The city of Nanarek was once the center of the world. Records describe it as the epitome of opulence, It's palace walls carved from granite hauled from miles away, It's homes trimmed with gold and decorated with Lapis and Turquoise, it's land fertile and abundant. But that is exactly what they are, records, hearsay. The reality is that Nanarek disappeared from any and all historical records thousands of years ago. No reliefs where carved gloating about a victory over Nanarek, no letters from the kings of Nanarek where received by other kings in the region. merchants reported that the trading routes to Nanarek led nowhere now, there was just sand and wind and sky. All the empires that did buisness with Nanarek faded, and sooner or later the true location of the city was lost. The only ones keeping it's memory alive where ancient authors well read on history but even their writings tell how frustrating it was to learn anything about this place. Some claimed that the gods cursed the city, erasing it from existence for some unknown slight against them, others claim the best sorcerers of Nanarek used their magic to hide their city from an attack. But even the writings of these authors where buried by the sands of time. Until recently that is, first it started with claims from traders. They said that in the desert was a city shrouded in fog, and that despite being in the desert clouds always hung over this mysterious city. Some claimed that at night when walking near this city no star could be seen in the sky. This of course piqued the interest of kings, sultans and tribal leaders who all knew what this mysterious city could be. And after that the word spread to the common man soldiers, fishers, smiths, scholars and mages alike where packing up to travel to this city in hopes of taking home untold richesOur story will follow one of these brave fools
(sorry this update took a bit, I make all of this up on the fly so I had literally zero idea what to do next, we're ok now.)>>6480590>>6480650>>6480652>>6480664>>6480915Caer could kill, but even at a young age she saw the utility in defensive magic, the two spells she knows are the closest Kerenas has to defensive magic, however. The father-huntsman teaches that life does not come without death, and relief is only felt after pain. Healing sap changes blood into a bitter, if rejuvenating sap that can heal wounds from the inside out. It's potent enough that only a little but of the liquid is needed to mend deep gashes and the blood can even come from ones own body. Though Kerenas cultists prefer to source their blood from elsewhere, there is a superstition around using ones own blood as a source for healing sap. They say it will turn you into something that is more beast than man. The next ability Caer knows is herbal dosage, another source of healing though much less potent than Healing Sap. Herbal Dosage causes medicinal herbs to grow off anything anything dead. Plants, luckily enough, count as something that can die and thus a desert full of dead or dying plants should be enough for Caer to produce medicinal herbs for infection, disease or even cooking. Lastly, before this adventure truly starts, Caer brought with her a bag of extra supplies. What are the extra supplies Caer brought?>1.) Silver artwork, Amber Jewelry and Bronze Nuggets for trading>2.) Cured meat, Oats and Alcohol, a back up meal in case Caer goes too long without catching anything>3.) Extra hunting materials in such as nets and trapsComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6483296>3.) Extra hunting materials in such as nets and trapsWhy trade when we can catch what we'd trade for in the same trap that kills our food?
>>6483296>3.) Extra hunting materials in such as nets and trapsThe ruins wildlife must surely be good eating?
>>6483296>2.) Cured meat, Oats and Alcohol, a back up meal in case Caer goes too long without catching anything
>>6483296>4.) Something different and unexpected (write in!)An ancient book, made from leaf leather and full of all manner of strange glyphs and ritual sigils... It's a pity it's elvish and Caer can't read the common pidgin, much less the elven high tongue.
The frigid air needles every nerve in your body. You remember this cold from a long time ago, and in that discomfort you recall that this was the last feeling you'd felt before your life became measured. In your analytical mind, the life worth living was quantified, and existence inevitably became a mark to miss.Fitting in a sweater you had when you were ten despite being thirty, gave the game away. This is a dream.You are inside of a log cabin, a fire calmly sputters at a fireplace against the far wall. There appears to be a kitchenette in the corner of this main room, and a hall that goes further into the structure bathed in shadow.>(5) Make yourself some cocoa and get comfy.>(10) Leave the cabin.>(25) Explore the shadows
[579]Due to being outnumbered, you opt to stick to the shadows and sneak by.>>6482092Rolled 20, 3, 7, 10, 17 = 57 (5d20) Years spent minimizing your presence has honed you specifically for tactical sneakiness in this moment. You become one with the trees and are lost by even your own comrades; But unfortunately, your best efforts don't project onto your friends. Bun tumbles out of the bushes causing the enemy to double back.>>6482115Rolled 7, 14, 6, 12, 15 = 54 (5d20) You attempt to grasp onto the harried hare and yank him back into the bush. Just barely, you manage to hide the little fellow before the enemy caught him out in the open.>>6482255Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6482486>(???) Write-in.If they’re so jumpy, make a commotion nearby to draw them away
>>6482504+1
>>6482486>(50) Attempt to maneuver into positions to take them all out silently. (5D20)
>>6482504This.
What would happen if you were blessed?Gifted with what all desire?Be the one unreal thing?What if you were ...* INVINCIBLE *
>>6479373>Perhaps try testing out powers first? (Go to an abandoned field and check all of your attributes (Strength, Speed, Endurance, maybe see if you have the ability to fly))It’s always good to get a baseline before REALLY pushing our limits.
