Thousands of years ago the Gods were bound by the Pact of Solomon.It was decreed that1. Gods may not show themselves to man2. Gods may not speak to manSo ended the time of mythology and fantasy.Through this pact the Gods lost their influence over mankind, and with that their power too.But mortals have long forgotten why they enforced the pact in the first place. To the contrary, they have grown tired of their dull medieval lives and crave the age of mythology back!And the Gods have found ways to show themselves with showing, and to speak without speaking...Welcome! In this Quest you are a Petty God, grow your influence over man and your power.For the sake of this adventure, every participant is his own character. You can join the Quest even when it has long started!Start by filling out this form, forging your identity to rise from infinite spirits of primordial soup and become relevant.>Name>DomainComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6100764This...isn't how I wanted to win...
>>6099254Almost 4 days of silence now, I hope QM isn't actually dead
>>6099254>>6102133Same. I honestly hope he's just flaked because of work and doesn't want to say. It's the better alternative. One downside of the anonimity is you can't really know if they're still kicking.I'll keep looking in here still. Didn't get too involved, but it's been nice playing alongside everyone.
Well lads, it's pretty much been a week now and still absolutely nothing from the QM. It's probably over now.Hey QM if you're reading this and you're just flaking, at least tell us so we don't think you unironically died irl
come on....
“No… no, please! NyAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHG–”You jerk upright to the sound of a woman being torn apart, almost losing your breath in the process. A string of drool drips from the drips from the corner of your mouth into the growing puddle your hand currently occupies on the cold flagstone floor. Shaking the sleep from your tired eyes, you glance around trying to ascertain the source of the blood-curdling shriek.Well, you try to, at least. It only takes a few moments of careful inspection to realize you’re in no position to be helping out screaming girls, let alone yourself–as the musty scent of mildew tickles your flared nostrils and a frosty breeze kicks the remaining weariness out of your body, it dawns on you just how DARK it is in this room… Like, wow.Blinking a few times just to be sure, your mind drifts to other more pressing matters when you come to another chilling realization:You have no damn clue how you got here!Throat buzzing as if you’d spent the whole day yelling and your ears ringing like church bells, you feel scraps of details flutter around your dazed mind like confetti at a party–innumerable and a pain in the butt to clean up.Mentally snatching one of the pieces out of the air, you feel an important detail come back to you… and as you sit up to digest the info properly, you recall that you are…Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6105886Probably quite a bit given the nearby kitchen with ingredients and all the fire.
Put out the fires, of course! You can’t let the Inn burn down! The Spinner picks you apart with her eyes with a quizzical look on her face.“... why, though?”Because it’s the heroic thing to do, okay!? Think of all the cred you’ll get when you save this fine establishment!“It’s insured, but I won’t reject the ‘elp.” You and T leap into the air with perfectly-synched girly screams at the sound of the gruff, familiar voice! Innkeeper, you begin, are you okay, man?“Ahhh, this is nuffin’,” He grunts, his grizzled voice coming from the floor behind you, “Not the first time a wall of kegs fell on me an’ it won’t be the last…” He pauses for a moment as the three of you listen to fire crackling and Volka smacking assassins with salt. “I fink me leg’s on fire though, so if ye’d be willin’ ta’ ‘elp wivvat…”No problem, you nod! T, gather up some salt! Let’s fight these fires!“R-right!” She replies uneasily, “I think I saw some salt around here! H-hope no one took it!”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6105931Feeling the heat die down around you, you turn and bump into another silent figure! Feeling a rough glove grab your shoulder, you instinctively bat at the glove’s owner’s face like an angry cat!In any other circumstance you’d be dead by now, but the surprise kickstarted a handful of flames on your fingers that set the hoodlum’s hood ablaze with otherworldly flames!“Wh-what the Hells!?” Sputters your Spinner friend from across the room! “It’s… it’s beautiful…”The guy you set ablaze doesn’t think so, unless his race or species or whatever communicates love and joy by screaming. Scampering around the inn like a headless chicken, the assassin bursts through the front door and lands in a heap outside where the storm seems to have subsided!You wait for another attack… another cheap shot… but nothing comes. Dumping your remaining salt onto a fire at your feet, you allow yourself a sigh as the sound of crackling flames is replaced with groaning wood.