows, and measures have been taken to deal with the car. BDs are a decent idea (if Judy could be convinced), but as you pointed out it would be the rest of the crew that needs to be rounded up to get them made. They also weren't purposefully recording them, so it'd be from memory which is a lot fuzzier.
Might be worth investing in a BD recorder in the future then. For post-op debriefing, intelligence gathering and distribution, and side income. Already have a neurallink
A new thread should be up sometime next Monday or Tuesday.
Thanks for running, see you soon(tm)
Godspeed QM, my morning shit will be that much poorer until your return.

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Your father remarried so you now have a bratty stepmom.

"You're still a virgin, aren't you? I never thought my stepson would be such a loser!"

Your smug bratty stepmom instantly mocks and belittles you.

> Who are you? (school bully, femboy, yakuza associate, delinquent with a heart of gold, ???)

> How will you correct your bratty stepmom? (spanking, blackmail, bribes, money, ???)
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+1 >>5947028
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You won! The brat has been corrected!

Overwhelming yakuza femboy delinquent with a heart of gold victory!

You forgive the brat and give headpats and cuddles!

Would read again
I need you to make this again, but longer, and also the stepmom keeps winning.

Not because it's my fetish or anything like that

Your name is David "Gunny" Rockefeller, no relation.
A veteran of the united states marine corps, you find yourself in a far-out situation after an all-too-close encounter of the third kind!

In the last thread you secured a fortune in lost bitcoin, utilizing SHODAN's encryption-cracking prowess.
You revealed everything to your sister, who's currently trying to decide what exactly is even real or not.
And picked up an old friend, but not before dealing with a pesky federal agent who's been tailing you for some time now.
But during Agent Smith's interrogation, you seem to have happened upon a crude method of awakening someone's psychic potential.

There's a short lull now as both Redbone and Agent smith are sleeping off their psychic awakening, but it probably won't last long.
After all, there's always more trouble for you to get yourself into.

This time, on Humanity Fuck Yeah!

>Last Thread: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/5896153/
>All Threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=humanity+-+fuck+yeah%21

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I too would be shitting bricks at a hissing alien.

Hmm. Say did Shodan manage to copy some of earth's tech? Did the aliens have AR technologies or entertainment? Do we have all the copies of the Metal Gear franchise? We should play some MGSV while blasting Invisible by Duran Duran.
When a big guy charges you you have an idea of what you're in for. When a little guy does it though, the dude is either out of his mind, or you're in for some real shit.
We do a little intergalactic trolling.
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fucking amazing!
Memes aside, bionic implants and cybernetic augmentations for Humans are gonna be a VERY interesting field of study in the near future.

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You are Anon, a greasy-haired wageslave of HoloSim Heaven, a Hive-City arcade reeking of stale groxburgers and unfulfilled dreams. Your days are a blur of fixing jammed joysticks with stolen prayers (because, of course, you were always to blame for that, and Tech-Priest were expensive), fights with piss-drunk children and teenagers, and unrequited longing for the heretically buxom vixens printed on the fighting game cabinets. A fluorescent hum is your anthem, the stench of spilled soda your cologne.

But tonight, something flickers within your jaded soul. It's been a long time coming. You remember the first time you stumbled upon the Emperor's Tarot, a dusty, overlooked relic hidden behind the autographed bullets, war trinkets and inflatable Astartes of the prize counter. It was back then, fueled by youthful curiosity, that you first experienced its power.

Each time you drew a card, the Emperor's Tarot hissed secrets into your mind - glimpses of the present, near future and past, always eerily accurate. At first, the experience was terrifying, a psychic assault leaving you dizzy and overwhelmed. But you knew that such was the might of the Emperor's mind, the only Psyker in the Imperium, and the mightiest in the universe. Obviously.

But you endured. Months, then years, bled together as you dabbled in its power, growing accustomed to the strange magic coursing through the cards. But tonight, something simmers beneath your apathy. Tonight, your monotony ends.

