You are Kai, a newly minted edgerunner trying to scrape by in Night City. Almost two weeks ago your father, an NCPD netrunner, was murdered under suspicious circumstances during a Cyberpsycho attack on Kabuki Marketplace. You’re out looking for answers. Answers and eddies. Eddies to pay for your several ill mother’s medical expenses, eddies for more gear, eddies for information, eddies for allies. Everything in Night City has a price, and everyone has secrets, especially your family. Dad was an Edgrerunner for decades in secret, and your Mom used to be a big corpo scientist for Biotechnica, running a whole genetic enhancement and cloning project you didn’t even know existed - or that you were a part of - until a few days ago. The only person you can fully trust is yourself… and perhaps Alice (Hlin), the ghostly AI that your netrunner father was working with in secret before they both got attacked on New Year’s Eve. The last couple of weeks have been busy with small jobs for the static Aldecaldo fixer Dakota, both solo and with other edgerunners, and right now you’re recovering from nearly getting flatlined trying to infiltrate a Raffen Shiv subnet. Ouch. You’re still one of the freshest faces around Night City's shadows for now, but all it takes to end that is a single bullet - This line of work is a meat grinder, and runners are the meat. 2076.01.012, 07:15Night City (Kabuki, your apartment)Sitting on your apartment’s worn old sofa, you munch on a plate of mind bendingly delicious cookies Vicky baked last night. Real chocolate, baked with care, still fresh enough to be almost gooey it is so soft but not crumbling apart… Maybe you did die during that last run, and this is heaven. Vicky is out handling some early morning biz, she just left a few minutes ago with a vest and her Metel, but you weren’t left alone in enjoying these wonderful baked goods. You’re never alone anymore. With every bite you take, Alice savors the flavors and textures as well, a second ghostly sensation radiating throughout your mind as you experience her pleasure at each bite as if it were your own. The cookies are twice as good in this strange gestalt state, and for once you really don’t mind it at all. There are benefits to existing spread between two minds it would seem, when you are acting in accord the intensity of your shared feeling and sensations is… fascinating, if a little worrying still. Your entanglement has deepened after your shared IC induced coma, but you’re determined to find a silver lining to this whole synchronization mess.
>>5986633>>”But I guess that’s where we’re headed then.” …Maybe it’ll be fun? But with Alice like this… Oh no. Although now that you think about it, maybe that’s what you need?
>>5986633>”We’ll catch her again sometime when she’s back home, I think I still need the rest. Should probably meditate too, or… or something that isn’t this. Stop looking at the Net!” A cold shower would help as well.Spend some time with Vicky too
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>>5986634>>5986758>>5986803>>5986871>>5986886Writing. Expect the update in the morning.
Slight delay on the new update, it should still be out today though.
OH SHIT NIGGA. The world's gonna end or some shit! Time to go help the inexperienced hero to save it!
Rolled 91 (1d100)>>5985186the hero of legend shall be named... Ezekiel Rutebega
Rolled 8 (1d100)>>5985186Sledge Hammer
Rolled 71 (1d100)>>5985186Dahiro
Rolled 5 (1d100)>>5985186Penis Muncher
>>5985186YoOPWakeup OP
... must necessarily concern itself with marriages where the spouses belong to different Standings. Citizens of all stripes may stoop as low as a Subject, so long as the Subject has at least Patent and Nomen. Likewise, a Subject so endowed may take a Subject without such an endowment, so long as their profession, condition or conduct has not rendered them Infamis. Similarly, Subjects without Patent and Nomen, who cannot marry without the knowledge and leave of the Authority whose name they bear, and in some places may even find themselves compelled into marriages by their Authority, are also subject to the Lex Iulia and Papia Poppaea. - regardless if they or their Authority are the one seeking the marriage. Subjects with decency cannot be bound to those without, nor may they ever be bound to a Fearful and Lawful alien, nor a Fearful slave. Subjects in Infamis may be married to a Subject of the same state, or a suitable alien or slave. When two spouses belonging to different Standings are bound, any issue take the Standing of the lesser - with the exception of the Subject in Infamis. In this exceptional case, an alien being both Fearful and Lawful becomes a Subject in Infamis, as do their offspring, while slaves married to these piteous Subjects remain slaves, though the issue will be Subjects in Infamis - and they will not be allowed any avenues of matriculation and naturalization. Attend well that no other pairings with and issue from slaves or aliens are subject to the Lex Iulia or the Papia Poppaea, as they are without wedlock.Beyond restricting the Sum of the Whole to suitable matches, these laws promote them as well. Those who are not, nor ever have been married, caelibes, may take neither hereditas or legatum that would otherwise be their due, while those who have never been in a union with issue, orbi, are only entitled to half. Such penalties are in force from sixteen until a man achieves the age of sixty or a woman achieves the age of fifty. This is held above the Ius Accrescendi, so that the portion of hereditas voided, being either half or whole, is not divided amongst the other heirs of the testator, but instead is taken by the Authority to which the testator submitted. Voided hereditas may still be calculated into the death duties, though they are commonly waived. Beyond this inducement, there are others, such as Ius Trium Liberorum, which affords particular rights and privileges to Named Subjects and their betters who have produced at least three children. No equivalent instrument, with equivalent rights and privileges exists for those Subjects without Patent and Nomen, though they are still subject to its penalties.- A passage from Imperatives and Rights, a Treatise for the Named Subject on Lex Iulia and Papia Poppaea, the laws which outline and induce suitable marriages.