>>6479373+1 to >>6479386And also add to this testing our basic toxin resistance, acid/alcali resistance (when we confident about outside reistance, maybe try poisoning ourself VERY CAREFULLY and starting with VERY SMALL DOSES). On that note - resistance to sedatives and other kinds of drugs. Resistance to "ordinary" heat(fire)/"ordinary" cold (freezer is probably coldest we gonna get, no way we could get our hands on liquid nitrogen or something already).I`m also somewhat interested in our resistance to patogens, but I see no way to test it as an ordinary civilian.
>>6479373We should do some research on any other superpowered individuals that exist. They may be useful friends or enemies to avoid.
>>6479373>Perhaps try testing out powers first? (you can write in what specifically)Not just toughness but heat resistance, electric resistance, ability to not suffocate, etc.Also yeah what’s the setting like? Other supers or just us?
>>6479373>Perhaps try testing out powers first? (you can write in what specifically)
Jail Quest: a text adventure occasionally illustrated.A night of drinking and a failed attempt to cheat on cards had landed you the strangest job slash community service sentence you've ever had: ensuring Gongalla Gaol survives the reality storm called Singularity.Now you travel around with your employer and a handpicked crew to survey the four Reality Anchors. Hey, beats being tarred and feathered, right?Previous thread:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2026/6428026/Gongallaverse:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Gongalla%20GaolYou are Rosa Montagni, and you've managed to get three-fourths of your job done! Not only did you perform maintenance on the Eastern Reality Anchor, but you've also hooked up Homusubi - AKA Kagutsuchi, principal of Hexbourne and the deity of the East anchor - with Lugal's smuggling network, for a side project of Kagutsuchi's. And you get to learn how to shoot straight out of it! Not a bad deal, all things considered.Then again, you have to deal with a Captain Cynthia when she and her pirate crew attacked Lugal - turns out she's Don Bosco's sister. You've got intel on the Singularity Cult's activities through her, so it wasn't a total bore.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6482113Capitalizing on the servile bodyguard's momentary shift of focus, you immediately draw your gun from your inventory and shoot Marlowe's right hand. This last bullet in your chamber found purchase on the back of his palm, causing the hulking bodyguard to drop his shotgun."Orville! Disarm Matteo!"An order quickly barked, and understood just as fast."Zis soon? Very well."As soon as the words leave the rabbit's mouth, Orville stabs the tri-horned demon's gun hand into his own suitcase - with the speed Orville brought his dagger out, you doubt he had it in his inventory beforehand."SHIEEEEE!! TRAITOR! TREASON! TREACHERY!!"Matteo prattled in panic, fumbling to grab his dropped gun with his unstabbed hand - which is complicated by the fact that the same hand is still gripping his suitcase.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6483795>>□ Reload your gun with words and shoot the armor piece so it tilts and misses Valencio
>>6483795>□ Reload your gun with words and shoot the armor piece so it tilts and misses Valencio
>>6483795>□ Drag Valencio out, but risk getting injured yourself
>>6483795>□ Reload your gun with words and shoot the armor piece so it tilts and misses ValencioGravity and the train's motion/path should make him tilt and collide into Marlowe
Earlier Threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Halo:%20Spartan%202%20War%20ReportsActive Spartan Roster: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1eO7rkImgBlWVU-gdeY4-e5qp3pC8IiGApewbHqlnRq8/edit?usp=sharingSpartan Sven-033 Dossier https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jR1N--hxRrd9QZ0l6UmrcOkFfKNrXvHGRvVemdNE3y4__ [ Current Mission: Mission 7: Operation: CROWS-NESTDIFFCULTY: HEROIC/ LEGENDARY[ CAMPAIGN : Diversionary Actions ][ Primary Objective 1: Disrupt and Sabotage Covenant Activities on Former Colony Alpha Corvi II ][ Secondary Objective 1: Destabilize local Covenant Chain of Command / Neutralize Area Leaders & Commanders ][ Secondary Objective 2: Gather intelligence concerning the Covenant non-military aspects/ Operations ][ Optional Sub-Objective: Find out the fate of Alpha Corvi II's Civilian Population, and if possible, rescue any survivors ] Secret Objective 1: Prevent Khalil Shahi from leaking the location of nearby colonized systems] Secret Objective 2: [ Neutralize the Yanme'e Queen below Jamshid ] Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6484216>>Give them your official rank and Spartan designation, and see why they wanted to meet you face to face>Ask the survivors if they know what the Covenant was looking for
>>6484216>Give them your official rank and Spartan designation, and see why they wanted to meet you face to faceThis fork of Vali is having the time of his life.
>>6484216>Give them the good news, that an escape plan was ready and the Covenant Leadership on Alpha Corvi II had been crippled>Explain the pyre and all them time to mourn/ deal with their own grief while you wait for Violet and Indigo to regroup
>>6484214>Most of the activity is actually off world.AHAHAHAHAHAHA YESSSSS BURN BITCHES! VALI, THIS IS WHAT YOU WERE BORN FOR!CALL THE SKAD RIGHT NOW! I WANT CASUALTY COUNTS AND TO HEAR ABOUT THE B-U-F-F WITH VALI IN IT!Seriously, they're going to make a propaganda film about us. Also, it just occurred to me that Vali might remain active after we leave and Covenant reinforcements show up. *happy fapping noises*
>>6484216>>Give them your official rank and Spartan designation, and see why they wanted to meet you face to face>>Ask the survivors if they know what the Covenant was looking forgreat!
