“Honestly, I could name a thousand reasons: I don’t like Prometheus, and I don’t trust him to mold me like a piece of clay. I’m not you, and I don’t want to be— hell, I don’t think I’d even deserve to be.”“You wouldn’t-”“There’s only one person in the world I’d want to trust my soul with,” you interrupt, “And it isn’t your dead boyfriend. I have things I worked hard for that I want to keep, people who I really want to stay dead, and I owe a debt of gratitude to the Architect for giving me this opportunity in the first place. I like power, I like having more than other people, but, more than anything…I want to be free, and I want to be myself. If that means I don’t get to be happy, then, fuck it, who even needs to be? I have a more powerful impetus.”You spread your arms wide, the fake soul of the fake you conjured by the Grand Art creaking and chipping beneath the pressure exerted by your real might, crimson light pouring through the breaks like water from the cracks in a porcelain vase. Arms painfully burst from your back, skin tearing and blood pouring out from the ruins of your tattered sweater. The limbs flex their freshly minted muscle, caressing the soft, tender pink skin, newborn, almost infantile despite their long, sinister build, You topple forward for a moment the weight cracking your spine under its crushing weight until your body reorganizes itself, reinforcing and regenerating shattered bone and torn sinew with metal and divinity, your skeleton shivering and popping as your new anatomy settles into place.“...I see. Well, it was a free choice, a true choice, so a number of possibilities exist. I guess this just happens to be one where things turned out wrong.”“You’re too vertical, both of you,” you sneer, “Your world is dead. The man who killed himself was someone you never knew, and he died for someone he never met. As far as I’m concerned, all of those “what if”s are only as real as any other predictive model. A glorified simulation, really. Well, if it’s any consolation, I believe your wish to have been granted before you ever made it: you have never been me, and you never will be.”The other you remains silent, but you press on, the constructed world tearing away as your Impetus overrides the Grand Art, its caster no longer present to protect it from your will. Your body lifts into the air, scarlet fetters burst from your fingertips, slowly taking the qualities of the Sunset, first hard to notice, vermillion and magenta, then, less subtle, gold, lilac, blue, white, black. The chains bind to the fabric of the incomplete reality itself, each wild movement of your arms tearing out another piece.
>>6322588The only thing I can think of is the deer, not that I'd change the choice, but it did move us forward, pushed us into the person we had to be to get here. There were others that were similarly impactful to our growth, but unlike those, the deer wasn't a threat we had to deal with, or someone who fucked us over before. I suppose, there is at least a shred of appreciation for that. Maybe enough to manifest her back into existence. After all, it's not like we can do anything else with this art, it's basically free.Though I'd also ask Marie if she has anything she'd like to change as well.(Not a concise write-in, but I do hope it gets the point across.)
>>6322731I could get behind that. Not as an edit to the past, but as an addition to the future.
>>6322588>Obviously. Now that you mention it, I might as well patch up a few things… (specify)Revive our brother.Revive our uncle, and give him to Dorota.
>>6322731>>6322742I advocated again and again for an attempted revival because I thought it was also part of godhood to create life or bring someone back. Of course, as an excuse for righting that regret.But now... I feel like it's a bit disingenuous, that's why my write-in is an all or nothing.that is to say, we retained our human desires, like wanting to eat food. If we leave the world as it is right now, I'd also really like to go back and stomp around a bit, maybe do a last livestream, just gloat a bit.
>>6323390I do not agree with your method, but I do see your point of wanting to have a place to stomp around and have a place to hang out. I do feel that undoing stuff is not ideal on a large scale, it feels like it makes everything fake, especially if you include our minions, or Pendrix, as part of our human desires, which I do. We would be effectively unmaking them.Instead, if would go for a middle ground. Remove obstructions. To be fair, I don't see many, mostly the chinese leader (mostly because Ate can't do anything about her, but Pheme can), so that could be solved by Marie saying so, just making it so that the dear leader was never born. The only other possible threat would be the space colony, but I'd say we can destroy it for fun in collaboration.
You've died.You can't quite remember how it happened, you remember screaming and the crunching noise of metal on metal. You remember feeling pain and scared for only a split second. The glitter of crushed glass beneath your collapsing body. And then... Then what?Then nothing.You die and then you wake up. Cold silk. The soft drip of rain drops against large windows. The muffled, chaotic heartbeat of a grand estate in full movement, like a buzzing hive. People laughing all around you, you're surrounded by a crowd of men and women dressed in elegant clothes; talking to you, smiling to you, vying for your attention.You flinch, and everything is wrong: the portrait on the wall, the candlelight, your dress... You know these details. You've seen them before... not in life, but in fiction.So shocked, in fact, that you've dropped the glass of wine you'd been holding mere seconds before, and it breaks on impact, splashing the wide, long skirt of your dress with red like a blood stain. Everyone's attention is on you. And a handsome man with dark hair and dressed in an old-fashioned military uniform approaches, handkerchief in hand.He talks, but your head's roaring, and can't really focus on what he says. You're panicking, you need to get out.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6323073>> [Draw your blade and demand whoever's out there show themselves]
>>6323073>[Draw your blade and demand whoever's out there show themselves]
Interesting premise, didn't expect to see OI on /qst/. Will give more thoughts on It later, for now my vote is:>>6323073> [Draw your blade and demand whoever's out there show themselves]
>>6323073> [Draw your blade and demand whoever's out there show themselves]
It is nearing a year since you, The Courier, fought and secured independence of the Mojave from domestic and foreign powers. Mr. House was put on ice, the NCR got sent packing and even the mighty Legion tucked tail and fled back East.Now, the New Vegas Directorate, your new government, faces as many challenges as it does opportunities. Industry is rapidly expanding and agriculture is now firmly established while migrants from around the wasteland flood in looking to change their fortunes. But the Boomer Blight, an engineered plague from parts unknown, is spreading throughout the Wasteland and little looks uncontainable. You continue to walk the line in courting both the NCR and the Legion, seeking to be a stable power between the two warring giants. A new player comes into the picture and he brings with him hundreds of Enclave descendants eager to start again. You have agreed to welcome them into the NVD but time will tell if you can hide their influence from the NCR while keeping other factions happy.With the looming NCR election, the hostile President Kimball seems poised to lose to the unknown Allgood Murphy while Caesar continues to see you as his Augustus, urging greater cooperation between both nations. The one-year anniversary is rapidly approaching and while a grand celebration is planned, existential threats lurk everywhere and with Mr. House on the loose, you can be sure you’ll see him one last time.
