>"Your unceasing blood lust has cost our tribe everything, Fight Gnome!">"If you don't stop trying to kill everyone we come across, I will be forced to banish you, to the great wastes beyond!"That was the last thing Chief Gnome said to you, before you tried to FIGHT him.And now you find yourself stuck in the middle of some enormous dust plain, mulling over what to do next.>Kick rocks>Cry>Check out the weird circular rock you're sitting on>Contemplate why your tribe couldn't accept you for who you are
>>64476932 attackStomp the knee and then STONE COLD STUNNER
Rolled 48, 40, 95 = 183 (3d100)>>6447727>>6447807Rolling, if total is odd, buttmunch, if even, Stone Cold StunnerMunch DC = 50 for partial success, 60 for fullStunner DC = 60 for partial success, 70 for full
>>6447695pause a moment in existential doubt... has the bloodlust gone too far?? Was this not the warning of the Elders, that has gone unheeded? >>6445740
[red]test[/red]got stuck behind rangeblock
>>6449647and had a power outage so my ip changed, no more coloured text
The pink petals fall from their tree onto the soft grass below. The Earth continues to empty its reserves as the dying days of summer slip away.You shiver for a moment as the wind blows past, sending an uncomfortable chill through your body."It's been getting colder lately..." you say to yourself.It feels like so much time has passed, but it truly wasn't that long ago that you received that letter in the mail.TATAKE COLLEGE!The headline was printed in bold.That's right. Since moving to this more urban part of Japan, you've had to transfer from your old school. You've heard this one has quite the reputation. It's renowned for hosting martial arts tournaments and boasts a massive sports budget.You let out a sigh. "It's so different compared to back in the countryside..." you mutter.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6446524>I swear to avenge you, no matter what it takeswe shenmue now
>>6446524>I swear to avenge you, no matter what it takes
>>6446524>I promise I'll become the next champion for you..Like no one ever was
>I swear to avenge you, no matter what it takes
Welcome to Vanguard Quest, a simple cooperative mech skirmish quest. New players are welcome any point - if you want to join, please review the latest assembly options below and post your loadout! Thank you for playing!Vanguard Assembly Options: https://rentry.org/VanguardQuestPrevious Thread:>>6396777Archive:Thread 1: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2026/6362888/Thread 2: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2026/6396777/
>>6454913“I am a warrior. War is my business. It is natural that little expense or effort was spared in making sure I was well-equipped.” Hexe shrugged and looked down into the dark pink liquid in the tall-stemmed glass in her hand. “But I was lucky to be gestated during a ‘happy time’. Profits were high and casualties low; replacements were not urgently needed.”She shook her head. “Indeed, their lives are not the stuff of envy. Even their few waking hours are spent in a chemical haze. I doubt they know any better. Though there is, supposedly, honor in service and the fulfillment of one’s purpose...” “As for their exploits...the wanton violence loses its sheen quite quickly. I have the full footage of Wila’s final three assaults. She was a fellow frame pilot candidate. And a friend. ‘Downcycled’ into a commando after neural interface rejection.” Hexe sighed, passing the glass from one hand to the other. “She died well. We can peruse the footage at a time of your choosing.”Somewhat confused, Hexe mirrored Ruin and maneuvered her glass to meet his. “A-ah, yes, why, thank you…! Uhm...Cheers...?” Watching as Ruin drank, she brought the glass to her face and sniffed. A bright red readout from the medical subsystem dominated her vision.“WARNING: ETHANOL VAPOR DETECTED.” “CNSD / SYSTEMIC TOXIN IDENTIFIED.” “DO NOT CONSUME.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6454989Hexe accepted Sailor’s compliment with a nod.“As do you, Sailor. And to think you had said that you lacked the appropriate dress for the occasion. The headgear is especially fitting. It matches your primary optics cluster.”Hexe was only half-listening as Sailor expounded on the Martian preference for radiological weaponry. She couldn’t help but note several drained glasses next to him and regarded her own drink, still untouched. The toxin, if anything, made him noticeably more sanguine. Was it, perhaps, the secret component required to fulfill Ruin’s directive of ‘letting loose’? She nodded as Sailor finished his explanation.“I see. It follows that such radical change would be forced by the Devourer. At last, I understand.” The mention of restraint brought to mind Sailor’s hesitation at the Shin-Rai depot, but, sensing reluctance, Hexe desisted from broaching the topic. “...Daiquiris…?” She turned in response to Sailor’s query. “I have not the slightest idea what that is. Nor, for that matter, what a ‘strawberry’ is. I presume one of the two is a drink. And you are offering. I would be remiss not to try.”If either was anything like the drink she had been absently carrying with her for the better part of the hour, Hexe knew that her medical subsystem would instantly deploy countermeasures. That was not a function of her body that she could disable. She could, however, query its operating parameters. Without the interface suit, her off-gassing capabilities were sharply limited, as was her maximum operating temperature. A drink every three minutes, then. That way, she could ensure a stalemate with her medical system, which, operating under stringent thermal limits, would prioritize not cooking her over filtering the toxin.“A saturation attack,” she said, tapping the bar counter. “Sailor. I know what to do. I have ordered a dozen ‘daiquiris’ through the establishment net. I refuse to be cowed.”The Spacer steeled herself and threw back her drink in one go. Though the burning, dry sensation in her mouth twisted her face into a localized grimace and sent her hacking as her throat rebelled and closed up, a warmth suffused her core in its wake. A countdown timer she had set up appeared in the corner of her vision. Opposite it, the medical system readout was a cascade of red. In a strange new feeling of lightness, she found herself not caring very much about what the overwrought alert messages were saying about “EXOGENOUS TOXINS” and the deployment of “METABOLIC COUNTERMEASURES”.“I did not care for the taste, in truth,” Hexe said, resting her chin in her palm and looking over at Sailor. “I picked it for its seeming...sophistication. This ‘daiquiri’ of yours promises to be sweet, by the looks of it. I cannot wait.”
