Welcome back.Rules are simple: Votes are tallied every hour, with whatever course of action being the most popular being the course of action taken. Write ins are encouraged and non-mutually exclusive votes will be combined if possible.When a roll is called for, roll however many D100 are specified. 5- is a 'crit fail' and generally means something bad is about to happen. 95+ is a 'crit success' and generally means something good just happened. a 'crit success' trumps a crit fail. User input on both will be taken into consideration.Once per thread, if three or more people invoke it, a single roll may be re-rolled.Inventory, pokemon stats and other links: https://docs.google.com/document/d/15i2N08IpWqitoTJujsUMishe4PLbao1lqT-bCAmvPcE/editDiscord: https://discord.gg/XUfxReXDrZFor a short summary for the new and to recap:You are Alex. A newly minted trainer and camping enthusiast just starting out on your journey at the age of seventeen after your father lost his job in order to help pay the bills. On the road, you met Fie, the Fire Gym Leader, Gareth a novice Aura Guardian on pilgrimage and Holly, a runaway heiress using a pseudonym. You've also made enemies of Team Green a group of violent, radical activists looking to abolish pokemon training.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6420868>>If it means I can get this bandage off sooner, then sure.
>>6420904>>6421005>>6421084"Hey, if it means I can get this bandage off sooner, then sure." You reply.You take the dressing off, revealing the raw, half-healed burn beneath, before Shika gives it a once over, nods and scoots back to give her Audino access."Heal Beam, Reiki." She says. "Like we've been practicing."Reiki chirps, frowns, then cups her hands and conjures a shimmering beam of soft, white light that washes over your arm and makes your skin crawl and itch like an absolute motherfucker as the burned skin on your arm heals before your eyes, not even leaving a scar behind."Huh, pretty good." Martha admits."Mm... Are you willing to try?" Shika asks her, indicating her arm. "You can keep the cast on, just with a burn I could actually judge how she was doing at a glance." She explains.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6421451"The pokemon center in Redmont is still closer." You note."I think we're both sick of back tracking." Martha says wryly. "Besides, that helped, it's just a matter of to what degree." She adds, then sobers. "Still, they know about Latias and Latios, then?" She asks."Yeah." You reply. "I don't think they'll go spreading it around, though." You add, digging out your phone in an ultimately fruitless attempt to check the weather. The dust storm's interfering with the signal, it seems."I checked on the way here, this'll only last an hour or so." Martha says, seeing what you're trying to do. "Long enough we're not making any worthwhile progress afterward, but short enough we can still do stuff this afternoon.""Mm."That still leaves you a couple of hours stuck in your tent and despite Martha's assurances, she still looks rather pale.>Help Martha over to Latias's side and keep an eye on her just in case.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6421452Training time with Fluffy?We have Cosmic Power/Body press to learn at Eevee form (as well as broken bullshit Let's go move) before evolving, might progress on that?
>>6421452>Spend time with Fluffy.
Two thousand years ago, a prince of the Old World called Sversk the Conqueror set sail with an army of his loyal followers into what any would still consider today to be certain death. Yet, where all others in history near and far perished, Sversk’s band triumphed over the implacable Maelstrom, and settled in the New World, forming a new society apart from the old, founding an empire that would last over one thousand years, which only drew its last breath when Sversk’s tale, the story of the ancestors of the Nauk, faded from living memory, to history, to legend. Now, a new army of ambition, also seeking a new future, returns across the same sea to whence their ancestors came, be they Nauk, Vitelian, Sosalian, or even of a race born solely of the New World. The Aurora Legion, as it is called, do not seek new lands, but to gather money, men, materiel, to gain strength without peer so that they can gain victory for their ultimate cause: to topple the Old Order that controls their world, and free its people that they may bring forth the Future that is Utopia. They are not yet more than five thousand, yet they were once not even one hundred six years past, and though many have been wounded or perished, their sacrifice will not be in vain. Each step taken is one towards the final battle, one that many of them may not see the result of, but they fight nevertheless. Most hope to see that battle. Many see service with the Legion as an honor and a privilege above any other cause that may be fought for as warriors. Some simply have no other place to go.The conflict they venture to now is a war of a greater power against a smaller, the continental Caelussian Federation against the much smaller but still defiant Kingdom of Petrekora. Some might assume a tale of aiding the underdog- but Petrekora is reactionary, and the Federation far more akin to a state of the future than one run by a king with aristocracy. What is more, the Federation is paying handsomely, and in these times where expansion is limited by lack of coin, the Aurora Legion will not pass up any chance to feast upon silver, for the sake of readying for the Dawn of the New Era… -----
>>6422517>Begin the assault as soon as possible, under cover of darkness. (More difficult scouting rolls, lower vision, but lower enemy detection and Zone of Control. Refugees will be en masse.)I want to catch that destroyer's crew in their sleep. It's the best chance to take it before they scuttle it.