Good to hear I can hop on that wagon mid-ride. Won’t use them for every courier action but the bigger/longer missions could be cute. Next up: A few small tasks until it’s time to travel into legion lands once again.
>>6323511Remind me who Jane is?For an air force, I'd rather we task them with jetplane restoration like I mentioned if they can do it since I doubt whatever they're making would be particularly suitable for combat, especially against a major adversary. But that could be significantly more complex and something to build up to later.>>6323516There is the question of what sort of aircraft would actually be useful to us. What would we use small utility aircraft for? We can use them as scout craft for the armed forces and possibly light strike craft without needing to call the Boomers every time, but I'm less sure of civil uses right now. Perhaps as charter flights to California for rich tourists? They are presumably going to need fuel though, so we'd need to get on coal liquefaction or our own ethanol brewing first.
>>6323500There's a few uses for this plane. We can see about selling it to the Boomers for support, or we can use it with those trainees we got for flying troops and vips hopefully, or transporting rare Goods.
>>6323658Mistyped! Jean's Sky Diving, just next to Goodspringd
>>6323658it's called general aviation, we do a little general aviationeering>crop (or Blight) dusters>VIP transport>aerial observation (cattle, fires, weather, wildlife, you name it) and mapping>courier dutyand this is before we get into the military usesjust a great little force multiplierremember how we spent an action and a few weeks to not find out what's going on with tthe water level in our lake? yeah
The Sixth Thread of Fatale Albion!The Fatale Albion Thread Archive:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Fatale%20AlbionUnfortunately thread #5 wasn’t archived so I have to use archived.moe: https://archived.moe/qst/thread/6264085Other Threads by Lumina Canima:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=meguca+royaleINTRO (Please do not skip this)◕ Fatale Albion is a Spin-Off of Lumina Canima’s “Meguca Royale”, taking place in the U.K. Three players are currently taking part in this game. They each will answer to their own prompts with their own characters. This Quest will have major spoilers for PMMM, so if you haven’t watched it yet and don’t want me to ruin it for you, watch it right now or else. If you still want to read and participate in this quest then I’ll have something to show you.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6322960for real, your persistence is admirable. at this point im sure that your readers know that they can think up long term plans and see those come into play at some point>>6322980for the record, i had this almost very exact same idea a few weeks ago. LET IT BE KNOWNthat being said, i'm glad that it's a theme others already find interesting
>>6323046Trust me, I haven’t read the other threads. Giant tits are just like crabs- everything eventually leads to them
>>6322960The prodigal son returns. You were really testing my faith in you for a sec there.
>>6322952Huh, if Witches do all that, maybe the medieval people had a point. Though as to her involvement with this, well, that's pretty clear. Marisa is her friend, and she wants a favor. Nothing else to it.The morality of killing someone... eh, it would have been more of a thought if she didn't get a conformation of souls existing. At that point it's just sending everyone where they belong.Eating someone is a bit more gnarly, but she heard that humans taste like pork, so it can't be that bad.But, with the theoretical quandaries dealt with as swiftly as her mushroom souffle, the practical ones rear their head.The main problem is Emily's own safety. The last thing she wants is, after getting this windfall, to go off and die. If it was one on one, she would trust her chances, but with the Familiars involved? It becomes a question.Still, Marisa wouldn't suggest it if she didn't think Emily could do it. But even then, it doesn't hurt to ask."If you need it done, then I'll do it, all there is to it. Though fighting a whole group with my hands and uh, teeth, is not really something I'm used to, and losing all this just by getting knocked on the head from a blind angle is something I'd want to avoid. So, any tips for improving my odds?"
>>6323183((Forgot my trip, but at least I have a chance to welcome the thread back! I was worried after the last one went down.))
Last time, the Johnny convention came to a close, including the after party. Everyone had a great time, mainly you! Free from the love of your fans, you’re on a quest to make it up with Bagna, who desires cake and nothing more. You guess, anyway, anything to make up for keeping her imprisoned in cloth. To bake the one above all, you sought the ingredients at the nearest convenience store! But you found more than you bargained for, and had a violent encounter with some low tier thugs. Nothing happened to you, but to them? It wasn’t pretty. Mama Bodil dealt with the fallout. Now you’re at the steps of the Prison Party House! You figured this is a good place to bake the dessert, and Lydie wanted to know about Beth. So here you are! But to your surprise, something is afoot, after the former prisoner and actual Pirate Sally opened the door — you noticed a heatwave coming from within the house. It’s summer, but Global Warming doesn’t happen in the entirety of a room.The scarcely dressed sailor takes a moment to come to her senses after breathing some fresh air. She welcomes you!“Ahoy!!!” The melting pirate opens her arms in exuberant excitement! “Welcome, welcome...!” She’s still melting!“Woah! With these attributes, I know why you wanted me to meet Beth in person, my dear trophy! You surround yourself with quality people!” Lydie looks at the bounty of this pirate. “I’m one of Johnny’s greatest admirers, Lydie! Nice to meet you! ”“Huh? Beth? I’m not Beth.” Sally snaps out of her joyous state. “I’m Sally! Nice to meet you though! And, um, I like to admire him too.” Sally returns to her happy ways with an added hint of confusion. She wonders what being an admirer means in this context. “I’m sure you’re here for more than just Beth, right? Come in!”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6323778+1, but not before Liu keeps her promise about kissing us.
