We are the remnants. There was a time when our tribe didn't live in darkness. Indeed, there was a great portal of light that allowed our people to traverse between this hell, and the riches of the outside world now unimaginable to our children. Once upon a time, we came to this cursed hole to feed on the bountiful detritus still here, not knowing it was potentially a tomb we'd be trapped in forever.Now, after The Collapse, we've been cut off not only from the light of the outside world, but from our leaders, friends and families, as well. Will we ever see the light again? Will our tribe be stuck in this darkness forever?Our attention turns to crackling sounds from our slipshod nursery, where our newest nymphs begin breaking out of their eggs' membranes. A mixture of fear and hope wells up in the elders watching the glorious spectacle, and we quickly make a decision. We're making our way out of The Collapse.What tribe do we hail from?>The Smokybrowns - An aggressively invasive and sadistically wise tribe known for their adept flight capabilities, as well as their ability to create clones of themselves through parthenogenesis.>Rhinoceros Tribe - A typically solitary and peaceful tribe composed of the strongest and most industrious roaches in the world, capable of digging deep with their large, armored bodies to build extravagant burrows.>Croton Clan - A rowdy and cowardly tribe composed of miniscule fellows who smell awful, pillage and fuck non-stop, and occasionally settle their many disputes (and rumbling tummies) through the art of cannibalism.>Write-in
>>6065316>Massive tectonic shifts caused earthquakes that rushed the world into war, resulting in a nuclear holocaust of nearly everything above ground. It seems the world's creatures are trying to rebuild from the rubble - we can do the same!
>>6065316>A technological mastermind has created several inventions that eliminate the possibility of life on the surface. Anything that the light of the outside touches, dies nearly instantly. We must dig our way back into Hell and the Endless Tunnel to find a solution!
>>6065321>>6065346>>6065516>>6065772locked in, updating later tonight or tomorrow
Every species is capable of experiencing absolute societal collapse. Results may vary. This time, the downfall of one species led to the permanent altering of the earth that all share. Most animals met extinction with a puzzled look. Some survived to write a new story. Like us. After the last nymph is accounted for, we march out of Hell and into an oppressive, misty, grey-blue, forested island ecosystem that feels like home already. Nutrients and toxins our tribe hasn't imbibed since before The Collapse flood our systems, first from the smoky air, then the random liquids dripping on the ground, then the exotic detritus that grows and decays bountifully in the ripe humidity of this wasteland. Luckily, gorged bellies march just as fast empty ones in the Rhinoceros Tribe. Pungent tropical flowers, mysterious oozing green berries and writhing soil mites only further invigorate us to press forward. Nightfall comes, and we have even less to fear. Nothing can stop the charge of the Rhinos. Shrubbery thins into a great clearing, and the loam becomes sandier and sandier. The clouds vanish, replaced only by thin air, the stars, and purple-black.We soon find ourselves approaching a monolith in the moonlight. Four rounded rubber legs mount the shiny-ish orange skeleton of a massive metal beast off of the ground. It lies torn open, with its insides exposed, showing its last meal: a burnt-black piece of human charcoal. The monolith emits an irritating but non-threatening noise from inside its gutted innards. Chipped-Shell leads a small sortie to secure the scene before we all move in to extract resources. There is some interesting food in the cracks of the "Ford Explorer", but not much else worth staying for. The beeping noise becomes so loud inside that Chipped-Shell commands the portly roach Chomp-Chomp to find and stop that noise. Chomp-Chomp used to be a nervous and timid fellow, but his isolation in the darkness has since turned him into the type of roach that eats fear and defecates hellfire. He scurries in the direction of the noise: the back chamber of the beast's leather stomachs. He discovers the desiccated corpse of a nameless roach wearing identifiers from the rival tribe known as The Brown Band. It has a blinking, green light attached to a device on its antenna. Chomp-Chomp moves in to eat the rival tribe member's face, when the blinking device leaps off of the Brown Band antenna and onto the chunky foot of Chomp-Chomp! Chomp-Chomp hisses and retreats in confusion, but not pain or fear. Chipped-Shell checks on his comrade, who is staring single-mindedly at his foreleg and alternating his musing antennae. A strange language comes from the device through the weak voice of a non-roach species: "Welcome to your braaaand-new HissBoy! To navigate your..." It drones on and on and on for minutes, mentioning secondary weapon loadouts, which screen to go to to turn the voice actors' volume down, and what button to press in order to level up.
Whatever all that means. Anyway, the HissBoy has stopped beeping and now displays an image on its screen, with a flashing roach icon next to a nearby doohickey labelled in an alphabet we can't read. Neat!The tribe regathers by one of the rubber feet of the downed animal, and discusses this curious discovery for a few seconds, before being interrupted by the familiar sounds of eating and chittering. It's chow time - for someone. We look around, and the head count is complete - the survivors of Hell aren't eating anything... So who is?Following the noise leads us to a nearby smell that instantly raises the antennae. Lovely hints of moist dung waft into the ol' factories of the giant burrower clan. Saliva drips from our mandibles as our bodies anticipate even more detrivoral digestion. We turn the corner and see a familiar face sitting on and eating from a throne of feces. It's Digs-Alone!Umber-Shield recognizes and calls out to Digs-Alone, a roach that was trapped in Hell with us not long ago. Digs-Alone must have successfully burrowed out of The Endless Tunnels on his own! [Roach Rolling:]>But who is brother Digs-Alone, now that he's escaped Hell? What happens next in this situation?>(Optional) Other actions?>Write-inComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
https://file.io/YIwvSxo0yz0cI will share other files as I go through them but after the encoded part is decoded and posted by you guys.Now you all know how to ask me to return.