The megacity of New Hope is a high speed network of people constantly move day and night. It doesn't matter if you're in the tightly packed lower class ghetto districts, the more proper residential districts, or located in the pristine and well looked after private communities like PrimeHold. New Hope is one of the few megacities left in the world. Port Haven, a smaller scale waterside megacity, had suffered a devastating molten attack from a powerful and still growing crime syndicate. There's been a recent spready of them here in New Hope, EXCALIBUR 1 tags on some businesses and other areas have been popping up and those streets becoming worse for wear since. New Hope has one massive draw to it though. The sprawling Hero Academy, its grounds easily draws up into not only the 10's of thousands of square feet but also it's underground levels as well. New Hope's Hero Academy is more recently famous from it's latest graduate Solaris, a young man with complete mastery over conjuring flames and absorbing heat. This is also the school you will be attending for the next few years more than likely.You look at the acceptance letter sitting on the end table near your bed, you've had that there for some months over the break period of waiting for school to start. You pick up the letter and give it another read...>What is your name?Also...>Roll a 1d100 for your powerHigh and low numbers don't mean more or less powerful
>>6478629>Check out the ring in the center of the field
>>6478629>>Check out the ring in the center of the field>talk to someone (who?)provoke our teacher into giving us tips
>>6478629>Just talk to someone (who?)JungTell her if she can't help but damage the ground we could always use our power to help her avoid property damage. Good practice for us.
There will be an update around 5pm EDT where we check out the ring, get to know more about the academy and our instructor, and see if Jung will let us practice our abilities on her from time to time.
>>6479017Wher the FUCK is my update????
Last time… Uhm, maybe you should stop summarizing stuff that just happened. The girls have heard enough of your life. The game of Truth or Dare continues!“T-That was so much…! Johnny, you’re more incredible than I thought…!” Tina can’t believe her eyes anymore. The man she’s sitting on is a crazy dude who loves adventures!“I-I wish he didn’t go as in-depth…” Ruby is flustered beyond belief. And worried too. Mostly flustered.“I-I did like it! Now I feel like I know my manager better than anyone…” Debbie is proud of you!“Certain details were too much, I admit. The Nariko praise was utterly unnecessary!” Ichie nods to herself.“Who’s next now?” You ask after being done with a long talk.“Y-You can’t act like we can continue this game like nothing happened!” Evie the lap maid is very mad! She returns to control Tina’s body with righteous fury. So, much hasn’t changed since the recap. “Hey! I feel pretty satisfied with my turn. I think we can move on!” Mei chuckles as she takes over the Iron Butt.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
With all eyes on you, it’s time to draw this game to a close, and move onto the next logical step…“...Do you girls want to keep playing? Or do we wanna just start making out some more?” You wiggle your eyebrows.“Stop wiggling those eyebrows so seductively!” Evie scolds you. “Seductively, huh?” Mei can’t help but chuckle. “Between you and Debbie, you’ve been begging for it for a while.”“M-Me too?!” Evie acts offended. “Those eyes don’t lie, right, Debs?” Mei nudges the pervy idol.“Y-Yes, it’s finally happening…!” Debbie gyrates her hips from pure excitement! “Mei, aren’t you excited?! You’re finally going to get your needs met!”“I-I can tell you can’t wait to watch!” Mei chuckles.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6480478Link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1KgnbCoIm1xPyh3QUQT14EOe2T7MF21U4zYNpQUkA7Ag/edit?usp=sharing Spoilers: Congratulations, you had sex with Tina/Evie, Ichie, Debbie, and Ruby/Mei! Sadly, this is all we have for this thread! Thanks for playing, and see you next time!
>>6480482This is good work!!!
Thanks for running QM!
>>6480482Thanks for running!
Previous chapters: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Heretic%20Cultivator%20QuestMC info Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/x5rCdZpqSect/ disciple info Doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1A0Yghkqs4WxALnnlVJ2uPpphQk9NQ4ME32DzC1qWp7Q/edit?usp=sharingFolklore: https://pastebin.com/AnbsrDcd_And like a bolt of lightning, inspiration strikes you, stopping you in your tracks like you'd been suddenly struck dead. Why not just solve the issue of the uneven semi finales by holding a Lottery? That would allow you to also skip the luck trial, which was also a problem you had been kicking into the future, since there aren't many ways to measure the luck of a Golden Core that can't be cheated or shown by the quality of their core or the time it took them to reach that level. The latter of course don't apply to you, since your ascent was all natural Talent. Heh-Heh.But, hosting a lottery for the Semi Finales, would not only be entertaining, but it would also give a chance for those who had bad match ups or didn't sign up due to worrying about fighting one contestant or another, though the latter group might be rare considering you're probably the one other daoists want to fight the least. Or simply those who lacked the funds and backing to sign up or were late to arrive. Yes, it is the solution to many problems.And is exciting enough to be distracting, so the good people of Chuan attending your tournament won't be too gloomy about Lord Xia's brutal defeat and gruesome injuries. And spreading the word is as simple as getting the ear...er, antennae of one of Jionghuagege's many daughters or the antennae, ears of one of your feline subjects, since there are plenty of either wandering around your garden to take the message and spread it around. This way, you don't have to lower your standing and divinity in the eyes of your worshippers by announcing something as gauche and mundane as a lottery pull, and can let your neices and natural followers and lower ranked disciples spread the word. And leave it to them to come up with how to spin it to make the commoners, nobles and other ordinary folk blissfully unaware of the world of cultivation suitably impressed, wording it as some immortal selection process or heavenly divination of the worthy. You trust your underlings to have a proper understanding of dramatics and give the announcement awe and gravitas worthy of your Palace of the Natural laws sect.And with that done, after telling Ruolan and Houmougui to play with the Moon Rabbits, you track down Huofeng to one of the buildings you're loaning out to your numerous guests. He is using it as a meditation room, while his clan and disciples occupy the other rooms attached to the building.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6484028Write-in> lock his soul in one of the pearls and his body into the storage ring. The goal is turning him into a Qi battery similar to Lei's clan.He is a child-murderer and would even deserve worse. He even turned demonic and doesn't deserve humane treatment. His bloody and demonic techniques (we can purify demonic Qi) should be largely compatible with our Dao.