>>6323778>>6323959This
(QM Note: The Lydie and Liu bit will be next!)As the default decision maker, you have selected the best option based on your whims and nothing more. If someone complains, it’s their fault for not stopping you in time.“Huh, let me think about it.” You don’t have a plan… yet. “Sally, I want you to act as my right hand gal for what comes next!”“Say the word, and I’ll make it happen, Captain! No hesitation!!!” Sally salutes like a sailor.“S-Such conviction. I can’t fall behind...” Lydie sees others’ determination as a bar to meet.“Oh~? Do you have plans for the future, handsome?” Kata asks between munches. “You’ll see, gorgeous...” You act mysterious to hide the fact that you’re improvising. Girls love a guy they can’t read. Except Vera, she gets upset, mainly at the results of such mysteries.“How intriguing… Always the man with a plan.” Beth wants to see what you have waiting for them.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6324167“Can’t say I’m not a little letdown by your reaction.” Kata laments. She loves seeing the wild ocean of expressions the cake can produce. “On the other hand, it made me warm up to you, friend. It’s not all in vain.” Beth softly smiles. “And it’s tasty. Maybe my favorite? Only time will tell. Can’t think of any better.”“Yes! Cake is very tasty!” Nina nods as she’s downing a new slice!“Mhm! Mhm!” Liu agrees as she’s halfway into her own slice now!“Yes…” Kushi took a moment to agree, then went back to catering. She needs this formula.“I should make space for our platinum girl.” Beth knows it’s Lydie’s turn now! But then… “Uck…!” A pink fever goes through the former prisoner’s body! Her knees go weak and she has to use the chair to maintain her balance. You support her with your arm as well. “W-Where is this heat coming from…?”“Oh my~!” Kata has been waiting for this!Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6324168>“Beth, I think you need to be honest about loving the cake!” Explain it in layman terms and help your lover!
“The Southlands.” That’s what the races of the Northwest call them, as if they were one place—a realm unified under a single nation or people. In truth, the Southlands are a molten mosaic of humans, beastmen, and sundry others flowing over and through each other in coexistence and in conflict. The land itself is a tapestry of desert and jungle, of low savannah and high plateau, where even the Race of Man is far from uniform: the hides of the humans here range from a ruddy tan to a deep blue-black that nearly equals the Drow of Wevenore.Not that you got to see much of it.You are James Efron, Senior Initiate of the Hawksong Mages’ Tower. At your age—twenty-three—you really ought to be a Mage Apprentice. You should be studying in some stuffy laboratory back home in the big city like Izirina Henzler, or maybe taking a practicum under some smaller adjunct Associate Tower like your old pal Testa. But nooo, you craved a life of action, of adventure! ‘<Fireball> is meant for the field!’ you used to boast of your favourite spell. So you’d taken the field, first as a formal Field Researcher and then later as a freelance adventurer-for-hire.And that had led you here. To the Southlands. To this dungeon.It isn’t the cool kind of dungeon, full of monsters to kite and <Chain Lightning> for coin, alas. It’s the kind where Southrons store their prisoners-of-war, for that seems to be the size of your sad situation: a prisoner, at the beginnings of what is shaping up to be a full-scale intercivilizational conflict.The Men of the South may be myriad, but tensions between their ilk and the fairer folk of the Northwest—your homeland, Hawksong’s aegis—have been a unifying cause as of late, and not only for the human races. Relations have been fraying since before you were born, when a sinister cabal of dark-skinned demon-worshippers staged a terrorist attack on the Mages’ Tower itself, assassinating the Archmage and destroying the much-beloved Eternal Fountain.
>>6323795>If you believe them, the armour actually shifted and moved on its own, reforming to block and deflect attacks. Some of them even said the ARMOUR seemed to be moving the GNOLLS… Like, it was as if when a blackman issued an order, the gnolls would move to follow it right away, as if they’d all received the command instantly.Oh boy, sounds like they found shoggy.>>6323798>Yes [write-in]We might be able to talk to them - Jhaan certainly can. Any other tips she might have for dealing with them?>Slip up into the mountains to go see about contacting the mephits under cover of darkness
>>6323798>>Slip up into the mountains to go see about contacting the mephits under cover of darkness
>>6323795>If you believe them, the armour actually shifted and moved on its own, reforming to block and deflect attacks.Atlas, is that you ?>>6323798>Slip up into the mountains to go see about contacting the mephits under cover of darkness
>>6323886>shoggy[Not quite...]>>6324072>Atlas[I saw it immediately, but it'a actually a setting element I've been planning for years...]
>>6324132>[I saw it immediately, but it'a actually a setting element I've been planning for years...]kek, it's not like the other qm invented the concept of moving magical armor, but still
Your name is Feral. You thought you and your bandmates were going to a crazy tour around the world but instead what happened is that you plane crashed midway. You woke up, and the only person you could find is Fred Cobst, your lead singer. Both of you are confused and scared. What do you do?
