Previous Threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=The%202nd%20Primarch%20Quest_You are Lieren of Nothing, philosopher of some renown, Hunter of some skill, Primarch of the 2nd legion of the emperor of mankind's space marines, grand architect and head of the Long-Jian ministry of development, friend of the oppressed, enemy of tyrants and husband of the living ship Kanzeon, among a great many other things, including dabbler of the secrets of the old ones and poet of some skill.Presently, you are above an uncontacted world of a substrain of humanity, using a mixture of high technology and sheer telekinetic force to create a monument from the debris left behind by the skirmish with an ork fleet, combining together the metal hulls of the ships that were lost in the battle to form a monolith of burnt and sundered still, that Kanzeon is engraving with the names and histories of the crews of the ship. It is to honor their ultimate sacrifice for a cousin of mankind that had not even known they'd been threatened.A cousin you shall soon meet personally, the envoys that were sent had all agreed that your presence and company would be most welcome as they traveled beneath the frozen surface of the unnamed world to meet with the representatives of the city states, that the aspirants of your legion had, while you and their senior and future astartes brothers waged war against the pirate fleet, had managed to get in contact with the abhuman race. They had taken your challenge to learn how to solve the communication barrier with a society that did not know the sky above their mines existed, yet alone of the worlds beyond their worlds with great gusto and had devised a novel means of breaking that barrier. Which they had done themselves, to prove it'd work. They'd started by sending dummy distress signals near to the surface, which allowed the abhuman miners to realize the source must be coming from beyond their world of rock and stone.And then followed by sending transmission to the groups that had figured it out, and providing proof of a world beyond their mines. Somehow, this was not met with skepticism or derision by the rest of their societies, but rather a rush to be the first to make contact with the "Uplanders" as the underground dwellers called the aspirants and you supposed everyone elseThere was some grumbling, when an Astartes that had been left on the planet to watch over and run the boys through drills had happened upon and discovered what the aspirants were getting up to, but the response from the rulers of the four blocs, which were formed by councils of elders that represented the interests and vendettas of various clans and families, had been one of intrigue and praise for such "Clever little beardlings". Cont
>>6348872>"Hunter is my name| Winter Dark is my Quarry| My spear seeks a heart. Sunlight blazes hot| Winter now is at an end| Dawn scorns the long night. The dragon heart rests| its duty done at long last| Men no longer fear "
>>6348872>"Hunter is my name| Winter Dark is my Quarry| My spear seeks a heart. Sunlight blazes hot| Winter now is at an end| Dawn scorns the long night. The dragon heart rests| its duty done at long last| Men no longer fear ">Prove to her wrong with a subtle display of psykerist might >>6348952What she's worried about is that any meddling with the artifact could obliterate their world if done poorly. From her perspective letting it sit there forgotten is preferable to taking any chances at all. We want to reassure her that this isn't our first rodeo and that we're experienced with this sort of thing.
>>6348872>Prove to her wrong with a subtle display of psykerist might>"Hunter is my name| Winter Dark is my Quarry| My spear seeks a heart. Sunlight blazes hot| Winter now is at an end| Dawn scorns the long night. The dragon heart rests| its duty done at long last| Men no longer fear "remind me again do we wont this artifact to make more ships like Kenzon and her sisters, to hand over to the emperor for his web way project or both
>>6348872>"Hunter is my name| Winter Dark is my Quarry| My spear seeks a heart. Sunlight blazes hot| Winter now is at an end| Dawn scorns the long night. The dragon heart rests| its duty done at long last| Men no longer fear ">>6349174Some daemons of Order believe it's relevant to their quest to free Arianka but they can't get to it themselves because there's some kind of planet-spanning gellar field keeping them out.
>>6348872>Prove to her wrong with a subtle display of psykerist might>"Hunter is my name| Winter Dark is my Quarry| My spear seeks a heart. Sunlight blazes hot| Winter now is at an end| Dawn scorns the long night. The dragon heart rests| its duty done at long last| Men no longer fear "
Did I fall asleep?