>>6484028>Smile motherly and grab hold of his soul and forcefully take it under your care and escort him directly to the River of Oblivion , to ensure they have a better upbringing, to deny them the chance of a rematch (Unlocked via Stillborn Nursemaid)one who relished in violence and carnage, placed somewhere his tendencies would never emerge in the first place
>>6484028>Smile motherly and grab hold of his soul and forcefully take it under your care and escort him directly to the River of Oblivion , to ensure they have a better upbringing, to deny them the chance of a rematch (Unlocked via Stillborn Nursemaid)
>>6484028Very cool fight!>>6484058I'll support this, we've really humiliated him. He wants to be a tool? Let him be one, I doubt anybody would protest this.(Also thankfully nobody is choosing to cripple him, I was really worried that the Ogre bitch might gain a punished sensei with a grudge like we did with Monu)
>>6484343Hi, me, I protest the use of demon battery idea.And after we are done with this mother fucker I want to call Lei up and settle this woth a proper examination of if it is opposed to our values.
Meet 29 Year Old Date Kurono, School Counselor of Tokyo-3's Municipal First Junior High School Academy and hired private therapist of NERV's pilots. While his job is considered non-essential, his mission is to indirectly aid in the fight against the apocalyptic angels aiming to destroy this world by helping them mature and hearing out their issues, the same way he do in school, only with a few extra steps.By controlling Date, you will help him uncover the truth about NERV, his patients, himself, and perhaps the fate of the world, provided he can survive...How To Play:>Important decisions and dialogue options will prompt a Dice Check after voting period is finished, be it either to persuade people with your arguments, get through them emotionally, or absorb emotional damage. This is a social game, so doing the right conversations matters a lot more than getting into fights.>The dice rolls are a best of 3 of a 1d100 die, the DC will be hidden, but it will be determined by the way you word your things accounted by the stress threshold you currently have, which will raise and lower throughout the story depending on what is currently going on. While stress is unavoidable, try to treat Date well, and the dice will treat you accordingly.>Consider the writing prompts as Date's subconscious. While write-Ins are allowed and encouraged, take his character into consideration as to not write anything too absurd.>Try not to get fired and/or killed.Previous Threads:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Great%20Therapist%20Evangelion
>>6483711>>6483867>>6483895Sure thing. Let's talk about school first, then. Everything going well there?""You should already know about that, since you're there with me!" He jokes around cheerfully, failing to hide how much of a good mood he's in today."Well, I haven't heard any bad news from you or your friend group, but that doesn't mean I know about the good stuff.""Oh, nothing major, really. I'm struggling to study as much as I used to. Toji and Kensuke are really fun to hang out with, but I don't think we work that well together as a study group. The people who invited me to the music club were also really nice. I finally have a place to play my cello.""Isn't that good to hear? Looks like you're on a roll with Lady Luck!""Yeah, after what I had to do with the Fifth Angel, I better have some time to relax!" He sarcastically crosses his arms, showing a bit of an attitude.It dawns on you that you haven't really talked to him since he first got blasted by Ramiel's fourth-degree burning laser. The prolonged exposure didn't leave him scarred like the first time, since he protected Rei by choice, but that doesn't mean it was any less painful."Right... I heard the Eva was decommissioned after that. The damage must have been pretty bad."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6484172"But then she started avoiding me after that! I've tried talking to her at school and even visiting her, but she just looks at me sadly and says she'd rather be by herself... Was it something I did? I know she doesn't talk much, but if she told me there was something I could change, I would! Is it because I'm piloting her Eva now, or because I'm spending more time with Mana? I thought we were finally getting close, but now I'm back to square one with her..."Shinji lowers his head, genuinely frustrated with the situation. If Gendo told Rei to stay away from you, the same probably applies to just about everyone. Surely Rei doesn't want to be antisocial now that she's gotten a taste of human connection, but she still has a hard time saying no to the most important figure in her life.Do you think you should address that directly with Shinji? You already have an idea of the answer to his question, but it feels like a breach of privacy to tell him outright. Maybe you should be more subtle about it?>Gendo told her to shush. Even I can't talk to her here anymore.>I doubt she means any harm by it, Rei's just not a social person, too much contact might overwhelm her.>I'm sure it'll pass. Like you, she's been through a lot and needs some time to herself, don't take it personally.>People won't always reciprocate your feelings, Shinji. I know you feel let down, but being insistent won't solve things.>Write-in.
>>6484174>Gendo told her to shush. Even I can't talk to her here anymore.This doesn't feel like a privacy violation, at least to me. Especially if he told her to stay away from other people.This puts the onus on Gendo, instead of making him think her recent actions are her choice.Mind you, this may not be great for Shinji's relationship with Gendo, but it's already in quite poor health.
>>6484174>Gendo told her to shush. Even I can't talk to her here anymore.I don't think anyone told us it was a secret from Shinji, so it isn't. I hope.