>>6322006>>6322008You run around the crabs and towards the feralfire. On your way there you glance a mysterious person looking at you from deep in the bushes. A second later, the figure disappears. So, you continue as planned and approach feral, who is uncontrollably screaming in the fire and throwing wood all around him. Once close enough, you start catching crabs one by one and throwing them into the fire. But they just keep coming! So you start running towards the sea. Fuck the crabs and fuck feral, you're out of here! Well, if you knew how to swim. Now you're just stuck in the sea with water over you knees and the crabs waiting at the shore to eat your ass. There must be something you can do, right?
>>6322015Forgot to attach award
>>6322015find an octopus in the sea to eat the crabs
>>6322015Pray to Gigachad and beg to be saved
>>6322016swing your bwc like a helicopter and fly home
"It was a simple game, downloaded by children with unrestricted internet access in an era long passed. Trends came and went, websites lived and died, and eventually Tricky Treats Online faded from the eyes of the next generation. The children who roamed the instanced streets of Tricky Treats were now adults, and this game -- frozen in time -- were the remnants of their childhood." -From the analysis video "The Real Game that Really Killed" You are Margot Merriweather, a woman of order who - despite being a child at the time - opted to play as a "Grown Up Ghoul" embracing the decoration and design of the in-game "Haunted Houses". After a decade of being away from the game, you decided to make a new character, just to peak in and relive those years for a few moments. Nostalgia was the only thing that seemed to pause your now busy life, so occasionally after getting suitably tipsy you dip into the past. Perhaps in reliving, you gain a further appreciation for the present moment, thus making the seconds more palpable; Or maybe it's pure delusion, and the reality is you're spending your weekend alone again, desperately trying to be a kid. As judgemental as you might feel towards your own desires, you allow yourself to be under this spell, log in to your old account, and add a new profile.Halloween is that one time of year where all the children conquer any social misgivings for the sake of mountains of sweets. This year - however - is different, because among the candy being given, there are sure to be some Tricky Treats!Tricky Inc. threw its hat into the candy business, and their product - Tricky Treats - exploded in popularity. Kids can't get enough, Adults can't get enough, and even the monster under your bed wants that Tricky taste! So what are you waiting for, get out there and do what it takes to snag a bag full!Choose your Class! : >Sugar Gobbler (Ring the doorbell, get the candy, ring the doorbell, get the candy... Wanna trade?)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
After accepting the invite, the two of you are whisked away to an instance where for the first time in ten years you’re virtually in the presence of your old friend.You begin your session of “Heck Moon Hayride”. The signs tell you to ’have ranged weapon to trigger unreachable switches!’ so you put Toilet Paper in your off hand leaving your primary as the Basic Ball Bat. The ‘hayride’ is atop a piece of geometry meant to vaguely resemble a wagon, and using an exploit the scenery around the ‘trailer’ is pushed in one direction giving the illusion of movement. It’s rather clever, and although it looks and feels somewhat broken, it’s entirely playable. Your ride is constantly assailed by enemies, and at points you’re even given the option to choose alternate paths for the wagon to take.By the end, you have one question…“How is this not better than my HHs???”"omg"”well like YEAH its a lotta work””but they got the idea from you”“I never made any hayrides”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6322875Fuck work, burn the night away.
>>6322875Spend the night away.
>>6322875>Catch up with your old friend, maybe make some new onesHopefully they don't, uh, kill us.
>>6322875>Spend the night away.
You're Soijak. You wake up in the morning, expecting to see your wife fucking her bull Tyrone. However, both of them are mysteriously missing. You look out the window into your walkable city, expecting to see people walking and playing Jefre Cantu-Ledesma, but it's completely empty. All the other pods near where you live are empty as well, and it seems like a complete ghost town. What do (You) do?
>>6321957Leave it be and go on Reddit and post on R/196 to ask users what happened
>>6321957Say to him exactly,"CORD CORD CORD YOU'RE BAITING ME SOOT ROOT FROOT MOOT KUZ QUOTE DOX AND RANGEBAN HIM NOOOOW!"
>>6321959You say this (and look like this), but he's already long gone. You're crying out into the wind like a stupid nusoinigger. You know you have to move on.
>>6321971Are you really so lazy you can’t even add images anymore? At least i added raisin related to the story, geg
>>6321971decide to take a shit before moving on. A big one. Decide to keep some in pocket too.
