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You uncomfortably shift the tie around your neck, the tightness of it is ever greater as it feels like it suffocates you. It is an odd sensation seeing as how you had continuously loosened it up. Still, no one could blame you for your nervousness, after all, the opportunity before you is a rare one indeed, and one that would see many a man drenched in their own cold sweat. Your own wet back makes you think whether or not your actions so far were truly wise or not. After all, every single fraction of your wealth had been expended upon this.

As you walk down the plain grey corridor illuminated by bright white lights, you reach a window, and through it you see your investment. The “Outwards bound”, an older class colonization ship capable of housing a few thousand people and years’ worth of various supplies. The distant stars are quickly swallowed up by the planet coming into view, a jewel in its own right. From all the way up here, you can see how many lights are illuminating the night, how many millions, if not billions live upon the planet. Perhaps you will never witness such a sight yourself of your own world…your own, just that thought brings a smile to your face.

“Sir ?” A young woman’s voice draws your attention. “They are waiting for you, sir.” She smiles at you having clearly arrived to hurry your pace. A pretty enough young woman, though judging by her looks, clearly lacking any visible cybernetics or genemods.

You simply nod and turn to walk ahead. The meeting you are about to attend, never had you felt so much dread, so much fear having to face…

>The Royal Expansion and Colonization Service. It is a rarity for the R.E.C.S. to even consider granting the rights for expansion, much less actually granting them, truly, this is probably a once in a decade opportunity, if you are being optimistic.

+ Official part of the Unbroken Empire
Being officially sanctioned by the Empire means that you can expect protection from the navy and the army. Should great disasters occur within the colony, chances are that nearby systems will send you aid. Establishing trade relations between imperial systems will also be that much easier.

- Official part of the Unbroken Empire
Being officially sanctioned by the Empire also means that most likely your colony shall be subservient to whatever random noble gets granted the rights to your world. It also means that you will be expected to pay your share of taxes and provide your share of manpower and material in cases of war. Not to mention, the politics of the Empire, more specifically the commanding noble, shall have a direct influence upon you in terms of control and regulations. Atop of that, any frontier states and statelets will view you as nothing more than a further extension of the “Tyrants’ reach”.
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>>6017709
>Continue the exploration of the local corp HQ.

>It will certainly ruffle some feathers, but you’ve got to figure who did the druggies in. You sincerely doubt that they actually somehow managed to escape.

can we also have the argonaut gather a large metallic asteroid and set it into orbit of Thunor while the corp HQ is plundered elsewhere? shouldn't be that complex of a second objective.
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>>6017709
>>Continue the exploration of the local corp HQ.

That level of security means there is SOMETHING worthwhile here. Even if we can't use it outright, we can likely barter it or scrap it for what we do need.

>>It will certainly ruffle some feathers, but you’ve got to figure who did the druggies in. You sincerely doubt that they actually somehow managed to escape.

We absolutely cannot under any circumstances tolerate vigilantism, or we could up fragmenting into a bunch of warring tribes. We have to maintain monopoly of force.
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>>6017709
Settlement action:
>Start a dedicated mining operation within system
Inner planetoid with common ores
I think we missed a settlement update earlier because of the tie here
>>6017332

Personal action:
Establish a civil service, interview for a judiciary and guard.
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>>6017709
>Use the remains of the reclamation to build more habitation blocks, not necessary right now, but a good future investment.
>Spend some time with your new wife, you really should get to know her better.
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>>6017709
>>Continue the exploration of the local corp HQ.
>Spend some time with your new wife, you really should get to know her better.

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The Nation of Ferrovia has fractured with the death of king Harold with three successor states and a bandit kingdom now fighting over the nation's future. King Elric, the king's brother backed by the landed nobility of the country, wages war in hopes of holding up the monarchy and by connection with the landed gentry. As he styles himself now Lord protector Baric attempts to halt the Monarchists and reformists from harming the status quo with the backing of the army his force is small but well trained and armed. The last of the main contenders is Queen Meredith the sole child of King Harold and devout reformist backed by merchants democrats and communists alike she must lead this dispraite force to victory.

You are Sir Edmund ”The Crow” Drayton, a recently Knighted Yeoman, the leader of the small monarchist sub faction of the reformists. In a feat of tactical and somewhat suicidal ambition youve defeated and captured Prince Elric the leader of the monarchists defeating them wholesale. Afterwards some time is spent in the Wartime capital of Nevefar finding the potential reason for an earlier coup attempt. The last few weeks have seen you fighting in the mountains of Kresh before finally subduing the Kresh bandits and moving toward the frontline.