“Not bad, mate,” Grumbles the Innkeeper as he strides over and gives you a pat on the back that nearly pounds you through the floorboards, “As far as pub brawls go, that was one fer’ the songs.”“Way ahead of ya!” Chirps Tzah-Tzie as she begins to pluck away at her Harplute, “Now do we go with the salt, or say he rescued the maidens…”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6105932“Phew!” Sighs Volka as she trots up behind you and T and gives you both noogies, “Not a bad way to end a day at the pub, ey?”She can say that again, you nod, head burning from the Skog’s knuckles. Is she okay?“Hah! Never better!” She boasts as she puffs her chest out and sends her armor clanging like a wind chime, “Who were those guys anyways?”Her guess is as good as yours, you frown, but you get the feeling they were after you…“Seriously?” Scoffs T as the Innkeeper digs around in the rubble and pulls out a giggling Waitress, “We’re not at that level of infamy yet, Ant. But we’ll get there, don’cha worry!”So what, you snort as the Durher shoots you a wink, were they here for Volka? HER?“Wouldn’t be the first time!” T shrugs as if you’d asked her if she’d done laundry before. “Like I said before, it’s a curse being this popular…”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6105935>“N-not like that! Sheesh!” She stammers before laughing it off! “Ant’s new around here and could use some help, is all!”Volka's got me questioning whether Rezzie is still bestgirl...>>6105935>One question first… (Who ya wanna talk to?)TT, you coming with, or staying here, or what?
Its Risk Time again boyos Get In Here> First Post:- Name- Colour- Starting Area (5 spaces)- Fluff> The Rules:- Precisely detail your Expand/Attack/Defend moves. Any vagueness will be left to my interpretation.- The First water move in a turn halves the Attack/Expand value, but following moves do not- No Giga-alliances, all other diplomacy or betrayals is fair game- On your turn, include name, colour, move, and flavour text for potential bonus Game will start if we get 5 people
>>6105762Nice straight, your faith has been rewarded
Rolled 8617 (1d9999)>>6105656Go attack the Emus and fill Victoria. We're gonna dissect some fowl tonight.
Rolled 8598, 30 = 8628 (2d9999)>>6105656Also here's some more rolls since I'll be gone again for the next two rounds probably.
>>6105792These are for the war against the Emus btw, taking Tasmania too if I can.
Rolled 7460 (1d9999)>>6105656Automated Systems Report...Security systems performing to acceptable levels. Petrol cannibals shall be eliminated without risk to central containment zone. ORDERS: Continue attacking petrol cannibals. Wipe them out.QUERY: What is the subject planning?RESPONSE: Remain vigilant. The subject must be contained.
Last time, you went to school and nothing out of the ordinary happened. At the moment, you’re doing the most normal activity one can do during lunch break: eat your teacher’s meal. Anyway, food has lost relevancy as the conversation has moved on to new ventures. There’s not enough time to talk about both things Nina suggests, so you have to choose wisely. She said so herself. Look!“Well, Johnny, there are two topics I’d love to talk about, but we only have time for one.” Nina checks her clock. Classes are returning soon! “One is about Kata, and the other is about Richard…”“That’s an odd combination.” You chuckle.“That’s why I’m keeping them separate.” Nina makes a tiny joke.“Can you go into specifics?” You’d like to know more than just the people involved.“A little. It’s nothing concerning. Well, maybe Richard’s, but it’s not a pressing matter. He went on a little scrappy mission not too dissimilar to the one you partook in to save Billy. It even involves Billy! H-Hooray!” Nina tries to sell this as interesting. “But I don’t believe he got the results he really wanted.”“That sounds like it could be interesting. How about Kata’s?” You wonder.“It’s a silly thing; since we don’t have enough time, I thought to myself: why not talk about it?” Nina is a little embarrassed bringing it up.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6097742Support