This is the end of the world. It's also the birth of a new one, or an old one, depending on who you ask. Maybe it's more like an overdue arranged marriage. You might not have been fully aware, but the world used to cast a Shadow: a separate realm of spirits, kept away by a barrier that only a certain few were ever meant to cross. Spirits are capricious, rarely logical, and often dangerous beings composed of the essence and energy of all things real; scuttling reflections with their own arcane hierarchies and motivations. But every wall has its rats, and the barrier between your world and the spirit world was no exception. The Beshilu are a nasty manner of demon - derived from and connected to the spirit world, but fettered to the world of flesh, and gifted with many terrible abilities. They massacre and they multiply, and their only desire has ever been to tear down that wall between worlds... to gnaw at its foundations in greater and greater numbers, until the wolves could no longer keep them at bay.They succeeded. Too many tears. Too many crumbling wounds between worlds. The gauntlet was sundered, and when that wall crumbled away, the world of mortals and the world of spirits were merged into one. In those first terrible moments, everyone on Earth could hear a trillion shrill voices screeching out in triumph, and swarms of rats swelled across streets and forests in writhing tides. The fabric of reality is now like a sieve, the threads wavering apart and stretching in new directions; space and time operate differently. The sun no longer rises, or sets, and light instead seems to meander from one place to the next according to whim. Places seem to stir and shift, reacting to their occupants in sometimes unpredictable fashion. The rules have changed, and will likely change more, but things will never go back to the way they were. That was three days ago, and it would be a stretch to say the dust has settled, but you are adjusting to the chaos. You're a survivor, and while you may not fully grasp what's going on, you're not unfamiliar with the supernatural. You are determined to knuckle down and make your way in this fucked up new world....>Cont'd
When you get to the bottom, you enter a concrete room with an eight foot ceiling, and the dimensions of the floor are maybe ten yards lengthwise, and six or seven yards wide. This might've been an electrical room, or storage cellar, or maybe something for plumbing, it's hard to say even with your background, as there's nothing properly installed into the chamber. Instead, it's been made into a makeshift crash pad, and you wonder if this is where Mr. Haywood was living before the end of the world. There are two metal folding tables along the right wall, and a metal workbench along the left, with a full sized mattress set on top of milke crates in the far left corner, and a squat filing cabinet seems to serve as a nightstand. There's a toolbox on one table, your daughter's backpack and a camping stove on the other, with various other pieces of equipment leaned against the wall, on the ground, or hanging at the workbench. The single decoration in the entire room is a large, framed 'HANG IN THERE BABY!' poster, just next to the bed, the one with the little kitten hanging from a wire with both paws that stereotypically finds its home next to water coolers. In this environment, it borders on the comical, but you suspect the feline subject matter and it's pure pathos attracted Mr. Haywood's admiration for entirely earnest reasons. What you notice even more immediately than all of that, however, is your daughter curled up on the bed, and the small, practically glowing white lump curled up next to her, a small housecat by the looks of it, and the enormous, muscular, leopard laying on the floor between you. But, it's not precisely a leopard, really. The creature is shaped like one in every respect, though perhaps thirty percent larger, but the pattern of its fur is inexplicably just like that of a black tortoiseshell cat, with errant splotches of orange here and there, including around the eye nearest you, which opens as you take the final step into the room. The cat-panther's head rears up, but gently, unalarmed by your entrance as it surely can smell Anastasia on you. The cat on the bed does get up, arching it's back up and puffing its tail briefly to stretch the sleep off of it's figure. When it does so, however, you realize it is an even stranger beast - instead of a neck, it has two human wrists, which terminate in two human hands, instead of a head, all of which is covered in the same pearlescent white short-hair coat of fur, which in fact does give off a faint glow. >Cont'd
The hand-headed housecat's head-hands clasp together, and then begin to make gestures as if doing sign language. You don't know sign language, of course, and if you did it wouldn't matter because the cat isn't doing any human sign language. But it is communicating nonetheless. "Hi Mr. Tom, we were watching over little girl. Please welcome now, the king says you will nest here, yes?" You hear in your mind, in a voice that sounds feminine to you, with a rather exotic accent. These must be those two envoys Haywood was referring to, and likely what he meant when using the word 'agents'. "Hey... Can you understand me?" You reply, somewhat unsure. You run your eyes over both of these unusual felines, assessing their various peculiarities with a healthy dose of suspicion. You notice that when the head-hands aren't communicating, they aren't moving, and position themselves to be cupped together and open, like someone trying to catch rain, or accept charity. You think to yourself that the gesticulations almost remind you of something you saw from that Naruto show Edgar likes so much. You hear a giggling in your head when it's fingers wiggle in response. "I am not a Naruto, Mr. Tom! You are laugh silly. I am name Low-Open-Palm, special envoy of Clay Colony Court. On floor name Uhrdzok The Mouser. We big you welcome yay!" She replies. Telepathic. Right. You breath in deeply, and nod along. "Yes, thank you, good to, uh, good to meet both of you." You say, thinking for a moment to call them 'esteemed colleagues'. Then you realize you might as well have said it aloud, because the spirit is reading your surface thoughts, including this one. "Ok, well, I appreciate you watching over her for me, but I am going to rest soon. Do you mind waiting outside?" You ask, scratching the back of your head. You can only take so much of this spirit shit at a time, really. Fuck. Shit. You feel rude for thinking that where it can 'hear' you. More giggling in your grey matter. The big cat on the floor rises up and does one of those long forward-lunge type of stretches that cats love to do. "Of course, Mr. Tom, sleep nice easy big. Little girl is ok, I fixed broken shoulder after am put you back together. Now she needs big nice sleep." Says Low-Open-Palm as she trots past you on your left, and Uhrdzok ambles past you at a more leisurely pace, made up for by his stride, on your right. Once they've both left, you heave a deep sigh. You were worried you might have hurt Ana when you towed her through that bank, and glad for her to have been tended to. >Cont'd
You'll wake her up in the morning, you think. For now, you want to - quietly - do a check on what you have to work with here. Time for an inventory (and you can be a bit more granular this time around, as you have a lot less to keep in mind, sadly). On your person: >S&W .357 snub revolver, right coat pocket>S&W TRR8 .357 revolver, cross draw holster>Beretta .22 + .22 suppressor, left coat pocket>Cold Steel tanto knife, tucked in the back of your waistline and looped on your belt>8 inch pry bar, drywall jabsaw, and pen light, all in a leather combo holster on your right hip towards the front>Between 4 and 6 magazines/moon clips for all three of the handguns >Eight shells of 12ga buckshot, eight 12ga slugs>Pack and a half of red Lucky Strike shorts >Half-spent matchbook In the room: Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
When you wake up, the Christmas lights that illuminate the cellar are still on, and with no windows you have no impression of how much time has passed. Anastasia is still curled up next to you. Groggy, you glance over to the stairs, and you see there are some snacks and candy piled at the bottom step. In fact, you watch as a particularly round-shaped orange shorthair cat with a missing ear stomps down the steps with a bag of Fritos in his mouth, deposits it in the pile, and then scampers back up and away. You feel rested enough. You decide to call it morning. You get up, and grab a couple of paper plates from a small stack in the food pile, and start rifling through for some cereal or something to make a 'breakfast' for you and Ana. You eat, you talk. You spend a couple of hours down there in a private world, munching on junk food. Anastasia plays her Gameboy for a bit while you hold her, and offer tips. Eventually, though, you know you have to get back to the ugly world above. What do you do? >Go find Haywood >Talk to Low-Open-Palm >Do some recon around the construction site Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6324139>Do some recon around the construction site
THE DARING CONTINUATION OF JERKCITY VOLUME ON EPISODE IV: A NEW DONG (DIRECTOR'S CUT REDUX REVISED YOU are SPIGOT, useless dope head extraordinaire, on a mission to uh..Shit was was it?