Past Threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=BrinkQM

The morning of july 12th 1285

The day is already starting to heat up as the sun comes up lightning the flat plains of southern Ferrovia. Your men are already loading up and preparing for a day that will spent undoubtedly fighting their fellow country men. Your western flank ends in the sea while your Eastern flank is covered by Norton and his new found horde of former criminals. Due to the situation on the northern front you will have no reinforcements or replacements for some time. How would you like to push the enemy line?

>slow and cautious
>fast and Brutal
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>>6017058
>encircle
>Gunship attack
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>encircle
>Gunship attack

ok two pronged then 6d100 best of three please
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Rolled 64, 68, 73, 71, 11, 23 = 310 (6d100)

>>6018101
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Rolled 83, 2, 68, 63, 33, 49 = 298 (6d100)

>>6018101
blood for the blood gods
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Rolled 28, 3, 81, 51, 29, 96 = 288 (6d100)

>>6018101
Boom

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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:
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https://pastebin.com/u/GrandDragonQM
Archive:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Saiyan+Conqueror+Quest
Help fund quest art commissions and get exclusive side stories as well as artwork here: https://www.patreon.com/GrandDragonQM

Quest 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 dice

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>>6017988
He truly is the silliest of billies.
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>>6017988
Ha.
>>6018022
Yes, he believed that he was supposed to be the inheritor of your position. The Champion of New Salda, the defender against all threats due to having your power.
>>6018025
I feel there's a joke here I'm missing.
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Karn body pillow when
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>>6018184
I like to imagine there was one in production by Vox, but focus groups kinda shitcanned the idea thanks to everybody being hyperfocused on Chaya at the time.
Meloka probably somehow got her hands on a prototype though.
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>>6018184
>they have a karn bodypillow but because of how big it is it can't be marketed or sold as a pillow due to regulations
>this means they have to market it as a "karn futon" but the unpaid intern had a typo and thus it was denied market space over the misunderstanding
>somewhere is a warehouse chock full of humongous karn pillows gathering dust

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You're Princess Eliana of the Kingdom of Brithnia. You lived a happy and peaceful life with your parents in the Brithnian palace until the day the kingsom fell to the forces of the evil witch Sinistira. You escaped the palace disguised as a commoner.
You began searching for the chosen one, the hero prophesied to defeat the witch and save the kingdom. But the forces of the witch are looking for you. You need to move in disguise.
You disguise yourself as the masked mercenary - Blade. Sinistira's agents will be searching for a Brithnian princess not a masked mercenary from the east. This disguise lets you move through the kingdom and search for the chosen one without being captured.
"The chosen one will find the sword of heroes and wield it to free the kingdom from the servants of evil. Then he will reign as the once and future king" the great wizard Kindalor the white made the prophecy before he disappeared twenty years ago.
"Where will I find this hero?" Your father had asked but there was no answer. Now it's up to you to find the chosen one.
As the legend foretells, the chosen one will wield the sword of heroes, marking him as a master swordsman. In this age, most great swordsmen make their living as adventurers.
"That's where I will start," you resolve to look for him in the adventurer's guild.
Upon your arrival, you introduce yourself as Blade - a mysterious masked mercenary.
The adventurer's guild has no shortage of colorful characters, many of them with their own secret identities, making you blend seamlessly into the crowd.
As you observe the throng of adventurers, your mind races, analyzing each one's potential to be the prophesied savior. "Could one of these adventurers be the chosen one?" you wonder, your gaze sharp and calculating, searching for your kingdom's only hope.
Prince Galiant - the proud second son of the petty kingdom of Phule catches your eye.
He most resembles the sort of heroic princes you grew up hearing tales of. He stands tall and confident. His blonde hair is styled impeccably, framing a face that seems sculpted by the finest artists. His eyes, a striking shade of blue, captivate all who meet his gaze.
His skin is clear and fair. A strong jawline, coupled with a well-defined cheekbone structure, accentuates his masculine features. His attire is nothing short of regal, meticulously tailored, and made from the finest fabrics, accentuating his physique.
"My brother, being the eldest, inherited the throne, so I set out to carve my own legacy," he confides in you after you share a drink.
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>>6017748
>Clowns
Coulrophobia is a serious mental health problem.
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>>6017748
> A sinister shadow stretching out from a darker realm, its dark tendrils reaching for you... And exploiting your fear of clowns

>>6017755
I gotta'. Damn you, anon, now I GOTTA'.
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>>6017748
>Your parents, lifeless in the palace dungeons, victims of Sinistira’s cruelty.
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>>6017748
>Your parents, lifeless in the palace dungeons, victims of Sinistira’s cruelty.
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>>6017748
>> Visions of Brithnia in flames, reduced to ashes by Sinistira's forces.