“May I suggest talking about the Bubble Dimension?” You think that’d be a good point to start at.“Ah! Yes! Let’s start from the beginning!” Giorsal didn’t think of the most obvious answer, shocker.“It all began when we were helping Wilma, another flame user, to somewhat break out of her depression, and regain control of her life. Her entity, San Wich, had sole possession of her body, but someone – I’m not pointing fingers – had to change the rules and make it illegal for entities to control their hosts…” You have been waiting to throw this shade for so long.“Gah?! We provoked this?!” Giorsal is a little horrified by her actions!“Y-Yeah, proposing rules, who would’ve done that?” Scarlet is also responsible for the rules. It’d be unfair to blame them for what happened, but it’d be funny if you still did.“We ended up triggering some of Wilma’s bad memories, which in turn also triggered her own special ability, and we assume both powers combined somehow to create the Bubble Dimension.” You continue your explanation.“Wilma’s memory tears transformed into a bubble-shaped gate to another dimension that sucked in a couple of friends, thus the name.” Bubbles explains she has nothing to do with this bubble.“Memory tears? What are those?” Suan De takes a moment to ask a question that everyone is curious about.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6098451“It wasn’t difficult to understand. Can I call you stupid?” Suan De took to heart not being that mean.“…Forget it. You win! You’re brilliant and stuff!” Scarlet pouts. She knows when she has been bested.“Chill, Scar-Scar. We didn’t get the benefit of having someone make sense of all of this at first, we got bits and pieces.” You try to cheer her up.“Exactly! I can’t imagine how nightmarish it would've been to puzzle all of this on my own.” Giorsal agrees.“Oh, you guys! Thanks!” Scarlet loves getting the benefit of the doubt.“But pertaining to Esperanza, I don’t believe she spent her time only investigating. Did she?” Giorsal can sense something bad.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6098452Thanks for running
>>6098452Thanks!
Do you ever want to . . . take a detour for no good reason?
Rolled 6, 5, 5 = 16 (3d6)Name: BubbaV2Vit -45/38 SP --/-- CP 6AP 6 MP 4-Health 12 Reaction 8 Will 10Focus 1 Lethality 1 Alacrity 1 Duplicity 1-Conditions:AliveInjury Resistance 2+2 = 4-Riot Shield Stuck On Left Arm [Cover 2]Riot Shield Stuck On Right Arm [Cover 2]Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6105520>Perform a little unconscious muscle spasm, as a treat
Rolled 6, 6, 4, 4, 2, 1 = 23 (6d6)>>6105520#GalliumVit 12/12 SP 7/12 CP 6 VP 0 MP 1DR 7 AP 6 MP 4-Health 12 Reaction 8 Will 10Focus 1 Lethality 1 Alacrity 1 Duplicity 1-Conditions:AliveSuperconductivity 0 (0/24 charge stored)-Physicality 10Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 6, 5, 6, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 6, 4, 1, 3 = 38 (12d6)>>6105775>Push Gallium's charge syphoning roll. >>6105520Now that Bubba is close enough:>3AP, Conversion 10: Restructure the materials around the mini-tunnel into a solid tunnel big enough for the subjects to crawl through. The space is there, we just need to densify the walls.>3AP, Mechanized Biology 11, Nanoflowers 2: Operating off the computer in the handcart, encourage the growth of the flowers.
>>6105775>>6105520>3AP: Aid Gallium by regulating any extra energy he took and make sure it doesn't go haywire. Probably will need to offload some of the excess energy to myself>3AP: Help maintain the field by ensuring it doesnt collapse the damn thing.>4MP: Only move through if the magnetic tunnel is now safe to go through to the back carriage with falling or breaking to easily#NeoGenesisVit 12/12 SP ??/12 Charge ??/24DR 7 AP 6 MP 4CP 15 VP 3 MUTP 1-Health 12 Reaction 8 Will 10Focus 1 Lethality 1 Alacrity 1 Duplicity 1-Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You’re Hangout Red: A pothead dropout of mythic status, you’ve got cryptid tier fame among the other losers of your dead rust belt college town. They all want a piece of your time, audience with the lord of losers himself and tonight’s no different. Its 7PM on a Tuesday, you’ve just walked out of your job four hours early after having a cart induced mental freakout of radical proportions, it’s leaking in your pocket and your breathe reeks of artificial corner store bubblegum. Your phone goes off in your pocket-there it is-tributes for the rat king. You can only choose one of the three callers your objective is to have a good time and avoid autistic situations-you have a legend to uphold. Every potential pick in your phone possesses the following three stats that can affect your legend ,RISK, POWER, and AFFINITY each one is rated from -10 to +10, with 0 as the average. RISK: The social and mortal risk that comes with being in the vicinity of someone. Positive is danger and excitement, negative is safety and social exclusion POWER: Abilities and general social skills, a low power companion could be embarrassing to have around or a source of little entertainment AFFINITY: Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Interesting concept, I'll go with:>LAWTON PURPLE (no relation)Gotta' keep growing our rep.