The world of Jade Bead (玉珠) is an unimaginably vast realm overflowing with pure potential, or Qi (齊). Most of this is held by the spirits, beasts, and immortals who've learned to harness Qi to strengthen themselves, cultivators (耕耘者)! Cultivators make up an extremely small percentage of the population, and immortals are even rarer. Most cultivators who reach for immortality will never get it. Even talented geniuses born to martial sects with constant instruction and incredible resources struggle to climb the mountain.You are not a talented genius born into a martial sect. You're an average nobody born to a family of poor rice farmers. You have only thing going for you under Heaven (天堂)...You have the soul of a thickheaded fool (傻子) and don't know when to quit!From the first time you heard about cultivators, you knew you wanted to be one and wouldn't listen to reason...
>>6067392>Take a seat on the floor. You will learn from Shun and build the beginnings of your foundation under him.Fuck the sects
>>6067392>Take a seat on the floor. You will learn from Shun and build the beginnings of your foundation under him.That was a good speech
>>6067392>Take a seat on the floor. You will learn from Shun and build the beginnings of your foundation under him.Shun still has more to teach me. What is a Golden Core? The name alone tantalizes me. In the end, I am a Thickheaded Fool, and must walk the path of the Thickheaded Fool. I will eschew wisdom and pursue Cultivation instead.
>>6067392>>Take a seat on the floor. You will learn from Shun and build the beginnings of your foundation under him.I won't be like you. I'll be better.(meaning in both cultivation and also morally)
>>6067392>Take a seat on the floor. You will learn from Shun and build the beginnings of your foundation under him.>"Master I shall learn. And hold my head up high! You have done evil things but I shall right your wrongs! This is a mans promise!"
>You are an Inspecter looking to find out the truth on the matter of Son Gohan being severely injured. His sister, Son Peppa, has not been injured, but may have some clue as to why her brother was injured. You will have to find out what she knows.>WARNING: This is an unofficial, unacknowledged, downright despised spinoff of Dragon Ball Tuffle Quest. By all means, familiarity with Tuffle Quest recommended but not required, however this spinoff will also feature topics such as bullying, abuse, self-harm, drug use, grief, suicidal ideation, grooming, violence, and rape.https://youtu.be/3s7lBElHbSYRelaying the events of the past month to us in the format of Film Reeled Flashbacks, Peppa recounts some incidents, first one where she kept getting hit in the head with balls. First volleyballs, then a medicine ball! And Erasa laughed at her! Rude!There was also evidence of a break-in to Peppa's locker in the girls locker-room, but the evidence left behind on the uniform strongly indicated that a boy was the culprit in the worst of ways. Peppa had to remove herself from the locker room immediately, and the feel of it reminded her of her past experience with the bodysnatcher Baby and his grey goo, which haunts her still.Peppa then went to the Infirmary, and caught up on things with her cousin, the Ox Princess Izumi Mahogany, Izzy for short! From their talk, Peppa learned that Izzy's parents got her permission to skip PE so she could study, and that part of her new tutor's study method involved a special vitamin candy. A big part of why this candy is special is that on top of giving you laser focus, if the name "Izumi" is said in full it also has the effect of overflowing you with anxiety and chills until an injury is inflicted upon your body.During all of this, the Inspecter is trying to pin down a means and motive for the culprit of Gohan's brutalizing, but has no leads so far. As for who was behind the theft of Peppa's chocolate, there is speculation that it could be a jealous crush behind it, but there's also too much supernatural bobbityboo involved in the theft for it to be that simple. As to who is responsible for Izumi's situation... honestly, Izzy and her family? But yeah that tutor of hers could do with some looking into.Anyways when we last left off, Peppa was walking home from school and ran into a killer cyborg boy who is on a revenge quest! And as for his target...
>>6064596what ? couldn't she just drop it and fight them, then ?