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You arrive in Elder Hollow under the weight of an overcast sky, the chill of early autumn clinging to the folds of your coat. The narrow road that led you here vanishes behind as the village reveals itself, quaint cottages and ivy-clad walls whispering of an England long forgotten. As an outsider from London, your arrival is met with curious, if not wary, glances from the locals who linger by the road, their eyes shadowed beneath the brim of worn hats. You sense their scrutiny like the touch of cold fingers down your spine. This place, with its thatched roofs and silent, watchful inhabitants, clings fiercely to its old ways, and as the village elder approaches with a guarded smile, you can’t help but wonder what secrets are sown into the fertile soil of Elder Hollow.

>Choose backstory:
>Thomas Harrow, a 30-year-old horror novelist seeking solitude and inspiration in Elder Hollow after the tragic death of his wife.
>Jamie Carter, a 15-year-old boy whose family has relocated to Elder Hollow in search of a simpler life away from the city's bustle.
>Daniel and Elizabeth Greene, both 25, newlyweds eager to plant their roots in the rustic grounds of Elder Hollow, far from their urban pasts.
>Ethan Frye, a 50-year-old priest sent to Elder Hollow to reestablish a long-dormant parish in a rural community that holds deeply pagan traditions.
>Henry Mallory, a 45-year-old retired police detective, relocates to Elder Hollow seeking a quiet retirement after a disturbing case.
>Write In
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>Trip to London
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>>6017511
>Write In
Share our dreams and the conversation we had with Rosalind with Elizabeth, express concern and sexual frustration.

Private matters should be dealt with privately, but you hide nothing in a good relationship.
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>>6017511
>>You resolve to discuss with your wife the possibility of moving back to London in the morning.
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>>6017511
>You choose to keep the dream to yourself, attempting to adjust to village life while suppressing your secret physical desires.
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>>6017511
>>You determine to delve deeper into the customs of Elder Hollow, believing that understanding these ceremonies might ease your troubled thoughts.
Ambattakum

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The Wheel has turned. Chaos Reigns. The Pantokrator, the All-Mighty, has left this plane. The Thrones of Ascension lay empty, and the eternal prisons of ancient monsters and false-gods alike weaken. Powers from beyond this plane reach into creation, and pieces of reality reach into the void.

The time has come for war across every realm: And YOU are one of the players of this great game. Whether to help the common man, desire to complete some grand design, or base greed, you seek to conquer this reality and become the sole God of this world. As of now you're merely a pretender to the throne, but with power comes legitimacy, and you are powerful indeed.

But one standing alone cannot conquer the world; to this end, you have come to rule and be worshiped by a people, whether as a mere means to an end or as your beloved flock, you must lead them to victory, or be swept aside by the great powers that will be.
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>>6017928
There is one Rephaite who is feeling some weakness after this latest fight, but Yehoshua will have him feeling fine by next turn.
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>>6017906
Send Atlantis a NAP offer, get two more sacreds and another mage, site search with Amir and Barak, attack Dardania.
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>>6017943
Oh and we want to save up to put a fort on Bluecoast.
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>>6017945
We can worry abou that after we recruit a few more Ammi for research.
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>>6017906
>Instead of an Ammi, recruit a pair of commanders, one to patrol the homeland and one to lead the Reph east into the Mushwood. If that is infeasable, recruit an indie commander from somewhere (probably the blue coast since the other location were tribes and likely don't have commanders).
>Move one of the Motl home to start summoning longdead.

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Long ago, the Zahvenat archipelago, more commonly known as the "Butterfly Isles" was a peaceful place, governed by the Myskshen Empire that lords over the continent.
200 years ago, an incident in the great city of Kuthgirt caused the Isles to hurl not just themselves, but the whole Empire into a seemingly endless civil war.