Your blood runs cold and your step catches a hitch. With words gushing and forth, as if a tun had been tapped with an open spigot, you were about to say 'as I was told'. Just what – who – exactly are you talking about here? Wilhelmina should never have been told otherwise; the story would marred if not undermined by someone so proper directly contravening instructions from her father. Measuring your words now as if your life depended on it, you resume hoping you may just brush past the lapse.“I certainly should have sought someone out – a professional, someone who knew the Mount. And I did try to … eventually. But it so happened that once I saw my blunder for what it was, the hour was too late. I could find no decent or reliable house to call upon. So then … I figured I'd had to see this through to the end, and if I was … to meet with any ill-fortune along the way, then it was my due for my mistake, and I should accept it as such.” “Maker's Mercy! That … there is something quite admirable in that thinking, and in your conduct. But this – and you must forgive me for saying this – his heir or no, these are not your burdens to bear. It is well past time that you set them down. Whatever business you have here, once it is concluded, I will take you to your father.” > Please choose ONE of the following:> “Oh, you don't understand, we have taken lodging at this house.” A neat little solution, and it isn't contradicted by anything that you have said to the man. > “Actually, I was going to take a room here for the night and return to him tomorrow.” A solution a bit more circumspect, but you doubt the Taker would suspect you would go so far as to sneak out of the room as soon as you were left alone. > “You are much too kind. I accept of course.” The most direct solution to the problem at hand, but extricating yourself from the man might prove to be difficult. If you choose this, your best bet is to give the man the name of a public house, commensurate to your presented status and work your way apart once inside. > “You are much too kind, but I cannot accept.” It will be a tall order, perhaps impossibly so – but if you can somehow manage it, you will not need to be worried about getting caught in a lie. [Requires Rolling]> Write-ins allowed with QM approvalSuffice to say, not all of these choices are safe - some of them might not even be as safe as they would appear to be at first glance. Consider them carefully, and remember full well that this man is the ninth-ranked Taker on the Mount.
>>5987256> “You are much too kind, but I cannot accept.” It will be a tall order, perhaps impossibly so – but if you can somehow manage it, you will not need to be worried about getting caught in a lie. [Requires Rolling]
>>5987256>“You are much too kind, but I cannot accept.” It will be a tall order, perhaps impossibly so – but if you can somehow manage it, you will not need to be worried about getting caught in a lie. [Requires Rolling]AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
>>5987256> “You are much too kind, but I cannot accept.” It will be a tall order, perhaps impossibly so – but if you can somehow manage it, you will not need to be worried about getting caught in a lie. [Requires Rolling]Two trap options, the Taker is really cornering us and we are tired and still hungry.
