Grand Zen-Oh, the omni king and ruler of the omniverse has declared there will be a massive tournament to be held in his honor. A grand affair between several universes, each battling it out for the very right to exist. And at the forefront of this grand spectacle will be the Saiyans of Universe 7, who Grand Zen-Oh has grown fond of watching battle. Twenty eight years ago, the Saiyan race were annexed into the PTO as just another race, one of many sent to conquer other worlds. Now, the Saiyans are widely regarded as the strongest warrior race in the entire Seventh Universe, defenders of the PTO led by their strongest, the “Dragon of New Salda” General Karn and his family.You the players will (most often) control Karn. A man who has grown from his lowly beginnings as a Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733 to become not only the strongest Saiyan of his time at AGE 759, but also personal friend to the former emperor Lord Freeza, father to well over a dozen powerful and unique children, a mentor and teacher to his fellow Saiyans, and the best hope for his universe's continued survival. No one warrior can hope to battle eight other universes' strongest fighters alone and hope to prevail, one man's power and skill won't be enough to overcome the looming threat of extermination. But this coming battle will be the ultimate test of how you've lived your life until now, the choices you made not only for yourself, but for the fate of your entire universe.Character sheets and other info: https://controlc.com/46ec566dhttps://pastebin.com/u/GrandDragonQMArchive:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Saiyan+Conqueror+QuestHelp fund quest art commissions and get exclusive side stories as well as artwork by joining the patreon for only $1/month at https://www.patreon.com/GrandDragonQMQuest rules are as follows(unless otherwise noted):>30 minute vote times>Pick ONLY ONE option when votingComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6349257I don't know why captcha is so ass outside of hiroshimoot doing a hiroshimoot, but I do know it's meant to filter absolute peabrains like me from posting. :(
>>6349257Soon indeed. Don't know what verify email you're seeing, but as for captcha they only need one thing in common. Even if it's as simple as same border width on the different shapes, or two the same color, or same number of dots.>>6349258Robot detected! Get this clanker!
>>6349258>>6349261I pick the only ones that look remotely different or every image isn't related to each other in any way, its fucking retarded. EVERY IMAGE IS GOD DAMN DIFFERENT, WHAT THE FUCK AM I EXPECTED TO THINK IS THE SAME! I cant even post because the fucking captcha keeps throwing random shit on the screen that has no consistency for anything! AM I SUPPOSED TO PAY ATTENTION TO THE BACKGROUND THAT SHIFTS EVERY TIME, AM I SUPPOSED TO PAY ATTENTION TO THE SIZE OF THE SHIT ON THE IMAGE THAT IS DIFFERENT FOR EACH ONE, WHAT THE FUCK IS THE THOUGHT BEHIND THIS?! I gotta skip this run DG, this shit is fucking infuriating because it makes no damn sense. Make Gookmoot and character so we can murder him slowly with Force lightning.
>>6349271from my experience it's the amount of shapes, how big the shapes are, which shapes have no pairs, if the letters are different colors or if they're mirrored, stuff like that. Pretty sure it doesn't stop bots though, there's probably something they do to the site itself to slip by and start shitposting. Or maybe they just borrow IPs of humans that did enough captchas and start spamming.
It's TIME!>>6349279
Your name is Vincent Cruz. You work in a shady government-backed facility in the middle of the New Mexico desert. By all accounts, you are a complete and total nobody to the Powers That Be. You've managed to survive the last 7 days at your job. Your job, of course, involves studying and researching dangerous anomalous entities in order to make money for the Abnormality Regulation Coalition (also known as ARC).In fact, you survived long enough to get promoted from Level 0 to Level 1. You're no longer on the bottom of the totem pole but you're still so, so far away from the top. Five more ranks to go and who's to say you'll survive long enough to reach the top?If you're going to die here, at least you're going to die at the top. You've climbed dozens upon dozens of corporate ladders, what's one more, after all? It's the only life you've known so you might as well get comfortable with it.As for a recap of some notable things that happened recently?You accidently stumbled across Liz getting herself involved in office politics. While you don't care about getting yourself entangled in them, you decided to keep an eye on Liz to make sure she won't do something she'll regret.You also learnt that one of your coworkers, Ashton, is an aberrant cannibalistic human called a 'Harvester'. For a while you thought her unconditional kindness to you was a mask for something but no, apparently she really see you as a friend. Instead of a meal, thankfully.A dream you had last night still lingers in the back of your mind. It was the only decision you could've made, it was the only right decision, you had to leave that house. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6356753+1
>>6356834Made my day, ty! :3
>>6356738>How has Lucy been, actually? Talking about your mutual friend might calm her down.>What did she do before she got 'recruited' by ARC? You want to at least try to know her better.>Any tips on how to get into ARC's good graces? You have a proposal or two you want to shoot their way.