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>>6323134>BARGE INTO THE HOUSE, KNOCK KNOCK BITCHIf Spigot was solo or had his fuckboy crew with him, I'd go for the sneaky streak. But that sneaky streak is for the outside, the real world. Here we have the Mind Spigot to give backup to back that ass up, so the solution is TAG TEAM BREAK-IN.KNOCK KNOCK, OPEN UP THE DOOR, IT'S REALWITH THE NONSTOP POP-POP, THE STAINLESS STEAL
>>6323134>BARGE INTO THE HOUSE, KNOCK KNOCK BITCHits in his mind so its his anywayreach in to the pocket spigot, you have the key. you always did
>>6323134>T SPIM SPIMINY SPIM SPIMINY SPIM SPIM SPEROO ME DOES WHAT ME LIKE AND ME LIKES WHAT ME DO>HULLO MADAM WE HAVE COME TO FIX YOUR BOILER>NO NO, THIS ISN'T A THIRD-RATE PORN FILM WE REALLY ARE LOOKING FOR THE LITTLE GREEN MAN THAT IS RUINING YOUR RADIATOR>WHAT NO WE'RE NOT BEING RACIST JUST LET US IN WE KNOW YOUR BOILER IS ACTING UP>SUBURBIANS THESE DAYS, CAN'T EVEN BE BOTHERED TO TRUST THE FUCKIN' ELECTRICIANS ANYMORE...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H-WTt1r6clI
>>6323241>>6323180>>6323139COUNTED, aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAgain another setback, deep apologies, will hopefully be the last, im fine stuff's just annoying rnalso based and NYSEpilled
Grand Zen-Oh, the omni king and ruler of the omniverse has declared there will be a massive tournament to be held in his honor. A grand affair between several universes, each battling it out for the very right to exist. And at the forefront of this grand spectacle will be the Saiyans of Universe 7, who Grand Zen-Oh has grown fond of watching battle. Twenty eight years ago, the Saiyan race were annexed into the PTO as just another race, one of many sent to conquer other worlds. Now, the Saiyans are widely regarded as the strongest warrior race in the entire Seventh Universe, defenders of the PTO led by their strongest, the “Dragon of New Salda” General Karn and his family.You the players will (most often) control Karn. A man who has grown from his lowly beginnings as a 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 well over a dozen powerful and unique children, a mentor and teacher to his fellow Saiyans, and the best hope for his universe's continued survival. No one warrior can hope to battle eight other universes' strongest fighters alone and hope to prevail, one man's power and skill won't be enough to overcome the looming threat of extermination. But this coming battle will be the ultimate test of how you've lived your life until now, the choices you made not only for yourself, but for the fate of your entire universe.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 votingComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6324015>how fuckedNot nearly as bad as it could have been. Her going beyond her limits, thanks to your encouragement did vastly mitigate the loss to her power she would have taken had she gone out there at the edge.No, that's where Cooler went while Freeza and Moro were fighting with Hakai energy. He went to take out some of the weaker fighters quick before Moro could escape and drain their energy.>>6324019Ha! Well, we'll see how much power he's got left.>>6324020Possibly. But not letting him rest will be a key factor in fighting someone with such a small stamina tank. But saving either Supreme Instinct or Black Freeza would be prodent.True, but also the higher risk of Jiren surpassing his limits and squad wiping whoever's attacking him.>>6324025Glad you enjoyed.Chaya pushed him longer and harder than he's fought in a LONG time, he's clearly gassed. Now the question's how well and how long he can fight while gassed out.You might not have a chance to go after Dyspo, because Jiren's coming at you.We'll see what Doom decides to do, Kale and Caulifla are still recovering from getting Jiren'd.>but that's why we brought friends we can depend on, right?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6324058>Freeza's recovering. He'd not tried that defensive Hakai technique before, and it was exhausting.>he's able to bullshit that convincingly while trying new stuff He really should get into acting. I hear a soda company is doing a commercial for a new drink.
>>6324058>Berserker God approval acts as a buffer for a God's faith when they lose it.That is fascinating. I'm curious as to how she feels if she wakes up before the fighting is done, what would happen if she got back with just enough stamina to run it back and knock out Jiren?>Cooler put in work?My God, its a miracle, Cooler did his job and went above and beyond the call of duty. Even managed to keep Freeza in. I give him a solum head nod in respect. Glad he got better.>Freeza was full of shit with his Destruction techniqueWhat this Anon said>>6324063If he ever felt like it, he'd take the Theater world by storm.
