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>"Your unceasing blood lust has cost our tribe everything, Fight Gnome!"
>"If you don't stop trying to kill everyone we come across, I will be forced to banish you, to the great wastes beyond!"

That was the last thing Chief Gnome said to you, before you tried to FIGHT him.

And now you find yourself stuck in the middle of some enormous dust plain, mulling over what to do next.

>Kick rocks
>Cry
>Check out the weird circular rock you're sitting on
>Contemplate why your tribe couldn't accept you for who you are
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>>6447693
2 attack
Stomp the knee and then STONE COLD STUNNER
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Rolled 48, 40, 95 = 183 (3d100)

>>6447727
>>6447807
Rolling, if total is odd, buttmunch, if even, Stone Cold Stunner
Munch DC = 50 for partial success, 60 for full
Stunner DC = 60 for partial success, 70 for full
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>>6447695
pause a moment in existential doubt... has the bloodlust gone too far?? Was this not the warning of the Elders, that has gone unheeded? >>6445740
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[red]test[/red]
got stuck behind rangeblock
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>>6449647
and had a power outage so my ip changed, no more coloured text

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The pink petals fall from their tree onto the soft grass below. The Earth continues to empty its reserves as the dying days of summer slip away.

You shiver for a moment as the wind blows past, sending an uncomfortable chill through your body.

"It's been getting colder lately..." you say to yourself.

It feels like so much time has passed, but it truly wasn't that long ago that you received that letter in the mail.

TATAKE COLLEGE!

The headline was printed in bold.

That's right. Since moving to this more urban part of Japan, you've had to transfer from your old school. You've heard this one has quite the reputation. It's renowned for hosting martial arts tournaments and boasts a massive sports budget.

You let out a sigh. "It's so different compared to back in the countryside..." you mutter.

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>>6446524
>I swear to avenge you, no matter what it takes
we shenmue now
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>>6446524
>I swear to avenge you, no matter what it takes
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>>6446524
>I promise I'll become the next champion for you..
Like no one ever was
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>I swear to avenge you, no matter what it takes
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>>6446524
>I swear to avenge you, no matter what it takes

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Welcome to Vanguard Quest, a simple cooperative mech skirmish quest. New players are welcome any point - if you want to join, please review the latest assembly options below and post your loadout! Thank you for playing!

Vanguard Assembly Options: https://rentry.org/VanguardQuest

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>>6396777
Archive:
Thread 1: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2026/6362888/
Thread 2: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2026/6396777/
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>>6462371
Please roll 1d6:
1. BACK/HEAVY ARC FLAIL
2. BACK/HEAVY IRRADIATOR
3. SHIELD/PARRY
4. SHIELD/AREA
5. ARM/RAILGUN
6. CORE/FENCER
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Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>6462208
>Move M-4, Scout.

"Unlikely that I can contribute against high armor targets unless I get lucky. Changing priority."

>>6462344
"Evac failed, glass it."

>>6462897
"Circling around towards U-5"
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>>6462203
>Overcharge - +1 MOV +3 Evade, Parry - +4 Hit +2 Evasion
>3d2+7, +4 Evasion

>Triple Move to C-2

Down to 3/7 shield
Shield double regens this turn, brining me to 5/7
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>>6463147
forgot trip
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Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>6462976
Rolling. All options look good; can't miss.

>>6462387
"Their souls will make a worthy sacrament. Their blood will nourish the void. But, you... you seem distracted. This is neither the time nor the place for such lapses."

>>6462728
"Past the wall, most certainly. The phenomenon on the asteroid was, to hazard conjecture, a consequence of concentration more so than raw mass. Observe the small rhizomes joining. Note the connection reaching out from the newly forming cluster to the two mature clusters. The halt in spread is likely but a momentary reprieve. Whatever end the Foundation is pursuing in causing this behavior is decidedly not to our advantage and thus cannot be allowed to come to pass."