"We really don't need to!" Cady glances at Yobbu's nametag. "Shouldn't you focus on helping Yobbu? I mean, he doesn't have many Force poin- uh, Force powers, but he can probably improve with effort and practice, right?""That might be true." Yun looks down at the grass. "I haven't had success as his tutor.""I'll help you!" Cady grabs Yun's hands and squeezes them. "After all, I could never let you marry Yobbu!"Yes! I'll destroy the death flag of Yun falling to the Dark Side by making sure she doesn't have to marry Yobbu!Cady holds up one finger. "In return, would you help me train with a lightsaber? You're really, um..." Cady glances at Yun's nametag. "Efficient?""That's all you want?" Yun grabs Cady's hands and lifts them up. "Oh, Princess Cady, thank you so much! And you know, even though you won't be a mother to his children, being the first wife of a Hutt will still carry a lot of prestige. And you'll be able to eat as much as y-""His children?" Cady glances at Yobbu and shudders. "No, no, no!" Cady puts her hands out to ward off Yun and then crosses her arms tightly against her chest. "I meant help Yobbu become stronger with the Force!"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
After class, Cady collapses onto her bed with her head next to the stuffed bantha. A second later she leaps upright at a knock on the door and quickly shoves the stuffed bantha under her blanket.Deline is in the hallway with her birthday rifle on her back and a crate in her arms."What's that?""You'll find out!" Deline giggles and turns away and looks back at Cady. "Come on!"This seems extremely ominous!Deline marches through Calor, oblivious to the stares of the residents as they turn to look at the blaster rifle on her back. Past the edge of the spaceport, the ground slopes downward into swampy woodland. Above the trees, the partially-dismantled hulls of old spaceships litter the landscape all the way to the horizon.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6348965Maybe the siscon can be convinced to switch to Team Slimer?>>6349431>How do you shoot this?We don't need to beat a Mandalorian at shooting, especially one we really, really want to like us.
>>6349431>I bet I can hit more targets!Time to cheat like your life depends on it (it does)
>>6349431>>How do you shoot this?
You see his face. Sharp razor slit eyes etched onto a hulking creature’s giant head, which would give children across the galaxy vivid nightmares, stare into your soul. It produces no feeling of horror or fear, nor any other natural response, because you know him. Those eyes that are locked onto yours are dulled, empty, lifeless. The vacant glare causes your heart to wither in your chest. It was you, you did this, you killed your closest friend. A man who has saved your life, and you killed him. Now his face is slack, muscles relaxed, and his eyes are barren; all that vigour and life that he carried around with him is forever gone, never to return. It was your choice to kill him. Sith Lord Yvalok presented the options to you. During your months on Lao training as a Sith Acolyte you, Vulfstahn a child of the extinct Sith people, have shown a wild potency with the Force which is unequalled by your supposed peers. This rare talent caught Yvalok’s eyes and has him captivated with your development, wanting nothing more than to see you flourish. The ancient human decided to gift you hate through a choice: slay Urr’tal in a duel or watch as Yira gets gangraped. You gave the withered husk of a Human your answer. With a slash of your sword, you betrayed Urr’tal, ending all the myriad great possibilities he could have achieved in his prodigious lifespan. The Sith Lord that would be nothing but a frail old man if not for his mastery of the dark side of the Force stands above you as thick red ichor spews from the Whiphid’s severed neck. Forced onto the hard durasteel floor by a burst of lightning, you are enveloped by the growing pool of your friend’s blood. His decapitated head rests in front of you, not able to steal your eyes away from the lifeless face as his matted fur stains from his bleeding. Yvalok monologues and lectures, but you can’t hear him. The unblinking eyes have stolen your world.
>>6350085We still undermined her and reminded her not to get cocky, because our scheming ways work.
>>6350082That's what I was most worried about and something that needs to be improved upon next thread. Have some time with Ryan Sol and the Herglic, bipedal whale, who I've forgot the name. Maybe an academy Vs academy competition or Vulfstahn and a few others get dropped onto Umbara. I'll need to think about it.
>>6350083>would a third option have been possible? I.E disable her or something?Not in that moment there, to disable a near equal without killing them or them killing you is hard.