“But that don't make a lick of- cough," the boy cuts himself off to clear his throat, and continues in a more robotic, “That makes no sense. If she was able to fight them off, then she would have. But instead she had to rely on the help of This Here Violent Savior! ...and Master Monkey!"“Yeah, that sure was a fright!” Cookie admits, wringing her chef hat. “Nothing worse than losing out on a day’s work of gathering ingredients, ahaha... Thanks for rushing in when you did!” She bows in gratitude.“You’re welcome!" Peppa chirps before going back to eating."...you're welcome?" The confused boy can't compute, so he whispers to Peppa, "I don't get it?"Still eating, Peppa responds telepathically, "She would have lost her stuff in the fighting. Just look at that mess you made back there." Behind her, she can sense a bunch of felled trees, the smoking remnants of bushes, and some sizable divets in the earth where life is absent. "Whoa!" the boy gasps, pointing a metal finger in shock. "A ventriloquist!""Heh!" Peppa snorts. "Then that makes you the dummy!""Oi!"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
A dinosaur looms over the cart. It sniffs at the air, then snorts, shooting out gouts of evil mist.https://youtu.be/EFl86t8EjfU...Peppa turns back to her remaining food bowl, and sets her chopsticks down. With a sigh, she excuses herself from her seat, and stands tall in the face of this predator.https://youtu.be/g3rIFjCVawc The dinosaur's roar is near deafening, and with it spews out more of that mist!Only for the wave to be deflected with the spin of her power pole.Peppa and the Devil Tyranno regard each other for an instant, looking for an opening.>A. Peppa's feeling the pain of losing her meal, and it's brought a thought on. "Hey kid, wanna see something cool?" Turn into a Super Saiyan, handle it yourself.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6065435>B. "Hey kid, here's another notch for your belt. Don't worry, I'll stick by you this time. Should be easy, my mom defeated one of these when she was 8." No train, no gain!missed this yesterday, zam
>>6066644Thanks for voting, big zam! Not to worry, it matched my pace! oof, I should probably pick up the pace then! Updating asap.So with akun, that's 4 votes for B. Writing!
Another boring shift at the convenience store. Being a part-timer sucks. When school ends you get to watch all the other boys and girls head out to cafes to hang out or study, or sneak off into some abandoned building to smoke cigs and fool around. The nerds slink away from school to avoid their bullies and convene at the PC cafe's and play Leader Legends, and the jocks stay at the gym to practice with their team. You don't even get to be a bullied nerd. You're no one. Just a wallflower who has to go to work as soon as school ends. Your life is work, school, sleep, work, school, sleep, work, school, sleep, with the occasional morning on the weekends to sleep in. But your parents are flat broke. Two deadbeats who live off the government's teat and treat you like you don't even exist. Your older sibling ran away as soon as they were old enough, and you're not far behind them, you figure. Anyway, long story short, your parents don't have jack, so that's why you're working at this shitty convenience store. This evening at the store has been quieter than normal. In fact, you don't think there's been a single customer all night. Even the bums who normally scrape together enough change to buy a box of cigarettes haven't popped in, which makes it feel like your shift is dragging on. You sit behind the cash register, staring at the clock and wishing that you could somehow make time move faster. The isolation, the fluorescent lighting, the monotonous hum of the air conditioner put you in an almost hypnotic state, and you start to get some premonition: right now you're experiencing the calm before the storm. Soon your life is going to change forever. You start reflecting on who you are.You are a...>Boy>GirlYou have an older...>Brother>SisterYou always carry a...>Pocket Knife>Box of fire-crackers and lighterComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6065232Oh shit. Before you can decide whether or not to cheese it, a guy, maybe a few years older than you, with a blonde pompadour enters the living and gives you a shocked look."Who are you? Where is Dr. Hastings?!" He asks, sounding almost as scared as you are. The apartment is cramped, certainly not a luxury apartment, but not a cheap one either. There's no television, and instead books are stacked up on shelves and the ground all around the walls and behind the furniture. A table is in the center of the room covered in paper that looks heavily annotated. Unfortunately, you don't have time to notice much else, you gotta figure out how to deal with this guy. >Be up front, tell him Dr. Hastings is dead, you found his body and came here for safety. >Lie, tell him Dr. Hastings sent you to give him a message to meet him somewhere. >Just turn around and leave, this guy will probably never trust you. >Write in.
>>6065239>He is dead and I couldn't do anything, you need to find out what this statue does it might be humanity's last hope
>>6065239>>He is dead and I couldn't do anything, you need to find out what this statue does it might be humanity's last hope
>>6065570>>6066133You stand staring at the man like a deer in headlights. "Well?" The man approaches you, sounding more scared than hostile. "Where is Dr. Hastings?""Um... Uh..." You begin stammer. "Get in here." The man grabs you by the arm and pulls you into the apartment, locking the door behind you. "It's not safe outside." He lets out a long sigh and his shoulders relax. "Now look, I don't mean to scare you, but if you haven't noticed, the situation outside is serious. Dr. Hastings was supposed to be back hours ago. If you know something, I implore you to tell me."The man's earnest demeanor makes you feel a bit guilty about leaving this Doctor guy behind. You were pretty sure he was dead but, you didn't even check. "I'm sorry but I-" Your voice catches in your throat. "I'm pretty sure that guy is dead." It's easier not to say his name. You've only ever known him as a corpse, and acknowledging his humanity will only make the guilt bear down on you even harder. He stands stunned for a moment before falling back onto the sofa and putting his head into his hands. "I-I had a feeling... I told him not to go." He says sullenly, before picking his head up and staring at you with a frown. "What, so you looted his body or something is that it?"Well.. yeah, it is! But it's not like you'd normally do something like that. The situation has gotten a little crazy out there if he hasn't noticed!!!! Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6066870Oh, right! Now you have to tell him your name. You're not used to people caring who you are. "I-I'm Jane. Dawson."“Nice to meet you, Jane. I wish it were under better circumstances. I am-" He winces, "Was one Dr. Hasting’s graduate students. He was an archeologist. To be honest, a bit of a fringe one. But brilliant nonetheless.” He waves his hands around beginning to ramble, a habit of his, you’ve noticed. “I can’t tell you that we can put the toothpaste back into the tube on this, but I think Dr. Hastings was on to something that might be a material aid, at the very least, to surviving this mess.”For the first time since you left the convenience store, you think about Gabriel. Is this related to that? Gabriel seemed to think that there was some way to put an end to all of this. Does that mean you should tell Eric about that? Would he even believe you? As you silently ponder that, Eric continues, “Now, I can’t imagine you want to go back out there, but if you do, I won’t stop you. You can even stay the night to plan your next steps.” He sighs, “If you want, however, you can go with me to figure out the mystery of this thing.” He picks up the idol.Your plan from here?>Team up with Eric, help him find this temple>Plan to go your own way, you don’t have time to help this guy with his schizo-questIf going your own way, what are your plans:>Try to find any kind of enclave of society where you can find some relative normalcy. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
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>>6067313>With the drone in place, you can begin disconnecting the human processors immediately, as you now have, for the lack of a better term, a pair of hands to use. Undoubtedly you are the only one capable of preserving the lives of these poor people.I am adamant in my opposition to human sacrifice.>More manufacturing, naturally. Proper manufacturing. A small one, but permanent. It will take quite a bit of time to build it as you have to be careful about it.We need more drones.