>>6455324"I--" Sailor seems dumbfounded at the assertion of his attire being anything more than barely adequate. A hand scratches at the faded green of the beret. The flush in his cheeks might not be just the alcohol. "Thhhanks. Was from, cadet days. Sergeant liked to, um, call us s-sprouts. Like... pushing up through, the soil."Thinking back to those days that feel like another lifetime, he prepares to give a wholeass dissertation about the origin, cultivation, and modern supply chain of strawberries. But before he can start on his spiel, a pair of words wholly unsuited for their current situation reaches his audio receivers. Saturation attack?"Sat, saturation?" Sailor's first instinct is to focus on his peripheral lens feeds-- scan the panoramic windows for oncoming attack, assess viability of bar counter as cover, see Hexe down her entire glass of what looked like a gargle blaster. Oh. By the time his inebriated mind understands that they're not expecting combat, the bartender has already started to serve the conga line of cocktails."You... don't have to. Force yourself, I muh-mean. The sweetness helps, yes, but. I don't mind..." Rubbing the back of his neck, right under the self-installed neural interface ports for his goggles' connection, he tries to think of how to best put her at ease. Or maybe it's him that needs that more. "Don't mind, talking. As we are, or... we can, um, share them. Too much for one is, can be b-bad."
>>6455324Could I get a complete physical description of Hexe? Or any references if you've got them.
>>6455312FAMINE, while not the most socially adept or cognizant person, has a pretty good idea what happened. That glazed look in the fellow cyborg's eyes as god knows what flashed through her eyes. The moment of dazed confusion that happens once it's all said and done. The twitchy movements that come when snapping back to reality.Something almost resembling sorrow washes over the cyborg's expression. Perhaps she sees herself in Hexe. Perhaps it's some remnant of who she was, before she ended up like this. She silently allows for Hexe to change the subject, not wanting to push for information that she feels would be...painful for Hexe to recall. She offers a curt pat on the shoulder, before pulling her hand back. She doesn't want to make this too awkward of course."IF YOU ARE INQUIRING IF HE IS ABLE TO DEAL WITH THE BIOLOGICAL HALF AS WELL AS THE TECHNOLOGICAL, YES. I MAY HAVE TAUGHT HIM SOME OF MY OWN SURGICAL SKILLS, AS TO HELP WHEN DEALING WITH MY...BIOWARE, YES. IT MAY BE DIFFICULT DEPENDING ON HOW **SPRAWLING** YOUR 'HARDWIRED' STRUCTURES ARE.""BUT, I AM CERTAIN HE REROUTE OR EXTRACT WHAT'S THERE, IF NEED BE. IT MAY **COST** A LOT, BUT ALAS, THAT'S LIFE. YOU CAN ONLY HAVE TWO OF THE THREE: CHEAP, FAST, AND GOOD." There's a pause. "I DO HOPE WHATEVER AILS YOU CAN BE ALLEVIATED, MY FELLOW WOMAN OF METAL AND MEAT.
”VOULL NE XATA VOK, MARA LOHK”The walls are melting. The windows are melting. The others had gone ahead, you didn’t need them watching over your shoulder. But now the iron slag sealant spreads between your fingers even without the help of the iontorch. Even alone the persistent sense of being watched remained. Glancing over your shoulder the hallway held no unwanted observer. Empty. The Zariman was becoming less and less real, smearing and spilling free in the void, your mind felt the same. Leaking from your eyes, ears, nose and mouth. Breathing in the stygian waters without that sweet hint of madness.Illumination bands flicker overhead as humid stale recycled air fills your lungs. Most of the level was secure. Cirlyn’s crash course in engineering kept the life support systems running, other sections weren’t so lucky. A boy that fled from his habitation block claims to have seen entire segments vent into the void as shielding failed. One by one your class moved from bulkheads to access hatches, securing routes to your classroom. Despite that They keep getting through, insane hunting packs move throughout the ship. Sol knows how many were dead. You arrive to find the battered classroom dark, in the corners bundles of bedding and cushions are home to the curled bodies of the sleeping. A pair keep watch, armed with long pipes and other makeshift weapons, they nod at your arrival, but voices from further down the hall draw you attention. Those holding it together better than the rest were having a meeting, you found yourself among them. So many were whimpering wrecks afraid to step out of the classroom.