>>6097905>JOHN BLUEThe yin to our yang. The best of frenemies.
>>6097905Give me Ashleigh Green.. I don't care how her vagina smells
>>6097905Lawton PurpleAnd why haven't we blocked that skank already?
>>6097905>LAWTON PURPLEmaximize risk
“Quiet on the bridge.” Rear Admiral Wilfrithuze commanded, though it was already silent. A short whistled pulse of sound backed the authority of his command. The Rear Admiral was grey but grizzled; a stern but competent commander, always seeming to know the breaking point of his subordinates and often pushing them right to that point. “First Officer Einion, the Pre-Warp Checklist if you please.”“Antimatter Coils closed; back-up overcaps full; retracting into stowage now.” Einion reported. He was tall and handsome, with a chiselled jaw and easy smile. The First Officer continued: “Sublight Engines two through doz dry and offline. Sublight Engine one spooled and producing three gross tons of thrust towards waypoint. Sublight Engine one has ninedoz-eight pergross overcap charge remaining. Gellar Phase Field Projector active. Gellar Phase Field visible. Gellar overcap is reading gross pergross charge. Backups online. Checklist complete.”“This agrees with my datastreams to within a one pergross margin of error.” adds the cold voice of the Silicon Personality Core for the Wayfinder, Mimir. “All crew confirmed locked in for Warpjump. Gellar Phase Field Projector consuming more power than usual, by almost doz pergross, but nanodiagnostics indicate no structural faults within components. Shall we delay Warpjump while I fabricate a new Projector?”“Negative, Mimir.” Wilfrithuz answers after considering for a moment. “Network Buoys report increased turbulence is Federation-wide. But no toomthcraft are missing and if the gross billion ships of the Federation are all fine, then no Warship under my command will be found paralyzed. Carry on. Navigator Ime, take it away.”A grey skinned and lanky man in long black guild robes rises, with a haughty yet resigned expression on his face. A man comfortable and assured of his place. He speaks to the Rear Admiral in a nasally drawl, his extensively genetically engineered pedigree apparent.“The Warp is, indeed, choppy today, but it is nothing a Master Guildsman cannot handle. I am confident in the Warp-worthiness of the Wayfinder and am ready to navigate for you today. M-twenty five dot naught-twenty four; Woedmoon the 27th.” he says, reciting the Guild’s blessing, a bit of bureaucratic ritual for the sake of insurance purposes which helped to maintain the Guild’s monopoly.“Federation Cyberform ‘Digit’ present and at helm, reading datastreams five by five.” Says a chipper female voice from beside the Navigator. The diminutive gyndroid stood only four feet six inches tall in her fully cybernetic chassis, the minimum allowable regulation size for an on-duty Federation officer, having cited it as being ‘cute.’ “Ready to apply Navigator guidance, sir!”“Mimir, I am authorizing us GO for Warpjump, do you concur?” Wilfrithuze said, leaning forward.“Concurred, Rear Admiral. GO for Warpjump.” Mimir agreed, pinging the crew ship-wide to brace for imminent lurch from realspace.“Make it so!”
>>6100921Now I think about it- we are basically suggesting turning the ship into a haunted house for a few hours untill we can say Hi- aren’t we?
I think operation Fun House would be 3 dice 100?
>>6101566Delay but not panic atleast cant make them think we are to scary so that they are hostile but also give us room to do other things
QM?