>>6422519Does seizing the ships in harbour as prizes count as battlefield loot?
>>6422519Can any Motorized unit still deploy in Infiltration 1/2 instead of 'Motorized Only' or are we restricted to that one deployment area?>>6422528>>6422541Now this is the proper attitude a true mercenary!
>>6421775>Begin the assault as soon as possible, under cover of darkness. (More difficult scouting rolls, lower vision, but lower enemy detection and Zone of Control. Refugees will be en masse.)Night time is the right time.
>>6422267What's done is done. I wish you'd announced your intent to become a tanker earlier, then we could've maybe scrapped together enough cash when more people were present to get you proper gear. But a tank is a tank, and if you advance with the less experienced infantry you can help block some damage for them at the very least. We'll just have to avoid pushing you directly into AA guns without support or any of those infantry support guns the naval infantry supposedly has.>>6422528>>6422541>>6422588If we are capable of deploying in Zone 1 with vehicles, those with +4 movement on roads can hit the harbor defenses on turn 2 if we advance down the road and manage to succeed Infilitration rolls, possibly even taking out the AA position that same turn. We'd then need to split into a minimum of two groups (Team Lime and Team Cyan) to secure the Destroyer and the Frigate before they either scuttle them or attempt to set sail. Anyone not fast enough to keep up with the vanguard, or those who lack the die pool and bonuses to make infiltration rolls, can team up to attack any bypassed infantry or loot any free Point of Interest for the big money, then pivot north to attack/loot the outer island (Team Gold) or engage the first Costal Fort (Team Indigo) while the vanguard secures the port facilities and ships.
The year is 5 AB (After Bloom), and you live in what is now called Biltmore City, a community of survivors settled in the ruins of the historic Biltmore Estate in Western North Carolina.The year was 2009, and the time was 3:31:54 AM EST on Friday, April 10th when The Bloom occurred. In the span of 12 minutes and 49 seconds, the entire Earth experienced a super-rapid forestation of all terrestrial surfaces.Trees erupted from the ground and into full maturity, regardless of any manmade materials present - asphalt roads were obliterated, buildings were toppled, and underground structures were perforated with roots. All human infrastructure was rendered essentially inoperable and unsalvageable due to the density and ubiquity of the trees. Some areas burst instead into fields of exotic flowers, and buildings or vehicles therein were merely engulfed by vines, instead. In many other places freshwater springs surfaced inexplicably, generating ponds, creeks, or even rivers.The biodiversity of this perpetual forest defies common logic. Banyans, alders, acacias, eucalyptus, olives, and towering sequoias can all be found inside of the same ten acres, regardless of geographic location, sometimes twice or three times their 'natural' size. Animal life appeared in much the same manner, out from behind trees or from warrens revealed by new roots, equally diverse and at home in all locales. Lions now prowl the slopes of what were the Rocky mountains and pythons hang from the branches of magnolia trees in the now forested Siberian steppe.The most devastating element of The Bloom, however, was what it did to the human population.>Cont'd
You turn, and look up the hill behind you, where the trees are just a tad more densely growing, though still with many tents. There is a path running up the middle, mostly, snaking around a couple of trees where it must. It's a simple dirt trail that's been beaten from the forest floor by countless hiking boots. It leads all the way up to the large statue of Diana towards the top of the slope, past more tents, lean-to's, shacks, and yurts. When you reach her, you can't help but stand still for a moment, following her gaze out towards the mansion, then looking back at her face. The marble moves with the grace and ease of any living body, and silently, the goddess of the hunt blows you a kiss. You grin, and reach up to 'catch' it, and stuff it into your jacket pocket where your pistol is hidden away. When you blink, the figure is static again, positioned as it ought to be. You head to the left, where the footpath has forked, and off towards a circle of large pines on the other side of an older, crumbling, narrow walkway of paved asphalt that's been reduced to lumpy rubble by so many sprawling roots. You go ahead and turn off your MP3 player and unplug the earbuds, removing them, winding them up, and tucking them in a pant pocket.Down the hill a bit, you smell the skunky odor of marijuana, and see the haze wafting around through green pine needles. Rounding a particularly robust Himalayan fir tree, you arrive at Ron's residence. The A-frame shelter is nine feet wide at the base, and about fifteen feet tall, an isosceles triangle that feels almost church-like in the small clearing. It's made of old