>>6447171>No sounds, no thought, a place you loved.
>>6447171>A roar from the void, the pitch perfect resonation, you take it up, soaking it in. A white hot burning state of indifference filling your chest, seeping forth malicious wrath.All in on Sol.
>>6447171>A whisper, or is it a whimper? A dull senseless murmur? A lullaby that's already ended. Outside and detached yet present. Some borderline state, a door, window, eyes or a mouth.I'll admit I am curious about the mystery option and what it means to be closer to the Murmur and Indifference.
>>6447171>A whisper, or is it a whimper? A dull senseless murmur? A lullaby that's already ended. Outside and detached yet present. Some borderline state, a door, window, eyes or a mouth.
>>6447171>No sound, no thoughts, an image without sight, echoes felt from the vast nothingness, a beacon elsewhere, a place you loved. The simple dormizone that was your home.
Welcome, /qst/ers, to the thread where we make /qst/ history... and get our board into the widely-acclaimed 4cc!>What is it?The 4cc is a website-spanning series of competitions in which teams representing different boards are entered into computer-driven Soccer (or Football) tournaments using the game Pro Evolution Soccer! You've probably seen it happen on other boards and maybe even saw a few matches! If not, here's a few clips to peruse:https://isthisliv.com/booru/posts/query=video>Why do we need a thread for this, you buffoon?Good question! See, the 4cc is all about representing and celebrating boards--many teams have custom models for their players and some have even contributed designs for arenas and other assets! The process is a bit of a pain in the neck, so in the short term I wanted to make a place where people could suggest /qst/'s players and what position they might play. Don't know anything about Soccer Positions? Check out an explanation HERE: https://www.orlandocitysc.com/news/soccer-101-positions-within-positionsSecondly, I wanted to gauge actual interest in our board joining the 4cc in the first place. If we managed to brainstorm a full team by September, we might even be able to play in the September Friendlies! Once we're in, well, the sky's the limit! Also it'd be fun to watch, so.>Neato! How do I help?There's quite a few ways, actually! If you're into modeling stuff there's a tutorial page on making custom player models here: https://implyingrigged.info/wiki/Blender_tutorials#PES16/17 It's a bit much so I don't blame you if you don't want to take a swing at it.What you CAN do, though, yes, YOU, is answer the following questions!Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6454843Made a small edit that basically amounts to a quick paint fill of your work; just wanted to see what the Logo would look like with steel instead of the white at the centre of the Logo.
>>6455509Here's a mockup! I kind of like the fill
>>6455510Awesome! I Love it.
>>6455011>>6455018Tried making a reverse of this one with Steel as the main shade and Cyan as secondary/accents.Came up with another random logo I can't figure out how to remove, though.
>>6455669But trying to download creates files like this one. Which I assume we can edit more manually.What format do the Cup-runners want to receive kit exports in? FTEX, SRM FTEX, or will just plain old PNG do?
Your car glides over faded asphalt like a leaf carried by gentle water. Every turn, every seemingly random detour keeps you on near empty streets. Your eyes drift over the ugly... Graffiti, cars on blocks, bags of decaying garbage lining walls, the occasional corner boy, or homes made of cardboard and scraps that hide just beyond the mouths of alleys. But you also see the beautiful. Beneath some of those same graffitied walls are chalk sketches of happy families and flowers, you smile at the sun with sunglasses smiling down on yellow dandelions that spring from cracked concrete. The sun leaks through the thick clouds overhead in hazy spears that graze the tops of buildings. Despite all the grime, this place is still beautiful, it's still home.A couple walks down the street, hand in hand, and it draws your thoughts to your own relationship. To Allison, to your future, your hopes. Your relationship is growing fast, and the danger surrounding you has made you feel pressured to be honest about your feelings, to not waste your chance. Your hands slide along rough leather as you let your body do the driving while your mind focuses on other... nicer things. At least it tries. The longer you think about building a life with Allison, in a city like this, with the both of you working jobs where danger lurks around every other corner. What kind of future could that be?You feel your foot easing off the gas as you pull up to a curb. Still lost in your own thoughts, you get rattled by the deep melodious chime of church bells. The world comes back into sharp focus as you gaze at the massive rose windows of the Gotham Cathedral. This is the first time you've stopped since you got behind the wheel, you trust it's for a reason. Shifting into park you lean back;"Let's see if you have anything to tell me..." You mumble to nobody in particular.The scene is still and tranquil until you see on the side of the church, toiling in the chill, a man digs a new grave in the cemetery. Not exactly the omen you were hoping for... Then your attention is drawn once more, not by movement however, by sound. Children laughing on the opposite side of the building, swinging on the public equipment, a pair of parents watching over them smiling from a bench. Your eyes shift between the two scenes, unsure of which message exactly you're supposed to be getting here until you stop between them on the white slatted message board posted in front of the church doors. The bold black lettering clear.'MATTHEW 6:34'You rifle through your memories of long Sundays and arrive at the verse."Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." You repeat the words to yourself and close your eyes with a grin. "Fair enough."