With practiced ease, you bypass the flimsy security of the prize counter once more, your heart pounding. You now held that dusty, ornately carved deck of psycho-active wafers once more. The Emperor's Tarot.

It's your ticket out of here. You shove the deck into your pocket. Tonight, you leave behind the of the arcade and embark on a pilgrimage to the "Glitterglobe", a Pleasure World notorious for its city-sized casinos, obscene opulence and drugs.

A place for opportunity, a good life, hot girls, riches, success - everything you've ever wanted.
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I don't know about the former, but for the latter you could make the deck defer to you rather than the other way around. IE, if an anon asks "Is (X) an enemy of the emperor" and you already have that decided you give a yes or no instead of leaving it to RNG, whereas for stuff that's genuinely uncertain you leave it up to RNG.
It was a good run though I admit it's disappointing, probably that and even more frustrating for you.
Thanks QM
Well you tried qm, it was fun while it lasted.
That was actually why I was hooked up, the idea that Tarot deck define reality was really new and entertaining, thx for run QM, it was interesting for me.
You've got a setup for a good quest here, if the Tarot aspect is proving too dragging you could always put the Tarot to one side and turn this into a more traditional choice-driven quest. Thanks for running and trying something new, though; whatever you decide.

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You are Charlotte Fawkins, dashing heroine, detectivess, adventuress, heiress, sorceress, etcetera. Three years ago, you drowned yourself in a quest to find a long-lost family heirloom; nowadays, you're just nobly c̶a̶u̶s̶i̶n̶g solving problems with the help of trusty retainer Gil and MIA maybe-father Richard. Inexplicably, many people tend to "dislike" you, though you've never done anything wrong in your life.

Right now, you have forced your sworn rival Pat to make Gil another body out of goo, since his old one got splatted and absorbed into the hivemind Us. Since you saved Pat's life, she's begrudgingly agreed. (Also, your nemesis Horse Face has somehow tagged along.)

"I don't think this'll work."

This is not news you wanted to hear. You drag your fingernail against the vinyl of Pat's manse's cheap settee. "What do you mean, won't work? It worked last time, didn't it? And it's your job to make it work, no matter what, given that I just, reminder, banished Management forever—"

"I know," Pat says tightly. Her back's to you— she's at a smooth-topped counter, poking around in the chunk of goo you salvaged.

"And, double reminder, you shot him in the head?" Horse Face, at the other end of the settee, has raised his eyebrows. "I'm not going to keep that a secret! You totally shot him in the head, for no reason, since all you had to do instead was mess around with Management's strings a little bit— it wasn't even hard, okay? Did you even think about doing that, or did you leap straight to 'oh well, guess I better shoot'— I mean, obviously you did leap straight to that. But come on!"

"I know. I don't want to hear it from you, Charlotte. Do you want Bug Man extracted or not?"

"You can't call him that," you say, and stretch your arms across the top of the settee. "That's my new rule, since I saved your life and everything. You can't call my retainer mean names."

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>Poggers sentence there bro

>Except for the part where you deprived us of the string peek, that wasn't cool.
Okay, I was being coy because I thought it was funny, but the spoilers here >>5969462 are the 100% truth. Real Ellery's strings would've held zero plot-relevant information you didn't already know. I genuinely just couldn't fit them in smoothly.

To prove it, I've included him on this strings visualization: pic related.

>Uuuum ackchyually they're the king and queen tournaments
They're waifu and husbando tournaments in my heart, even if Richard is one of the worst husbandos possible.
Oh dang, Ellery's like if you combined normies and us
But Gil has the coolest strings, so geometric
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>Oh dang, Ellery's like if you combined normies and us
A bit! It certainly is meant to be a combination of things.

>But Gil has the coolest strings, so geometric
Yes-- there's perks to not being real anymore.
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Thread's still kicking, and so am I (barely). Here's another batch of AMAs before we drop off.
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And the other. CuriousCat won't let me post anything on the website proper anymore, but I still receive submissions just fine, so feel free to send more if you have more. I'll post the next batch in Thread 39!


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