>>6484174>Gendo told her to shush. Even I can't talk to her here anymore
"—All a bad dream my dear, a bad dream, it's all a—"Bad dream, the end of the gilded age; they've told you time and time again, to look for a successor, and you've been slacking on the job, as you do; dreaming, longing, golden locks on your face, sunlight on your heart, the pitter patter of some velvet passerines on the ground, or the roof of a shack maybe, or perhaps tropical birds, yes, oh yes, little parrotlets above chittering somewhere—someplace—else, anywhere but here, dear god in heaven, ahimè-The tinny dolcetto from the radio ends with a swell of static, you hear hollering in the distance; there's clapping somewhere in the building: the longest running interactive radio serial has wrapped up. Fifteen consecutive years of write-in ballots, endless scurrying to and from the mail room, making sense of sloppy, illegible handwriting; drunken notes, even drunker nights, threats of many forms, sizes, objects, many a disgruntled wackjob barging into the offices, "Lady Marny would never! she would never!" and how you'd have to arm yourself and the other bastards in the bureau; one feller holding an umbrella, another a broom, "put his head in this 'ere bucket," a troupe of clownish hoplites, holding the line praying the cuckoo wagons would get there fast enough, or lest you'd have to explain to the higher ups as to why you dared bother the Saints, the Moneymakers in the writers' room. "Every second they have to spend away from the typewriter," Donamara used to say, "comes out of your chow money, understand?"You'd rather have some nutso rain blows upon you than try and come up with an explanation, as to why He (or she? you've never stepped foot in there, how can you know?) had to look up and be plugged right out of the realms beyond; justify yourself to God on the 6th day, as to why you had to interrupt all the sculpting and life-breathing, and run the risk of leaving Man himself, half-made, half-formed, unfinished, ruined, the spark all gone and the leering from the little pockets of darkness, from rival presses, trying to come up on your turf.That's exactly what you're going to do right now, in this very moment; and although you have been slacking it's been for a very good reason, you're left to condense seven eons of divine creation, in little over three hours.Your job's (theoretically) simple; you're in charge of the drafts, the other stories that get shunted to the lower, cheaper frequencies, the ones that net around five to ten bozos writing in, the snobs that think they're above "Gilded Patina," it's just noise in the airwaves, but the higher ups like that; the less frequencies DDV and C&D and Q&T have access to the better. You've pitched some stories, some have been picked up, others—that is to say, the great majority—are cast out into the outer darkness, never to be seen or read again; you'd be called a "tastemaker" in other, more couth professions, but to the animals here you're "Bell-boy." >cntd.
>>6477642>That won't do, we need something fresh, something revolutionary, something to break new ground, nostalgia won't do.A quest quest? Interesting...
>>6478681"The only way is forward," phrase you've heard many times, from the exaggerated lieutenants with stiff upper lips commanding troops in the fiercest of simulated audio-battles, to the saccharine falsettos of the "youth adventures." Oh what dreck, couldn't even find proper actors to act out the roles, so you'd have the unmistakable gangster tenor of Malbolgo the Etruscan trying to sound twenty years younger on the microphone; you remember one time, you stumbled 'pon a station that tried modulating the timbre and pitch—you do not remember how exactly, but you theorize that they had probably meddled with some circuitry in the recording booth—and the end result was anything short of utterly ghastly, one could not focus on the bog-standard coming-of-age plot when the Voices of the Damned boomed and swirled 'round in the background and forefront, you assume that sort of thing would make a laudanum imbiber sit and stay straight for centuries. You surely were scared straight that time.Oh... what else is in here....hmm that day, with the Voices of the Damned, as you tried modulating and messing around with the knobs on your devilbox (thinking in your complete disbelief, that the hellish cacophony had to be a spontaneous defect of your little mahogany box), you sat and listened for a while at this other tale, pretty anemic in plot, something to do with the dread pirate Blauveldt and his booty, but the quest directors in their utter brilliance, had painted quite a vivid picture; the whole plot of the radioadventure was not only being broadcasted but acted out LIVE, by performers out in the street! the very same radio actors served double duty as both street-actors and voice-actors. Leaving a skeleton crew behind at the station, delivering the actions and the voting options via dry narratorial voices, who demanded the listeners to go venture forth! and gather somewhere near the coppiced woodland and the gravel park to witness the eternal drama between the corsairs and the dread-pirate engaging in all manner of sword fights (tin, faux-rapiers, some suspect stolen from the local theater) and cannon fights (repurposed trashbins set ablaze, the source of the gunpowder, as far as you're aware has never been determined, so you assume it was all home-made), of course this sort of debauchery drew the ire of the local authorities, so the whole adventure also became a massive game of cops and robbers (or rather, pirates) chasing each other as the actors improvised plotbeats on the fly, with a rapier in one hand and half a handcuff on the other.