>>5987256>> “You are much too kind, but I cannot accept.” It will be a tall order, perhaps impossibly so – but if you can somehow manage it, you will not need to be worried about getting caught in a lie. [Requires Rolling]This is cruel, trash
Alas, you are still Nicole Smith, a mentally ill mess of a woman with anomalous abilities. You are a Cleaner, a deniable asset used by massive megacorporations called the Alphabet Companies and anyone else willing to pay you. Such as your Handler, a member of a powerful family who hands you most of your jobs. Mostly so you can clean up messes for him.The last week has been rough to your psyche and sense of wellbeing. During your tour of an X-Corp military base, you managed to awaken a deep and primordial part of your psyche in the form of antlers growing out of your fucking head. Luckily, you managed to finish the mission by solidifying a deal between E, Q, and X-Corp.After hanging out with some allies, restocking your supplies, and connecting with corporate representatives, you then spent a solid week at sea. With what? To assist the Captain on it with any and all tasks during the voyage. This so happened to include hunting down an X5 anomaly, one of the most dangerous types of anomalies, called the Admiral's Game. You managed to hunt down the Admiral's ship and bested him in a game of chess, earning his respect before he passed away. You think. You can't really tell with anomalies this powerful but you swear he's dead. You then managed to reconnect with two of your allies, Maruyama and Kiara, and hung out with them to decompress after your last mission. You noticed that Maruyama had a spark of potential that might blossom into something powerful if you nurtured it.Your latest mission, which you have just currently started, is hunting down a member of a powerful corporate family by the name of Valentina Vanni. You were tasked with heading down to Abgrund, a small mining town in a section of W-Corp's district, to find out what happened to her. You caught a glimpse of three powerful Alphabet Company administrators on your way in who are also hunting down for her. Things might get hectic if you're not careful.Though, that's how it is in the City. The only place you've ever truly known. Such a vast and endless stretch of streets, buildings, districts and companies, there's apparently a doppelganger of you out there as well. What her plan is, you don't know. Your plan? You just want to survive. For you and your allies to be safe. No matter how much blood it takes.ARCHIVE: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=CleanerComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5987324+1 I’m curious if we can recruit Valentina Vanni after rescuing her. Also, I think Miner Boytoy (Luther) might potentially be in love with Valentina.
>>5987332>Max and Ben>Valentina and Luther>rich girl and scatterbrained guyHeh
>>5987342Is Nicole's love some scatterbrained corpo heir then
>>5987346We have not come across any guy that Nicole could feasibly get with. Benjamin has Max. Lex is going to have Ashley eventually. Quentin is a bodypuppeting centipede. Maruyama is still suffering from his ex-wife who cucked him. Adam isn't that close with Nicole at all, and he has Benedict. Benedict is a brain-damaged part-anomaly, and he has Adam. Clover definitely has somebody from his circle of friends. Frank we have not worked with or heard from once since we got his info.
>>5987358>Adam isn't that close with Nicole at all,He did see us naked though
With the Supreme Kai of Time Chronoa dethroned, the Demon God Dumplin beaten, and Karn's whole family now able to live in his timeline, things have been looking up for the Saiyan General. But all good things can't last forever. And when conflicts arise between deities, mortals are inevitably caught in the crossfire. Does Karn, the Berserker God possess the strength to protect his family, people, world and reality from their fickle nature? Or are the beings above mortal ken also beyond mortal reproach? This outcome may be up to you.You the players control Karn, wielder of the mighty Berserker Soul. Granting him the power to fight against gods and other divine beings, to resist their influence and strengths. From his lowly beginnings as a Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733, only a few years into his time as a member of the PTO, he has now become the strongest Saiyan of his time. With the power of the Berserker God, combined with That Which Should Not Be and having devoured a soul born of the Abyss itself, his strength is now unlike anything before seen in his reality. But will this newfound strength be enough to overcome the threats headed his way? Only time will tell, your choices can spell the difference between success and failure.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 here: 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 first three correctly-rolled diceComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5986940That’s one way of looking at it. But, consider another. Most of Cauli’s experience is against magic wielders who can’t even fly. Where she has complete mobility superiority, and often sizeable strength and speed edges as well. Most of Caulifla’s fights are over in under two minutes. Then getting teleported away back to full health and strength, as she was when leaving ‘her’ reality behind. While Chaya, while also being stronger, is more used to fighting longer bouts uninterrupted. Round after round, wave upon wave of enemies attacking her relentlessly culminating in battling strong foes. Those with wildly different abilities, while most of Caulifla’s are relatively similar in terms of strengths and powers. Like having only a single sparring partner vs having a whole gym of teammates.
>>5986942She did already save him from Sulyvahn’s poisoning years ago, preventing the false Pontiff from feeding him to Aldritch.