”VOULL NE XATA VOK, MARA LOHK”

The walls are melting. The windows are melting. The others had gone ahead, you didn’t need them watching over your shoulder. But now the iron slag sealant spreads between your fingers even without the help of the iontorch. Even alone the persistent sense of being watched remained. Glancing over your shoulder the hallway held no unwanted observer. Empty. The Zariman was becoming less and less real, smearing and spilling free in the void, your mind felt the same. Leaking from your eyes, ears, nose and mouth. Breathing in the stygian waters without that sweet hint of madness.

Illumination bands flicker overhead as humid stale recycled air fills your lungs. Most of the level was secure. Cirlyn’s crash course in engineering kept the life support systems running, other sections weren’t so lucky. A boy that fled from his habitation block claims to have seen entire segments vent into the void as shielding failed. One by one your class moved from bulkheads to access hatches, securing routes to your classroom. Despite that They keep getting through, insane hunting packs move throughout the ship. Sol knows how many were dead.

You arrive to find the battered classroom dark, in the corners bundles of bedding and cushions are home to the curled bodies of the sleeping. A pair keep watch, armed with long pipes and other makeshift weapons, they nod at your arrival, but voices from further down the hall draw you attention. Those holding it together better than the rest were having a meeting, you found yourself among them. So many were whimpering wrecks afraid to step out of the classroom.
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>>6447171
>No sounds, no thought, a place you loved.
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>>6447171
>A roar from the void, the pitch perfect resonation, you take it up, soaking it in. A white hot burning state of indifference filling your chest, seeping forth malicious wrath.
All in on Sol.
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>>6447171
>A whisper, or is it a whimper? A dull senseless murmur? A lullaby that's already ended. Outside and detached yet present. Some borderline state, a door, window, eyes or a mouth.
I'll admit I am curious about the mystery option and what it means to be closer to the Murmur and Indifference.
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>>6447171
>A whisper, or is it a whimper? A dull senseless murmur? A lullaby that's already ended. Outside and detached yet present. Some borderline state, a door, window, eyes or a mouth.
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>>6447171

>No sound, no thoughts, an image without sight, echoes felt from the vast nothingness, a beacon elsewhere, a place you loved. The simple dormizone that was your home.

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Welcome, /qst/ers, to the thread where we make /qst/ history... and get our board into the widely-acclaimed 4cc!

>What is it?
The 4cc is a website-spanning series of competitions in which teams representing different boards are entered into computer-driven Soccer (or Football) tournaments using the game Pro Evolution Soccer! You've probably seen it happen on other boards and maybe even saw a few matches! If not, here's a few clips to peruse:
https://isthisliv.com/booru/posts/query=video
>Why do we need a thread for this, you buffoon?
Good question! See, the 4cc is all about representing and celebrating boards--many teams have custom models for their players and some have even contributed designs for arenas and other assets! The process is a bit of a pain in the neck, so in the short term I wanted to make a place where people could suggest /qst/'s players and what position they might play.

Don't know anything about Soccer Positions? Check out an explanation HERE: https://www.orlandocitysc.com/news/soccer-101-positions-within-positions

Secondly, I wanted to gauge actual interest in our board joining the 4cc in the first place. If we managed to brainstorm a full team by September, we might even be able to play in the September Friendlies! Once we're in, well, the sky's the limit! Also it'd be fun to watch, so.
>Neato! How do I help?
There's quite a few ways, actually! If you're into modeling stuff there's a tutorial page on making custom player models here: https://implyingrigged.info/wiki/Blender_tutorials#PES16/17 It's a bit much so I don't blame you if you don't want to take a swing at it.

What you CAN do, though, yes, YOU, is answer the following questions!

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>>6460394
>>6460401
Personally I don't mind the colorful version--helps it pop a little more and keeps us distinct from the /tg/ one... but I'm open to discussion as I'm sure Observer is
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G'day /qst/. As someone who's been keeping an eye on your formation you've all shown a great effort and interest so far. However I would just like to remind you that you actually have to sign up. You don't have to wait until the last few hours like certain teams do to sign up and try to be buzzer beaters.
But you do you, /qst/
>>6460367
>>6460369
The version with the banner looks better, eliminates some of the white/empty negative space.
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>>6461065
Hey hey, we've got a match scheduled with /u/ on the 18th if I got it all correct... but if I'm missing something I'd love to see where to do that signing-up if you can point me in the right direction!
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>>6461067
You have a friendly scheduled, and I'm aware of that match. I was more talking about signing up for the babby proper. There's a link to where you need to that on the wiki. Just go to the Autumn/Winter rules and signups on the main page and I'm sure you'll figure it out from there.
I had assumed you had been told about this. Regardless, you've all been doing great thus far. Keep up the good work and good luck in your friendly.
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>>6460369
Thinking about it, whilst banner is better; perhaps it should be flush against the top of the shield rather then creating a gap?