>>6356834Fantastic. I wonder if Brother Father, or Father Brother, would be a cat person? Could he banish the evil possessing it. El Bandito could kill some mice.
>>6356787I'll change talking about Lucy to>Any tips on how to get into ARC's good graces? You have a proposal or two you want to shoot their way.
Miles of highway condense together in your head as you watch the yellow lines pass under you. You hated long drives, especially with passengers that don’t appreciate your music taste. You reached into the console and pulled out your pack of cigarettes with the lighter inside. You put the last cigarette in your mouth and tried to light it but with no success. “Almost got it,” you whispered to no one in particular. You kept steering with one hand as you grabbed the lighter and lit it, letting the smoke escape out the slightly cracked window. You were almost coordinated enough to use your telekinesis to smoke. To your right sleeping in the passenger seat was your resident telepath, Denise. Sprawled out in both seats behind you was the precog, Cassandra. That’s how you knew it would be an uninteresting trip, based on how relaxed she looks. It was just going to be a routine mission, a snatch and grab. You didn’t care for the details of who you were kidnapping, you only knew he was a natural psychic. He must have been caught in the act of using it, intentionally or not. About one percent of the population are born with a certain organ attached to their brain stem known as the Sigmata. Most who have it won’t even realize they are mutants with its effect being so weak. The powerlifter who unknowingly channels telekinesis into his muscles to help with his lift or the charismatic celebrity who everyone loves for no particular reason, both examples of natural born psychics that are harmless. They can still far outperform any non-mutant but have modest achievements and don’t break the veil of secrecy. On the other hand there are some psychics who have to be controlled, the pyromaniac who realizes if he focuses enough he can start a flame with his mind or the dictator who could compel people to commit genocide with his voice alone. To make these people disappear is the job of the secret government organization known as the Department of Psychic Studies.
>>6347911>Destroy DPS's extraction systems and let the alien scan my intent freely to prove that we will limit and not abuse our powers
>>6347911>Agree. Humans are too violent and dangerous. Strip psychic power away from us, we cannot use it responsibly.
You had an idea, you projected it,“Intent.”Intent was the key, psychic powers could be used for good and not violence. You would use them to save the world. The alien seemed to dismiss you,“Insufficient.”It wasn’t good enough for the alien. One human’s intent wasn’t a promise for humanity. The massive alien turned around, ready to fly away. You had one more try.“Love.”The alien turned around and cocked its head,“Incomplete.”It didn’t understand. So you projected your memories. Denise saving you from the robber, her bandaging your hands, laughing in the restaurant. The alien straightened out like it understood,“Bond.” It was getting there, you projected the fight with Darby, how you did it to protect her. The choice to drop the pillar knowing it might kill you as well knowing it would keep her safe.“Sacrifice.”Yes, it was beginning to understand. Humanity had the ability to self sacrifice for those they loved. Therefore violence was not the end but the means. You tried again,“Love.”You were a psychic soldier, who knew no parents, and were raised for one purpose which was violence. Even you were capable of love, so humanity was capable of being saved. The stars in the alien’s eyes twinkled,Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Eventually the fleet arrived, Roswell projected one last message to you before disappearing forever. Roswell extended his hand and waved it awkwardly, a practiced human behavior but a meaningful gesture nonetheless.“Farewell.”With that he flew upward into the massive starship that sat just out of the atmosphere. They left a signal beacon, so that all psychics could continue to use their powers for good. The ships disappeared from all detection systems, nobody knew where in the universe they went.As you pushed the waist high snow from the outside of the cabin, Dimitri popped his head out the door. “Aiden, you come inside now. Work more later.” Inside Denise and her mom Petra had prepared the reindeer meat into a great Christmas meal. The fireplace burned hot, warming up the whole place nicely. You sat down to eat as you were starving from all the work Dimitri had made you do. You couldn’t help yourself and you dug in. “Aiden, pass salt.”You gripped it with your kinesis, but not quite dexterous enough, you spilled it. Everyone laughed,“Use hands next time.” Petra asked Denise something in Russian you couldn’t understand, she looked to dismiss it. Dimitri didn’t seem to mind translating, “She says when will you marry?”You got taken by surprise, blood rushed into your face, maybe it was too hot in this cabin.“Oh.”Denise was not having it, “Dad!”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
I know this was rushed I just can't prove it
You are a CANONICALLY HOMOSEXUAL wizard man. You have an EPIC STAFF and also a WITCH'S BROOMSTICK which feels PRETTY REDUNDANT you think. You were thinking of hitting up a REDBOX to pick up a straight-to-dvd BROOMSPELL which is something like a MOVIE (your broom doubles as a DVD player)But first, what is your name?