>>5986915Lol, get reckt you frigid bitch, Anri is a good girl. I hope Caulifla enjoys the inviso sword.
24 hours to go!>>5987131Ha, and yes. Doesn't deserve her suffering, but had the misfortune of being born in a FromSoft game. We'll see if she likes it or not
>>5987217She is a character in a FromSoft game whom now knows the broken modded character that is Caulifla. It is not the same.
Once upon a time, in the frozen hellscape of Kiroa, where the weak perish and the strong follow, there lived a chieftain named Torak. His name was once howled with reverence across the icy wastelands but now is erased like the abandoned cadavers of so many before him. But Torak was no corpse, not yet, although he had been left for dead. He had been challenged by a younger warrior, who pierced him in his side. Unceremoniously, he was stripped of his title, and more importantly, most his equipment, and abandoned under a tree.Alone and in the dark, his mind wandered, and he considered letting the frigid climate take him, as it does to all men in such a terrible hell. He stared up at the moon, and chose to live one more day. And so he sat up, and began to tend the wound, so that it might heal.**Choose Torak's Key Initial Motivation**1. **Take Revenge:** Kill his young usurper. Tend his wound, train, heal, hunt down his former tribe, exterminate them, and kill his usurper. Take the women as war brides.2. **Start Afresh:** Build or join a new tribe entirely, forgetting who he once was. Abandon his old identity.3. **Appeal To The Yeti:** Kiroa is ruled by mysterious megayeti, who tower anywhere from 12ft to 200ft depending on age, genetic purity (they often mix with men), and who knows what else.4. **Turn To The Dark Arts:** Abandon his role as warrior, as he has failed, and become a wizard or shaman instead. Let's see if his wits save him better than his sword did.
>>5985827>4. **Turn To The Dark Arts:** Abandon his role as warrior, as he has failed, and become a wizard or shaman instead. Let's see if his wits save him better than his sword did.He is no longer that young, undefeated warrior. Maybe the taste of defeat brought with it the choking fear of death, or perhaps this is simply another path for revenge.
>>5985827>4. **Turn To The Dark Arts:** Abandon his role as warrior, as he has failed, and become a wizard or shaman instead. Let's see if his wits save him better than his sword did.Shoulda slit our throat before our tongue had a chance to whisper dark invocations, youngster
>>5985827>3. **Appeal To The Yeti:** Kiroa is ruled by mysterious megayeti, who tower anywhere from 12ft to 200ft depending on age, genetic purity (they often mix with men), and who knows what else.WHAT THE FUCK, WHY DID NO ONE PICK THE BEST CHOICE !??!?!?!?!?!?
>>5985885Changing my vote to #1.
>>5985827>4. **Turn To The Dark Arts:**Looking forward to it
You are Hass Takar, the Supreme Ruler of the Hegemony. It is the Year 102 of the Resurrection Era. You now stand on Jaxt, the home planet of your empire, the Hegemony. Standing before you are about a hundred Jaxtians, some of the best and brightest in the empire, who look at you bright eyed and expectant.You raise your hand and backing music begins to play. Without skipping a beat, the Jaxtians raise their voices, and join to sing your Anthem.https://jmp.sh/s/MNfcnegX92OuFV1thabd
>>5987579>Open the Jaxt life vaultI want to see if we can bring back Talacent
>>5987611That seems very dumb, the Jaxt vault is basically a chance to survive if we get hit with some extinction event. We should keep it safe.