>>6324063Freeza's repeatedly called a PRODIGY for a reason. He saw Krillin throwing out Destructo Disc once and not only copied it but made it arguably better with homing. As for his acting, well, we have two canon to Super examples of his acting chops. Freeza vs Assassin Hakai and "Broly look! Your father...!" Bro can put on a show. Hell, even in Z he was playing around for 90% of his screentime until Goku went Super.>>6324088Not quite. It's more... Simple and complicated than that small spoiler for how it all works, but, when the ANTI-DIVINE believes, when the "destroy the gods" power has Faith in a deity, that Faith's turbo charged. It doesn't act as a buffer to prevent damage to Faith, that reduction was more Chaya REFUSING to quit, thanks to your pep talk. Which do you think would hurt belief in her more: her just getting unceremoniously knocked off the ring, proving Jiren's stronger? Or getting one last burst, giving everything she's got and damaging the "untouchable" Jiren enough to have obliterated the top half of his uniform and made his own team think he was KOd?If she gets back up before Jiren's out, she'll want to run it back absolutely.Cooler realized that their techniques and plans to stop Moro had failed, and there were only two options left: Black Freeza or his Absolute Zero. And with Chaya and Jiren STILL fighting at that level, he made his choice. Despite being the first and currently only out in U7, he's earned Beerus' and even the Kais' respect.I like to think he was a theater kid when he was little, King Cold applauding as Cooler fucked off and studied how to run an empire or practiced techniques.
>>6324173>I like to think he was a theater kid when he was little, King Cold applauding as Cooler fucked off and studied how to run an empire or practiced techniques.I'm sure there's a well worn book of Coruscanti plays sitting in Frieza's quarters even now, a gift from his father most likely.Speaking of the Cold clan though, are Cooler and Frieza still stalling on having any kids? I know Cold probably wants to see his grandchildren before he passes at the very least.
Quest Resources (stats, party, location, neofauna information, date, time, etc.): https://rentry.org/PokepocalypseQSTQuest Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Pok%C3%A9pocalypse%20Revival (Start here if you want to catch up on the quest's previous threads!)Updates will be attempted every 2 days! Ideally, I will be back to daily updates by the end of this thread. Absences will be announced in advance and given definitive end dates if I can manage it.<><><><><>Within the Year of Our Lord, 1884, upon a world quite similar to our own, all civilization is at war with a peculiar breed of creature......all civilization, that is, save for Walter Buchanan and his companions. Walter, an aspiring naturalist, sees the good in these creatures: these demons of earth and sky, able to command the very heavens themselves, privy to the inner thoughts of man and the very souls that animate them. He has tamed four such creatures, all of whom walk by his side: Aster, his flaming foal; Mary, his electric sheep; Taylor, his silk-spinning caterpillar compatriot; Florian, his aromatic flower sprite. These creatures, whom he dubs "neofauna," are not his only company. Walter is further joined by two human travelers: Thomas J. Steele, a businessman and state representative of Indiana, and "Andrew," a former buffalo hunter now employed as Steele's own bodyguard. All three of these men share a common cause: a desire to return to the East Coast.This trio is further bound together not only by shared experience, but by their shared allegiance to the Staters: a movement led by a group of rebellious Californians looking to upend the most recent state governor, C. P. Huntington, for his atrocities against the state of California. The treacherous governor has used the state militia to launch a coordinated raid on the Staters' former headquarters, and suspicions abound that he is now responsible for multiple deaths within the movement-- deaths which the Stater's stalwart leader, Aaron Muyr, now seeks to avenge...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6323067>Stay to protect her, even if it meant your injury!We still have two bullets. Make them count!
>>6323067>Stay to protect her.Shoot Huntington in the head, and then use your spare bullets on the Houndour. At the end of this, only one man can leave this office alive.
>>6323815That's a good plan except for the fact that it's murder, it's out of character and we're definitely not that good a shot.
>>6323815>>6323838I am also against shooting him if zapping him and the hound into paralysis or unconsciousnesses is on the table.
(Gotta delay the entry one more day, sorry. Got real busy today and I'm still not done. Won't be able to write before midnight, and by then I doubt I'll be capable. Apologies!)on another note,>>6323181>Mary's POV was awesome QM.thank you, I'm glad to hear it! I was very nervous about including it, so to hear that it landed is very nice :)
You are Phlegna, the underworld goddess of plague. The world has just been ravaged by a cataclysm, and although you had nothing to do with it, you got empowered by the ensuing generalized bad health. Most of the old gods were killed or driven away. You escaped your prison while more powerful and far more evil deities made their escape into the outer planes. You thought about escaping as well, but the material plane right underneath your sacred stars was just - rather empty. You don't think there are more than 100,000 souls in the entire world. Most deities think this is too scant a meal to bother, so you're alone - for now. You are now looking for a particularly gifted individual or group that you can empower so as to restart your ancient cult. And who knows - maybe this time around you'll achieve divine supremacy.Searching far and wide, you find only small scattered groups. There are a few representants of most races, but they are all scattered. There are places where members of the same race are continents apart, with little hope of ever rejoining. You look around for a resilient little group, and you find a race of:> Humans> Elves> Dwarves> Gnomes> Orcs> Undead> Demons> Ratfolk> Write in
Rolled 15 (1d100)>>6320154I support this.
>>6320154>>6320172"We could work together. Help me rebuild this world in our image. I hold sway over some orcs. You currently rule the kobolds. What sort of world would you like to see? I desire a peaceful one with many people who grow old and die of diseases in their old age. If this world does become repopulated the other gods will return and I will need help to fend them off. Is my world vision compatable with yours? Also, by what name should I call you?""I am Alderac, the Ancient. The only world I want to see is one where the natural order of things is in place. All things fearing dragons. Due tribute given by the lesser races. Each dragon with its own vital territory. Respect to the eldest and most powerful. I have little interest in the lesser races except as a means to receive the due tribute. Gods are unnatural. They steer the mortals away from paying the due tribute.""If it is tribute you wish, we could shape a religion where one of its tennets is giving tributes to dragons. I don't care about it, I just need the mortals to multiply, so I can cull them with disease. Think about it, Alderac! This world could be ours!""Hmmm... I face a small problem. Though I've found dragons of other colors, I haven't yet found a female black dragon. My race might perish."You raise your head and Look Beyond, the powerful ability the gods have of seeing anything anywhere no matter the distance. You eyes glow and you know the answer!"I see a female black dragon, alright. She's alone in a swamp, very far from here. She's small... the size of horse. Her name is... Zarbele!"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>Correct directions.We might not be strong enough to protect babie Zarbele on our own and it's a show of good faith. If Alderac betrays our trust presumeably we can figure out some sort of dragon disease with which to repay him.