>>6104573Kinda quiet quitting tbtI made a lot of mistakes, narratively and otherwise, and there are only two people interested. Gomennasorry. :pensive.exe:
With the majority of the Seventh Universe united under the banner of the PTO, Emperor Cooler at its head, the universe has known a time of unrivaled peace. But in the shadows threats have been growing, nursing grudges against the PTO and the Saiyan race in particular. And now those threats are rising, stepping out of the shadows to openly challenge the established order. Seeking nothing short of the destruction of New Salda and the extinction of the entire Saiyan race, can you prevent this outcome? Or will the Saiyan race be reduced to nothing more than memories, their heroes nothing more than ink in the pages of the history books?You the players will (most often) control Karn; wielder of the mighty Berserker Soul and hope of the entire PTO, not only the Saiyan race. 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 grown in power and skill, overcoming the world-ending threats that have come for the Saiyans to become the strongest Saiyan of his time at AGE 758. From the massive Covenant empire to demonic incursions, mad cultists to vengeful gods, none have been strong or clever enough to put down Karn for good. But will one man's power be enough to protect everyone from the rising threats? Or will death come from those who you least expect it from? Your choices may mean the difference between survival and extinction, so choose carefully.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.
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It is time! >>6103858
>>6103860Bruh this is only on page 3. You gotta stop making new ones prematurely like this, you can just continue a weekend session from the same thread you know.
>>6103873Doesn't seem like too big of a deal desu
>>6103875Not if you're a reader, maybe. It's annoying to the other QMs that want to keep their threads up as long as possible though.
A wolf, a crow and a man stand in a half-finished ring of timbers. Snow lies heavy upon the ground and drifts in the grey air, crowning the pillars that bend toward one another in towering arches. The crow hops from foot to foot, large enough to carry off deer should it wish to, an agitated look in its yellow eyes as both man and wolf glare daggers at it, the pair blaming the scavenging instigator of strife for their argument.The man stands tall, clothed in furs and hides against the winter chill. His best years are behind him and his dark hair has begun to lose the vibrancy of youth. His eyes are pale and sightless, blinded by hubris years ago, but his back remains straight , for all he leans more heavily on his staff these days. His fingers may ache in the cold more than they used to, but he flexes them as if he wishes to wrap them around someone's neck, or snatch the stone knife from its sheath at his belt and let it taste blood. The shift of his feet however, make it unclear if the subject of his anger is the bird, or the third of their meeting.The wolf wears the form of a man, rangy and lean, his features hungry and his shaggy hair as white as the snow around them. His lips are pulled back in a snarl as he disregards the mortal man and directs his fury solely at the crow. A pile of roughly-butchered meat, thrice the weight of a young woman, lies at his feet atop a sled made from branches. A flint-topped spear sticks from the pile, piercing one likely-looking steak from which a ragged bite has been torn before being discarded."I deserve my share, Soqed, or this bounty would have ceased long ago," the crow speaks, a mocking tone in its harsh voice. "I'm not asking for more than a morsel, after all, lest any of us forget, all I did was give you an idea. It was you who actually trapped the girl in the Wild and you who pretended to be her friend, her loyal companion through her little stroll. I never did anything, unlike you.""And for that, my pack and your flock enjoyed a pact," the wolf snarls, his human mouth full of a canine's teeth to pierce and hold and rip. "As we agreed at the time! I should have known then that would not be enough for a glutton like you!""A pact now far too valuable to break, no matter how sulky you get!" the crow caws triumphantly. "Bark all you like, puppy, you know I'm riiight!" The mocking sing-song to his voice is filled with delight at his cruel joke's success. Yet the joke was not solely at the wolf's expense, as the crow skitters and hops, one beady yellow eye peering at the furious human.