>>5987579>Destroy the Life Vault on Andoen and prevent whatever is inside from ever being releasedToo advanced, too scary.>Leave the Life Vault on Jaxt as a second chance for the Jaxtian people in case of extinction
>>5987590Support
>>5987579>Leave the Life Vault on Jaxt as a second chance for the Jaxtian people in case of extinction>Destroy the Life Vault on Andoen and prevent whatever is inside from ever being released
Rolled 2, 5, 1 = 8 (3d6)The world of Remnant is a vast and dangerous place. Horrendous creatures known as Grimm roam the land, destroying everything in their path, rending the flesh and devouring almost any kind of living being unfortunate enough to meet them.Fortunately, humanity is not completely defenseless. Certain people are born with particularly powerful souls, granting them extraordinary abilities. When these abilities are honed they can evolve into Semblances, unique type of abilities that grant the user with powerful powers that work similarly to magic (Most of the time). These people have formed many groups across the many continents of Remnant, being known as Huntsmen and Huntresses.However, not all of these people wish to save the innocent or destroy the Grimm. In fact, some of them use their powers for self gain and take advantage of the chaos of the world. There are even rumours that some of these Huntsmen are secretly working for someone behind the curtains, an evil force that wishes to destroy all living beings on the planet for unknown means.But one may arise and change things. For the worse? For the better? Only the future has eyes for what is about to come.Who are you?>Name?>Gender?>Race? (Human, Faunus, etc)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5987506"Come on! Fight back! Weren't you talking shit before?" the girl said again, now with a sadistic smile. Her yellow eyes blinked, and for a brief moment the color red could be seen on them. Then, they turned back normal. What was that? Maybe those were some hallucinations due to the pain. Yeah, surely it was that.Now the fight was in her favor. The daggers flew from all directions as the girl kept spinning and throwing them towards you. Sometimes from the front, sometimes from the back, from all sides too. It was quite the tornado of slashes. Lumber was right, she indeed was a bitch.But this wasn't time to doubt yourself. You had a plan after all.Instead of walking backwards you started to walk towards her, deflecting her blows with your single saber. If only you had the other one... oh well, there would be plenty of time to find it later.The girl noticed how you were getting closer instead of further away. She grimaced. But it didn't matter. It was a good time to get all the rust off! She attacked faster, but you parried her attacks at a faster rhythm too. She didn't expect for you to fight back this much. Her face started to show signs of doubt. Signs of fear.This was the moment you were waiting for"Hey, seed-breath. Catch!" You said to her, as you threw Lum at her while she was in the middle of an attack.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5987424Also yeah, exactly that one. What a goodie that one, haven't finished reading it however
>>5987510>>Time to make her talk. Lets break one of her legs.
Also quick bit, all dice rolls are 3d10 unless specifically told otherwise FYI, and if the dice check is far higher/lower than the DC it will be reflected in the results, kinda like crits
>>5987510>Wait, what were those thoughts? Just talk to her like a normal person and ask her more info, geez. (Requires Dice Check, DC 10. Best of three.)If something is messing with our collective heads, we should try to keep abreast of it. Crippling her only creates future enmity unless we kill all of her subordinates too-- and massacring randos isn't a very... huntress-y thing to do.
Welcome back.Rules are simple: Votes are tallied every hour, with whatever course of action being the most popular being the course of action taken. Write ins are encouraged and non-mutually exclusive votes will be combined if possible.When a roll is called for, roll however many D100 are specified. 5- is a 'crit fail' and generally means something bad is about to happen. 95+ is a 'crit success' and generally means something good just happened. a 'crit success' trumps a crit fail. User input on both will be taken into consideration.Inventory, pokemon stats and other links: https://docs.google.com/document/d/15i2N08IpWqitoTJujsUMishe4PLbao1lqT-bCAmvPcE/editDiscord: https://discord.gg/GGXeMEMjFor a short summary for the new and to recap:You are Alex. A newly minted trainer and camping enthusiast just starting out on your journey at the age of seventeen after your father lost his job in order to help pay the bills. On the road, you met Fie, the Fire Gym Leader, Gareth a novice Aura Guardian on pilgrimage and Holly, a runaway heiress using a pseudonym. You've also made enemies of Team Green a group of violent, radical activists looking to abolish pokemon training.Recently, Fie returned to her gym for the time being.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 93 (1d100)>>5987127
>>5987142>>5987161Wow, what are the odds?
>>5987163Lower than a crit.