>>6454532>Stick to the schedule, you'll leave an hour before as planned and arrive just a bit before or after Vic.
>>6454532>Stick to the scheduleSpeaking of, what about Constantine? Have we made sure he'll be there?
>>6454532>Stick to the schedule
>>6455124He will if he wants Catwoman's magic shotgun.
>>6455224>Constantine giving Catwoman his "magic shotgun"Hehehehe
Spyware Service Provider is a game where you start as an ordinary computer user and become the most famous hacker in the worldIt's time for you to brush your teeth. Maybe there's time to check your computer for messages first.E-mail No new messagesInstant messagingNot a single notificationTeamspeakNo one else on the serverWhat do they all do? NewsComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 35 (1d100)So, you're able to increase your profits by 150% by making an abridged report where you leave out divorced fbook guy's ex wife's current location and known racist status, and then offering more information for money. Divorced fbook guy sends you the $20, and quickly agrees and sends $30 more. He remarks that his wife being a racist is not new information to him, and he thanks you for the location. You know that lesbian cop might be upset, but you just made $50.On EmilyChurch's phone on teamspeak, you can hear some of the other restaurantgoers.He deserved to die at marriageShe deserved to die for liking l wordIf anything happens, lesbian cop will narcLesbian cop will narc no matter whatYou're reminded that lesbian cop would say that there is a statistical non-zero chance that bad things happened when exes got together, and therefore, exes should religiously never, ever get together or see each other ever again.Roll 1d100>(0-10) Murder at the strip clubComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6448557Did you just roll for this or do you want us to roll?
>>6448572You may roll
Rolled 62 (1d100)>>6448608Thanks Wux
>>6448612'Tis not me
Hundreds of carriages line the soon-to-be battlefield, with men-at-arms pouring forth from them as the kingdom's first line of offense."Brace yourselves, everyone! The dead approach!" the older officer calls out.It doesn't take long for all hell to break loose. Before even the first hundred men storm the once-bountiful field, they are met by twice their number."Christ's blood... they're underneath us," the man in front of you mutters to himself.The look on the man's face is devoid of expression, save for one of rising terror.In contrast to the innermost banqueting fields of your realm, these lands are poisoned by filth and pestilence, brought about by the rise of the undead. Of all the kingdoms on this continent, none have found a permanent solution. Though they may be cut down, for every hundred you kill, countless more seem to rise in their place.It would seem the man is right, however strange it may be. They're somehow learning new tactics as well, their martial prowess increasing considerably.High above, countless crows soar as they circle the battlefield, while vultures waste no time descending upon the promise of a fresh meal.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6443452>Her body is sent from Heaven! Claim your gift
>>6443452>>Her body is sent from Heaven! Claim your gift
>>6443452>Her body is sent from Heaven! Claim your giftBold but stupid you say…
>>6443219lmao
In this thread, we will vote for the king/queen of /QST/. The path to the throne is paved with trials of strength, charm, intellect, and psychology. Choose wisely, Judges. The fate of our champion rests in your hands.
>>6447482reptard is cancelled
>>6447617Nobody cares of your discord drama
>>6447617I don't think he would participate anyway.
>>6447620it's not from discord it's fact
it's based and lesothopilled
First came the plague. It spread before any measures could be taken to stop it from infecting every part of the globe, killing nearly everyone it touched. Within weeks, tens of millions were dead. The streets: empty, forlorn. Those few who survived were in shock that, in the blink of an eye, advanced technological civilization could be destroyed so quickly, so completely. Then the dead started to come back to life.The first reports were dismissed as the results of severe trauma. It was simply too horrible, too fantastical to be believed. But the dead could not be ignored. Reanimated corpses, filled with lust to devour the flesh of the living, roamed the streets and killed and their mangled victims rose to join the horde. Depleted by the plague and overwhelmed by the number of the ghastly dead, government collapsed. Civilization still exists, but only in a few fortified outposts fighting to keep humanity alive.One of these outposts, beacon shining across the wild gardens and dark fens of the former US of A, is Atlantic City. Miraculously, you are a survivor, isolated and alone and, if you want to stand a chance of staying alive, you need to make it to that beacon. But to reach Atlantic City, you must first SURVIVE the rotten metropolitan corpse in which you huddle. To make it out, you must survive CAMDEN.[bold]*DUH DUH DUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*[/bold]Welcome to SURVIVING CAMDEN
>>6443089First, as it must be, comes fashion. The clothing selection at the Cherry Hill Walmart is extensive, unfortunately, it got total trashed and some jackass arsonist wantabe got to it before you so there is less selection tat would otherwise be sggestioned. The following items are still salvageable, take your pick:6 Jordache Jeans that do not fit you2 pair of cargo pants that do fit you1 pair of cut off jeans that hug your ass5 pairs of materity pants that stretch nice but Frankie wouldn’t want nobody to find out you know6 puffie jackets4 plaid stle thick-woven workers shirts covered in gasoline6 packs of tighty-whiteys2 three-each packs of men’s boxers18 bundles of socks20 bundles of those ladys socks that only cover the lower part of your foot3 silkk socks1 pair of Air Jordans in your sizeComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6443090Wear 1 pair of cargo pants, store the other1 puffie jacket2 three-each packs of men’s boxers, open one up and wear one18 bundles of socks, wear one of them1 silkk socksWear the 1 lone work boot in your size2 Mr. Rodgers style cardigans, wear one of them1 pairs of flip-flops with flower fish designsThrow out the • Wifebeater (mustard stain)• Stretch pants (mustard stain)• Socks w/ holes (3 pairs)• Underwear (stained) (1 pair)
Sorry folks, I can't actually do this. Thought I was up to some real low-effort bullshit, but even that is too much. Hope some of the stupid shit I did manage to write made ya laff
>>6443987Yeah I'm laffin' great quest. here's some cereals.