>>6102413>Go with Elia to find Byahan before anything else
>>6102413>Snoop around a bit, indulge your curiosity and maybe soothe your paranoia
>>6103238>>6102631"You go and fetch Bayhan," you nod to Elia. "I'll find Mesut and have words myself." As your brother leaves however, your intentions are anything but to seek out Mesut. Instead, you pull your magical touch-sight in and avoid brushing over people, so as not to alert them as you quietly explore. Although your magic has minimized the difficulties of losing your sight, you have still learned over the years to rely on your other senses too.Your hearing in particular is as keen as ever and you eavesdrop on conversations as you slowly make your way through Mesut's home, trying to act as though you have a purpose to be wherever you are. You're not sure what exactly you're looking for, if anything, but as you explore, you start to find a little more of the mood among Mesut's family.By and large, his family seems happy and reasonably peaceful. Young men brag and exaggerate about their hunts; wives grind grain into flour for the rough biscuits that can be baked (albeit not well) on hot stones beside the fire. At first you don't think anything of it, but as you explore, you start to reach one simple but profound conclusion: Mesut is rich.'Riches' as a concept don't really exist for your clan. A good hunter will always have plenty to eat and now you trade with the nomadic herdsmen and the Sunish, some people have nice things like shiny trinkets or a wider variety of food... But Mesut seems to have somehow started to acquire true 'wealth,' beyond what one man or even one family could reasonably want, need or even use. The discrepancy is minor, certainly - you didn't notice until you actually went looking around (insofar as a blind man can look), but there's no denying its existence.You try to piece together how this has happened, listening in on scraps of conversation, but the particulars elude you. Trade is the obvious answer, but everyone barters with the nomads if they have a little extra and there's nothing like this in other families. The only explanation you can think of is that somehow Mesut simply has more to trade, but where he got that excess is the question... Your suspicions drift to the grain stores, but there's been no complaints of anyone being shorted of their share and if he was selling off the reserves, surely someone would have let that secret slip by now? It's a puzzle that you haven't solved by the time that you hear your name called."Trym? Godspeaker, what are you doing here? If I'd known you were visiting, I'd have shown you some hospitality!"
>>6105824Mesut has found you. He claps you on the back and smiles as you greet him in turn. "I didn't wish to interrupt your family life, brother. I came by with Elia to collect Bayhan and had an urge to see how your family was doing.""All of us are doing quite well, brother," Mesut nods, pride in his voice, as befits a man of his stature. "As fine a family as any could ask for. What of you? Bayhan is always welcome with my children and grandchildren alike; Noh too if he cares to come."You know damn well that Noh doesn't play much with Mesut's grandchildren and doesn't fit in as well with his older cousins, the way Bayhan does. Mesut doesn't ask after Beren, but everyone knows her to still be as well as ever and he doesn't enquire after your daughters, both out of sympathy for their absence from your house and you suspect a little out of superstitious fear. The presence of the gods in and around your family is a thing of both wonder and dread for your kinsfolk, for all that they love and respect Nila and the other deities."I will be sure to tell him he's welcome," you nod along with Mesut's open invitation. "But in truth, I have something to discuss with you...">Explain your anger at Awak and your plan to trap and kill him, asking for Mesut's assistance>Conceal the true nature of the feast and simply explain that Sera is finally returning home and you wish to celebrate>Demand and explanation of the wealth you've found everywhere>Try and manipulate Mesut into giving up information about the source of his family's abundance 2d10 (Wits)
>>6105825>Try and manipulate Mesut into giving up information about the source of his family's abundance 2d10 (Wits)Manipulate seems like a strong word but is accurate, pry the information through details and such...let us see what is afoot.