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Your car glides over faded asphalt like a leaf carried by gentle water. Every turn, every seemingly random detour keeps you on near empty streets. Your eyes drift over the ugly... Graffiti, cars on blocks, bags of decaying garbage lining walls, the occasional corner boy, or homes made of cardboard and scraps that hide just beyond the mouths of alleys. But you also see the beautiful. Beneath some of those same graffitied walls are chalk sketches of happy families and flowers, you smile at the sun with sunglasses smiling down on yellow dandelions that spring from cracked concrete. The sun leaks through the thick clouds overhead in hazy spears that graze the tops of buildings. Despite all the grime, this place is still beautiful, it's still home.

A couple walks down the street, hand in hand, and it draws your thoughts to your own relationship. To Allison, to your future, your hopes. Your relationship is growing fast, and the danger surrounding you has made you feel pressured to be honest about your feelings, to not waste your chance. Your hands slide along rough leather as you let your body do the driving while your mind focuses on other... nicer things. At least it tries. The longer you think about building a life with Allison, in a city like this, with the both of you working jobs where danger lurks around every other corner. What kind of future could that be?

You feel your foot easing off the gas as you pull up to a curb. Still lost in your own thoughts, you get rattled by the deep melodious chime of church bells. The world comes back into sharp focus as you gaze at the massive rose windows of the Gotham Cathedral. This is the first time you've stopped since you got behind the wheel, you trust it's for a reason. Shifting into park you lean back;

"Let's see if you have anything to tell me..." You mumble to nobody in particular.

The scene is still and tranquil until you see on the side of the church, toiling in the chill, a man digs a new grave in the cemetery. Not exactly the omen you were hoping for... Then your attention is drawn once more, not by movement however, by sound. Children laughing on the opposite side of the building, swinging on the public equipment, a pair of parents watching over them smiling from a bench. Your eyes shift between the two scenes, unsure of which message exactly you're supposed to be getting here until you stop between them on the white slatted message board posted in front of the church doors. The bold black lettering clear.

'MATTHEW 6:34'

You rifle through your memories of long Sundays and arrive at the verse.

"Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." You repeat the words to yourself and close your eyes with a grin. "Fair enough."
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>>6462359
I forgot my related pic
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>>6462359
+1
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QM, please pass my thanks to Kimble for his recommendation of The Wire.

My wife and I are now watching it. It’s been a week and we’re already ten episodes deep.
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>>6462309
>"Understood, sir. I'll make sure the report is flawless and ready before the sun comes up."
If they have difficulties, they'll ask us. Zsasz knows he done fucked up, though.
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>>6462309
>"Understood, sir. I'll make sure the report is flawless and ready before the sun comes up."
Dangit... Should have done what we did with the gin and tonic with one of the remaining beers and that one that was in the gutter.

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Spyware Service Provider is a game where you start as an ordinary computer user and become the most famous hacker in the world

It's time for you to brush your teeth. Maybe there's time to check your computer for messages first.

E-mail
No new messages

Instant messaging
Not a single notification

Teamspeak
No one else on the server

What do they all do?
News

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Rolled 35 (1d100)

So, you're able to increase your profits by 150% by making an abridged report where you leave out divorced fbook guy's ex wife's current location and known racist status, and then offering more information for money. Divorced fbook guy sends you the $20, and quickly agrees and sends $30 more. He remarks that his wife being a racist is not new information to him, and he thanks you for the location. You know that lesbian cop might be upset, but you just made $50.

On EmilyChurch's phone on teamspeak, you can hear some of the other restaurantgoers.