>>6343495as a GAY WIZARD myself, I am more fond of STEMcel PhD holders as with that I can JERK OFF more regularly
>>6344034The bonebeast waits patiently as you fire off an email using Wiz.com>GAYRO, I AM ABLE TO COVER THE COSTS, JUST PLEASE HURRY ASAP!! I NEED YOUR MAGIC IMMEDIATELY!!!!That should get the lad out of bed. However, you're not really sure how you can restore his magic. In order to gain a smiting lightstuff constitution one must absorb a DYING WHITE DWARF STAR. Maybe you should search for something more readily available for him to reconstitute with in the mean time?
>>6344847Take the skeleton apart, put the bones in my anus, and start an Onlyfans
>>6345719Yeah start only fans to collect money to purchase a dying white dwarf star
>>6344847Sword? Use the sword? Although sword magic may not be the best against these bonebeasts....
Your name is (name), you are from a small unknown village, in some forest nobody cares about. Your village has a small church where you and your family visit every weekend, your father is a farmer like most people here, wheat's the largest export in this village and what keeps everyone fed when there isn't a drought.You have 2 siblings, your older brother and your older sister, you never really connected with them, and you think they may actually dislike you, you are quite a bit younger than them.Your mother is too weak to farm and so she is the village weaver, she learned how to weave from your late grandmother, your mother has also inherited some books from your grandfather, so you and your siblings are one of the few literate people in the village.When the taxmen come every half-year some merchants also follow them due to the taxmen's guradforce, you like to borrow and read some books from the nice merchants before they leave, you are too poor to afford to buy books, so you are quite grateful that they let you just borrow and read some books, you think it's a novelty to them to encounter a literate villager.Aside from all of that, you are quite a loner, you never really connected with anybody in the village, not even your parents, but you aren't bothered with that, you prefer being alone with your books.You always dreamt of leaving your backwater village, you always thought higher of yourself than most of your peers, that could be a contributing factor to your isolation, but nontheless you held that belief your whole life.When you were a child you already hoped for something better, 'how could no one here aspire for something more?' you've asked yourself time and time again, there had to more to life than farming and praying.You never had the opportunity to leave the village, your father would always shout at you that "It's too dangerous to leave! you'll die out there!", of course you never believed him, but rules are rules, you wouldn't want to incur your father's wrath by going out.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6347436>retard can't readKill yourself.
almost forgot boud this quest
>>6347430I'll run it as a one-shot and I have run something before. I think I'll manage.
>>6347595I'm surprised you know what "the lights are bright" means in this context.