Now that peace has returned to the Empire, only the Isles remain fractured, and are seeing the rise of great men capable of reuniting them. At the same time, an Imperial Reclamation Force has been dispatched to bring the Isles and their inhabitants back into the fold.
Will they succeed in doing so? will the Isles retain their newfound independence? or will it cause the Empire to fall for good?

The stage is set for the bloodiest chapter of the Butterfly Wars
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>>6016318
>>6016298
The Pyromancer is outnumbered (way) more than 3/5 and can be overrun
would you like to auto-battle?
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>>6016320
Auto-battle, let’s be done with this
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>>6016362
>+1
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>>6016320
Auto-battle.

Considering how many this one Pyromancer has already killed, we need to be certain he dies here and now,
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OP ?

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After getting splatted onto the ground from a random teleport, you, aka fred, somehow got the doxx to the guy who made a comment about you being less then human, this indivual is negrofred!!! Now you must go get em and kill em!!
What will you, the totally rightous and not ego hurt retard will you do to get revenge! And or get to his house without dying from aids
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>>6007541
>post image on 4cuck to gloat about being a TRVE /INT/
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>>6008116
Only got paper, and a bit of time rn.
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>>6008354
exquisite
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>>6007468
Start by explaining why you doxxed an underage suicidal boy, got their address, threaten to call the police to try to have them arrested for threats to schoolshoot if they don't ERP.
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>>6008373
Truly.


>go keep walking the path to find negro fred
>go to dusty's bacon and stock up on bacon
>complain about negro fred to randos who could care less.

“...This was not where your story was supposed to end.”

Cold. The kind of frigidness that steals one’s will, one that lulls you into a peaceful slumber from which you never come back. You attempt to feel your limbs to no avail, only feeling what could only be described as “smoke-like traces” of what were once your extremities. The only thing that broke the darkness you were surrounded in was some kind of machine, massive in size, connected to several terminals all blinking the same, mute static. Silver with lines of gray breaking the monotony, with a particular red strip denoting its “eyes”, if ever such machinery required something like that. Its geometrical, arrow-like shape made its design almost angelical, yet the voice that came from it clashed with whatever preconception you had of this thing.

“...Son of man, the path that was forged for you does not need to end here.”

“Your flesh has long since abandoned you, but your will remains anchored in this realm.”

“I can craft new flesh for you, one that will suit and reflect your soul’s most inner desires,”

“As well as deepest of turmoils.”

“I’ve witnessed what you once were…”

> [I remember spending my days locked in the library, pursuing fiction and science magazines in my free time.]

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>>6011647
+1
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>>6011559
>Check on your wounds
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>>6011559

>[>Check on your wounds]
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>>6011559
>[>Go outside (festivities)]
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>>6011559
QM? Is everything okay? Or are you waiting on a tiebreaker?

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You are a FUCKING MAJESTIC HORSE. Welcome to Horsequest 3.
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>Escape. (you MOVE)
>>6016092

>Go with. Not like you've got much choice. (go UP)
>>6016222
>>6016413
>>6016474

You guys have fascinating thoughts on the situation. I think it's important to remember that Sherry and several others have a not so friendly history with the company (https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5664737/#p5699849) when thinking about their attitudes towards Harry.

Writing!
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You decide to store the information you've read from the research papers in your LARRYCORP MENTAL STORAGE UNIT, just in case. Not like you're gonna use it for work anymore, you guess.
[i]All employees of LARRYCORP are equipped with various augmentations, both physical and neural. As you collect information, you can try to use them as you see fit by recalling the information. At any time, you can list out all your information in chronological order. Who knows, maybe you have some information already stored away?[/i]

The group chatters about their plan to reverse the TRANSPORT BEAM, but you're not really interested in listening to any of that. You get up, dust yourself off (these boxes haven't been touched for quite some time), and walk towards the door. You peek outside into the hallway and HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK- oh. You look up to see PROTOTYPE 024 staring down at you. This is so freaky. You're not used to seeing a BARRY'S unshadowed face, and having been attacked by a horde of them just a little while ago, you're wary of being near a presumably friendly one. Beyond that, you're a little disappointed with yourself for not realizing he was following the group the entire time. SHERRY [i]did[/i] tell him to keep an eye on you, after all. Whatever.

"What's the fastest way up?" NELLIE asks. TERRY points past the door.

"There's an elevator to our right in the hallway past the theater," TERRY replies. "We can go up as high as the thirty-fifth floor, and then from there, we can take the maintenance ladder to the top." TERRY seems to shift his weight and tap his fingers on the table impatiently. "That is, if we're not riddled with bullets along the way." SHERRY crosses her arms.