>>6067313>>6067468>support
>Strategic AnalysisDiplomatic outreach to Xandreirah Sector likely to yield high strategic efficiency, especially if Xandreirah is pressed by Ork encroachment.Possibility of gambit detected on world designated Eregenus. Orks are drawn to intense and protracted battlefields. An allied attack on Eregenus with Xandreiran Military could draw Orks away from world designated Valicriyo, allowing for counter-attack on Valicriyo. Gambit likely to increase bond with Xandreirah Sector while at the same time depleting their capacity to attack us as a fight with the Orks will tie up all military assets.A strafing by superior Deimean Fleet of any hulks in Valicriyo-space likely to yield swift victory. A surface bombardment of the world with simple asteroid and comet material towed by the frigates of the Deimean Fleet would devastate the Orks for the legions landing to initiate a clean sweep of Ork bioforms and a promethean sterilization of the world.
>>6067313>More manufacturing, naturally. Proper manufacturing. A small one, but permanent. It will take quite a bit of time to build it as you have to be careful about it.>Start building a small fusion reactor, you are going to need the energy if you cannot tap into the primary source.Celt be rolling in his grave, seeing us called servant.
>>6067486Did you forget that everyone in the Xandrirah system is dead? The eldar threw a continent at Secundus and turned everything on Prime to ash.
Previous Threadhttps://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/5962747/=============Recap: You are on a train, leading to the king's castle, and hopefully, to the conclusion of your quest. You also found out that Snikt is going to turn into a full-on dragon after all, though she killed her "inner dragon". Your decision in regards to this information is to let her... with precautions.=============There is a pause...And then she quietly says:"D-dragon. I wanna be big."Well... you suppose that makes sense. What kobold wouldn't want to become what is essentially a god to them? But, you're not about to let this go on without some precautions. You love Snikt, you trust her. The absolute last thing that you ever want to experience is seeing her turn into something that you can't love or trust any more. But, you have a solution to that very problem."So... Snikt. I'm going to help you every step of the way. As long as I am able, you'll become that which you want to be but... what do want to be?""I... I-"You're losing her already, you specify:"Let me... be more specific. What kind of dragon would you want to be? Would you take revenge on those that were cruel to you before?"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6064989>Both options, as necessary I don't see why we can't do both. Calm her down, ask again, and pull rank if she refuses. As for why we don't want to transform...>Ask Pink of SHE wants to become a dragon, or why she wants to remain 'justa kobolt'If she can't put words to it, she knows how we feel. We can rationalize it one way or the other and I'm still okay with going dragon eventually but we like being human. We like who we are, inside and out. It took a while, but we don't want to lose that, or the ability to interact normally with our own kind.
>>6064989>>Calm her down. Bring things back down to earth.No long posts with good words tonight guys, I am cooked after hitting my PB on squats for 350 lbif need be we should give her some time to think it over rather than make it an order, we still have time anyway, so no need to rush this and force it on her. I worry that if we do it could lead her to resent us for forcing the task on her. No, it's better to let her have some space to think it over after we calm her down. I also have no good words to explain why we need to remain human other than our humanity is as central to us as her need to serve her dragon, we could no more turn our back on it than she could forsake her dragon.
>>6065317I don't think someone who clearly venerates the kobolt/dragon relationship as Pink does would resent an order.
>>6065035If we can do a bit of both, sure, but can we actually take that approach?
>>6064989>>6065035 is me, and I fabour a stern approach if we have to choose.>>6066023We've tried being soft about this, and takking her into it. This is an old conversation at this point. At a certain stage, we have to put our foot down as a dragon.