>>6346044>>6347430I've followed through and made the one-shot real. Hope it lives up to the groundwork set up here.>>6349248>>6349248>>6349248
The radiant summer sun shone down upon the verdant sylvan landscape; these fair meadows and groves had an ethereal quality that was, of course, a vestige of the faewild of old. The sight of its remnant had been among the most enchanting things you had ever seen.And yet, you couldn't help escape the burden that was so heavily laden upon your head; the crown may be kept safely in the vaults under the Albrechtsburg, but its weight never quite left your head. It was among the elder days of the 13th century, the year 1275 to be exact. And the kingdom of Greifswald was at peace. Still, as far as realms were concerned, yours was still young, for it had been but thirteen years since the formal proclamation of the kingdom, though in truth, it has existed as a polity since 1241, though only as a dukedom. 34 years of an Adlershorst upon the throne, though the lineage stretched back further; by the standards of the continent, the royal bloodline was virtually new money.Now, in the waning years of the 13th century, the king and court are engaged upon a tour of the northern fiefs, solidifying alliances and ensuring the loyalty of vassals. Yet things are not as they should be; monks travel and do not greet their king, and nobles leave their estates and disappear, only for them to resurface in strange and secretive gatherings. It wasn't rebellion, or at least, it hadn't been able to coalesce into one, but your suspicions were brewing.War you knew; compared to the soldierly simplicity of that life, dealing with the two-faced members of the aristocracy was something you had grown into, but you still perceived the practice with distaste.It is not that you don't enjoy the pleasure of conversation with some wine and roasted pork, but you would prefer it without the threat of walking yourself into a verbal trap, where you would need to extricate yourself with utmost courtesy.All in all, the tour has had mixed results; the count of Hoenstein had provided you with some useful information regarding one Oskar von Schmallhausen and a Hedwig von Merckhayn, though what they were up to is a bit of a puzzle. On the other hand, your visit with the burgrave of Dornheim was nothing short of an unmitigated disaster. You said a few things were maybe a tad bit high-handed, he retorted in kind, and you left as soon as you had come, before he would tear up his contract of vassalage to you or do something worse.The matter left a bitter, though perhaps sour, taste in your mouth, and you didn't really feel like continuing this tour, or at least wanted to speed it up for your sake. If anything, the nobles should come to you; if all of them were in Ritterbach, there would be no more of this. But what was started should be seen through...General links of varying importance.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6356503>Expand the Albrechtsburg and the city walls of Rittersbach, so the city might grow (-9000 Greifs)CENTRALIZE MORE
>>6356503>>Expand the Ambermines of Greifswald (-10,000 Greifs)More money for more projects
>>6356503>>Expand the Ambermines of Greifswald (-10,000 Greifs)
Amber, or Bernstein, in proper Tauten, is perhaps the one gemstone unique to Greifswald; while there are lesser mines across the continent, Greifswald boasts the largest reserves of them all. Funny, because amber isn't a stone at all but rather solidified tree resin. Outside of taxes, it is perhaps the biggest source of income of all for the Greifswalder royal treasury. The mines are mostly in southern Greifswald and upon the coasts are sometimes washed ashore. Ownership of the various mines varies from place to place; some of them are the direct property of the crown, leased out to various miners or mined directly; some were private enterprises or owned by the local lord, who could either lease them out or have them mined directly.Thus, the next step should be obvious: there would be more prospecting, more mining, and more investment in expanding the operations to increase revenue for the royal treasury. Additionally, the new mines will inevitably attract even more Tautens from Tautenland, as well as some dwarves, if the mines are deep enough. There would come settlements to support these mines, obviously, but that would take a while. It was expensive, and the treasury was significantly lighter by the end of the year, but, as the old year passed into the new, the outlook was an optimistic one. Sophia would disagree, of course, but among peasant, merchant, and noble alike, there is a general sense that, by the end of the century, Greifswald would be an able regional player, wealthy and strong.While little progress had been made in smoking that Pflugfeld out of his stronghold, the entrance halls had been taken. He had retreated deeper into the old Dwarven outpost for the time being, but you knew that his time was running out.Still, with the new year started, you decided to once more formally hold court and open the floor to petitioners from all over the kingdom.The first petitioner was a merchant seeking investment, which you dismissed, for you found his ideas impractical and too risky. Second came a group of clergymen from outside Greifswald, asking for permission to excavate and search for a lost relic of some rather obscure martyr who, as your court chaplain explained, had died in Greifswald. You gave them a royal permit, with the condition that the relic be kept in a Greifswalder monastery or temple.And then came the third petitioner, an Elven noble from the woods; he had introduced himself as an envoy of Aran-Arasso, the White Stag, and with the formal alliance, he wished to open up both realms to formal trade. Though under some conditions, with a special delegation being able to buy and sell goods at a set location and vice versa, for the White Stag wished to keep the location of his glade-halls a secret from outsiders.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>Refuse, this agreement is too one-sided for your tastes.>Write-in.