>>6443987It's fine man, you can come back later, threads last months on this board
WAR!The Brotherhood of Steel has launched a dastardly surprise attack on the NVD, nearly killing you and Veronica Santangelo in a failed assassination attempt with a horrific new weapon of mass destruction. The Directorate is in the midst of internal shakeup as Boone and his team of special forces have been eliminated and the presence of the Followers of the Apocalypse are in flux. But these domestic issues pale in comparison to the attempts by Lost Hills in exerting their power over the nascent nation. Will the New Vegas Directorate weather this storm and come out stronger for it, or will this grand wasteland experiment fail and be lost to the sands of time? And what will the NCR do now that the Brotherhood and Directorate in a fight to the death? Will the mighty Caesar intervene on his heirs-apparent behalf? Only time will tell.
[700,000. In caps, denarius, precious metals or otherwise.]It’s a dizzying sum, a sum you yourself have never possessed at any point. But war is expensive. Instead of reacting in offense or flat-out refusing, he smiles and rubs his chest. Caesar: War isn’t cheap, is it? Especially when your nation isn’t prepared for it. I guess you could say mercenaries aren’t expensive, which is why I don’t bother myself with them. But it can’t be helped, I can’t lose you to the Brotherhood for multiple reasons. Okay, I will give you a combination of credit and treasure. The recent conquest of Colorado has given me quite a windfall…Caesar gazes out into his gardens, tracking a little ground squirrel as it weaves in and out of bushes. Caesar: Aside from paying me back, I have use of you. Once again, this isn’t an ask or a favor from you, it’s an expectation. When your war with the Brotherhood is over, visit me at my capitol. Any other outrageous demands you’d like to ask me?You certainly don’t have any more immediate needs with the money secured, but you seem to have caught Edward in a good mood. Or at least what passes for good with him. [Uncle, would you mind walking with me through the garden? I’d like your insight on how I can better…prepare…my society and economy. There is no better teacher than you, after all.]Caesar smiles contentedly to himself before standing. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
The evening winds down and you choose to depart instead of spending another evening at this pleasure palace. There is still a war to fight. Caesar rides down to the mountain making idle conversation. He remarks positively on the idea of a boxing league and thinks you should take it a step further by creating gladiatorial games, especially for your military. At the base of the mountain as your Vertibird spins up, he embraces you. Caesar: While there’s still much work to do with you, I can see providence guiding you to both destiny. The clay is there, it just has to be molded. This was with the Brotherhood is the perfect test for not only your little empire, but for yourself. You respond only by clasping his arm and giving him a warm look. You’ll be seeing him again sooner than you may care to, but you can’t deny the help he’s given. Even if it’s from a courier-induced delusion. As you lift off back to New Vegas, you give more thought to this idea of inheritance. You will never be like him, but could there be something usable from his empire? Client states on your border, becoming the technological hub for the legion while Caesar still lives? Yes it’s a dangerous line you walk, but when has the Courier ever shied away from making such dangerous gambles? A few days after your return to New Vegas, caravans begin rolling in filled to the brim with valuable trade goods, lines of credit and cold, hard cash. Whatever you think of Cesar, he has been a man of his word up to this point. +700,000 caps. Payable back within a year after hostilities end with BOS with 10% interest on total amount.