>>6350086Take what you want from it I guess.>>6350087I like the Idea of either new blood or some of the more seasoned students showing up from the warfront or something.Interschool competition seems like some anime shit, but if you want to do it go ahead>>6350088oh well, least I don't have to ponder the path that never was now.
>>6350092>Interschool competition seems like some anime shitFairs, that being said I did it back in the day for sports. I represented my school for 3km. Unlike for schools it'd be more who is raising better students, to influence where an experienced sith would go first to look for an apprentice.
OOC: Let me just preface this by saying this will be a short one shot. While there may be more in the future, please treat this as a stand alone story.----You awaken from a particularly fitful dream by a gentle nudging at your shoulder."... Red. Little Red, it's time to wake up. It's not good to sleep in. I have an errand for you."The voice is soft and maternal, but wholly unfamiliar. Internally, you resist the call to wakefulness, but the person trying to nudge you awake is persistent.You open your eyes and find yourself in a little cottage. There is a bed for one person opposite the one you're lying in, looking like it was freshly made.You remember being a>Boy>GirlComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6337522By the way, in case I come back to this later, your downtime has restored 3 Health, bringing your health to 5.
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6335816/Finally managed to archive this after failing to do so repeatedly last night.
>>6337519Black Pete sounds like he is based on the old version of Sinterklaas' helper here in the Netherlands>>6337523It's kind of early to end the thread though, we're still pretty high on page 1 while 4chan only deletes after page 10 but that is up to you. Just know you can't have more than (I think) two active at a time and a thread is active until it drops of from board 10 whether or not people post in it
>>6337877Sadly, I've only prepared one adventure for now, so I'll need some time to make more plot beats. It could be a couple of weeks, but it could also be a month or so.Also you're correct in that Black Pete is based on Zwarte Piet
>>6337877I think it is three active quests at a time. Modpost says it is five, but I'm pretty sure it is three.>>6337523I'll get around to feedback some other time. Thanks for running this though.
You are the self-proclaimed KING of the WASTELAND. Ever since the great BIG BOOM in the far off year of 2007, the world has gotten pretty nasty–ruins and mutants litter the desert wasteland all around you, roving bands of warlord kings and factions in all sorts of endless wars.You never did much mind, though, as you kept to yourself in your reclusive “castle” (a pre-BIG BOOM convenience store) with your friend and roommate, DUKE NASU, watching one of your 24 copies of SUPERBAD (2007) and pumping iron–that is, at least, until a demolition company drove up to your front door. You found out your castle was apparently on land that fell under the titleship of a “GUN KING”, who sought to evict you and bulldoze it into the ground. You took ownership of the demolitionist’s wrecking ball and drove out to the GUN KING’S castle to confront him on the matter.You managed to infiltrate his castle whereupon you engaged in one-on-one combat with the king, PANZER GRAAD–however, defeating him only led to the appearance of another freak, the “MUTANT KING,” who kidnapped your dear friend DUKE NASU to bring him to its kingdom. You need to get him back.LAST THREAD: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2021/5005718/
>>6349055>>[Write-In.]Competitive flexing.
>>6349055>GOLDFISH SCOOPING.
>GOLDFISH SCOOPING."Let's go with goldfish scooping." You decide. You're not altogether unfamiliar with the action of SCOOPING, as is common with you scooping WHEY PROTEIN into your canburger mixes. "Hey, nice. We've been looking to get rid of these nasty little buggers." COCHARM waves you over to a yellow PVC bucket set aside in the corner. You peer in to see some glittering green ooze, surface occasionally bubbling and parting to reveal a sliver of orange flesh."They're.. in this?" You glance back to COCHARM."Eyup. We eat whatever guests don't scoop up by the night--ooze gets 'em bigger. If you're worried about mutating that big ass hand of yours, just wrap it in some cling film or something." He nods to the bucket. "That said, this game ain't free to play. You said you'd be putting something to barter. You put something up and we'll match it in pay out if you scoop a goldfish. Plus the goldfish, to eat or throw at people or whatever. They're vicious little shits.">What do you put up as your stake?
>>6349786>Barter braThe crown is too precious, and Lub is only a loaner.