The third and most peculiar aspect of this all though, was the treasure hunt, which was the central draw of this whole circus: pieces, of code, torn map bits, scattered about, hidden inside glass bottles, cached away in such esoteric places that seaching for them all alone was simply not plausible, you needed a small hunting party, plugged in daily and nightly, pouring over the details from the radio narration, the way the dread-pirate danced and pirouetted towards a specific direction during that one battle, occult arithmetic applied and divided and multiplied to interconnected clues, and maybe, just maybe, you could find a beaten, scratched up emerald, with a small slip of artificially yellowed paper in it, with the next session's plot all written out, and a small, little cypher at the bottom of the whole thing, could be relevant this next session, or the one after that. You tuned in like, three times to that program, and saw a session from afar one time on your way to the Academy, and then no more; you have no idea how that whole business ended, or where the actors are today, you stopped tuning into random frequencies after you got the job, your life revolved around proofreading and spitballing, copying, writing, writing and copying, day in and day out... for fifteen years...Could that work? a mish-mash of it all? get one of those new radios with interchangeable bits and circuits, modulate frequencies, raise the dead, send the listener to theater plays and egg hunts and impromptu riots on the street? You're not sure if the budget would allow for all of that, specially that radio, that sort of equipment is lab-worthy, and unless you managed to convince the treasurers and utterly impress the Writers, you'll have to make do with the cheapest and the fastest and the most viablePromising still...>Is that all? you surely have to remember more from that era... pirates and cacophonies, you absolute dunce, we're surely out of a job now, dream harder!>Nothing but entropy beyond this point, but maybe the archives have that adventure filed away somewhere, maybe the poor bastards pitched it to the Company in a moment of weakness, you know that sort loathes "selling out," but everyone compromises, eventually...Enough dreams! to your stash you go! you shall sink with the ship, you shall present your little collection of shilling-dreadfuls to your superiors and face the firing squad head on
>>6476862wrong tripcode, apologies
>>6478811>Is that all? you surely have to remember more from that era... pirates and cacophonies, you absolute dunce, we're surely out of a job now, dream harder!
It’s midsummer night, June 23, 1985. You are Glenn DeMange, a fourteen-year-old wizard waiting to start your fourth year at Hogwarts at the end of the summer.Your family has been blessed with the unique Gift of Prophecy. Although it is mostly known as a matrilineal skill, you also have the Sight. You can foresee events before they happen. You can feel things before they occur. Though either it’s a fickle gift, or your experiences with it so far have been confusing and obscured at best.You picked this day because you thought midsummer should amplify your ability to connect with your “Third Eye,” whatever the hell that means.You are outside your house, in the garden. Your mom, your aunts, and your grandmom all think you are fast asleep in your room. Your father too. But he doesn’t matter that much, does he? Your family has always been matriarchal. Sometimes you wonder if you’re more afraid of letting down your mother or your grandmother. She is the Master Seer, after all.It has been fifteen minutes since you ate the mushrooms. You bought them from your friend David, a Slytherin student, who supposedly got them from a shop in Diagon Alley.David is alright. I mean, he was there when you needed help. It’s not like he’s your best friend, or even a close friend, but sometimes you value these random, peripheral friendships more than your close circles. Something about them gives you comfort.Your close friends, of course, like John or Anya, your classmates, they are special too. At least you feel that way in your heart. But you enjoy the fact that you can make friends with anyone, no matter their house or interests.Anyway, the mushrooms should work soon, hopefully.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6483107>Your own room. Your room is humming the same note as the sandwich.Of course, Sandwich. Lead the way.
>>6483107>Your own room. Your room is humming the same note as the sandwich.
>>6483257>>6483357You push the door open with your shoulder. The hum is louder in here, but it doesn’t come from anywhere you can point at. It comes from the room itself, like the walls are keeping the note going. The silvery cat is not here, but one of the black cats of the house is lazily yawning on your bed. Room is dimly lit by the moon globe on your desk. A giant Ravenclaw banner hangs on the wall. You take a bite out of the sandwich and put the plate on your dresser and sit on your bed looking around. Room looks like it has been dusted by someone who wanted you to notice. The books are all lined up. The blanket is folded in a perfect square. You didn’t do that. You have never done that. Some food feels good. You feel more energized. In the corner by the wardrobe stands a scratching post, its rope frayed and pale. You look at the desk under the window. On it lies a stack of divination textbooks, thick as bricks. On top sits your dream diary. Next to the diary is the class photograph from last year. You also see a stack of other photos there too. Under all that, half hidden, is a newspaper clipping about the trial of your best friend John's aunt. The Daily Prophet. “NOT GUILTY”: LUISA TESTUDOS WALKS FREE.” You remember cutting it out. You remember thinking you should say something to John, and not saying anything, because neither of you ever talks about your families.You turn to the window. The curtains are open. Down in the garden, past the roses and the apple tree, the hedge is dark and still. And in front of it, in a perfect half circle on the grass, sit the six cats. They aren’t looking at the hedge anymore.They’re all looking up at your window. At you. Or maybe not at you but the next room?>Read the newspaper article again.>Read David's letter.>Go through the photos.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6483410Unfold the blanket on principle, then >Read David's letter.
>>6483410>Read David's letter.
"I'm off.""Good luck, sweetie! I know you're gonna knock 'em dead!" Your mother pumps a fist into the air as she sends you out the door. "Good luck!" Your younger sister Penelope waves at you."Bring me lotsa toys when you're rich and famous!" Your even younger brother Theo yells out. And your slightly less younger brother, Damon, simply waves with a solemn look on his face, the weight of being the man of the house sinking in. And you? You're Basil. Resident of Jubilife City. You are sharp tongued and serious, the eldest of four with the stern attitude to match it. You have a lot of love for the people you are close to, but, putting it nicely, you're somewhat polarizing. You are a gifted trainer who is leaving on a journey to make money for your struggling family, who have been holed up in a dingy apartment living off your mother's store clerk salary for as long as you can remember. Your family's been too poor to afford a Pokémon, but your life changed when a stranger decided to grant you a Pokéball to capture a Pokémon you saved. Now, which one was it?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6479847>Try and put the enemy's Golbat to sleep with Sing and follow up with Chatter. Even if the former gets stuffed, you're still dealing damage with the latter and liable to cause confusion in the process.Not exactly the most complex strategy, but I figure it's still viable, right?Also before I forget to ask, what exactly are the rules on battling? Are we going for a strict recreation of the mainline games or are we allowed to take more creative actions with our Pokémon's moves and abilities like the anime or traditional tabletop RPGs?