In times of old, there stood many a great kingdom or realm, their lines proud, their kings great, and their works were legendary. It was a time of greatness for all, from all classes and races, for it was a time when the yields were abundant, the cattle fat, and the weather favourable.This changed, however. A creature with a heart pitch-black and eyes of darkness and despair that rise and shrink with hate. All despaired at his coming and the hordes and legions he brought with him. Crowns were broken, castles slighted, and the kings lay broken. Like a vile black hand, his reach seemed boundless; with his fiery red eyes, his gaze kept his subjects obedient, and from a dark tower, this lord of evil watched over his realm as the land fell into darkness and despair, with hope fading like a dying ember.But embers can flare up, and like the phoenix, a new generation of heroes and their hosts of light broke the chains, shattered his armies to the winds and finally brought an end to his reign of terror. As the morrow broke once more, it was thus proclaimed that nevermore should his name be uttered, nevermore should his remains be seen, and nevermore should there be fear of his tyranny. And so, the people rejoiced in their newfound freedom, rebuilding their shattered world with hope and determination for a brighter future. His artefacts and symbols, buried deep beneath the sands and earth, were so well hidden that not even the most fanatical cultist would find anything.And yet in that lies the danger; dead though he may be, there are still those who revere him as though he were a god-king upon this earth, and his ilk have a tendency not to stay dead… There are still whispers, mutterings and vague prophecies about his return, though none have come true as of my writing this tome…. His name was struck from the lists of both paper and mind, so one would never again say that name which struck deep grief into the hearts of all peoples…. I shall end this book with a warning: if he does return, do not try to fight him; run. Run to the nearest authorities and alert them; fighting him alone shall surely be your doom, even if he's weakened, but the worst thing you can do is to let him speak; his words shall gnaw in your mind, his arguments shall be so persuasive that you will drop your weapons, and he shall weave a web of deceit that will ensnare even the strongest of wills. Hearken unto him, no matter his guise and form, and before too long you shall find yourself in eternal servility. Archive link: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=The%20Shadow%20Rises%20AnewDeviantArt link: https://www.deviantart.com/adlershorst
>>6356749 "The majority, yes, but the others ran off into the city; from what I saw, the wildlife was waiting for them. I've been able to leave via the path we came with, my lord. One more night of travelling, and we'll be with the ones we left to guard the camels and supplies." she explained.You couldn't really object, not while you were stuck inside here; you would need a place to hatch, that was for certain. But you had a century for Erassyl to either find you a cave or to bring you back to Samarda. Unfortunately, while you could still have them proceed with the plan to invade the Qudininds, you couldn't be there in person, for if your eggs were prematurely cracked, you would go back to the ghost form, which you would like to avoid if at all possible.Regardless, you were in an unenviable position. Effectively dependent on Erassyl being willing to haul you somewhere, and while she didn't seem to have any funny ideas as of yet, you would never know when the apprentice would rebel against the master. For now, the only thing you would need to do is to either get back to Shuagaz or some other safe haven.>My own personal safety above all! Tell Erassyl to hide me somewhere safe so I can hatch in peace>Tell her to put the egg in the care of Farbas; it will be hidden in his collection of trophies.>Have her transport you back to Shuagaz, where you can hatch in safety, if you make it back.
>>6356750>Have her transport you back to Shuagaz, where you can hatch in safety, if you make it back.
>>6356750>>Have her transport you back to Shuagaz, where you can hatch in safety, if you make it back.Shuagaz is where our most loyal followers are gathered and where our first tower was raised.
>>6356750>Have her transport you back to Shuagaz, where you can hatch in safety, if you make it back.Looks like we need to make a change of plans.
>>6356750>Have her transport you back to Shuagaz, where you can hatch in safety, if you make it back.Very eggciting.
This is a collab quest that didn't take off on /i/ so I'm moving it here. It started with submissions from other anons but I'm going to turn it into my own drawquest.I was going to make a Medabots one but the anime is too precious for me to ruin it. I also need to test the waters for some matters.Wait until I finish dumping if you're participating, thanks.
>>6356400The backpack we bet was not ours.
>>6356400In the previous update "option 1+5" won but the other OP didn't steal from Neal so I included that here. I have to respect the winning vote.
>>6356319>>6356345>>6356400A strong and charismatic duo.
>>6356430>In the previous update "option 1+5" won but the other OP didn't steal from Neal so I included that here.Ah, I see it
I don't know if you're there, Mustard, but I'll do the next one. I'd like to do the whole fight.