He deserved to die at marriage
She deserved to die for liking l word
If anything happens, lesbian cop will narc
Lesbian cop will narc no matter what

You're reminded that lesbian cop would say that there is a statistical non-zero chance that bad things happened when exes got together, and therefore, exes should religiously never, ever get together or see each other ever again.

Roll 1d100
>(0-10) Murder at the strip club

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>>6448557
Did you just roll for this or do you want us to roll?
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>>6448572
You may roll
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Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>6448608
Thanks Wux
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>>6448612
'Tis not me

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Hundreds of carriages line the soon-to-be battlefield, with men-at-arms pouring forth from them as the kingdom's first line of offense.

"Brace yourselves, everyone! The dead approach!" the older officer calls out.

It doesn't take long for all hell to break loose. Before even the first hundred men storm the once-bountiful field, they are met by twice their number.

"Christ's blood... they're underneath us," the man in front of you mutters to himself.

The look on the man's face is devoid of expression, save for one of rising terror.

In contrast to the innermost banqueting fields of your realm, these lands are poisoned by filth and pestilence, brought about by the rise of the undead. Of all the kingdoms on this continent, none have found a permanent solution. Though they may be cut down, for every hundred you kill, countless more seem to rise in their place.

It would seem the man is right, however strange it may be. They're somehow learning new tactics as well, their martial prowess increasing considerably.

High above, countless crows soar as they circle the battlefield, while vultures waste no time descending upon the promise of a fresh meal.

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>>6443452
>Her body is sent from Heaven! Claim your gift
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>>6443452
>>Her body is sent from Heaven! Claim your gift
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>>6443452
>>Her body is sent from Heaven! Claim your gift
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>>6443452
>Her body is sent from Heaven! Claim your gift
Bold but stupid you say…
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>>6443219
lmao

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In this thread, we will vote for the king/queen of /QST/. The path to the throne is paved with trials of strength, charm, intellect, and psychology. Choose wisely, Judges. The fate of our champion rests in your hands.
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>>6447482
reptard is cancelled
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>>6447617
Nobody cares of your discord drama
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>>6447617
I don't think he would participate anyway.
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>>6447620
it's not from discord it's fact
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it's based and lesothopilled

First came the plague. It spread before any measures could be taken to stop it from infecting every part of the globe, killing nearly everyone it touched. Within weeks, tens of millions were dead. The streets: empty, forlorn. Those few who survived were in shock that, in the blink of an eye, advanced technological civilization could be destroyed so quickly, so completely. Then the dead started to come back to life.

The first reports were dismissed as the results of severe trauma. It was simply too horrible, too fantastical to be believed. But the dead could not be ignored. Reanimated corpses, filled with lust to devour the flesh of the living, roamed the streets and killed and their mangled victims rose to join the horde. Depleted by the plague and overwhelmed by the number of the ghastly dead, government collapsed. Civilization still exists, but only in a few fortified outposts fighting to keep humanity alive.

One of these outposts, beacon shining across the wild gardens and dark fens of the former US of A, is Atlantic City. Miraculously, you are a survivor, isolated and alone and, if you want to stand a chance of staying alive, you need to make it to that beacon. But to reach Atlantic City, you must first SURVIVE the rotten metropolitan corpse in which you huddle. To make it out, you must survive CAMDEN.

[bold]*DUH DUH DUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*[/bold]

Welcome to SURVIVING CAMDEN
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>>6443089
First, as it must be, comes fashion. The clothing selection at the Cherry Hill Walmart is extensive, unfortunately, it got total trashed and some jackass arsonist wantabe got to it before you so there is less selection tat would otherwise be sggestioned. The following items are still salvageable, take your pick:

6 Jordache Jeans that do not fit you
2 pair of cargo pants that do fit you
1 pair of cut off jeans that hug your ass
5 pairs of materity pants that stretch nice but Frankie wouldn’t want nobody to find out you know
6 puffie jackets
4 plaid stle thick-woven workers shirts covered in gasoline
6 packs of tighty-whiteys
2 three-each packs of men’s boxers
18 bundles of socks
20 bundles of those ladys socks that only cover the lower part of your foot
3 silkk socks
1 pair of Air Jordans in your size