Rolled 38 (1d100)
>>5987127>>5987142>>5987161>>5987169"Bug Buzz." You order.You let out a breath as she emits a high-pitched cicada whine that batters Mareep as it charges up again, actually sparking now with the amount of electricity it's gathered this time...Not that you think it's going to make all that much difference, considering Mareep's aura is deep in the orange now after being hit by that Bug Buzz.The farmer shrugs, before recalling Mareep."Good try." He says, pocketing the ball.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Your name is David "Gunny" Rockefeller, no relation.A veteran of the united states marine corps, you find yourself in a far-out situation after an all-too-close encounter of the third kind!In the last thread you unlocked Redbone's psychic potential, made an example out of a federal agent by dumping him outside the ISS and tracked down one of your old friends.However, the government also made contact with you, and made clear they're both aware of and concerned by your presence.Intending to stay on relatively good terms with them, you offered to clear things up by sharing some basic information and keeping in contact.With your time on earth close to wrapping up, there's not much left to do before heading back into space. Will everything go according to plan, or will there be a hitch?Find out this time, on Humanity Fuck Yeah!>Last Thread: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/5943919/>All Threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=humanity+-+fuck+yeah%21>Google Doc: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1rNxD6ccWY5M48dLWuTWdr5LiYLuS_YIAMKlTLw42eeo/edit#gid=0>Discord Link: https://discord.gg/PYJ7Aa3zQF
>>5987037>modularGet the fukkout my thread, army general!!! Your and your buzz words like LETHALITY piss me off!Also>>sturdy
>>5987249He just wants his firearm to be fully-semi-automatic.
>>5986550For you, the decision is as obvious as can be.These things, whatever they look like, whatever their purpose and function, they need to be goddamned sturdy.If these rifles can't double as a club, they're worthless.You bite your lip, staring off into space as several different rifle designs flash through your head.The gyrojet rounds combined with some clever engineering could make up for a lot of a bullpup design's issues, maybe keeping bulk and weight down even with an overbuilt frame.But if you do that, a folding stock is really just out the window, and you need somewhere to put batteries and electronics, so it doesn't seem like an option for a space-age design.It'll have to be a traditional rifle. You don't need much of a barrel at all, so the overall length will still be quite short thanks to aim-assist.It may also be quite inaccurate at longer ranges in the case of an EMP event, but that typically only occurs on ships, and so at very close range.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5987403>we're making the fucking A-10 of gunsHell yeah
>>5987403My dick can only get so hard....kep going
It is the year 0078 of the Universal Century. A half century has passed since the earth began moving its burgeoning population into gigantic orbiting space colonies. A new home for mankind, where people are born and raised… and die.“We are the people of the universe. We have struggled to survive in a harsh environment, and new generations of colonists testify to our success. Now, when we gaze back at Earth, we see a sacred blue and green orb - the cradle of civilization and a sacred home that we must eternally preserve and protect . . .”-Zeon Zum Deikun, UC 0058—--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------16:15, 9th December UC 0077Zeon Military Academy on Guardian Banchi, Side Three (Republic of Zeon)Crisp cool air greets you as the hermetic seals of the airlock hiss open. The wrapping blue and green vistas of Guardian Banchi’s cylindrical interior, a quintessential close-type O’Neill colony, stretch out far before you. Mountains and lakes, valleys and forests, the interior of the colony cylinder have been molded carefully to match many of Earth’s environments.You stand at a secured exit of the colony’s Earth Federation controlled spaceport. All around you are edifices devoted to maintaining that distant government’s control over not only the people of Zeon, or Spacenoids, but all of mankind. White and gray concrete military structures stand interspersed about the small city wrapping around the spaceport’s connection to the colony, a constant reminder not only of the Federation’s political supremacy over what should be Zeon’s truly sovereign territory, but also of the jackbooted force by which they maintain that supremacy.
>>5987575>”That could work… Can we speak in private for a few minutes, Vivima? Tryphosa, you should come as well.” …There’s nothing you can think of to say here in front of so many other cadets, but perhaps you can corner Vivima and learn more of her intentions? Change things, perhaps, if she’s still planning to spread Gihrenism.I didn't realize she was this slippery with her words and so stubborn in her desires. Christ, maybe she is the biggest threat like some anons have been saying.Hell I bet this could be an attempt to 'wholesome' her way into making us part of the Zabis and (knowingly by her or not) turn our backs on Casval. I can see Felix getting cornered himself and falling for her words deeply, he's neither ruthless nor driven enough to resist.
>>5987575>”That could work… Can we speak in private for a few minutes, Vivima? Tryphosa, you should come as well.” …There’s nothing you can think of to say here in front of so many other cadets, but perhaps you can corner Vivima and learn more of her intentions? Change things, perhaps, if she’s still planning to spread Gihrenism.I hope Admiral Coliny or General Gopp stuff Viv in a space cum jar a la Hilda Bidan sooner rather than later.