wooden pallets, salvaged lumber, a mish-mash of different roofing shingles, corrugated steel, and surrounded by a square wraparound 'patio' of stones and quik-crete. There's one door that barely fits on the front of the structure, and just next to that, a rocking chair that gently sways, with Ron himself seated upon it, smoking weed from a glass 'bowl' pipe that's shaped and colored to look like a small hot dog. He blows out a thick cloud of smoke and let's an easy smile spread over his face upon noticing you. He's older, maybe in his 60's, not that you ever asked, with a bushy grey beard and a mane of grey-white hair that rounds his bald scalp, falling close to his shoulders. His outfit is a combination of cargo pants reinforced with thick leather pouches on, a flannel button down that's been de-sleeved into a vest, a white T-shirt from a music venue in Asheville called the Orange Peel, and a tie-dye bandana tied around his neck. The 'look' is pulled together by his bare, dusty feet, and the pair of circular sunglasses he has on - they're the holographic kind with T. Rexes on the lens that move as his head turns, the kind you used to have when you were a kid. Every time the chair rocks, the little dinosaurs' mouths open and close, great big fangs bared with reptilian menace. >Cont'd
"Do my decrepit eyes deceive me, or am I receiving a visitation from a ghost of construction past?" He says with a wry look. His voice is soft, with just a tinge of a Southeastern drawl over what you'd otherwise characterize as a kind of Californian accent and cadence. He casts his head downwards a bit so his eyes can peek out over the holographic lenses. "Been a hot minute, kid, but I'm glad to see ya. Here, hold this, have some even, and I'll grab you a seat. Want a water?" He says, and then rocks forward again to get out of the chair and stand up. He's holding out the hotdog pipe and without thinking, you take it from him. He steps around and opens his front door, casting a quick look over his shoulder. Select One: >Put down your cigarette for a moment to hit the bowl >Just hold the hotdog, you're sticking to tobacco And Select One More: >Yeah, I could use a water, thanks.>Got anything stiffer to drink? I thought it'd be nice to catch up for a bit. >I'm not thirsty, but thank you. >Write-in
>>6422604>Put down your cigarette for a moment to hit the bowlEasiest choice I've ever made>Yeah, I could use a water, thanks.This too. Stay hydrated, people
>>6422601>This song always makes you kind of melancholy. But being melancholy is strangely soothing these days. It comes naturally. Your heart is tired, and it rests in sadness the way a sword returns to a worn leather sheath: snugly, bespoke... Inevitably, you might even say.Oof. I know that feel, Roy...>>6422604>>6422620 +1
>>6422604>Just hold the hotdog, you're sticking to tobacco>Yeah, I could use a water, thanks.
Last time, after an enormous victory against organized crime, you had nothing else to do but to celebrate. The party is going great so far: you cooked people’s favorites, everyone played a long variety of games, and you had heart-to-hearts with your loved ones over the railing outside your apartment. The stars and this cool piece of steel will be the only witnesses to these heartfelt moments. You’re back in the apartment, your favorite pretend-to-be girlfriend asked you to join the karaoke. You want to sing, but it’s ill advised — you’re terrible at it. Nonetheless, this isn’t the only activity you can partake in. Matilda, Celia, and Aurora are cooking something for you. And there’s this elephant in the room you haven’t quite addressed yet. Someone who isn’t part of the team…Matilda, Celia, Aurora, Odetta, and Liu had their moment. Meaning you might want to spend time with Vera, Lydie, Crossbill, and Sasha (?) who are by the karaoke too. Well, Liu is there too, she’ll get an extra moment, she’s greedy like that.“My dear boyfriend! The love of my life! Join us! It’s time to sing…!” Lydie holds the microphone towards your direction. Sasha has her tambourine ready. Vera is trying to remember something important about letting you sing. And Crossbill is curious about your abilities. Oh, and Liu is there. You already said that, but it bears repeating. “Well, I…” You close the door right behind you. Good-bye scenic set piece. You did your job well.The microphone calls you… What do you do?>“Sure, just beware, I’m a bad singer.” Diplomatically take away the blame from yourself before you kill them all.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6407080…You begin embracing the night and thinking ahead for the future…You gotta keep your promises to Matilda and Aurora…You gotta meet with the Sewer guy. Vlad, was it? He asked you to return, but do you wanna go into that place again? It was stinky…Speaking of stinky people, you have that assassin guy’s phone number, should you call him?You need to help Lydie with whatever she’s planning! You’re her pretend boyfriend for a good reason, right? Right…?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6407082Thanks for running!