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>>6443090
Wear 1 pair of cargo pants, store the other
1 puffie jacket
2 three-each packs of men’s boxers, open one up and wear one
18 bundles of socks, wear one of them
1 silkk socks
Wear the 1 lone work boot in your size
2 Mr. Rodgers style cardigans, wear one of them
1 pairs of flip-flops with flower fish designs

Throw out the
• Wifebeater (mustard stain)
• Stretch pants (mustard stain)
• Socks w/ holes (3 pairs)
• Underwear (stained) (1 pair)
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Sorry folks, I can't actually do this. Thought I was up to some real low-effort bullshit, but even that is too much. Hope some of the stupid shit I did manage to write made ya laff
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>>6443987
Yeah I'm laffin' great quest. here's some cereals.
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>>6443987
It's fine man, you can come back later, threads last months on this board

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WAR!

The Brotherhood of Steel has launched a dastardly surprise attack on the NVD, nearly killing you and Veronica Santangelo in a failed assassination attempt with a horrific new weapon of mass destruction.

The Directorate is in the midst of internal shakeup as Boone and his team of special forces have been eliminated and the presence of the Followers of the Apocalypse are in flux. But these domestic issues pale in comparison to the attempts by Lost Hills in exerting their power over the nascent nation.

Will the New Vegas Directorate weather this storm and come out stronger for it, or will this grand wasteland experiment fail and be lost to the sands of time? And what will the NCR do now that the Brotherhood and Directorate in a fight to the death? Will the mighty Caesar intervene on his heirs-apparent behalf? Only time will tell.
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>>6463052
I’ll make a comment on the last part about Six being a “known face”

In my mind, especially since you guys chose at the start of this quest to be an unknown, you’re actual identity isn’t actually very well known. I mean cameras still aren’t super common, and you rarely make public appearances. You probably get recognized occasionally on the street but I don’t think the average BOS would be able to tell who you are lol

Same goes otherwise. If you worked down the street or Shady sands, no one would know who you are but EVERYONE knows about the courier
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>>6463154
>rarely make public appearances
Rarely ? We have attended several public speeches and spoken there. By this point, I don't think Six is a mysterious guy; that's my impression at least. He is a wasteland state leader now.

Idk, man, I would gather that if they started this war, they would have learned who we are so they could kill us if we ever ended up in their sights. Six interacted with BoS before and after the Lost Hills colonization. That's enough times to see him. Hell, they prep a kill team with the WMD just for us and Veronica.
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>>6463168
Yeah but does his face stand out or his outfit?

Six constantly changes his drip in lore/game. So it'd make sense you don't really know him/ect.
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>>6463180
>>6463168
Yeah he’s a master of disguise without even trying to at some points, and he rarely has a “signature look” outside of his armor he wears

But I see the point. Still, the DT isn’t that high because the BOS would instantly recognize Six
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Anons, keep in mind that if we pick a weapon we'll also be going loud, which will alert the entire airship to what we're doing. We are a one man army but holding out against an entire airship full of angry brotherhood might be too much even for us.

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Menthol and ash charge through the wittled sensory systems of your body and brain. The date is 2121, April 19th. Planet of habitation is MundiTri. Residence is the glass megabloc, 1287. Apartment of warrant is A-C, 433.

Your name is undefined- lost to the lizard brain. If it remains alive- if intangible- it is drowning in the depths of your employers' ever burgeoning digital database. Your credit must have tapped out two or so days ago, and you have but your one job to rein everything in. You are EDS Sentry Officiator , as far as the world is to be concerned.