>>6454949I don't think we can get to be an heir and also get away easily with not being the perfect heir. If we do, it would need to be done with very well-thought-out write-ins and high rolls. Because I can't see Caesar just accepting us not wanting to go through those things. The Legion was built in a certain way. Caesar has only governors and generals under him, for example. Slavery there is tied with everything. And so on. Even when the Legion collapses (if the civil war becomes that brutal), those things wouldn't have been forgotten. Can that fit with the NVD ? And there is still the problem of how our own NVD will see this. And convincing Caesar is a gamble about it. Look at the IC conversations we are having; not exactly always relaxing. There is a razor edge that Caesar is oblivious to and that Six panickingly tries to move on top while keeping his cool.>>6454987The NCR has always been passive-aggressive (the one under Kimball at least, as we have seen not everyone has his same view there, and there are plenty of NCR tourists and a lot of NCR industrial conglomerates interested in doing business and being at peace with the NVD). Either way, he isn't going to do shit now; he recently suffered an internal political defeat, and if you add his 2 diplomatic defeats that we gave him in the past (that he had to backtrack from), plus the full retreat from the Mojave, he is in a less optimal position and needs to deal with things internally. Which he is trying to do now, as we have seen from his PoV. And this is still BoS and NVD fighting, so he isn't moving a hand until it becomes crystal clear who the loser and the winner are in this war. He already lost to us, and the BoS is a very hard enemy as well. On top of that, he is probably scared to do any movement in the Mojave because the Blight is still kicking, and even Kimball doesn't want to deal with that.If we can retake our settlements and not suffer great losses against the BoS, Kimball will just bitch around in his office, and we catch another win while he hasn't yet ensured he can return with a good face on the political scene.
Speaking of caps, you’ve had a few short-term industrial projects rattling in your head lately and decided to finally pull the trigger on one. One of your favorite drinks is a nice Sunset Sarsaparilla and it’s also a local product that became popular all across the American Southwest. If you could rehabilitate the old Sunset factory so that you’re not only producing NEW soda for the wasteland, but you could also produce caps yourself, a way of minting a universal currency even if you’re moving towards poker chips. You’ve done work before on a handful of New Vegas locations, this factory was cleared of junk and valuables and sealed up with Securitron protection. Nearly a year later, you direct Secretaries Lewis and Garrett to head over and get the place functioning. As with everything in your reign, there’s good and bad news. The good news is the interior is pretty much intact and while construction will need to be done, it’s more of a heavy restoration than anything. Similar to what was done with the NVD headquarters. Additionally, you actually do possess the original recipe for Sunset Sasparilla. In House’s files, he possesses quite a list of proprietary information from companies long extinct. Because of the nature of the Sasparilla, nearly every ingredient is found in the region and what can't, can be imported. The NVD also has all the raw material to make glass for the bottles, though any labels will have to be done by hand. Garret suggested putting The Department of Tourism on the task of creating a locally-sourced wrapping. The other material, the most important, for multiple uses, is the steel needed for the bottlecaps. It would be possible to use recycled steel, though it would still have to be high-enough quality as shitty bottlecaps are seen as counterfeit even if a nation is making them. A steel plant would still need to be set up to create the steel sheets that the bottling plant needs, so once again, the issue comes down to steel. You could import from the NCR and it would still net a profit, but Garret points out that getting a domestic steel industry going really should be the focus going forward. Finally, almost all of the machinery is still intact and just needs some refurbishing and tender loving. What does need to be procured are some specialty parts for the stamping machine that actually makes the bottlecaps. They’re not necessarily unique but only found in other bottling facilities. While the NCR surely has swallowed up these parts for their own purposes, the Legion has no use for caps…Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6454995>payable back with 10%Man his traders are gonna fucking love us.
Menthol and ash charge through the wittled sensory systems of your body and brain. The date is 2121, April 19th. Planet of habitation is MundiTri. Residence is the glass megabloc, 1287. Apartment of warrant is A-C, 433. Your name is undefined- lost to the lizard brain. If it remains alive- if intangible- it is drowning in the depths of your employers' ever burgeoning digital database. Your credit must have tapped out two or so days ago, and you have but your one job to rein everything in. You are EDS Sentry Officiator , as far as the world is to be concerned.What actions will you take, Officiator?
Apartment A-C, 433 stands uniformly alongside its' dozens of other externally identical box-doors. You know these few things sitting on your skin and directly ahead of your scrying eyes are certain:1. A 32 round shoulder-holstered pistol grinds heavily between your jacket and shirt.2. T. Tanaka, Liuetenant (211) is your 'patrol' partner. He stands at an attentive posture, wearing your same uniform, however with a greater pride and dignity in what its' shallow navy represents. He is here on 'evaluation', after an extended bout of 'unproductivity' in your work output.3. The felon beyond the door, one Oscar M, is guilty of numerous misconducts. Usage of digital networking programmes whilst failing to either register or appropriately update personal information. Deliberate furthering of inflammatory, harmful, or disinformative ideas. Stochastic . Publishing of liably threatening claims and/or statements. Disturbance to public peace. Accusation of unauthorized firearm ownership and usage. Predictive modelling of antisocial and criminal behavior by your employers' Automated Intelligence frameworks suggest risks of stochastic terrorism, domestic terrorism, et cetera...You are to gain access to his residence, and provide appropriate punishment. As of current circumstance 5 - 15 years incarceration is appropriate.