>>6407082Thanks
>>6407082Thanks for running
>>6407082thanks for walking
Your dreams are interrupted by a sharp alarm clock noise. Turning over, you start tapping your hands on the nightstand beside you. As the noise continues, the more you feel yourself waking up from your slumber. The more you feel yourself being taken away from the nice dream you were having. A cute girl was just about to confess her love to you. Finally, you feel it. "There it is..." A whisper escapes your lips as you finally feel your phone. Grabbing it, you press on the side button. Finally, the peace and quiet was back.You try your hardest to go back to your dream, but this time you get another alarm clock. "Sousuke!" Your mother's familiar voice substitutes the chime of your alarm. "Sousuke wake up!" Opening your eyes, you look towards your window to see it was still dark inside. "You're going to be late again if you don't wake up soon!"Taking a deep breath, you let out a sigh as you jump out of bed. As you get out of bed, you stretch and wipes your eyes. As you approach the bathroom to wash your face you start yawning. You wash your face the freshen up. You gargle a bit of water and after wards you do your usual routine of practicing your smile for a couple minutes in front of the mirror. Your dyed hair, your ear piercings, and look in your eyes that makes you look permanently angry. "Just like that..." Those were the things you were hoping to counteract by practicing the perfect friendly smile. Getting out of the bathroom, you go downstairs. "Good mornin' sunshine." Your mother greets you with a smile. You didn't really know how your mom could be so energetic so early in the morning. Looking over at the clock you see it read 5:00 AM. You still had a couple of hours before you had to leave for school. "So, how many are we doing today?" Rolling up your sleeve, you join your mom in the kitchen."The usual" She smiles at you as you stand in front of the kitchen counter. On one side of the kitchen counter was a bunch of chocolate pieces. On the other was a bunch of boxes. You start packing up the differently shaped chocolate into boxes. "Hey, what are you doing after school today?" Even as you look up to your mother, you don't lose a beat boxing up the chocolates. After all you've done this for years now. "Do you think you can help out with the shop later today?"[ ] Write-in
>>6400382>"I am glad." Respond in a monotone voice. "I'm really glad that a cute and trendy girl like Nishida-senpai is helping me out."
>>6400382> "I am glad." Respond in a monotone voice. "I'm really glad that a cute and trendy girl like Nishida-senpai is helping me out."
>>6400382>"I am glad." Respond in an enthusiastic voice. "I'm really glad that a cute and trendy girl like Nishida-senpai is helping me out."
>>6400382>breathe a sigh of relief.
>>6402263>>6400382Woops I meant [ ] "I am glad." Respond in a monotone voice. "I'm really glad that a cute and trendy girl like Nishida-senpai is helping me out."
Dreamworld
You are Tristain d’Rusalka, newly appointed regent of the Sorcerer Kingdom of Morfis. After having emerged victorious in a tournament consisting of the strongest warriors of the known world, you had earned the right to marry Princess Yulia Xan Phanes, ruler of Morfis. At least, that was what you thought. But upon finally meeting the mysterious princess, she’d revealed that one final task remained before you would be allowed to wed. You must defeat the Four Royal Sages, who’d usurped much of her power and who seek to open the dreaded gates of Tartarus.Having been granted the authority to make decisions regarding Morfis’ future, you currently rule from the Royal Palace, alongside your cousin and Prime Minister, Bronte. However, the so-far short reign of the “Sorcerer Regent” has been plagued with turmoil. Immediately upon assuming power, you were forced to contend with one emergency after another.>Tristain d’Rusalka>Level 46 King (EXP: 20/100)HP: 88/88 (120%)Strength: 47 (65%)Magic: 35 (40%)Speed: 37 (30%)Defense: 40 (60%)Resistance: 36 (40%)Luck: 38 (55%)>Skills: Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6422290>B): Hold your arms for now and speak with the Sage of Light.Maybe this will buy time for our loyal cult, who are clearly, clearly, pretending to be cowed and have rejoined Mark's fold but still have loyalty to Tristain, to actually do something useful for a change....because at this rate I would have rather gone down the "get captured and recruit Kosmas" route rather than the cult leader path. At least that would have been slightly more interesting compared to the whole lot of *crickets* we've been getting from the since.>>6422313Even if she's buffed by Indech she can just suicide against Adeline+Counter. I'm more worried about super Clay.But did they bother to clone Homer? Because if they did Tristain should call dibs.
>I'm more worried about super Clay.Arios oneshotted him then, and I believe he is still fully capable of doing it now. >But did they bother to clone Homer?I would make some sence. He just fell into their hands easily, still very decent fighter (just not at all in the same category as the rest of this monsters of a competitors) and probably was the first trial run - if material ended up botched, no harm done - he is least valuable of them anyway.But honestly, I would like for us to stop for a moment and rethink what do we really actually know about Homer. And this is as good of a moment as any. Why do we actually believe he is a scoundrel with "altered" Holy Lance? Well, his lance reacted to Tristain. He tried to "white knight" Tristain entourage. And Thomas told us.1) It is still a real Holy Lance. As was sean in the competition. Maybe it just reacts to Tristain because of shitton of weird Agarthan sorcery in his blood. We never tried to attack Rex, Winona or Bennett with Holy Lance in Blair-Quest, as far as I can remember.2) This is actually weird behaiviour for a real scoundrel. It would make way more sence if he honestly believed that Tristain is bad and went way over his head.3) Are we really trusting Thomas of all people? The guy who would totally screw us over. And even tried to poison us.