>>5987575>"Why sing it yourself?"She is going to fuck with Felix's head with that song isn't she.Will we even be able to do anything about it?
>>5987575>”That could work… Can we speak in private for a few minutes, Vivima? Tryphosa, you should come as well.” …There’s nothing you can think of to say here in front of so many other cadets, but perhaps you can corner Vivima and learn more of her intentions? Change things, perhaps, if she’s still planning to spread Gihrenism.
>>5987601>Felix getting cornered himself and falling for her words deeplyIf Vivima doesn't convince him Tryph will. There's really no winning here.
You managed to build a happy family far away from most of the magical happenings that could hurt you and your children's. Nowhere is truly safe, even in your newfound home in Russia, but you think the worst is finally over.You decided to go on a vacation into your old nameless town, both as a way to unwind and to help find out more about your magic's memories. Unfortunately, Etsy's rightful fear of the U.S agency did make the travel pretty costly, but what's the point of money if you aren't spending it after all.Your old house has all but been ransacked after you left. You did manage to sell it, but the buyer turned out to be part of the agency, and you presume they tried to find anything that you or Etsy would've left behind they could use. As far as you know they didn't find anything, so it's not really your problem. You end up staying at a pretty expensive hotel, it used to belong to Mona, but the town didn't have any place to stay that didn't belong to her, and since she's dead, her magic is all but gone from it. Your old apartment is also of course not an option, as it was wiped out long ago by the Sword of Dusk in order to spite the U.S agency.Your kids are pretty happy that they get to stay in a luxurious place like this, although Anastasia does complain a lot about how she'd rather have stayed home. Etsy is still a little paranoid, constantly looking out the curtains of your room as if a man in black was going to suddenly attack you.You are a little worried yourself, but your kids have all been given a tag that tracks where they are, so even if something happens to them, K.I.S.A will be able to rush to them in an instant-- A literal instant, borderline teleportation level speed, you're not sure how it works, but apparently tri-matter has some very funky applications when it's stretched over long distances. Etsy tried to explain to you how it works, but you didn't understand a word she said, you don't think even she knows how it works herself.Anyway, with safety out of the way, you can finally relax. What should you do during your vacation?(You can vote for two options. You will search for Arachne's remaining memories, in addition to the two most popular votes.)>Look into Mia's dissapearence Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5986737>Maybe you should look for her sister, she did disappear after all.I want to see the old edgy chuuni teacher again.>Write in."Make anime real."
>>5986737>Call her phone, maybe someone she knows will pick up.>Give Arachne a body of her own.>>5986791glad to see you back, anon
>>5986859That's not the guy who wanted the threesome. Because that's ME.
>>5986737>Call her phone, maybe someone she knows will pick up.>You'd rather not have a monkey's paw situation, ask for nothing.
>>5986737>Call her phone, maybe someone she knows will pick up.Best shot hereAsk for anything?>Keep an eye on my ankle-biters for me when I'm gone. No need to cover them in blessings, but just a little favoritism to ensure they don't have a shitty life
https://starwarsintrocreator.kassellabs.io/#!/ENqx6VLm9928xBAC5FUHA long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...STAR WARSAGAINST THE REPUBLICWar has engulfed the GALACTIC REPUBLICWith the pyrrhic victory of the GRAND ARMY at GEONOSIS, the CLONE WARS have truly begun. Republic forces find themselves vastly outnumbered in space and on the ground, as despite the massive influx of CLONE TROOPERS, the industrial capacity of the CONFEDERACY OF INDEPENDENT SYSTEMS remains unassailable.After the battle, hundreds of thousands of solar systems declared independence from the Republic, swayed by the impossibly persuasive COUNT DOOKU.Even the JEDI ORDER has found itself fractured, a hundred JEDI KNIGHTS have invoked their Right of Denial, opting to stay out of the conflict entirely, while a handful have found themselves seduced by Dooku, though not all by the allure of the DARK SIDE…=====Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5986818No.It doesn't truly matter if she can't shut up. If she is good or not, if its political, scientifical or other reasons for Tann to be valuable.No what's matters is that we don't make another error. A dead confederate general is that, so we complete our mission fully and she gets back. Our orders are clear. She also needs to be extracted.Realistically Shen-Jon is almost falling to the dark side, that rage is going to power him up, and he is fighting in a confederate base with our objectives to extract. You got that right ! WE CAN'T HAVE HIM GOING ON A RAMPAGE.For these reason, these options are not exactly good, and we did just now very poorly. We had a feeling already there was some beef between Tann and Shen-Jon and ...... we talked with Shen-Jon instead of knocking his ass to sleep.>>5986717>Write inOrder some droids to knock down the padawan and then order other droids to restrain her (there is B2 s, B1 s and our droidekas here should be easy to do. A B2 punch in the face should be enough for put to sleep the already weak padawan), then attack Shen-Jon with everything we got. End this now and get out of here with the Obliterators, Tann and a padawan. A wall of blaster fire should put him down, or wound him enough for capture.