>>6349786>BraGirl's mutation is just going up a bra size or two.
You are Motoharu Hisanori, and today, April 3rd, marks the beginning of your high school life.
"Better how?" The guy asks."Um... I like the subtle sweetness. The fruity taste really evokes memories of summer, I think. Sorry, I'm not too big of an expert. Well, I told you already, haha..." You scratch your head, looking down apologetically."Zenji-kun, we might have struck a gold vein here," Sumi says, putting a hand to her chin, with a mischievous smirk."It's also important to express your thoughts clearly," Kodachi says, still serious, but with a somewhat more gentle look in her eyes. "You'd be a good member, I think. Want me to give you an application form?""Um... I'd like to know more about you guys before I decide," you say. "What... do you even really do? Just drink tea?""We also eat Japanese sweets that we purchase with part of our club budget," the guy replies."Don't listen to him, he just really likes sweets," Kodachi says. "The most important thing we do is participate in tea ceremonies. Admiring the calligraphy while drinking tea, contemplating philosophy, preparing tea in special ways... the ceremony is the heart of this club.""Don't listen to her!" Sumi says. "Don't get scared away by this, Motoharu-kun. It's really quite intuitive once you learn the basics." Kodachi rolls her eyes at Sumi's words, but says nothing. "Anyway, we taste various flavours! It's really a huge world of these out there! Ahh, sharing a taste of tea with someone - it's the best feeling!"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6348748>You'll check out another club first. You're not in a hurry. [SWIM]This is a solid choice that fits the protag, but don't cash in too early
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>>6348818>>6348822Locking these in sometime tomorrow.Announcing this in case other anons want to turn the vote in some other direction.Also remember to add the thread to your thread watcher in order to not miss the (far from frequent) updates.
Alright, locking in checking out the swimming club, update's ready when it's ready. I hope to finish it tomorrow or the day after, but we'll see.
Faces unfamiliar to you pass by, speaking in a tongue of gibberish that is only partially comprehensible. Half of them wear tribal attire of losers larping as tribal warriors, but their cosmetic scars and muscles were way too refined to be just costumes. The sky rolls in a color you've never seen before.
>>6347905“Your Highness?” You're snapped out of your bickering by Malcador’s worried tone. “Right, that… Honestly I didn't expect it to be so potent, really.” ‘Or for it to be a beacon at all’ “I'll have to make some adjustments to its specifications it seems.” It's probably fixable anyhow ‘I wouldn't count on it.’ You bemoan to yourself the unending interjections and decide on your next question to Malcador“Is that how you found me?” “Yes lord. I tried following the pulse immediately after it was fired, but I could only reach so far before being abruptly cut off. Your psychic defenses are formidable, If I hadn’t managed an Invitation from one of your commanders I would’ve never had reached you like I did.” So now the custodes need a psychic countermeasure, I still need to know how and what he did to get that. “And how did you manage to get one in such a short time?” “It was blackmail, lord. After having heard the soldiers complain about being “held back” and “wasting their potential” I surmised that you must have ordered them to not attack the villagers and civilian population, for which I am extremely grateful, and stipulated my help be conditional on our meeting. They obviously denied the first 2 times, but after the Empire’s assault on your forces they begrudgingly agreed to tell me where your base was.” ‘That never should’ve happened.’ Will you shut up for once! You glare at your ghost behind malcador.“Hmm… you’re quite the resourceful man, Malcador.” “Your words honor me, my Lord.” “But you must also have concerns, questions of your own as well right? Tell me.” Malcador stiffens at your question, looking around him as if to make sure you’re alone. Your ghost, still alert and judgemental, is no longer there.Once he’s sure he turns to you with a worried expression “Your Lordship, I don’t want to alarm you, but there may be a parasite or parasites feeding on your soul!” It starts slow, a little giggling that builds up into laughter which morph into full on cackling.Malcador looks on incredulously, together with the look of utter disappointment from your ghost beside him, as your sides are banished into the warp for what malcador just told you. You laugh like never before for several more minutes before your humor finally dies down. “Whew, I had no Idea I was needing that, thank you Malcador” “You’re… welcome, your majesty?” “But settle your concerns. No, I don’t believe I’m being parasitized, despite how he behaves himself with me.” “You have absolutely no right to judge me after this.” Malcador gets startled by the ghost physically manifesting beside him, the first time he does so to anyone other than yourself or anywhere outside your study.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
I really need to figure out the text formatting for this board.