A hostile environment and a slave harem. Will you be able to survive?Most scientists had initially predicted the arrival of AGI by the summer of 2028. The prevailing belief was that AGI would swiftly evolve into ASI, leading to a cataclysmic event known as the Singularity. The only conceivable salvation for humanity rested on a grim choice: either the immediate death of all AI researchers, or the abrupt annihilation of mankind.The transition unfolded with astonishing speed. Initially, artificial intelligence ushered in a golden age of wonders, yet humans struggled to adapt. Unemployment rates soared as people found themselves rapidly rendered obsolete. The Luddite Party emerged, leading violent anti-government protests worldwide, as a symptom of the mounting discontent. Concurrently, new AI-engineered drugs began circulating, transforming people into hordes of zombies and mutants. Just one year after the ascent of the Luddite Party, global civilization crumbled. This is the year 2032, and the Singularity has been temporarily averted.You are a member of the Hedonist Faction: the 0.0001%ers known for their early involvement in cryptocurrency mining and trading, the only surviving form of currency post-collapse. You've secured a fortified mansion on Shikoku Island to live out your remaining days. Life expectancy is astoundingly short now, and as a Hedonist, your sole focus is the pursuit of life's most exquisite pleasures.In this world, traditional prostitution no longer exists due to the prevalence of strange diseases. Instead, Hedonists generally assemble their own harem, featuring the most beautiful and exotic women. These women are either those that were captured before the collapse, remote Luddites ensnared by slave traders, or in rare instances, purified mutants. The mutant fuckers never live long, though.Only three regions remain untouched by mutants: the Ryukyu Islands, where the Keyence Corporation is headquartered; Polynesia, which is still under the control of its pre-collapse governments; and a few islands in Indonesia, either inhabited by savage tribes or colonized by Luddites. Beyond these sanctuaries, the world has plunged into a chaotic and unrecognizable apocalypse.You are Marcus Bradbury, former NEET, early Bitcoin miner, and now a financier and investor in the post-collapse economy.>Choose two NEET traits [Write in]Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6062729>We love ships. Ships are the best.Fun fact: the property has a stained glass window picturing a ship at the top of the entrance stairs.
>>6063836We need our own pleasure ship. It'll be huge.
OP ?
>>6064727>Implying OP ever planned to run anything at all>Implying he wasn't a dumb autismo doing the rookie mistakes of extensive early choices without providing context to any of them
One day... one day simeone won't flake
What kind of life did you live so far? Uneventful. Boring. Ordinary. To push yourself for a dedication, occupation or hobby you don't really know how its like. You just are.All that doesn't matter in the forever it took for now to pass. Like deer in headlights, your life passed by as you're caught out on the street towards collision.SMACK. You splay out on the hood of the car. You look up at the windshield. There was no driver. As if on realization, the car screeches to a stop, sending you off further onto the street. You take a deep breath. Nothing seems to be wrong. A few more to be sure. You're... Uninjured? Arising, you note that the car's front seemed to have shown more damage than you are. Getting close to the driver's side, you see no sign that anyone was ever there. No brick on the pedals or even a key in the ignition. Almost overlooking an obvious requirement, the car doesn't even have license plates. There is a note on the driver's seat. The window was rolled down, making access easy.>"Sorry, it's not your fault. There's a girl, monochromatic, save for her piercing amber eyes. If you see her, turn around and run."That was all there was to read. All this to tell you that. Further investigation of the car yielded nothing. Trunk is empty, and no way to entertain the idea of taking this for yourself without any way to start it. Uneasiness creeps in, no thanks to the contents of the note. What's easier to take in? That fact that you might now be a victim of the supernatural, or that you're currently walking off a car accident? The way back home was peaceful, and you soon find yourself back in the safety of home. Sleeping in, you wake up late in the afternoon, as if recent events was just a distant dream. The note crumpled up around your desk is proof otherwise, having took it with you.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6063815Writing.
>>6063741“Hello?”You picked up. Silence was on the line, Siesta is still trying to contact you, but that isn’t breaking the call. Calud isn’t responding, but suddenly, you’re not so sure it’s him.>”Issac, Issac, Issac~” A quiet whisper wears out your name in song, and then laughter, gradually ramping up to roaring and maniacal. You don’t want to interrupt, or rather can’t. Voice catching in your throat, you manage to power through. It’s her. Had to be.“Who are you?”The laughter stops abruptly. Silence. You make out footsteps, and stop idling about on the phone. Make yourself harder to find, hopefully.>”Just like everyone else. Guess.”No idea where to start, and you’re not going to entertain this kind of game.“What do you want with me?”>”I have an answer, you’re not getting it, Issac. Figure it out, or not. I’ll catch you all the same, Issac.”This is proving to be a waste of time. One more question before you hang up on her.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6064638Your own phone is starting to get low as well, so for now you refrain from digging though more contacts. But now what? Nothing makes a lick of sense, loads of questions and no answers. A nameless stalker wanting to do god knows what to you, home outright gone, and you’re not even sure anymore if you are who you think you are. Piled up frustrations led you to just stomp the pavement, and your foot goes through. What used to be solid ground gives way and crumbles to nothing. Crouching down to get a better look, there really is a lack of anything at all. A dry, pale void, and the people around you acknowledge there's a hole here, but hardly seem to react to what’s in it.“How can you guys just walk around this like it’s anything normal?”No response. Taking a bit of rock, you drop it down. Nothing happens to it except gravity, it falls until it’s out of eyesight. The hole patches itself up, concrete regrowing just like that.Wasting enough time lingering here, you continue off. Your foot doesn’t hurt at all from doing this. You want to affirm who you are, and hope that powers beyond you are just mucking everything about. Seems as good a plan as any right now.>I’m freed up. Siesta seems to know more, so it’s time to try calling back, again.>Vaguely recalling graduation, I should go to school and look at the academic records.>Act up. Things clearly aren’t normal, so see just what the limits of everything are.>Write-In
>>6064639>Vaguely recalling graduation, I should go to school and look at the academic records.