>>5986856Dooku had enough faith in her to keep her around and give her pointers. If nothing else he'd appreciate us keeping his investment alive.
>>5986717>[D] Write-in.Take control of the Naat the padawan. Cause enough of a commotion to pause the fight for a moment (blow something up?), the loudly reiterate that Naat is under OUR care now, and will be treated well if he stops this now. We should probably also tell him to control himself.
>>5986717>>5987032+1I'm half tempted to just leave Tann to die since she's being dumb.
>>5986717>[E] Have our droids fire a massed volley of stun bolts at the Jedi, while we detain his Padawan at lightsaber-point & sedate her.
You are the most feared Warlord of the Seven peaks, the small woman infront of you informs you in a hushed tone. This seems true, judging from the leatherclad psychos braying what is ostensably your name - oh, and the flayed skulls. This is strange, because 30 minutes ago you left work - an office job, boring - went into a normal doctors office for extremely minor surgery. Now you're the leader of the "ExecuKillers" according to the woman (who also informed you she's your concubine)."So... Lord of Skulls..." You frown, and she smiles slightly. "Sorry, Nigel. Right. So..." she looks over her shoulder at the tent-flap, beyond which you can hear the drums of war and bellowing hores of warriros - your warrirors, now. "This, uh, incident... well, bad timing. The Execukillers are about to go to war with the Bloodletters... and you need to rile them up. Quickly, too, because everyone's ready to leave." [Continued below.]
>>5986738>Charge forward and leap, trying to board them... but you'll still crash.Let the anger and hatred for our former boss fuel this battle!
>>5986738>>Charge forward and leap, trying to board them... but you'll still crash.
>>5986738We have a fucking phaseon cannon, blow them the fuck up (to minimize resource expenditure, lending itself to increased profits)
>>5987156>>5986852Shit you're right! Changing to blast the bitches away.
>>5986738>>Start shootin'.
The year is 2444. Much of mankind has abandoned a ruined Earth to live in space colonies. The countries on Earth have corresponding colonies just outside the planet's atmosphere. Rather than fight wars for political and social dominance, the colonies agree to hold a M.I.L.F Olympics every four years. Each country sends to Earth a representative, piloting a highly advanced Mechanized Infantry Land Frame, or M.I.L.F for short. Due to an oversight in the M.I.L.F Pilot recruitment program you have been recruited as Mexico's' only Pilot. With your 3rd generation mining M.I.L.F "Tequila Sunrise" you must defend your countries honor! First things first, what is your M.I.L.F best at?>Speed!>Strength!>Mining?
>>5980787>>5980877+1 to both. We can have multiple sponsors, right? Those so-called pro" MILF pilots are absolutely covered in all sorts of sponsors, from Amazon-Boeing to Coca-Cola Corpse Reprocessing.
With your ties to mining and your troubled past you of course have ties to the local orphanage/labor union. The fact that these two establishments are already heavily linked helps massively with your sponsorship deals! It helps less so for the poor orphan miners. Sister Foreman Superior Catalina Cabrera seemed to remember you from your years spent in her care, she gladly accepts your offer of sponsoring you and your R.A.P.E G.I.L.F, she even offers you a few of the orphans to help in the pit crew. With your crew and sponsorship sorted you're well on your way to Mecha stardom, this fact supported by the official invitation to the opening ceremony you find waiting in your mailbox. The opening ceremony is in three days time, there's a lot that needs to be done to get you frame ready.
>>5982139Do we have a checklist of what needs to be done?
>>5982139what do? Drink a Chinese modelo in the meantime.
>>5982139Put together a promotional video to get some fan support