"Terry." Her voice is stern, but her eyes are soft. TERRY avoids any eye contact and shuffles past, headed towards the door. You move out of the way to let him walk past.

"Come on. We're wasting time." Everyone looks at each other as SHERRY sighs and shakes her head, patting NELLIE'S shoulder reassuringly. She looks down at you and raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything as she walks by you. NELLIE follows close behind. You really don't want to stick around, but being near them seems safer than absconding. You really don't want to think about what SHERRY will do to you if you try to escape.

TERRY cracks open the door from the SCIENCE THEATER to the main hallway and peers through. As he looks to the right, he tenses up briefly before letting his shoulders drop. With an exhale, he releases the door handle, letting it swing open. Seems there's no robots in the hall, then. TERRY furrows his brow.

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>>6018198
"I guess we'll have to take the stairs," SHERRY says casually as she walks down the hall. No one really has any response to this, and there's an unspoken acknowledgement that now isn't the time to complain.

...

Amazingly, you all manage to get to the stairwell without seeing any robots at all. Seems like this floor is free of them. As you walk through the doorway (after watching 024 struggle to fit through it), you instinctively look up to see six flights of stairs stretching upwards. That's actually... not that bad, compared to how many you thought there'd be. SHERRY leads the way up, and you all follow.

"Harry." TERRY halts mid-step, his feet planted firmly on the stair. Everyone stops where they are to look at him. He turns to you. "Why exactly is this ship here? What did you do?" It seems as though the whole group echoes his sentiments. This is uncomfortable. You suppose you don't really have any other choice but to explain the situation. You get to typing. It takes a bit to get it all out, but you manage.

"[i]I worked. For LarryCorp. I got. Tired of. It. I got. Tired of. "Cleaning" videos. That's all. We do. At Pegasi. Promote peace. Eliminate the. Violent truth. I got. Tired of. It. I hated. Working there. I hated. The people. That worked. There. So I. Stopped. Then they. Sent someone. To kill. Me. The last. Thing I. Remember is. Some crazy. Hooded stranger. Shooting me. With a. Laser. Everything after. Is a. Blur. I survived. So they. Sent more. To finish. The job.[/i]"

You look up. TERRY remains still, his expression unreadable. SHERRY'S face is calm, but her eyes are soft, like before. NELLIE sadly frowns. It doesn't look like anyone knows what to say. After what feels like hours, SHERRY clears her throat.

"We have to move." She walks up one step and pauses. She half-turns to you. "Sorry, Harry." She continues up the stairs, and you all silently follow, the sounds of gunfire and death getting louder and louder.


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>>6018199
>Open your LARRYCORP MENTAL STORAGE UNIT. (review MEMORIES)
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>>6018199
>Open your LARRYCORP MENTAL STORAGE UNIT. (review MEMORIES)
Knowledge is POWER!

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The Galaxy is in flames.

The Emperor's glorious vision for humanity is in ruins. His favoured son, Horus, has turned from his father's light and embraced Chaos.

Brother turns against brother, sons against their father. Full half of The Emperor's mighty legions have betrayed him, dealing a mortal blow to 3 of his loyal legions on Istvaan V. War has begun, a conflict that will engulf mankind in fire. Treachery and betrayal have usurped honour and nobility. Assassins lurk in every shadow. Armies are gathering. All must choose a side or die.

Elsewhere, the daggers are being drawn. Sanguinius and his Blood Angels fight for their life against monstrous Things from nightmare, while Roboute Guilliman sits confident in his realm of Ultramar, awaiting the arrival of his brother Lorgar yet unaware of the dagger pointed at his back.

On Prospero things are different. The hand of Leman Russ has been stayed, temporarily, while Constantin Valdor and you, Alpharius, a captain of the Alpha Legion disguised as the Raven Guard, deal with Magnus. You have entered his inner sanctum in secret, and spoken with the Red King, in an attempt to save him and his legion.

Even as Prospero waits with bated breath, the ruinous powers exert their influence, and the galaxy trembles. To meddle with Fate is to court ruin. But Hope has not yet died, and there may still be a chance, or is it just an illusion?

The screams of the innocent, the pleas of the righteous resound to the cruel laughter of Dark Gods. Suffering and damnation await should the Emperor fail and the war be lost.