>>6422288>B): Hold your arms for now and speak with the Sage of Light.I wonder how I would line these fights upLychus vs NiconKosmas vs Leonara, anti-mage vs mageAdeline vs Saorise, wary fighter and high def should be great hereButch vs Butch, Butch should have an edgeArios vs Crowley, Arios has the damage necessary Nadia, Chelsey, Big T vs Big T, Arios, HomerAlvin challenges the warlord to a game of shogi!
>>6422586I always thought the spear was reacting to Big T because at that point Fortuna was still penetrating him. Honestly it's too bad that they didn't manage to nab Klement's DNA because that would have been a fun fight.
>>6422290>B): Hold your arms for now and speak with the Sage of Light.Haha he seems happy to see Tristain, that unbeatable rizz.
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 and post your loadout! Thank you for playing.Previous Thread: >>6362888Archive:Thread 1: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2026/6362888/
>>6422640Eh, I think softening up HEAVY ACE is fine as is. We can deal with the POINT DEFENSES later: dealing with the ace is far more important.
>>6422640They don't seem to do anything though. And they barely transfer damage to ship's hull.I'll just two turn the heavy ace. I do ~5 now and next turn I can do a full circle of movement for +12 damage, so he's cooked anyway.
>>6422484>MOVE THETA (8)>ALPHA STRIKE LARGE PLAGUE MASS"Right, we finish off this last Plague knobhead, and then we can start fighting that gunship. Right. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy."Gashadokuro says it with less sarcasm and more like a way to reassure himself, as he unleashed another full-weapons barrage at the Plague form.
Rolled 1, 1 = 2 (2d4)>>6422488>>GSHP-ENGINE SHIELD [32 HP | DC 5 | [HEAVY][0.1X DMG BONUS]] [INCREASES LASER COOLDOWN WHEN DESTROYED]
Rolled 2 + 6 (1d5 + 6)>>6422488>GSHP-ENGINE SHIELD [32 HP | DC 5 | [HEAVY][0.1X DMG BONUS]] [INCREASES LASER COOLDOWN WHEN DESTROYED]Dealing 8 damage to the shield, and 9 damage to light units caught in the AoE."What, the armor is destroyed already? Good! Means I get to hit whatever's below, and hopefully get rid of those point defense units with it! Let's see if I got used to zero-G battles....">>6422509"Fami, I feel like you've been acting more and more erratic... As your friend, I ought to ask: Do you need any kind of biomedical maintenance that you haven't kept up with? Just asking.">>6422577"Are you running out of oxygen in there?">>6422619"Do NOT let them know. Shuteye might actually just straight up leave us there."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
For too long, humanity has trembled in fear of the dark.Monsters from the depths below have, for as long as humankind could remember, ruled the caverns and ran rampant through the shadows of night. Beasts of claw and fang tore and devoured, ruthless daemons, monsters beyond flesh, bore the power to render even our fortress cities little more than rubble, and perhaps worst of all, the Abysskin, some weak and sly, others so mighty that they can deny even the sun to their surface lands, used mysterious sorcery to overwhelm the forces of man. For generations untold, we were powerless to resist, only the holy light of the Sun and Moon granting respite from that unbeatable terror. There was no compromise, no mercy, and no potential for negotiation. Because of their magicks and impossible might, outside the daylight there was only blood.Until, that is, humankind themselves gained that arcane might. The Hierophants, long suffering in their seemingly futile attempt to even the playing field, finally created magic that humans could use. Glyphs, taken from the language of the Abyss but sanctified for human use by the glory of the Lights Above, allowed us to fight back, first only enough to defend ourselves on those moonless, cloudy nights, then enough to press the attack, to eradicate the beasts and daemons and drive the Abysskin back into the caverns below. We could construct mines, steal the bounties of steel and crystals blessed by the grand mana swirling at the core of the world, and pursue industry. From the freed farmlands, enough food could be grown to eradicate famine, advance the common good, and allow people to finally pursue the arts and entertainment. Sunfire streetlamps lined every city and town, repelling monsters with their radiance, and great barriers were woven into the bulwarks of the fortress-cities, stopping even the mightiest beast dead in its tracks. The Hierophants are a mysterious, shadowy lot, few in number and utterly opaque, so much of the fighting has been left to Magecorps, some at the service of their nations, and others rag-tag guilds of mercenaries. You and your compatriots belong to one such group, a guild, subsidized only mildly by the Republic from which you hail, determined to find wealth, glory, and honor in the caverns below. Officially, you’re a “Subsidiary Tower” of the Hierophant's Grand Order, but the people, high and low, call you something else. To the world, you are Spelldivers.