The land is covered in sand. The desert stretches out as far as the eye can see. Far north, a lonely mountain breaks the horizon, there should still be a small city situated at the bottom.Onorato is not there yet, but hopefully he will be there soon. His hometown, pillaged and razed, holds nothing but death for him. And so he wanders through the rising desert sun, in search of food and work.Here's to hoping he can evade slavery or worse.What was Onoratos previous occupation? (Choose one)>Farmer>Guard>Thief>Acolyte>Nobility>Drunkard>Write inWelcome to Medieval Post-Post Apocalypse quest! This quest will work more as a collaborative story than a game, do not be discouraged by setbacks and/or death. The quest will be a little experimental, so bear with me :)
>Look for better lodging optionsThe night is still young, and every place so far have been subpar. Onorato continues walking down the alleys, leaving the kid behind.While most of the buildings have many inhabitants, they all seem shady, rundown or both. As Onorato walks, things seem like they get even worse. He ends up in what seems like a slum, most buildings being made from rotten wood and various debris.The people seem incredibly poor, many of which have their bodies mangled and twisted in various ways, severely scarred or lacking an arm or a leg.The air is pungent, and in the air is a feint sweet smell. Onorato gags each as the smell hits his nostrils, his stomach aching to empty.After checking another few places, Onorato finds another two possible spots:One tavernkeeper seemed like he was willing to let Onorato have his own personal room for all eternity. The tavernkeeper promised he would protect Onorato with his life, if necessary. The tavernkeeper is a bit of an alcoholic, only demanding Onorato pay with his one bottle of wine. While the tavernkeeper seems a bit out of it, Onorato believes he could be trustworth enough, at least for one night.Right next to the watchtower connected to the city walls, a small community of beggars and vagrants have made their own little sleeping spot. Hay and sticks for bedding, and a small campfire to keep the latenight chill at bay. The community members take turns staying guard, making sure noone gets stabbed in their sleep. Would be very cramped and not too comfortable, but it would not cost Onorato anything. That is, if noone attempts to steal anything while he sleeps. As Onorato walks alongside the wall, pondering his options, a small rock falls down in front of him. Looking up, a person seems to jump from a particularly tall slum building and onto the city walls. The person barely makes it, raising a thumbs up in the direction of the slum building. What follows after, is another two people jumping over, both of them making it to the wall.Onorato believes he could attempt to scale the slum building, jumping onto the wall. Life is likely much better there, if he can make the jump, and not get caught attempting the jump.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6099624>Trade wine to sleep at the tavern
>>6099624>Attempt to jump the wall
No post today, hopefully I can do one tomorrowVote remains open
You find yourself in a dim, dank cave with no memories and nothing but the clothes on your back.This sucks. You would really like to get out of here.You see a pool of stagnant water, a large metal box with a heart on it, and a comically large floppy disk. There's a door, but it's too high up to reach.What do?
>>6102627fuk you ( ︶︿︶)_∩
>>6102676>:^)
>>6102584>>6102627You seduce the floppy disk.
The purple-colored rabbit, whose name is apparently Chako, kicks you out of her house for fucking her floppy disk. But you don't actually need anything from her anyway.You continue onward through Grasstown, killing a bunch of bats and critters along the way. You see a rabbit thing slamming on the doors of a house in desperation."Dammit! Those critters out there chased me while I was walking back to my house, and I dropped my key. Now I'm locked out of my own home. Do you think you could help me out?"You shrug, because you didn't see any key on the way here. It's probably long gone by now LOL. You emphasize the LOL by pointing at him and laughing.There's a teleporter here. It looks functional.What do?
qm I'm not gonna be able to post for this weekend you're gonna have to hold the line
You are bored out of your mind. So fucking bored. You moved country for this job, it was meant to be a great opportunity to grow your skills and develop your career. Instead after a month you have not been added to the team group chat and they've not given you a single piece of work. So you're sitting at your desk, again, bored out of your mind with nothing to do. You need to do something or you are going to go insane. The only thing you are limited by is not wanting to lose your job.You...>Grab another coffee >Go to the canteen>Explore the building
>Escape security and go to the basement!
>>6092819>Kill the CEO, according to the directions in your manifesto
Ahahaha, nice thread OP>Go pee on the men's bathroom toilet seats
MY SIDES
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Evie, just like Eve_______________________The last row in class. Population: 1.A girl with long greasy hair is drawing scribbles in her notebook. Much of her oily hair covers her face, she likes the false feeling of solitude that it creates between her and the rest of the class. Her jeans look huge on her anorexic legs, her baggy sweatshirt is worn out, with sleeves ripped in few places. Just another way to lose herself, wrapped in fabric, hidden from undesired looks. If anyone volunteered to waste a more thoughtful gaze on her or her sweater, he would notice a 'KoЯN' logo on it. An old mp3 is blasting music from the same band in her eardrums and she doesn't hear the teacher addressing her. "Evie, would you explain the cultural aspects and significance of Eve deciding to accept the apple on her own accord, without first confiding in her husband?"Everyone laughs, again. Everyone is looking at her, again. The same few terrifying faces are looking at her. She takes off an earbud but the teacher has already moved on to some other classmate bitch. This can't go on. Something needs to be done. An outlet needs to be find expression before she bursts in school carrying things inappropriate for young ladies to have.Her attention is drawn to the face of>Audrey Shields, the meek biologist enthusiast that puts frog organs in her hoodie during autopsy classComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6096750>Amos, the hispanic culture appropriatorJust fuck my shit up hombre.I wonder which one is the most dangerous option.