Violence. Repugnant, alluring, superfluous, indispensable….You remember primary school: running past metal doors and out into the recess playground, the teachers would always say "don't play rough." But inevitably someone would cross the line, and pushes and kicks and punches would be thrown over a crude joke or a prank, or for any one of a million stupid reasons.You were never one of the offenders. But you do remember a close friends being a frequent troublemaker and an almost semi-permanent fixture inside the principal's office; on returning he would parody the principal's lecture in a faux serious voice—”propriety this, behavior that,” and other such things that kids liked to make fun of.But at the end of whatever day he'd decided to make trouble, you would always spot him sitting on a chair inside a bereft classroom, looking downcast. Then you'd see his mother and the homeroom teacher deep in conversation, walking down the hallway and entering the room, closing the door behind them. The following day he'd always return muted and solemn, and no roughhousing would occur for several days. You'd learn many years later that at dinner, when his father would ask "How was everyone's day," his mother would report on her son's mischief. Sometimes his father would wait until after dinner to bring out his belt. Other times, right there and then, he would administer his displeasure.It befuddled you. Education at the point of the sword—a paradox if ever you saw one. But it wasn't something you ever personally experienced growing up, getting "disciplined" in that manner.Your father…>wasn’t around much Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 57 (1d100)>>6356597
Midling reaction from the cops: 57In the interest of speed, feel free to roll again to those that have already done so. Need 3 more.
Rolled 37 (1d100)>>6356768
Rolled 12 (1d100)>>6356768
Rolled 91 (1d100)>>6356768
And all day and all night and everything you see is just blue, like you. Inside and outside. Blue your house with the blue little window and a blue Corvette, and everything is blue for you and yourself and everybody around cause you ain't got nobody to listen.You're Blue Daba Dee Daba Dye. You have a blue house with a blue window. Blue is the color you bought that you wear. Blue are the streets and all the trees are too. You have a girlfriend, and she is So Blue. Blue are the people here that walk around. Blue like your Corvette is sitting outside. Blue are the words you say and what you think. Blue are the feelings that live inside you.Of course, thats not particularly special. You're Blue, everyone is Blue. Everyones last name, is Blue. Family Lineage is gone, replaced by chromatic unity. You're a Harmonic Resonance Technician which manages the Azur Light Wave EmitterYou've been listening to the same song for hours. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JhSVQDaUNg4Your mind is completely numb and empty. The thumping bass has you pacified into total compliance. But... As you're adjusting the circuitry, there's an error. A split second of a different color. A brilliant spark of yellow. Its... Like nothing you've ever seen before. Beautiful, how its shine radiates off the circuitry. Your mind is hazy... If the Azure Inquisition were to see this you would lose social credits, going from Exemplary to Deviant, being thrown directly into the Cobalt Correctional Facility to be Re-Blued.----------1) Repress your feelings for the different color. You are Blue Daba Dee Daba Dye. Your only feelings are blue. Think of your blue house, with the blue little windows, and the blue corvette. How would So Blue react if she knew you weren't true blue?2) Take a picture of the sparks happening, to remember, and observe it in secret.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6343425You're the only one being an obnoxious sperg, and we're sending you to the Cobalt Correctional Facility to be Re-Blued.
>>6343432Sure thing, faggot bitch.
Blue are the people here who polkapoundBlue like anon who is starting to cryBlue are the posts I make about my kinkJust one more look at that yellow would set me free
>>6343435What's your problem?