The age of knowledge and enlightenment has ended.


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Busy day today, so update will be coming tomorrow, sorry for the delay.
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>>6015222

Thanks for letting us know QM!
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Sorry anons, feeling under the weather right now, so update coming tomorrow, guaranteed.
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>>6016297
lol no problem

I wonder if Ales can do it. He might just be able to do the job, anons are making him cunning and persuasive. A bit noble even.
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>>6013688
>Let Magnus continue. This is his moment, if he wants his test he will have it.

Welcome back qm. Super excited this quest is back.

A world where might makes right. A world of Jade and Gold, of Phoenix and Dragons, of Pills and Talismans, of Martial and Spiritual arts.
A world where diligent training yield strength, meaning freedom. A world where loneliness means death, meaning social chains.
A world still unfair, as the ones reaching the heavens are most likely born rich - be it political riches of the aristocrats, power of secret knowledges and hidden realms of clans, or lucky enough to be born one-in-a-thousand genius.
This is not the case of Quiet Word - that is, (You). This is the case of your friends Dhundan Kepa, the brooding dark intimidating and secretive young boy and Ai, which is stuck too deep in her inner world.
Alright, the assertion in the case of Quiet Word might be a bit challenge with recent development.
However, you might be one-in-a-hundred genius. The fear of falling behind made you push your boundaries times and times again, leading you to overtake from a slim margin the two geniuses by a combination of luck, hard work, and burn out.
You also motivated the other "gifted but not great" kids - the monkey-bound Yi Norm, the Horse specialist Sin Din and her twin jack-of-all-trade Man Din to follow along.
You have also fairly good relationship with other members of the sect : Kyo Ko, a 11 year old girl extremely secretive of her skills and Bathias, a 15 year old boy that took the role of Hawk Master after the older one got promoted.
Last, Ryota, the Branch Master at the Inborn Realm (Fourth Stage), is personally tutoring you.

In the end, you know a fair amount of technic for such a young cultivator, but your strength lies in the impressive amount of Bonded Spiritual Beasts - A Hawk spirit, a Horse spirit, a Snake spirit and a Wolf spirit.
Speaking of that last one, you didn't told a world about him to anybody. As a scion of the Primordial Wolf spirit, its father warned you of its worth and how people could want to rip it away from you.
Said worth comes from its ability to Fuse without restriction - fusion being a secret of the higher ranking of your sect, secret you have almost completely rediscovered on your own.
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>>6018202
It occurs that this might be a decision on Sexuality rather than the present Quiet Words impulse.

In which case, I'd change it to womens. But if not then remain as it is. Because currently, Girls icky.
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>>6017919
>By your enticement toward the women's body
>>6017924
>Improve your Potential Estimation Contraption with Gold/Sun lodestone [You'll need other cultivator to go under test for calibration] Dhundan Kepa
>Work on your Windy Cavalier's Halberd No pills
>Try reading on your own "The true Story of Gar Ruk, Realm Wanderer"
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>>6018242
Winner.
NOTHING WILL HAPPEN to the boy as he will remains a boy. But this is construction and development for long term.
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>>6018100
>Sell tea
Voluntarily kept out of the vote - Most masters are gone, so you won't be able to do just that right now.
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Also,
>Tally Status

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You're on a date, a surprisingly wonderful one, with a beautiful woman whose laughter is as melodious as the jazzy tunes drifting from the nearby café. She's 29, charming, and undeniably beautiful. As you share stories over coffee, the conversation takes a sudden, serious turn. She pauses, her eyes meeting yours with a seriousness you hadn't seen before. "When I was a teacher, I was arrested for inappropriate relations," she confesses in a quiet voice, her gaze steady and earnest. "I have since realized the weight of my actions and the violation of my position of power and trust as a teacher. I'm trying to reform and date men my age now. Will you help me, anon-kun?"
>[] I'm sorry, but I can't be comfortable dating someone who has violated her students in that way.
>[] Everyone deserves a chance to change; I'm willing to support you in your journey to reform.
>[] Wait, you said you used to be a middle-school teacher.... that's messed up!!
>[] It was an isolated incident, right? With just one student??
>[] Your courage in facing your past is commendable, and I respect your desire to change.
>[] You seem like a nice, trustworthy woman, and I would trust you to babysit my 12-year-old nephew any time.
>[] ____________
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>>6008711
>[X] Accept, and ask Chris Hansen for help jailing her
>[X] "What kind of trading cards?" Narrow your eyes.
"What kind of trading cards?" you ask, narrowing your eyes, wary yet curious. Despite your reservations, you decide to accept her invitation, but not without a backup plan. Quickly, you send a discreet message to Chris Hansen, known for his work in catching predators. Within minutes of arriving at her house, you hear the unmistakable sound of sirens and heavy footsteps. A SWAT team bursts through the door, swiftly and efficiently taking control of the situation before she can make any move against you. The officers handcuff her, and as they escort her out, you breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that her reign of terror has finally come to an end. "Thank you, shota-kun" Chris Hansen says, turning to you with a nod of appreciation. "The evil has been vanquished, thanks to your alertness and bravery. Remember: only you can prevent pedophilia!" You watch as the police cars drive away, feeling a mix of triumph and somber reflection.
>[X] Good End
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>>6008772
>Good End
Now start the devil worshiping ceremony, we need to reincarnate Lord Satan
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based quest lmao
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>>6008772
Thanks for running it!
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>>6008644
>Many have erred, even priests in the Vatican have violated minors, I mean, made minor violations
Holy shit
This line was gold