>>6096750>>Blake, the friendly stoner
>>6096750>Kai, bad boy with a baby facePerfect balance of damage and approachability. It seems that the harder guy we pick the harder time he will have approaching the target, even though we have decent chances with most common 4chan systems.
>>6096750>>Kai, bad boy with a baby face
>>6096750>Kai, bad boy with a baby facethe bishounen vs the jock, interesting
"Wrong, wrong, wrong," you shame the hopeful athlete, "I thought you wanted to be champion?" Out of the huffing and puffing comes a response, "I do, coach, I swear!" You stew for a moment longer than is comfortable, on purpose. "Well, then, what the FUCK WAAAS THAAAAT? MY NONNA CAN THROW A BETTER LEFT HOOK." Teeth clenched, you stare at your pupil dead center in the face, then you force your eye to twitch when you have their attention. Pointing at the swinging bag: "ten more reps, let's go. And don't get sloppy, or else I'm takin' off my fuckin' belt again." The athlete hammers away with precision timing and accuracy - right jab, right jab, left hook, weave! right jab, right jab, left hook, weave! right jab, right jab... The vinyl-on-vinyl rhythm continues on the speedbag as you turn around and fetch yourself the umpteenth beer out of your nonna's garage refrigerator. The cap hits the floor as the tenth rep ends. "Good. Now, thirty more."
>>6102461>>Find some small rocks in the parking lot and stitch them into Vinnie's gloves.
>>6102461>Schmooze your way into the ring and onto the mic to give Vinnie a "proper" fighter's introduction.Also while we into Mortadella let's go scumbag mode and throw shade on Otoni to get him mad and tilted before the fight. He's some nameless loser mook who might actually fall for it
>>6103468+1We got a lifetime of shittalk backed up; use it to curate Vinnie's image and rile the opponent.Vinnie's wigg-rapping is terrible. Like a toikey widda studdah. How do we stop him.can we force him to wear a mouth guard permanently
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>>6090298Your name is David "Gunny" Rockefeller, no relation.A veteran of the united states marine corps, you find yourself in a far-out situation after an all-too-close encounter of the third kind!In the last thread, Ronnie got captured and enslaved by David and his crew after having their fleet ambushed by the Metal Gear.He went through various training and punishments, before being selected as one of the elites out of the whole group.Ronnie experienced a lot of things for the first time. Being electrocuted, the joy of a freshly fabricated steak, the fear of being eaten alive by insects...Not to mention a little bit of betrayal and several large drug overdoses, but that's all a day in the life of a pirate, you suppose.Currently, Ronnie finds himself together with a mildly irritated David in a sewage tunnel underneath the greenhouse district, on a bug-hunting quest.Your current objective is to gather samples of the various insects in the area, along with any other information you can get on their habits and activity.The end goal of course, being the complete removal of these insects from your station.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6105121>Fighting always makes you feel better. You don't know if you're in the right condition for it, but the bug extermination still needs to happen.
>>6105319Sure, supporting.
>>6105121You don't know if you're really in the right headspace to be engaging in any sort of combat right now, but you guess it doesn't really matter.The bugs have to die, that's all there is to it.Some other guys are working on attaching trackers to the worker insects and mapping out the tunnels, but the guards have to go.Cylia, who's currently just sitting with you on the couch, leaned over onto you, seems a little surprised when you suddenly stand up and start stretching out."David, are you hungry? I'll cook for you if you want something..." She offers."Sounds nice, but no thanks.""Do you need to pee? I can pause the movie..."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6105684>or it would have been, if not for the addition of other systems.Yoooo built in autoblow LETS GO
>>6105684Daaaaw, Our new company mascot has a fancy suit.