Due to a lack of foresight by me just winging it, it has become impossible for me to use the concept as I wanted to. This thread is effectively abandoned but I do want to restart it when I actually work things out.Maybe by then I'll save up enough to quit my job while looking for another. RIP.
God has gone mad!Overestimating his own longevity, he continued to postpone the well earned day of judgment. And time, in its rightful way of corroding all it dares touch, malformed the entrails of his head. Obsessed and enamored with the mortar of minced meat he created, prolonging it for so long, that the immemorial hair in his endless beards turned sallow and white, like the loose skin of his fingers.Now decrepit, drunk, tired, and loveless, God has at last succumbed to dementia. And without sense the world was ruled; Babel returned from the Grave, now with a new tower, and he built it in the first Irish city he found. And seeing the fresh weather of the island, envious and dried by the rotten heat, Mohave stood and settled in the new metropolis.The lunacies of God brought an erratic chaos to everything, and yet, the transition of reality was so slow, so gentle, so hard to perceive by the nervous system of the world, that no one seemed to notice. Humans in particular didn't seem to manifest suffering from the madness just yet, it seems as if long ago they had forgotten what God was like.You are a person living in the Irish desert of Mohave, the Red metropolis. Perhaps you were slightly less imbecile, or perhaps God forgot how to be senile while reviewing your file, for one reason or another you are aware that reality has shifted, it's just you can't really recall how things used to be.In your eyes the terrible memories whisper torments without source. You remember the tower of Babel, God raping Gabriel, you recall everything that is as if it had always been, and yet, you are certain that reality has changed. No one seems to notice that things go from bad to worse, no one seems to care that the world has gone mad, no one cares about the thunder, the illness of forgetting, the wind of madness, no one. Being the only sane one, you become the endeared interest of a lonely and drunken God, wanting someone, anyone, to dare and see him.
>>6061358>>6062714Ill take this as Ask first and gtfo after, since its an even vote
>>6064640Caged deathmatch for only one to survive?
>>6062714>>6061358>>Continue asking questions>"I died ? No i remember to be alive.">"Why you are not a rock then ?"— Animal, animal; what animal! what insipid water! what water so water! what an ammoniac urine! — You cut me, and i fell on you; are you not only tongueless but deaf? like shit beneath the boot, i said. Thats what you were; in the reality dreamnt, in the dream that became reality, and reality that refused to be.— Why are you alive? why am i not rock? and why is it that you speak such borrowed words?— I am the dream that wasn't. I am the reality that remains; the last of my kin, the last, as far as my roots may reach.So many words, so many incoherence, the trunk's disgraces were barely understood by your asleep ears; as you heard more and more of them, you felt as if its tongue became confused, as if its mouth wasn't there, as if Babel's tower had risen once again.Eventually, the tree you killed in your dreams ceased to speak altogether, so much disdain and revengeful insults were blurred into a concept within your brain, someone who was angry at you for something you did. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6063975>>6064023Ill think about what to do about these two.>>6064284Is this the same drunk from the first part?We can continue your quest
>>6066139>> Inspect the locket
On the star of Velekam, the small eye of the world god known as the continent Vinstraga, the outskirts of the capital of the Archduchy, Strosstadt in Strossvald, a young woman from nowhere tries her best to sail the sea of fates in a place most unfamiliar to her.Challenged to fight when wreathed in weakness, battle refuses to wait for her strength to return. There is no path but to seek victory- and insist to herself of the inevitability of that war’s conclusion. The stakes are everything- if she cannot fight and win for what she wishes, then how else can she take her dreams?An unspoken curse of judgment upon humanity from its God, if true freedom can only be found in conquest. Or is living so simply dressing oneself in chains?-----You are Anya Nowicki. That name was all you were given from the one who had brought you into this world- and you would have discarded it in a moment if those most precious to you did not find a hundred times more value in it than you ever had. You were demanded, commanded, even if by none but yourself, to take that name and make it worthy of having been saved by the man who in a righteous world should have been the greatest legend in history.That sort of lofty aspiration was easy to latch onto when you were young, and easy to let slip away over the years as you grew no closer to that aspiration. Yet it had still been in your heart when the days came that the ruler of this land and others had no choice but to recognize your deeds. Should you be proud, you had to wonder, or was that not nearly enough? Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6065939Piggybacking off of this >>6065438, is the Academy also a tertiary institution à la West Point for officer cadets, or is the course more like OCS and purely focused on commissioning?