What actions will you take, Officiator?
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Apartment A-C, 433 stands uniformly alongside its' dozens of other externally identical box-doors. You know these few things sitting on your skin and directly ahead of your scrying eyes are certain:
1. A 32 round shoulder-holstered pistol grinds heavily between your jacket and shirt.
2. T. Tanaka, Liuetenant (211) is your 'patrol' partner. He stands at an attentive posture, wearing your same uniform, however with a greater pride and dignity in what its' shallow navy represents. He is here on 'evaluation', after an extended bout of 'unproductivity' in your work output.
3. The felon beyond the door, one Oscar M, is guilty of numerous misconducts. Usage of digital networking programmes whilst failing to either register or appropriately update personal information. Deliberate furthering of inflammatory, harmful, or disinformative ideas. Stochastic . Publishing of liably threatening claims and/or statements. Disturbance to public peace. Accusation of unauthorized firearm ownership and usage. Predictive modelling of antisocial and criminal behavior by your employers' Automated Intelligence frameworks suggest risks of stochastic terrorism, domestic terrorism, et cetera...You are to gain access to his residence, and provide appropriate punishment. As of current circumstance 5 - 15 years incarceration is appropriate.
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>>6441395
>Take position beside door so as not to get ventilated by felon
>Knock and declare warrant
>If they don't comply, move to breach

Write-ins are cool and all, QM, but it doesn't hurt to offer some possible choices when starting out just to help players understand what they're capable of doing
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>>6441434
>It doesn't hurt to offer some possible choices when starting out just to help players understand what they're capable of doing.
Thanks, noted.
>Take position beside the door so as to not get ventilated by the felon.
As you press your body flush against the uneven orange-skinned bloc wall, the world seems to arise into a sharp focus in your dull mind. You notice Tanaka does the same, his pistol- the standard carry Elevé HK, with its structure like a staircase, building down to the flat- rectangular barrel. You notice the faint wailing of a domestic dispute that echoes across from the other end of the squared floor. You notice the excretion of some vile nox through the dark gap between the neighbors door and the apartment floor. The realization comes- with any moment, any second, any misstep, this debased and shameless place can snuff the little pathetic life left flickering in you. Tanaka speaks hushed, as if the door is a powder keg awaiting its' explosion:
"Compat Sentry? You must access the apartment, as you are undertaking evaluation I cannot do this for you."
>Knock and declare warrant.
You strike the door firmly, rattling it in its' hinges. The afformentioned noise of the bloc prattles on, A-C 433 greets you with silence. You try again after 5 seconds, a silent greeting once more is received. You raise your aching voice out of your dessicated throat, recalling those a few trite lines of the euphemastic speeches you recited in training:
"Tenant of...A-C 433! This is the EDS attempting to gain entry into your residence! You may allow entrance yourself, or we may gain entry ourselves!" Still whatever resides within remains defiantly detached from the bloc. Even the other tenants do not change their tunes, nothing you do bothers them, yet.
>If they don't comply, move to breach.
There are several ways to access the interiors of the apartment, listed-
A. Square yourself at the door, thrust it down with your shoe's hard rubber heel. The build is flimsy, as well as cheap to replace (for the EDS at least).
B. Use an EDS numeration card to rid the door of its' locking mechanism. You don't have yours, due to the chemical immolation of your brain, Lieutenant does have his however.
C. Unholster your HK, fire into the apartment through the door. As an escalation of physical force from the punishment of initial arrest, you need something to justify why this was necessary. As of the moment you do not have justification, but that doesn't mean you won't be able to acquire it within the apartment following the breach.
D. Lieutenant seems more qualified or competent than you, perhaps he has another method of entry? This is a nebulous hope, you are both only Sentrys after all.
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i did not mean to make that much of it blue text ._.
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>>6441548
>A. Square yourself at the door, thrust it down with your shoe's hard rubber heel. The build is flimsy, as well as cheap to replace (for the EDS at least).
EAT MY WARRANT, MOTHERFUCKER

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Deep under the mountains there are some who say only the darkest of evil lurks below ground. Some say only goblins, beastmen and orcs hide waiting for naive travellers eager to quickly move across the abandoned underground tunnels for quick access to the path that leads from the most advanced industrious prosperous gnome republics to the cities of marble and elven royalty where pure sliver minted Yati coins are plenty.

Yet only those who were told tales passed down by their dwarven elders and their slowly dwindling down grandfathers and mothers numbers of knew of their ancient buried city of Kazmeri. The city described as being leagues ahead of the most technological civilizations and industrial might that makes most tools sourced from the ancient city to be worth a man's life twice over.

You, your brothers and sisters ([bold]Note this is the posters who respond. A group in a rough size of 500 dwarves.[/bold]) sick of burning to death steadily from the heatwaves rising in temperature every 10 or 20 years finally decide to rediscover your homeland, your culture, ancient texts and the secret of what brought down the greatest empire of all time.