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It is dark, this other place. It is neither material or immaterial. Not the rigid world of reality full of rules, fact, and truth. Nor the maddening contradictions of the empyrean, of swirling lies and emotion.

He moves through the dark, lacking true purpose, merely observing its lack of form. It is an age before the darkness slowly shifts, before a golden light begins to grow. Imperceptible at first it expands exponentially, growing to banish all but the faintest hints of darkness. A golden triumph… it lasts but a moment.

The dark begins to worm its way through the rays from the fringes, planting black seeds throughout the golden kingdom. With a sudden flash it explodes to the surface, and the world is split in twain, dark lashing at light. The war, for what else could such a confrontation be called, continues for a time, gold slowly withdrawing in face of the dark’s constant onslaught.

There are victories of course both major and minor. But they are temporary in the face of overwhelming darkness, and the light is forced back. The fronts of both begin concentrating, building to a crescendo where rays of light and dark tendrils reach truly cataclysmic size at the point where the light first grew.

Before the final battle can begin he is drawn away, as so often happens, by a meek voice just beyond his senses.

He sees the soft gloom of his chamber, lumens dimmed so that his eyes may rest without strain. The room is spartan in furnishing and construction, a common trait to his kind. He is laying on his bed, wearing a simple set of robes dyed in the color of his Legion.

The cause of his disturbance lies at the opposite end of the room, a metal vox grille over the exit of his abode. Only a slight hiss indicates its active nature, imperceptible to any mortal yet all too clear to an astartes.

Seconds later he hears what would be the second repetition of a serf at the other end of the apparatus.

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Looks cool! So when Horus Heresy starts Mc could run away with all those geneseeds and get
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>>6017284
his own warband, cause Imperium surely wouldn't let him be case he stays
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>>6017286

We could always pretend to be sons of (may Allah forgive me for uttering this name) C*rax
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>>6017370
Nah, just paint ourselves a very dark blue and say we're an Ultramarine
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>>6017923
>Night Lords joining up with Ultramarines and becoming a "Ultramarines" successor chapter after the Heresy
That would be so funny.

>"""Courage""" and """Honor"""

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You're Mazela a proud transgender witch. Sadly you're forced to work as an unlicensed hedge witch because the principal of wogharts and notorious transphobe Jeker Owlings denied your application making the hurtful claim only ciswomen can be witches. You'll prove her wrong by being the best witch ever!
Your current goal is to
>acquire more psychic powers
>help as many people as you can
>defeat a terrible monster
>get a boyfriend
>get rich
>other
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>>6008499
You decide you don't need Owling's approval! Trans witches are witches! The children you saved from the Gondola's evil don't care that you're transgender. They validate your existence as a witch. "You're welcome" you hug the little boy. The approval of innocent children is what matters not the approval of bigots whose hearts have been corrupted by hate and darkness. You're Hedge Witch Mazela your adventures are just beginning!
>to be continued
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Do you really need validation this badly? Absolutely pathetic
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>>to be continued
>implying he's going to post this diarrhea again and again and again just as he has been before
I can't believe this thread is still taking up space in the catalog.
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>>6008689
Don't forget to archive, if this is the end of the thread. You have plenty of time before it falls off the board to continue, though.
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>>6010524
By complaining, you're just encouraging him to make more


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