>>6413378"huh. lost my cool there. ahem.""What I had meant to say was...">>6413699>>6413335"Don't get all saucy on me girl!" Jorogumo scoffs and wags her finger, glaring down with the full might of her matronly disapproval. "I suffer not your insolent boasting, your untried fortitude, such ill-manners and imprudence, when you have yet to contend with the likes of me. The bite of my tongue is like a whip's crack; I can draw blood from the finest hide or the hardest stone and I'll chew your ears right off. Why, I'd strike the Sun out of the sky if she insulted me!"Joro looms closer, looking directly into Ophelia's eyes, through Ophelia, deeper within. "I know your kind. What's wrong with you is wrong all the way through you. No part is altogether beyond my reach; I listen to the roaring of the eaten star that hangs within you and it is not alien, none of it more than is my own heart alien in me. What appears to you weak in the second heaven is endlessly strong in its own proper sphere. Mark this: to vex and to inhabit is not the same thing as to direct. I declare this on my honor and absolute power!""But... I'll put a postponement on this reckoning yet." The mad marchioness composes herself with a soft, hissing exhale. "It is indeed very good that you, little Opilio, have returned this title to me, the sole and rightful owner, thank you very much. Indeed, I have weaved into webs the dear strands of many a fate, and others' with mine own. 'Tis good that even my most contentious comrades heap upon me compliment after compliment: 'talented,' 'highest of heights.' Fuhuhu..." >>6413053"Thank you dearest Chincilla for the wonderful dessert last night," Joro says warmly. "The gift has pleased me and mine tongue. I'd reward you in return, but we are already friends, aren't we? Ha ha!"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6413878He's just big boned.
>>6413878"See? Even she recognizes the wisdom of my words. We would surely have received word if these 'Old Ones' were any tangible threat." With the power of vindication on his side, Parsley doesn't even notice the part where she called him fat. Or maybe he did and he took it as a compliment. Either way, he's back to his insufferably smug self.>>6413951Hey now don't give away his secret
How’s the weather looking? Thunder today?
New thread for those who didn't see >>6414557
"You brothers – such a nest of rivalries. I warned him to make you sisters, that it would make things more civilised. He thought I was joking. I wasn’t."You were dead. No ifs and buts about it. Yet… Here you were. Alive.Your mind slowly stirred up, synapses sparking as your limbs slowly moved. Your skin registered the coarse linen and the only fabric on your skin, brifers. You rubbed your temples as you scanned your surrounding. The medicae gasped, one of them dropped their metal tray as they all watched you sat up on your bed. “Throne… I’ve never seen anything like it!” “It’s a miracle!”“Sorcery!” Whispers soon grew into praises and doubts. Everything went ignored as you tried to remember…Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Announcement! I will be reporting to my unit and will be doing in-processing. I'll be out for a week.
>>6413836Good luck
So looks like things are going to get busier in my life since my mos's op tempo is really high. I apologize about the early end of the quest, thank you all for participating.
>quest ends because the QM is called by the fucking army
Stay safe shortshotconfig
"You look up at the sky, witnessing the cosmic vastness. Motes of light spread over the distant infinite." "You can hear wind, far away. A cliff halves your view above." "A coldness grips your legs, even with the heat from the burning car you had crawled out of." "Each breath becomes more difficult to take and the pooling blood beneath you creates an uncomfortable wetness." "You are going to die." Shaman "Flesh upon the altar, death a few breaths away." Insect "Another sorry fuck to befall us." Nymph "Cheer up, bozo. I think it could make a fine replacement." Insect "No, fear will sharpen it. Look at it, crawling towards choice." "A thing comes closer to view, the blurry mass defining into a horrid shape." "It's addressing you." Insect "Can you hear me? This is more than an insult wrapped in a handshake!" Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You watched the ramen cup turn slowly inside the microwave. Its electric hum in symphony with that of the other machines in your trailer.You had learned to appreciate those sounds.The microwave dinged and you took the cup out, placing it on a counter.Steam rose up while you tore open the seasoning packet.Nymph "I think you are supposed to mix it before the microwave."Taking a fork, you stirred the powder into the broth before carrying it over to the booth table. The Nymph sat opposite to you, her feet on the seat and her back pressed against the trailers wall.She had stolen one of your leather jackets again. Ranger "I don't think so, the microwave would ruin the flavor."Nymph "Hey, I'm all about flavors, but you got to cook it."Ranger "There is no such thing as raw seasoning."Nymph “There absolutely is.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Nymph "Hey.”Ranger “What?”Nymph “Do you think we could request a transfer to Germany? I want to eat a Gnome."You looked over your shoulder and stared at her for a few seconds.Ranger "I'm not sure there are gnomes in Germany.”Nymph “That’s quitter talk. I want to eat a gnome.”Ranger “And even if there were, I doubt they would reassigned us for that reason.”Ranger “We are going east tomorrow, Abandoned coal mine. Make sure nothings moved in since last check."Nymph "Boooooring."Ranger “Last time someone checked was twelve years ago.”Nymph “Do you want to know what I hope to find?”Ranger “I can guess.”Nymph “A gnome.”She laughed at her own joke, you tried not to smile to avoid giving her the satisfaction.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6414591Cute Nymph is cute... but I'm still miffed about the mirror girl. :(
>>6414643That is fair.I do think its something that needed to happen, like when you put a bigger fish with a smaller one at an aquarium.But you are right, I should add a path to not forgive her.