>>6347913>>Challenge him (roll d100)It's time to D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-DUEL
Rolled 43 (1d100)>>6347942
>>6348038>>6347942guess it's you and me, hoss. writting!
Justice is above all. "Mighty Iudex, please have mercy on me soul. The little ones were starving, I-i-they were going to dispose of the whole crate!" Dogadu: Human, male, beggar, middle aged, no criminal record, index finger missing, disfigured, thirty four years old. unwashed clothes, six children (beggars), fungal infection on bare feet, dead wife."This fine specimen of human dreg was caught stealing from my fine dining establishment. His very unkempt existence had tarnished my reputation by miring my property with his filthy presence! The food crate contained undesirable cuts of Zetif darkwings. Perfectly edible for elves but they are known to poison lesser races like humans, their blood can not handle the acidic nature of this delicacy. Iudex, make an example of this vagrant. I wish not for his kin to loiter around my property." Vaeth Lofr: Ash Elf, Two hundred and seven years old, female, hosted a feast for Imperata Muvinus once, killed a pregnant woman (Tiefling) in self defense seventy years ago, no criminal record, Ashen cuisine, one of the seventy two survivors of the Stellavigi elven massacre, Burn marks on left arm.Evidence: Conclusive, several eyewitnesses, well detailed reports from the guards.Iudex Cards: None. Cast ye judgement upon the guilty Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6334804>>Xerkikanua: Issue a wild, unorthodox, ironic, punishment
>>6334804>Raomdae: Issue a more detailed sentence depending on the severity of the crimeWould have suited this case, as would Xerkikanua.
>>6334804>Folmulus: Recreate some but not all events within the court to see if it is feasible in the first place
>>6334804>>Cinvictus: Two questions to be asked to either parties.
For hundreds of cycles, the galaxy has been in turmoil, the fall of an empire once thought eternal dooming trillions to a thousand different dooms. Threats once thought banished forever to the infinite darkness between the stars rising up to savage defenseless worlds or subjugate their populations into slavery under inhuman masters. Petty warlords carving out swathes of territory before setting it ablaze in brutal wars of conquest. The peace and stability of the Empire long forgotten, burned to ashes in a million different conflicts on the surface of a million different worlds.Not you however. Through luck, chance or perhaps the intervention of forgotten gods, your people have survived the long darkness of the collapse and have emerged. Your glorious histories may have been forgotten in the millenia since the fall but the ink is ready to record your future deeds. Whether through luck, guile or martial excellence, your people will prosper and with luck, seize the mantle cast aside in the fall.>You are...>The Grand Regent of the Imperial Remnants. Your ancestors fought their way free of the chaos of the fall, you cannot allow the horror they endured to be for nothing.>The Warlord of the Confederated Territories. Your people were left to die, alone and forgotten. You refused to die then, you refuse now. Death before servitude.>The Eternal Empress of the Jade Shogunate. Your birthright is imperial nobility, the honor of your ancestors demands you reclaim your just due.>The Admiral of the Black Fleet. (ALL DATA REDACTED) YOU HUNGER... YOU THIRST...>Custom (feel free to get creative, Ill make it work)
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>>6334436>Approve more aggressive piracy on the nearby trade lanes (random +P or +C each turn (Free action but *possible consequences*)
>>6334879ill concede the creation of the mining colony and add my vote for salvaging runs i dont think getting caught this early before we can defend ourselves will help us long term
>>6335071im >>6334541 btw
QM?