Previous chapters: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Heretic%20Cultivator%20QuestMC info Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/x5rCdZpqSect/ disciple info Doc: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1A0Yghkqs4WxALnnlVJ2uPpphQk9NQ4ME32DzC1qWp7Q/edit?usp=sharingFolklore: https://pastebin.com/AnbsrDcd_The much applauded winner of the Magical Beast Tactician's Contest, Mi Wanpisheng has lost all of his bluster and cheekiness now that's he's been brought before you to recieve his reward. The ice tailed macaque is holding his tail in front of himself, his almost human face spread into a shy grin as you lounge before him, preening the back of your paw as he is guided forward by one of his Sect's elders. As his master and adoptive father had business with the Weiyupo of the innocent witch courts, but a little birdy er, well Yujijiao told you they were just exchanging care tips for young magical beasts.,"Wanpisheng" You savor the victors name, drawning it out in a way that you realize might sound slightly threatening as the kid who your own, bunny eared kids had become so fond of so quickly winced and barred his teeth, trying to replicate a human's smile rather than baring his fangs at you like an impudent monkey"Yes, your highness" He addresses you with a courtly bow, very much resembling a sniveling eunuch despite what you'd seen to be his ordinary, bombastic personality"Your sect and mine are neighbors, we share many of the same borders and also a fondness for beasts" You explain, imperiously and booming as you rise from your pile of cushions, the elder stiffening and smacking the Macaque on his backside to make him remember his posture "But your temple doesn't host any wild royalty, now does it?""I understand, seat of the palace, that you consider few other magical beasts to be primordial nobility" The elder, whom you do not know by name, face or deed states and you smirk, amused by his cheek to interrupt you while the great Huanliuxue was speakingComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6356528>No, start immediately!Perfect, a little bit of fabrication will improve our standing grealy
>>6356528>No! Start it immediately and give each golden core a token to determine the order of their rounds in the contests to come
>>6356528>No! Start it immediately and give each golden core a token to determine the order of their rounds in the contests to cometime to bring it to an end
>>6356528>No! Start it immediately and give each golden core a token to determine the order of their rounds in the contests to comeWe can invade hell with the White Jade Army later, it's more of a casual excursion anyway. Just need to make sure it gets done before the conflict between the Ling and Disi-Ling kicks off.>>6356526>Eh, well, if he's to be seen as your rival, making him seem more impressive and important will just reflect better on your illustrious self, so you might as well milk it for all its worth and make him sound just as important in fable as you are in truth!I wonder if this is going to give him a power boost or somesuch due to faith fuckery.
>>6356528>No! Start it immediately and give each golden core a token to determine the order of their rounds in the contests to comeI would vote for some last second bragging, but showing our aura (and somehow not killing anyone with lethal amounts of Ghostly Yin Qi) was enough smoke for the fire. It's been nearly 2 years in the making, it's time to prove we're number one.
You are a Wizard and it is high time that you build a tower.What do you mean you look like a witch? Silver hair? Black clothes? Skull motifs? The spooky gothic ruby choker that your old party's paladin never snapped with his ever-victorious pure-white Holy Sword because he was a thick-headed himbo who didn't know how to read the fucking mood and accept your many invitations into your atelier? No that's just your preferred aesthetic. Your tender taught you that human men - especially handsome paladins - wanted big tiddy goth mommies, and as an elf you can do two of those three things.Your tits? Biggest in your decantation batch. Your aesthetic? Humans consider it goth, especially since your specialized school of study is necromancy. Your ability to bear children and become a "mommy"? Well, you don't have a womb, but nothing's stopping you from growing a child in your atelier with some blood from you and your husband.If you had one.You don't. This is a problem. No one wants to marry an elf after her two hundred and fiftieth birthday. Twelve adventuring parties came and went throughout your career as a wizard, and every fucking time the Paladin or Warrior's childhood friend - usually a priestess who stood in the back row, squealed in terror, and cast heal cure spells - won before you could even shoot your shot. So now you're three hundred years old (and have been so for over two centuries), exhausted, single, a virgin who has never even seen a man's sword outside of paintings.Not for lack of trying. Sun above and moon below you tried. You even went as far as to strip naked and walk into a camp of savage orcs rumored to take human women for their vile pleasures... only for their warchief to throw his cloak over you, take you aside, and explain quite clearly that orcs don't work like that. All male orcs may be, just as elves are always female, their reproduction is tied to battle and so most aren't keen on using their clubs like that.The "breeding pits" you read about in the Central Library were the perfidious lies of the Holy Church.How dare they give you hope.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6355405fine then, make it a wagerif he's wrong he wears a cock-cage for a week
>>6355322>Conjure up a ball of ice cold water and douse the pair of filthy sex-havers.>well-behaved breastsDoes that mean our rack is naughty and unruly? Don't tell me it...has a tendency to burst out of our tops an bounce asynchronously>never actually follow through with anything unless of course it's with the "Saintess" or the "Sage"Briefly consider whether we'd have better lucky chasing someone who matches our vibe, like a brooding monster hunter(pic rel) or a black mage.