>>6414792I'm not saying that your epilogue is and or that I think the ranger should be bitter forever. I just feel bad for mirror girl and for me OOC, it's still raw.
In this quest, we take the reins of Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans, in his quest to reunite the Saiyan race and oppose the rule of the perfidious Frieza and his Cold Empire. After four years of hiatus, I return.== Archive==https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=KingQM== Recap of our situation ==Vegeta and his crew have learned of a station used by the Saiyan resistance, a group formed soon after the destruction of planet Vegeta, over twenty years ago. While the station is derelict, it hosts intel and devices that could prove useful to the aims of the Prince. The Capsule Corp. Saiyan Spacebase Mark II crewed with Vegeta, Nappa, Turles, Raditz, the newly rescued Saiyans Kalabash and Calava, and the ship’s pilot and engineer, the human Bulma Brief, departed for Sadala Station and found it overrun by space pirates led by the mighty captain Zodd.Following tense negotiations, Vegeta and Zodd began a one-on-one duel to settle who would keep authority over the station. The battle continues…
>>6422411>>6422306>>6422302In keeping with the dragon ball theme, what if the Z fighters hold a new world martial arts tournament, and take high rankers as potential recruits?
No update today boys. I'll try to deliver tomorrow.
>>6422587Ngl that would be sick. Especially if we could bring back Planet Vegeta (next to Earth) and host a tournament every year or so.
>>6422622Oh... We could wish for a planet o:
>>6422626That's my thought! Wish it nearby Earth and we can still work closely with everyone. Keep it all in the solar system.
In the closing decades of the thirteenth century, a new power had arisen and proved to be able to assert itself in northeastern Argalis. Greifswald would presumably end the century very differently than it began. From a semi-backwater to a kingdom more than able to stand up to and defeat both greater and lesser powers. This rise was enabled in large part due to the family, which had been able to grow their fortunes from the beginning of the century.Were one to ask an informed nobleman at the start of the thirteenth century about the house of Adlershorst, he would, if he weren't a Tauten, look at you with confusion, and, even if he were a Tauten, there was no guarantee that he would be aware of this obscure family, whose fate it would be to dwell in their swamp fief as the years dragged by.Halfway through the century, such sentiment would still be common, though the closer one got to the then-incomplete Greifswald, the more one would hear of them. A count turned warlord turned duke, with the aid of his great-uncle, a crusader who became a bishop. They changed the course of history, for with them the north of Greifswald was torn away from the monastic orderstate, and turned into a monarchy.It would take another twenty years or so before the rest of Greifswald came under Good King Dietrich's sceptre, and he was crowned as king.Another twenty years later, and the young kingdom doesn't seem so young any more. After Dietrich came Albrecht, known to the Greifswalder history books as the crusader king. (even if he wasn't actually a king at the time.)Good King Albrecht likewise had overseen an even greater expansion. Wresting control over three great islands, thereby tilting the balance of power in favour of a kingdom which hadn't existed at the beginning of the century.It is King Albrecht, perhaps more so than King Dietrich, who built the foundations for what was to come. All across the continent, the crowned heads turned their gaze towards the future, which seemed bright and full of promise.Dissenting opinion, coming from those who attempted to piece together that which may yet come to pass, warned of ill omens lurking just beyond the horizon. These were easily dismissed, for none could give an accurate timetable for when these supposed calamities would occur.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Right, so I am going to have to focus more on university work for the time being so I must put the quest aside for the time being, my apologies for the inconvenience and I hope to return soon.