>>6479847>SingDo statuses stack? What're the numbers of pokemon allowed? Can we switch?If so, once Sing is landed, switch in Rosaharn. If statuses stack, go for a burn.
>>6479847>Sing
>>6479889+1>sleeping as it burns to faintingSounds almost cute
>>6479862((Can't stack moves like that. As for creative actions, I cover that in the battle against the Prinplup and in the latest post.))>>6479889((No stacking statuses. If you're fighting against a criminal you can send out as many as you want, but you obviously won't be able to micro manage them and there will be an XP loss.))
With the Tournament of Power brought to a close, the Seventh Universe has emerged triumphant once more. Led by the Saiyan warriors, the Seventh's victory was secured. And with the wish on the Super Dragon Balls used to restore the other universes that were eliminated and erased, the final hidden trial was passed, and all eight of the universes up for elimination were allowed to remain. Yet, even with this victory, peace doesn't last in the Seventh Universe for long. As old hatreds rise and long-buried grudges resurface, will you have what it takes to keep everything you've worked the last 28 years of your life to build? Or will those who seek your end ultimately triumph? That all depends on you, and your choices.You the players will (most often) control Karn. A Saiyan man who has grown from his lowly beginnings as a mid-tier Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733 to become not only the strongest Saiyan of his time at AGE 759, but also personal friend to the former emperor Lord Freeza, father to over a dozen powerful and unique children, a mentor and teacher to his fellow Saiyans, and the indisputable winner of the Tournament of Power. Wielder of the Berserker Soul, and the powerful Stand Divine Dragon Force, you're fully equipped to handle any threat that comes your way. But what will you do when the threats aren't always physical, when you can't simply punch all your problems away?Character sheets and other info: https://controlc.com/46ec566dhttps://pastebin.com/u/GrandDragonQMArchive:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Saiyan+Conqueror+QuestHelp fund quest art commissions and get exclusive side stories as well as artwork by joining the patreon for only $1/month at https://www.patreon.com/GrandDragonQMQuest rules are as follows(unless otherwise noted):>30 minute vote times>Pick ONLY ONE option when voting>Dice rolls are all best of three correctly-rolled diceComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6482354>They're an absolutely DEVASTATING combination, since they leapt from the ground, only one Tuffle's gotten within three feet of Monaito.Wow. Very nice. Did Kars watch our struggle here and copy Granolah’s abilities?>That's a technique he's got, he has his own variant of Multiform. It lets him create a clone and put a percentage of his power into it, learn his opponents without taking any damage to his real self.That sounds actually very strong and useful. Like a Multiform, but without the drawback that you are unable to reach your 100% of power for a long time, if one of the multiform clones dies. >However, the most devastating thing she can do to someone who needs air is: NO GASEOUS MOLECULES WILL ENTER THE SPACE WITHIN FIVE FEET OF -NAME-.>And worse yet, if Okira uses a power like that and dies, it is basically un-reversable.So if we resurrect someone targeted by this, it still applies and there is no air for the person brought back to life. Insane power. She rewrites rules of how reality functions. Though it probably is limited to “only” the timeline she is currently in.>>6482359>He didn't wiretap telepathically. He's already controlling Guru, and learned to mask his presence in someone's mind so they think they're talking to the person. Which is why you're lucky Meloka wasn't ACTUALLY taken over, as the telepathy trick wouldn't actually work as he could have pretended to be her telepathically.Thanks for clarifying this. It is still impressive. He really gets more dangerous as time goes on.>Okira made the wish, any price to be paid will either be paid by her. Or paid by each and every one of the people she tries to restore.She already did it? I just hope she did not sacrifice her own lifespan or something for this.
There is this very interesting attack that King Gomah does in Daima. He summons a lot of energy orbs, so you could say this will be like Meloka’s Warding Eyes, but no. Those orbs don’t shoot beams or explode on touch like orbs made from Ki usually do. Instead they act like physical objects. Each one of them seems to be hitting Kakarot like a physical object would do, and he tries to block “punches” of those spheres. They don’t disappear after the hit.I don’t remember Karn or Meloka trying to do something like this with their Ki. I think it could be possible and it could be good.What do you think about it? Could it be good?
>>6483800It looks like Yamcha's Spirit Ball if he was really good at using Ki.