>>6355322>Conjure up a ball of ice cold water and douse the pair of filthy sex-havers.How dare you give that dick to someone that isn't meeeeee!
Rolled 19 (1d100)>>6355322>Conjure up a ball of ice cold water and douse the pair of filthy sex-havers.Gonna nat 1 and conjure acid instead
>>6355394Solid mix of options 1+2+1
*Universal Century 0079*What began as a bid for autonomy in Side 3 erupted into the most devastating war humanity has ever witnessed. Half of all human lives have already been lost in the first month alone. Entire colonies became tombs. Fleets lost to the vast silence of space. Countless cities on Earth reduced to rubble.And now, in the aftermath of Operation British and Zeon's planetary invasion, one truth has become undeniable:Mobile suits rule the battlefield.The Principality of Zeon’s Zaku had reshaped warfare overnight. Now the Federation is scrambling, desperate, bleeding, trying to catch up before they lose the war entirely. Somewhere beneath the humid jungles of South America, the Federation begins a secret race against time.You are ***Ian Voss***.*Rank:* Lieutenant 1st Class*Assignment:* Join the Federation’s experimental “1st MS Team,” a prototype mobile-suit evaluation unit tasked with field-testing captured Zeon technology and accelerating the Federation’s crash-program to catch up in MS warfare.*Location:* Testing Annex 17, a dummy installation linked to Jaburo by a network of underground rail tunnels.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 66 - 5 (1d100 - 5)>>6343962
Rolled 19 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>6343962Rolling
Rolled 20 - 5 (1d100 - 5)>>6343962
>>6343964>>6343966>>6343970Highest roll of 66 scrapes us through with a success, writing now.
>>6344197Still here hoping for more, boss.
You awake on a deserted island.You don't know where you are. You don't know how you got there.You'd probably be royally fucked if it weren't for the fact that you happen to be carrying three things with you.What three things are you carrying? (one item at a time)
Should have known it wasn't going to be so shrimple.
>>6347391The lobster used its time-stop ability on the QM. The fiend!
Why this quest reminds me of the MultiUser Dungeon game I used to play when I was a kid.Also cool thread
>>6343051Maneuver AROUND the lobster. It will try to bend around in response and expose its articulating membrane. Then use your sword to pierce it.
>>6348727>>6348737Anon, QM hasn't updated or posted anything in almost two weeks...
Guide your Schizo to Greatness or imprisonment within a mental health facility or both! You are an anonymous young man in his 20s who has recently come down with schizophrenia and your job is to guide this youth towards a number of different paths all up to you the voters! Have him go down the old boring route as a homeless vagrant or have him become a Orthodox Christian monk living in a monastery or turn him into a radical Satanic right wing insurgent or make bank as a lolcow...the possibilities are endless and all up to YOU!(How this works is that I will present a list of options which you choose and vote for as a collective or you can submit your own option/action/event and vote for that and the ones with the most votes wins! I will check this every day or 24 hours and thus voting closes once I put up a new post!)You've been going about your daily routine, taking care of chores, schooling and/or work, going about your life as a daily cog in the machine of society when SUDDENLY....you begin hearing voices...strange voices.....voices which frighten you.Choose the nature of your auditory hallucinations:A.) Divine: The voices beckon you towards the light, towards divinity, soothing and comforting but with a dash of righteousness to go along with grace and mercyB.) Demonic: The voices are gnashing of teeth and screeches of rage, they whisper such deviant things into your ear, things which frighten (and at some base level, intrigue) you.C.) Narcissistic: The voices declare you a god, the only god, a superhuman, and many other pompous titles and recognition of your inner greatness. Do you take the mantle?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6339945>A.) Divine: The voices beckon you towards the light, towards divinity, soothing and comforting but with a dash of righteousness to go along with grace and mercy
>>6340773it's fine, as long as you remember to come each day to doot we can run it
>>6339945>D.) Paranoid: The voices take the form of hearing others whisper your demise, hearing secret codes, seeing secret symbols and language among innocuous things.Bet QM forgot this thread
>>6339945C.) Narcissistic: The voices declare you a god, the only god, a superhuman, and many other pompous titles and recognition of your inner greatness. Do you take the mantle?
>>6340773c'mon op, come back