>>6411335We will be waiting
>>6411335Take care, QM.
>>6411335Its all good, See you soon AdleQM.
>>6411335Get good grades QM! We will always be here waiting
"Don't wait for me, just get Kimble and start working on him as soon as you can." You say, mashing your hand into your horn as someone lurches to a stop ahead of you."You sure, rook? We cou-""It's more important than me, sir. We have a lot of shit to do and not a lot of time to do it." You pause for a moment and add on. "No man is an island, I trust you guys to handle it.""Not leaving me a lot of room to say no here.""Learnt from the best. If anyone can break him down, it's you.""I'm gonna have his Ivan-ass singing like a bird for us. I'll make sure he knows what's waiting for him in gen pop if he gets put away.""Good. I'll come find you once I wrap up the debriefing.""Sounds good, if I'm busy in the interrogation feel free to take up a seat."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6422534>"We should keep her, if Quebec isn't as forthcoming as we need then we could still get some use out of her."
>>6422559Like what >>6422561 said, she will be protected street wise and also won't be coerced for sex. I would also like her to get out of this prostitution thing, but unless we can offer her a chunk of money and a place to stay (or even a bus ticket to wherever she wants to go), she has no other opportunityRoxanne and the other girl already told us how it goes, they don't get a single dollar in their hands, everything they need and want is provided by the pimp and no one else, making them dependants to them. We can just take her in and see if she cooperates, but she will be unprotected, and if we wanna help her get out, just taking her to the station won't be enough to do so. So, if you actually, ACTUALLY wanna help her out of this (if she even wants or can do), I would be willing to vote and go through with this. It would be a good arc to just straight up prostitutes get out of the streets, even if it's another plate in Mark's table
>>6422579Idk if Gotham has comparable programs, but Homeward Bound and the Traveler's Fund are run through shelters and non-profits in most U.S. cities, using federal grants or donated cash to purchase Greyhound tickets for people that are below the poverty line and stranded. If she has family elsewhere, there's probably a Wayne Foundation equivalent that would get her there. I am mostly worried about Q or one of his associates wanting to punish her for opening the door or 'failing' to get you to leave, possibly killing her. If she has Triad muscle behind her, that seems more viable than convincing her to skip town or enter something like witness protection.
>>6422579I'm not opposed to helping her out after she's processed down at the station. Leaving her high and dry after this bust would be kinda cruel after all, especially if she's at risk of retaliation from Quebec's associates.If she needs a place to crash for a few days and some bus fare, I'd say providing that is more than doable, if not fitting for Mark's character. He's a good Catholic after all, ain't he?
>>6422548I'm on board with this, as long as we ask her first, and offer her help getting off the streets if that's what she'd rather... but Quebec is going down.>>6422534
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. To them, your only value comes from how profitable your research is.You're a researcher for the Abnormality Regulation Coalition (also known as ARC), but it's really not what you're good at. You were a random accountant before they dragged you into an underground facility that's hundreds of feet underground. Their standards must be low if they kidnapped someone like you.On the bright side, you've been making good progress with all of the anomalies you've been researching. Maybe that's why they hired you? You have a knack with anomalies and their ARTIFACTS. You were told anomalies were born from human ideas and concepts, so maybe this is just you trying to help anything resembling a human? Who knows.All you know is that it's what you're good at, and that alone is enough to keep you going. One day at a time. No matter what gets thrown your way, you'll find a way to handle it.As for what happened recently?NOWHERE'S SOMMELIER's condition is starting to rapidly deteriorate. It seems to be the inevitable fate of anomalies once you get to truly understand them. You're trying your best to stabilize her condition.Your cat, EL FELINO, exploded. In its place, you were left with an anomaly named LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE, who has set out to do everything in its power to make your life miserable. Against your better judgement, you've agreed to work with a woman who's been stalking you for the last few days. You still don't get Venti's deal or why she's obsessed with you of all people. At least she works hard.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 69 + 12 (1d100 + 12)>>6422422
Rolled 8 + 12 (1d100 + 12)>>6422422
INFINITE ENERGY: CRIT SUCCESS! (YOU GOT A NAT 100 ONLY A WEEK AGO WHAT THE HELL)DOOR STUCK: 2 SUCCESSJesus, you guys know how to impress. I guess a wageslave like you would know a thing or two on how to maximize profitability. Good for you. I'm going to do a follow up vote this update to see what in the HELL you got by getting that roll.See you there. Writing.>>6422435https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JYuyWrkwpokThe stars are beautiful.
>>6422441We've yet to anchor the blood poppy flower thing right over HARD TIMES' blood fuel slot. Oh baby we're in for MONEY
>>6422441You are too good to us QM, thank you.