>>6441395>Take position beside door so as not to get ventilated by felon>Knock and declare warrant>If they don't comply, move to breachWrite-ins are cool and all, QM, but it doesn't hurt to offer some possible choices when starting out just to help players understand what they're capable of doing
>>6441434>It doesn't hurt to offer some possible choices when starting out just to help players understand what they're capable of doing.Thanks, noted.>Take position beside the door so as to not get ventilated by the felon.As you press your body flush against the uneven orange-skinned bloc wall, the world seems to arise into a sharp focus in your dull mind. You notice Tanaka does the same, his pistol- the standard carry Elevé HK, with its structure like a staircase, building down to the flat- rectangular barrel. You notice the faint wailing of a domestic dispute that echoes across from the other end of the squared floor. You notice the excretion of some vile nox through the dark gap between the neighbors door and the apartment floor. The realization comes- with any moment, any second, any misstep, this debased and shameless place can snuff the little pathetic life left flickering in you. Tanaka speaks hushed, as if the door is a powder keg awaiting its' explosion: "Compat Sentry? You must access the apartment, as you are undertaking evaluation I cannot do this for you." >Knock and declare warrant.You strike the door firmly, rattling it in its' hinges. The afformentioned noise of the bloc prattles on, A-C 433 greets you with silence. You try again after 5 seconds, a silent greeting once more is received. You raise your aching voice out of your dessicated throat, recalling those a few trite lines of the euphemastic speeches you recited in training: "Tenant of...A-C 433! This is the EDS attempting to gain entry into your residence! You may allow entrance yourself, or we may gain entry ourselves!" Still whatever resides within remains defiantly detached from the bloc. Even the other tenants do not change their tunes, nothing you do bothers them, yet.>If they don't comply, move to breach.There are several ways to access the interiors of the apartment, listed-A. Square yourself at the door, thrust it down with your shoe's hard rubber heel. The build is flimsy, as well as cheap to replace (for the EDS at least).B. Use an EDS numeration card to rid the door of its' locking mechanism. You don't have yours, due to the chemical immolation of your brain, Lieutenant does have his however.C. Unholster your HK, fire into the apartment through the door. As an escalation of physical force from the punishment of initial arrest, you need something to justify why this was necessary. As of the moment you do not have justification, but that doesn't mean you won't be able to acquire it within the apartment following the breach.D. Lieutenant seems more qualified or competent than you, perhaps he has another method of entry? This is a nebulous hope, you are both only Sentrys after all.
i did not mean to make that much of it blue text ._.
>>6441548>A. Square yourself at the door, thrust it down with your shoe's hard rubber heel. The build is flimsy, as well as cheap to replace (for the EDS at least).EAT MY WARRANT, MOTHERFUCKER
Deep under the mountains there are some who say only the darkest of evil lurks below ground. Some say only goblins, beastmen and orcs hide waiting for naive travellers eager to quickly move across the abandoned underground tunnels for quick access to the path that leads from the most advanced industrious prosperous gnome republics to the cities of marble and elven royalty where pure sliver minted Yati coins are plenty.Yet only those who were told tales passed down by their dwarven elders and their slowly dwindling down grandfathers and mothers numbers of knew of their ancient buried city of Kazmeri. The city described as being leagues ahead of the most technological civilizations and industrial might that makes most tools sourced from the ancient city to be worth a man's life twice over.You, your brothers and sisters ([bold]Note this is the posters who respond. A group in a rough size of 500 dwarves.[/bold]) sick of burning to death steadily from the heatwaves rising in temperature every 10 or 20 years finally decide to rediscover your homeland, your culture, ancient texts and the secret of what brought down the greatest empire of all time.All you have to guide you is a single map drawn by a crazy old man clearly waning memory carved deep into a stone tablet... (the map being poorly made is also that bad in the story.)