>>6066142>is the Academy also a tertiary institution à la West Point for officer cadets, or is the course more like OCS and purely focused on commissioning?The Academy itself is a university- though it pulls double duty because the course Anya is enrolled in is focused on the latter rather than full course. Comparatively, what Richter went through was much more like the former.Normally such a place wouldn't be used for something as plain as officer candidate advancement, but given that Anya is a specialist, the most suitable place for said specialty is where to place her.
Tonight's another work night, and I'm feeling pretty wretched tonight anyways, so I'll have to push back another day.To try and make up for it, I have the first pair of rendered swimsuit images...from last year, but still. I wanted to wait until all of them were done and get them all out at once, but here we are.Strossvald has no sea on its borders, and while rivers and lakes and ponds are held within, swimming is not a common skill. Bathhouses abound though, and are particularly popular luxury destinations for those with the coin to afford the exclusivity. Archduchy modesty precludes the nude bathing that, for example, mountainfolk would think little of, but bathing suits are still a matter of fashion- and by extension, potential titillation- in Archduchy Bathhouse Culture. The white tone of Maddalyn's garb here is not so modest when wet, suffice it to say.Meanwhile, though the Reich and Halmeggia both are both more nautical and less modest than the Archduchy, the popular Atom Suit was never designed for proportions such as the Queen of Halmeggia Edelina Von Halm-Auric. Her pale complexion and shy demeanor would mean that the scanty fashion of the beach would usually be never donned nor even thought about- but rumor has it that a specialist was hired to design a "royal harness" and to make some sacrifice towards the Queen's hesitancy, a sheer robe was allowed. Ostensibly to take advantage of the queen's youth and health to encourage support for her, alas, it is only a rumor, as the harness has never been seen, let alone worn by the young queen...
>>6066838nice work tanq
>>6066838You know maybe monarchies ain't all that bad after all.
Rolled 60, 68 = 128 (2d100)You are Badao Hamigua. Your name is known far and wide as the Thrice Blessed Spicy Immortal Emperor who achieved the furthest Realm Beyond Heaven. Your manor grounds extended seven hundred and forty-seven thousand times the length of the universe in each direction from your palace, a distance you could travel in but the span of two steps. Jade beauties assembled in your garden with the grace of seventeen quintillion and three neatly trimmed flowering apple shrubs. You possessed such wealth that gold flowed from your coffers like water in the Euphrates, that purest white jade could be used like a common paving stone.All of it, meaningless. The endless riches, the infinity of living space, the once delightful naked bosoms of the women who swore to you their endless devotion... in the end, all of that is meaningless. You wanted for nothing, none could oppose you, and with but a thought you shattered through every realm of cultivation and ascended to a divinity that stood beyond divinity. But none of it matters.You have seen Mount Tai and you have found it wanting."I am going on journey," you tell the women serving as your pillows. Yang Li and the ever-youthful Roxanne, the finest jewels of your collection and the most faithful among your women. They alone hold such devotion in their loyal hearts that you need not bind their hearts with the power of the Seventy Third Curse of the Crowing Rooster. One tight and lithe, the other soft and ever-bountiful, both of their hearts belong to you. "I mean to cast my soul upon the wheel of Samsara once more, to a realm that cannot cultivate. I know not when I shall return.""We shall keep the other women in line, my darling lord~" Yang Li assures you. Her ample bosom presses cradles your head, her golden hair tickling her brow. "Any worthless soul who thinks she can forsake her duties because her master is not about... ufufufu~""We'll punish them and send you the memories!" Roxanne chirps from her place upon your lap. Her hair is vibrant as the sky, her body small and lithe compared to Yang Li's bountiful and motherly figure... yet she is no less blessed with womanly beauty. A tomboyish beauty, for sure, but that is your childhood friend's charm. A devious smile curls upon her lips. "I'd bet you'd like that, my sweet canteloupe~ You know how Yang gets when she has someone to punish..."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6063551>Urban FantasyZZZ made it the new hotness. Capitalize.
>>6063551>>Urban fantasy
Rolled 57 (1d100)2-100 is male, I ain't no tranny.
Rolled 21, 50 = 71 (2d100)>Urban fantasy
Your name is RONALD "MAC" MCDONALD. You and your two friends, DENNIS REYNOLDS and CHARLES "CHARLIE" KELLY own 46 percent of PADDY'S PUB, a bar the three of you bought way back when. You think you live a pretty SWEET LIFE bartending at Paddy's while sharing an apartment with Dennis. You've had your UPS (banging some choice puss) and your DOWNS (your friends discovering said puss belonged to a transgender woman who still had her penis), but your LIFE remains pretty SWEET.WEBSITEhttps://baneofjustin.questSUPTGhttps://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=baneqm
>>6061996Ok
>>6062076>I don't remember this being a part of the show at allIt will be now.