>>6483802>It looks like Yamcha's Spirit Ball if he was really good at using Ki.You are right. GD said earthlings are very creative with use of Ki. This shows it.>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3dN8R6ejwJw
>>6482361Trying to dodge consequences do oftentimes lead to worse consequences. As for the specifics of the Black Star Dragon Balls, they cannot be used on a planet without a Guardian.>>6483404Absolutely, it's something he detests. But he can appreciate her skill protecting his only father figure lift.Right? Supreme Instinct is certainly a special state.True, even if he's taken out, how many has he infected? And has he made a contingency of his own, BEFORE sending the Heeters to you?>>6483405Oh, he's ABSOLUTELY watching this go down. He's still terrified of the Tuffle parasite.Yes, he has a skill that's simply better Multiform.Yes, Okira's power is crazy. She and Imagine Dragon can REWRITE REALITY itself, changing the very laws of reality.It is even more impressive than a telepath wiretap, as he could HIDE within a mind of someone else without you sensing his thoughts.Not yet. But she's the one who summoned the dragon.>>6483800So, that's not a ki attack but magic. However, Chilli has made a technique like that, to play catch with his daughter and then his son too.It's a good skill.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Your name is Vincent Cruz. You work in a shady government-backed facility in the middle of the New Mexico desert. Recently, due to putting in a lot of hard work and getting very, VERY lucky, you ended up as a notable figure to the Powers That Be.Every day, you imbed yourself deeper and deeper into the structure of the Abnormality Regulation Coalition (also known as ARC), the aforementioned government-backed facility. You are tasked with containing and studying paranormal entities on their behalf. For what purpose? Profit, mainly, and also because none of the other secretive 'SPONSORSHIP' companies want to contain anomalies.You've always had a knack for the anomalous. You've had encounters with the anomalous ever since you were a young boy. Sometimes, it's easier for you to empathize with them than the people you work with. Unless the anomaly in question is a certain HEART that's been stalking you for years.Every day, it gets a little harder to muster up the courage and willpower to continue working. There doesn't seem to be any end in sight. You'll continue to get more and more anomalies, day in and day out. You'll be forced to perform even more humiliating tasks for companies far more powerful than you and then what? What's the end goal?Is there one? Do you even want an end goal? Or would you rather keep pulling the boulder up the hill, O Vincent?Well, until you figure out what you're going to make of yourself, a recap is in order.You managed to successfully pitch your CIGARETTE MOLD product to ARC, earning you a guaranteed source of revenue for the rest of your tenure here. Granted, you're almost certain you could've gotten a better deal, but the upside is that you managed to impress some figureheads from some SPONSORSHIP COMPANIES.You tracked down a crazed occultist who was trying to get into contact with the HEART. Good news, he didn't contact the HEART! Bad news, he accidently manifested the anomaly equivalent of anti-matter! At least you managed to contain the 'anomaly' before it fully manifested.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6484329>Bond with THE OTHER SIDE. You know its language now. Maybe you can get actual progress done on it. (-0 TIME TOKENS)>Deal with the STATIC ANGLERFISH. Can't be too safe with this bugger. (-0 TIME TOKENS)>Contact KLEANE. You want to discuss ways about how you can bail them out. (+1 TIME TOKEN)>Contact U.E.D. They might got some insight into RDG's batshit crazy 'ideology'. (-0 TIME TOKENS)
>>6484329> Make healing sandwiches.> Write in: Check in with Ashton, Edward, and SACA on their injuries, and heal/repair them as needed.>Examine all of those weird samples you got from LORD OF MOLD. (-1d2 TIME TOKENS. Offers you some insight into your CIGARETTE MOLD product.)We really should get that done before the LORD OF MOLD visits us.>Cobble together prototype products out of your various samples. (-1 TIME TOKEN. Will provide an assortment of prototypes to refine.)Perhaps with some focus on memory-based items like the STATIC POLLEN, since Anthony's visiting us soon?
>>6484329>Examine all of those weird samples you got from LORD OF MOLD. (-1d2 TIME TOKENS. Offers you some insight into your CIGARETTE MOLD product.)If LORD OF MOLD will also arrive, this will bolster our position as the moldman>Grow some WIRE FLOWERS. (-1d2-1 TIME TOKEN, unlocks a RESEARCH action.)I want to get the most out of these too. They're nifty things>Deal with the STATIC ANGLERFISH. Can't be too safe with this bugger. (-0 TIME TOKENS)I do not want to lose this guy. I am telling you we need to harvest more from him. The military would KILL for what STATIC BLOOD and STATIC SCALES can do.>Use up your Obscura Syrah to make healing sandwichesAlways good to restock
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>>6484329>>Study the unconscious 199X and DEERFOX SHADE. You're interested as to how they're still, you know, around. (-1d2-1 TIME TOKENS)>Write in? Make some healing stew and get everyone topped up.>Fabricate some new lenses to slot over MAD WORLD. What kind of strange things could you see if you messed with the lenses? (-1 TIME TOKEN, DC 70, +24 to roll.)>Interview Ashton once she wakes, for the sake of finishing BLACKWELL's sponsorship. (-1 TIME TOKEN. Completes a sponsorship!)
Hello everyone I'm a nimrod looking for adventures! This will be full of magic, goblin slaying, devilish sorceresses, and dungeon delving. You start in a dungeon. The gods are real, and they can speak to you. We will see the world if you survive long enough..Rules: Years long d&d DM, new to quest please be patient with rules.You may form parties of up to six (OPTIONAL)Race is currently optional with humans assumed.Hardcore death. Protip: Ask yourself who you trust!Don't be a dickFighting:>Unarmed. You do d2+str bonus damage per punch if you have no weapons equipped.Dagger 1d3+str bonusSword etc: 1d6Shield is unarmedARMOR GIVES ARMOR CLASS (DM can calc)Your Proficiencies:Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 7 (1d20)>>6478354In case I have to roll or something
Here's the room
>>6478711Props for not using AI
Yes I'm loving the imagery so far your necromancer is sooo cute <3You have advantage to stealth which means you rolla d20 again! Good luck.
Rolled 10 (1d20)>>6479689Ok, another roll