All you have to guide you is a single map drawn by a crazy old man clearly waning memory carved deep into a stone tablet... (the map being poorly made is also that bad in the story.)
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>>6441174
Start digging
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>>6441174
I go to sleep
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>>6441174
From the entrance, go right

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Two months ago a new disease was discovered out of sub Saharan Africa and began to spread like wildfire rapidly infecting nearly 15% of the world's population worldwide. This would have been incredibly alarming if the disease had not been very mild, only giving those infected a mild cough and was only dangerous to those who were very old or sickly. The disease would have probably even been fully ignored if it weren't for how widespread it was. A month after its discovery something changed; those infected with the disease worldwide became enraged and violent. The world is crumbling and you must do your best to survive it.


You are Corporal Andrew Foch of the 75th ranger regiment machine gunner, expert on infected and guest of the coast guard aboard the Cutter Richard Snyder. In the last week or so you were separated from the mixed group of special force operators you worked with by a helicopter crash, joined up with a remaining coast guard ship, secured a source of fuel for it and finally formed a team and scavenged several new firearms for yourself and the ship. Now your traveling north along the US eastern seaboard toward Newport Rhode island to join up with a flotilla in the area.

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>>6463065
Axe or hammer...actually axe. Better for breaking through any doors or barricades if we have to. We certainly got enough muscle mass to be menace with it.
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>>6463244
Probably smart but I do want something fun like a sword or mace
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>>6463087
>>6463280
Both me, not double voting
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>>6463280
I was gonna agree but then I realized none of us have anything to breakdown doors or barricades in a pinch. The MC is a machine gunner, so he definitely has the muscles to be a terror with it. To be fair we can do the same with a hammer, but axes are better for chopping through shit if we have to.
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>>6463065
I'm going to go for an axe. A big, sturdy fire axe that's a lot easier to use than a sword which is cool but not the greatest for anti-zombie combat where you want to be splitting skulls. It is the classic for a reason.
We could have found one at the fire station. Come thin of it, the fire station would have had great loot, not just that but firefighting gear would make for great anti-bite suits.

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Your name is Vincent Cruz. You work in a shady government-backed facility in the middle of the New Mexico desert. In a turn of events, you are now a footnote to the Powers That Be. To them, you've actually proven yourself to be useful, thanks to a very lucky break involving one of your anomalies.

After all, you're a researcher for the Abnormality Regulation Coalition (also known as ARC), tasked with containing and studying paranormal entities on their behalf. You've always had a knack with the anomalous, even before you ended up here, ever since that chance encounter with a certain HEART.

You're great at making the worst out of a bad situation, at least. You've got friends, you've got cash, and you've got the attention of ARC. As long as you keep this pace up, you should be just fine!

As for what happened over the last day or so?

You got yourself entangled in a series of mysterious contracts from a masked soldier. You've already completed the first one with little challenge, so hopefully the remaining two will go over smoothly.

You managed to stabilize NOWHERE'S SOMMELIER's condition, without outright 'resolving' her (which might've killed her if it was like IN LIMBO). She's going by Kiera now, and she should be sticking around for a good long while as a new coworker.

You got two brand new anomalies, THE OTHER SIDE and STATIC ANGLERFISH. You've already met STATIC ANGLERFISH before, so you already know a decent amount of his tricks. The other anomaly is going to take a while to figure out, given that even ARC doesn't know what risk level to classify it as.

You had a nice, long talk with Rudolf, which illuminated some interesting details about why you were dragged here. You also learned some fun facts about Harvester anatomy and the politics of both ARC and the SPONSORSHIP COMPANIES.

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>>6458021
Last one.
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>>6458013
>PLEASE have a site or some place to post your art at
Might set up a catbox.moe gallery thing or something similar. Likely going to be for a later time or another anon set up a gallery just for the fanarts for this quest.
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>>6458025
What did he mean with this???
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>>6458025
Did you?
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>>6457998
*Looks at watch*
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>>6458076
>>6458076
>>6458076
NEW THREAD HERE. GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO-


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