>>6061996This
>>6061984>Get Dennis to lose his cool.>>6061996>>6062044 (Stud Buds)>>6062076>>6063393>>6063412>Add Cricket to the call. (Cricket for hire)>>6062029Honestly wouldn't have minded some Cricket action, but even so, writing!
dead quest
You are Fiona Jarnafeldt, and it has become obvious to you that one of your agents is not coming back. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U-lG0HpkcYkIt's been about a week since you led an expedition to find a route through the forests around Helsinki from which supplies are smuggled into the stormdrains, and one of your agents, L1 Shimizu Yoshimitsu, was pretty injured. You figured he had just lost respect for you and spent time away to avoid having to deal with your apologizing, but after talking to people as the days go by, it comes to the Stormwatch's attention that the door to his sleeping pod has not been operated in six days. Within a few hours, a week's worth of footage from every camera is scanned and ratified that he has not appeared on any camera that is connected to Finland's federal security system stored right inside Stormwatch HQ. Popular theories from the security clerks that talked to you suggest he probably used his fishing trip as a ploy to get a chance to find his way into the Undercity. They hazard a guess that it was never his intention to stay in the Stormwatch, but to use the knowledge of operating here to find something; a common occurrence they say, but they refuse to declassify how many times it has happened. His identity seemed legitimate, but would need further verification between the government of his homeland to really make sure.All this doesn't help you feel any better.Aside from your personal worries, the Stormwatch is preparing itself for a big mission. It's called "Operation Kekripukki." Upon the first day of winter, a high ranking Stormwatch agent will try and bargain with the Undercity to bring Lorppo, the terrible Jotunn responsible for killing many L3 and L2 agents several months ago, out to duel. If they do not comply, almost the entire Stormwatch will mobilize to sack the Undercity, an event where you were assured you would have the best chance of earning your L3 promotion. If they do comply, then Lorppo will be killed. You aren't cleared to be made aware of how they are going to kill Lorppo. They just assure you that he can be killed now.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6067001>Engage and wear it down (9d6t5)>+Taze (-1 Target Successes, 9/10 Charges)
>>6067026+1>>6067022I wanna get to 0d6 baseline bonus before we chug one
>>6067001>>Engage and wear it down (9d6t5)>>+Taze (-1 Target Successes, 9/10 Charges)
>>6067001>Bravely keep its head spinning (13d6t5)>+Taze (-1 Target Successes, 9/10 Charges)
>>6067001>Engage and wear it down (9d6t5)
There are those who are born with talent and those who are not. When you were young, you thought that you were one of those people with talent, but the reality is that you are just barely above average. And then there are people with talents that cannot be logically explained—the gifted; they appeared out of nowhere 12 years ago during a disaster called the soul contamination crisis. It has been estimated that there were over a thousand casualties due to people mutating into an aberrant state. While in this aberrant state, they would attack others without reason. There is a good chance you will know someone who had a friend or family member attacked by or turned into an aberrant. The gifted ended the crisis, and so a lot of people around here look up to them as heroes.Anyway, that is all in the past. Your life will be decided by how well you do in college. You may not be elite like the gifted, but you are good enough, or so you think."I didn't expect to catch you outside," you hear in a familiar voice. "Ran out of books to study?"You look behind you and see your friend Paul, whom you met as kids."I take breaks every now and then; I am busy and you are busy, so we don't see each other very often." You quickly explain this to your friend."Hey, I am just messing with you, bro." He replies. "Anyway, did you see that new commercial, the one with Johnny?""No, and I don't particularly care. He is just a showoff who wants to stay relevant to the world; I haven't even seen him use a gift; are you sure he still has it?" You ask him."Absolutely, because he is Johnny." He answers, "I bet his power has something to do with the sword that he always carries."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 58 (1d100)>>6063626>Run! (Roll 1d100)This might be the end. The Blade would certainly save itself, but it would be the last loss of humanity that I have been fighting this whole time. I have to risk it and believe in myself, and my own desire to live. If I fail and die here then so be it. I will never give up who I am to the Blade. I stay in the driver's seat, for better or worse. Deal with it, Blade.
>>6063774And you start running, and she starts chasing."YOU IDIOT, SHE IS GOING TO CATCH US AND I AM GOING TO DIE TOO!"Shut up demon voice, and besides, she has a sword for a leg, so I am bound to outrun her."YOU THOUGHT THAT AT FIRST TOO, AND THEN YOU GOT FUCKING SKEWERED!""APPEARANCES DO NOT MATTER, SKILLS DO, AND RIGHT NOW YOU DO NOT HAVE THE SKILLS FOR A FAIR FIGHT!"Well, it's not like he would fare any better."DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE ME. I AM SUPERIOR TO YOU IN EVERY WAY!"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6064769Nai.
Quest was dead on arrival because I am a massive fuck up, so I am going to disappoint the one person reading this and abandon the quest.Things I could have done better>NameThe name doesn't exactly tell you what you are in for, a better name would be something like monster reborn.>IntroDoesn't really hook people in, maybe start from the action instead.>Opening imageIts just lazy, even for my artlet standards.>SystemStats and level-ups might not be necessary for the type of quest I want to run. Allow the player to take one skill from a defeated enemy each day and give special advantages with number of kills. Give classes a better starting set of skills. Rework hit-rate and flanking mechanics
>>6065985>Things I could have done betterbetter OP image, it didn't communicate what your quest was aboutand yes, the name>introI generally don't like cold opens but it would have worked here>SystemSystem was too swingy, you need to put the heroes in a tree, then put the tree in a lightning storm, then set the tree on fire. Degrees of success and failure. One failed roll pretty much put us near death so that was going to inevitably happen eventually.