>>6320911>> Give Alderac the correct directions
>>6321078>>6321123"The Swamp of Oleryth. There is an ancient temple there. She's hiding on the lowest level.""Hmm... I'd have to tear her lair apart to get to her. She would probably flee long before I reached her. I will have to make her come to me instead. I'll arrange it.""So what do you say about my generous offer?""I say... let's see if you have any staying power, Phlegna. I've seen gods be born and die, entire pantheons rise to power and vanish. For now, just follow my advice - you will need someone who can take a hit for you. The animated carcass of a dead god could be your first line of defense when more things like yourself decide to show up. And believe me, they will. This world never remains abandoned for long.""The carcass... of a dead god...?"You ask and then suddenly the vision comes to you. You see a massive battle where three gods beaten, raped and then killed a goddess of music. Her remains lay strew on a forgotten continent, sunken beneath the waves.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Sing, goddess, of thirsty Argos, and of the glory of Hippomedon Aristomachides - sing of the folly of Adrastus, of the savagery of Tydeus and of Oedipal transgressions! Sing, O Muse, of Zeus’ designs, which even now come to fulfillment…
>>6324110>16,25 vs 21,24 - kek, Nicodromus blows it with a sloppy miss as well. They'll go for a tag-team on the bull next Phase and that will probably go much better for them.Next update will come tomorrow evening 10pm EST. Thanks for everyone's patience - these events can be sort of a grind.
>>6324111Appreciate the kind words, anon. I mostly felt more comfortable doing the army battling out of the quest thread because it was something of a dry run for an actual battle sequence, and more importantly, the stakes were quite a bit lower (a couple of reputation points with Adrastus). I do actually have a spreadsheet for this tournament as well, of course :), but Hippo stands to win a considerable amount in this tournament (Kleos, sure, but other things as well) and could also possibly lose, at great personal cost, as well. No one has really taken seriously the idea that Hippomedon may completely lose his marbles if some idiot takes his father's shield home. At any rate, it's quite critical that I take my time and do this properly, because so much of SATQ and the rest of TWQverse depends on it...
Rolled 8, 8, 17 = 33 (3d20)The great surge of voices fades away into jeers and scattered catcalls - clearly, whatever attack was launched failed again. You fall into the rhythm of the challenge - the cart swaying and rocking as it goes down the slopes, the shores of the Malian gulf drawing closer. You enjoy the challenge, of course, as you push your body to its limits. You have hours to go until you are on the victor's stand, and eventually you will tire, but for now, the excitement sustains your forward progress very well. You briefly wonder what Deianira and Euanippe might be doing this morning - a girl of one and her mother. With luck, they are enjoying the fine weather outdoors - Deianira loves sunny days. You miss the child - you haven't seen her face for nearly two weeks...>rolling for initiative on the Nico, Halo, Bull conflict at the top of Phase 2 in N,H,B configuration. All parties now have a +1 AGI bonus - the "whipped" bull bonus has faded away.
Rolled 9, 17, 2, 13, 3, 3, 11, 6, 9, 18, 14, 4, 2, 17 = 128 (14d20)>>6324227Ah - she truly is a delight. Her hair - lightest blonde - was just beginning to grow when you had left your estates. You'd been surprised that she had been bald so far long, but Euanippe has assured you that this is normal for a yearling child. She has changed you - the same hands that would throw ten ten down to Tartarus in the morning would hold her gently in the afternoon, as carefully as you might try to hold a cloud from the sky. Another roar from the crowd in the arena - you glance back at Hyperbius and see that your lead is steadily growing as you had hoped. >rolling for Gate 1 Bull against Halocrates. BTHx3 (+1), BWx3 (+6), HDx3(+1), HBx3 (+9) format. Last two dice are for horn vs headbutt vs hooves, and damage, should bull connect
Rolled 9, 19 = 28 (2d20)>>6324229In the sky above, you see a pair of sea eagles wheeling - like you, they are heading towards the sea. To your surprise, you see a pair of fledgings trailing behind them, their wings smaller and less confident in the air - they flap frantically to catch their parents. Perhaps their first flight out of the nest?>18, 19 vs 12, 27 - bull connects by fails to wound And again, the crowd's energy dissipates into mocking calls - clearly, more disappointment at a bloodless outcome. The downsloping trail is still smoothly graded as you labor. >Now for the Sardinians twin's grapple attempt - they forgo their clubs and simply lay hands on the beast - should have done this from the start. Nico has a +10 STR bonus and is the prime grappler. Halocrates tags on and adds his STR bonus too - another +10. It's incredibly unlikely that the bull would be able to fight out, so we'll forgo this and instead say that the Twins are now frogmarching the bull towards the left middle cage. >We turn our attentions now to Faibokranef - rolling for initiative. Fai has a +8 bonus, Gate 2 Bull has a +1 bonus. F vs B formatOnly a few seconds later, you hear some loud and clear calls - "AE-GYP-TIAN! AE-GYP-TIAN!" and at the same time, another side of the arena bursts into cheers - you suspect that a bull has been captured - by the twins, if you had to guess... You likely have only a minute before they enter the cart-push striving properly.