>>6441174Start digging
Two months ago a new disease was discovered out of sub Saharan Africa and began to spread like wildfire rapidly infecting nearly 15% of the world's population worldwide. This would have been incredibly alarming if the disease had not been very mild, only giving those infected a mild cough and was only dangerous to those who were very old or sickly. The disease would have probably even been fully ignored if it weren't for how widespread it was. A month after its discovery something changed; those infected with the disease worldwide became enraged and violent. The world is crumbling and you must do your best to survive it.You are Corporal Andrew Foch of the 75th ranger regiment machine gunner, expert on infected and guest of the coast guard aboard the Cutter Richard Snyder. In the last week or so you were separated from the mixed group of special force operators you worked with by a helicopter crash, joined up with a remaining coast guard ship, secured a source of fuel for it and finally formed a team and scavenged several new firearms for yourself and the ship. Now your traveling north along the US eastern seaboard toward Newport Rhode island to join up with a flotilla in the area. Past Threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Dead%20America%20Quest
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You start down the paved road in the f150 with Brown driving the Kia behind you at a pretty sedate pace of 25 miles per hour as you want to have plenty of time to react to something and you're not in a hurry. Honestly your glad this road is paved as you personally experienced what happens to an unmaintained gravel road very quickly once its been abandoned. The paved road is plenty clear save for the occasional dark spot on the road where a body had lain for a time before you imagine it had gotten back up to chase after the living. Its lined with the occasional house ranging in condition of completely ransacked to similar to the house you searched in as normal looking.The road eventually takes you into a curve and the fence line for the airport comes into view, slowing to a stop as you look through the chain link fence and sigh. This portion of the fenceline is at the bottom of a small hill which means you will need to cross it to get a good look at the airfield itself. Turning the truck off your little five man team meet between them and quickly discusses the plan. You and Henderson will jump the fence and crawl up to the crest of the small hill to get a good look at the airfield with your binoculars while the other three pull rear security. Its just after 4pm when you decide to climb the fence.A car floor mat is all that it takes to defeat the barbed wire at the top of the fence which you and Henderson quickly climb. Crawling on your bellies you and Henderson crest the top of the slightly overgrown grassy hill and get eyes on the airfield. Its a decent sized affair you figure of such a small island but there are nearly a dozen small prop aircraft off to the side by the hangars and a single twin engine jet sitting in the middle of the runway. Your eyes also quickly sight the about forty infected milling around the main building which you figure doubles as the fields tower. It seems the field had been busy the day of the outbreak and someone had even arrived at the island with an aircraft you figure did not normally land here in the form of that small jet. A couple of plans begin to form in your head you could keep following the main paved road and hit the main terminal building from the roadside and then clear the infected from the safety of the building or you could just assault from here and make use of the distance as a safety net as you are a good thousand or more feet from the building right now though you would also be at risk hitting the planes the infected are loitering near. >Push in from the road>Just push from here>Write in
>>6455488>Write inHonk and shout to draw them to the fenceline. Shoot them from close range as they come down the bank. Have someone watch our backs for any individuals attracted by the noise and gunfire.The fence is just basic chain link, it won't stand up to a horde but it will protect us so long as we don't allow them to pile up against it.
#6455488>Push from the main terminal
Your name is Vincent Cruz. You work in a shady government-backed facility in the middle of the New Mexico desert. In a turn of events, you are now a footnote to the Powers That Be. To them, you've actually proven yourself to be useful, thanks to a very lucky break involving one of your anomalies.After all, you're a researcher for the Abnormality Regulation Coalition (also known as ARC), tasked with containing and studying paranormal entities on their behalf. You've always had a knack with the anomalous, even before you ended up here, ever since that chance encounter with a certain HEART.You're great at making the worst out of a bad situation, at least. You've got friends, you've got cash, and you've got the attention of ARC. As long as you keep this pace up, you should be just fine!As for what happened over the last day or so?You got yourself entangled in a series of mysterious contracts from a masked soldier. You've already completed the first one with little challenge, so hopefully the remaining two will go over smoothly.You managed to stabilize NOWHERE'S SOMMELIER's condition, without outright 'resolving' her (which might've killed her if it was like IN LIMBO). She's going by Kiera now, and she should be sticking around for a good long while as a new coworker.You got two brand new anomalies, THE OTHER SIDE and STATIC ANGLERFISH. You've already met STATIC ANGLERFISH before, so you already know a decent amount of his tricks. The other anomaly is going to take a while to figure out, given that even ARC doesn't know what risk level to classify it as.You had a nice, long talk with Rudolf, which illuminated some interesting details about why you were dragged here. You also learned some fun facts about Harvester anatomy and the politics of both ARC and the SPONSORSHIP COMPANIES.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6453993>You want to make renewable products that ARC can rely on. You want ARC to see you as a critical asset.>You see yourself in them. Obsessively driven to do one thing, over and over again, day in and day out. You're not too different from them.>KINDNESS. Must there be a 'reason' behind it? What if you genuinely do it because it's the right thing to do?>Being useless and worthless to those around you. What are you if you're not useful? (?)
>>6453993>You want to make renewable products that ARC can rely on.>You're fascinated by them.>You see yourself in them. >OBLIGATION. >PRIDE.>KINDNESS. >Being useless and worthless to those around you.
Quinn receive a surprise hug form the EVE's repMother of a Thousand Legs saw the whole thing. As Blackwell's rep was alert of how this bugz have appear next to him.
RENEWABLE: Nzc, gL1, mWE, ISM, V2p, rNh, h+o, xk8, aadHELP PEOPLE: Frv, B9RPROFIT: vNpFASCINATING: Frv, mWE, vNp, B9R, ISM, V2p, rNh, aadSEE YOURSELF: Nzc, gL1, ISM, xk8, aadEMPATHIZE: h+oWARY: gl1OBLIGATION: Nzc, rNh, h+o, aadPRIDE: gL1, ISM, aadKINDNESS: FRv, xk8, aadUNITY: mWE, B9REFFECTIVENESS: vNpREPENTANCE: V2pComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6454603Could simply be because EVE isn’t (solely) in the labor business, so them and Q&Q aren’t competing nearly so directly in this timeline.Anywho, rest up king, and do remember to let us one-thread-refresh fags know when the new thread goes up.