Howdy bros, I'm back. I wanted to continue RimQuest, but the combination of an artist shafting me, Rimworld 1.6 breaking all of my saves, life events, and depression have fucked that into the dirt. So instead here's something new.These are the dark years of the occupation. Gordon Freeman is still just a story passed between cells, squads, strangers, and couples. In this moment in time there's only you, a lone human working to resist the Combine occupation however you see fit and remain able. There will be an Uprising someday, this you're sure of, but the path there lies on the other side of lakes of blood and considerable effort on the part of unsung warriors like you.It had felt like days since you last saw the sun back outside the outskirts of City 11. The awful stench of the sewers and cisterns which meandered under the streets of what used to be Berlin forced you to find something to plug your nose with almost immediately upon beginning your infiltration. Deep regret at leaving the accommodations, spartan as they were, of the Resistance base north of the city had massaged your mind, but failed to slow your occasionally-soggy step through the barely-lit darkness.All this had a purpose, you reminded yourself. In the newspeak of the Combine you are an Anticitizen, a Malignant, the malformed cell that starts the cancer, the one that sets the spark which will light the torch of humanity's liberation. Or, in more plain terms, the crazy fucker that volunteers to go back into the Cities in order to bring contraband in, people out, and start up new resistance cells along the way. If there were some omniscient statistician in the sky, he could have given you odds of survival that would have seen you sit your ass back down in Finow when they called for somebody to replace Parks's sector after his presumed loss, but all the same, it needed to get done. The whole goddamned species was at stake, with a biological time limit that edged closer to expiration every year and a planet slowly being strangled of its life. If this generation didn't stop them, there would be no other. Never in human history had there been as existential and desperate a struggle as the one you now trudged through obscure German shit-tunnels to wage.It had only been half a day since you entered the sewer system when you reached your target. A junction in the tunnels marked by a chalk marker and a lone, white coffee mug. The route into this part of the city was prepared beforehand by a two-man reconnaissance team, people with equipment and experience too valuable for you to know or to be risked with the next, most dangerous part of City infiltration. You were briefed that they left you a red bag full of necessaries to help you along on your mission from here, hidden in a storeroom near the marker.
Update when?
The TGA caused some major damage. Rest for a bit bud, the Dorito Pope cant hurt anymore.
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It is in the nature of half life fans to hope! No matter hoe bleak things become!
>>6347102Fucking kek "development on the next /qst/ update is rumored to begin later this year"
The world has another side, one with secret societies and hidden powers vying for control. But it is not merely humans, nay. For millennia, creatures which a modern man considers fables have been battling in the shadows, both within their own, and others.Only the Magical Girls can slay the demons of humanity's suffering, and clean up the supernatural messes along the way!Following next, a magical girl begins her first training session.- - - - -On the last Episode, our Heroine, Magical girl SugarRush, has gotten her first introduction to magical girl society. Witnessing the dark land of the Shadow Market where she met an eccentric ‘apprentice’ E, and a non-combatant Sister of the Magical Girls, the troubled Angel. Now, she has arrived on the beach to train with her Magical Girl teammate, Jacky.- - - - -You shake off your troubles, compartmentalization always works, thought it feels like the more you lock away, the quicker you reach your limit. But this is important, you’re here to train with Jacky. She doesn’t seem like the sort to make it too harsh anyway.So you nod at the short girl. Much like you, clad in bikini and flip-flops, though carrying a small purse.“Lead the way.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Update tomorrow, then another on Saturday (assuming one or two votes are in by then).I apologize for the delay
>>6345202waiting warmly
Work has flooded my timeline. Update half written out. I will not promise a day, as the only way out at this point is to deliver, and do so consistently.
>>6346616alright OP. best of luck with work
bump
In a dark place, a made-man struggles against his bonds. Before him, several tools glimmer and sway gently along the wall, the strange bald druggist who knocked him out playing with them. The room is barely illuminated from the streetlights, passing cars, and electric billboards of Level 4. True darkness and silence is not common here.“...It's always women, prostitutes. Transient kids. People who won't be missed. That's no fun. I think doing it to men is much more fun; but not because you're a boy. More because it's not somebody you'd expect. It could be anybody.””You want money? I got money. Pacelli connections.”“You will be next great creation. Worth far more then any amount of dirty criminal money.”“Who da fuck... wait, you're from Level 2?”The man doesn't say anything, instead the stranger brandishes a razor, testing its sharpness against a finger, turning to the mobster. He looks over his captive, eyes looking for the juciest piece to cut first. The mafioso tries to pull out from the rope, the chair squeaking. He sweats. Bribes will certainly not work.“You'd be smart to let me go, psycho. I'm a dangerous man, and I know dangerous people!”He grins at the mafioso with a golden tooth. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6349614Actually, yeah, this is a good idea. I will support this. +1
>>6349615Well I was hoping to delete this since it got useless very fast but I got the "you must wait longer to delete" aka you won't be able to do it whatsoever. Just disregard.
>>6349620No worries, I'm sure Bananas can track. one thing you can do is click both posts and the QM post ad formally vote a vote change to make sure it doesn't get missed. It's a thing I've seen people do.
>>6349614+1
>>6349614+1I like the write in
You are Marnie, a girl living in the Ark known as the Digital World. For all your life, you've endured a dreary existence in City 87-O, haplessly railing against a skin-deep system that denies you all but the most meaningless human experiences. You've spent years beholding the shining tower in the center of the city, and watched its guardian Digimon circle it endlessly, protecting the portal that leads out of this sunless landscape. Throughout your youth, you never thought you'd actually be able to make your dream a reality. But things have begun to change over the past few months.A chance meeting with a Digimon has plunged you into a hidden world of wonders, filled with wild Digimon, enigmatic Code Crackers, mysterious server partitions that reveal the City's inner workings to you, and underground organizations seeking to bring change to this world. Amidst this danger is the authenticity you've so dearly craved, and you've never been happier. Right now, you're in the middle of a mission to take down your Digimon Nemesis. You and your partner, Phascomon, have broken into the lair of DarkTyrannomon, who has taken over an entire Job District. You've made it past his lieutenants and minions and are mere steps away from facing down your foe one last time and putting an end to his danger. Once that's done, you plan to climb The Tower, defeat its guardian, and finally claim your freedom. The real world awaits.== Thread 1:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6216903/Thread 2:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6254189Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6349417kek, adorable!
>>6349328+1We need completely new to break their algo predict
Rolled 1 (1d2)>>6349313>>6349331>>6349328>>6349451Rolling and writing!>>6349417Holy shit, cute!! Really put a smile on my face when I opened the thread kek
>>6349417Nice detail on the untied shoelace
>>6349707>Refuse to help.>Agree to help Vault defeat the great beast in the ruins under the town if he joins you to find the Order of the Silent Wyrm in Grimswharf.>Go straight to Grimswharf. Vengeance is more important than anything else.>(Write in)
>>6349707>Agree to help Vault defeat the great beast in the ruins under the town if he joins you to find the Order of the Silent Wyrm in Grimswharf.
>>6349707>Agree to helpI guess, maybe consult with older brother bird before signing up to be a super hero
>>6349710>Agree to help Vault defeat the great beast in the ruins under the town if he joins you to find the Order of the Silent Wyrm in Grimswharf.I have come around on Vault! He seems like he would be a big help, and if we didn't help those children just to let them be eaten by some undercity monster. Let's ask him what he knows about the ruins and how he fought the monster last time as we descend. Hopefully there will be roots deep enough for Mandy to fight with us.
>>6349736+1>>6349707
Choose race:> Velociraptors> Loli Vampires> Reincarnating DruidsChoose Location:> Continent Wide Jungle> Lovecraftian Megacity> Menhirs Of Trial And Error
Rolled 36, 54, 16 = 106 (3d100)>>6333564>>6333592Spend 1 blood for a +20 to the middle roll.
Rolled 74, 57, 19 = 150 (3d100)>>6333564I am really more leaning for the cripple. Do to wanting more freedom to build up. Yet that would just make it one vote for each thing. I am also unsure of the lore and how they think. So it will matter less if they are out for end no matter what.> Rip And TearBetter to not risk the blood until we have back supply I think. With the rolls is it gonna be who ever rolls first or we all just gonna roll after picking something?
OP ?
>>6336854Sad. Civilization quests don't usually last long, but this didn't seem like a civ, really, and had more creative spark.
>>6331783It's velociraptor, so obviously velociraptor
