Welcome back to Our Brave Boys, a quest that is more about worldbuilding (or loredumping) but also a somewhat light RP setting. You are all young men of 20 years of age and are part of the Nation's Apprenticeship Required for Male Youths, otherwise known as ARMY. The Nation is one of many countries of the Empire, but after decades of suppressing Republican Revolutions, the Nation emerged as the leading faction championing the Monarchy, placing the late Princess of your Nation on the throne as Eternal Empress.The quest essentially runs as a world event where you are all common soldiers who have little control over the progression of the war, but are nonetheless free to write bits of your characters' thoughts and even subtle actions to bring life to your characters.The Nation has a mandatory conscription policy for all young men, who must serve for 5 years after conscription at 20 years of age. Nearly a year and a half has passed since the quest started, although new boys are welcome. You might want to skim through the archive to understand the lore.To get conscripted, please take a look at the instructions in the first thread: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6220569/OOB2: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6258776/OOB3: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6309125/SummaryYou are the junior brothers of Lexion XXI, 41st Artillery Cohort, Battery Green, Section 1.The Empire has been ever watchful over Republican Revolutions in neighboring states. When the Southern Principality erupted into revolution, Legion XXI was commanded to establish a foothold to prepare the rest of the Imperial Army to land for invasion. You and your brothers had successfully assault and captured a small port town just outside the Ancient Capital, holding it for a few weeks. Just then, the rest of the Imperial Army arrived...
>>6362754Crom doesn't want to hurt anybody, and wishes he was back home and not here. The constant firing of the cannon day in day out gives him a headache and when he sleeps he hears the sound in him mind. However he is extremely grateful to be manning the artillery over being part of the infantry charge. So he repeats his tasks the same way he learned while drilling over and over, and tries not to think about who the cannon balls are hitting.
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>>6361380>With the advance ongoing, the rate of fire seems to go up; For the gun is now aiming high without firm direction, and firing regularly to keep what remains of the enemy suppressed whilst our friends advance.>Gorkau keeps on loading, feeding the weapon's hunger with ammunition as it chews through the stock.>Until the moment comes when the weapon's shell-hunger slows again.>Does this mean that our advance has reached their lines, Gorkau wonders?
>>6361380>Walk to the Pile.>Grab the Shell.>Pass the Shell.>Cover his ears.>Walk to the Pile.>Grab the Shell.>Pass the Shell.>Cover his ears.>Walk to the Pile.>Grab the Shell.>Pass the Shell.>Cover his ears.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6361380>"Over the walls if you aren't confident."Caspar volunteers to go spot the position, to confirm if the guns are hitting or not
You are a failure. Your life was an unmitigated disaster. A comedy of errors that would be funny... If it wasn't you. You USED to be a star. You USED to shine brighter than any other. You were a prodigy. You used to be... Someone. Everything you ever wanted and needed was within your grasp and you lost it.Now, though? You're nothing; your purpose has been ripped from you and you can't let it go. Everyday exists for you to daydream about what could have been. A pointless and painful exercise in imagination.However, you've realized something. If you can't achieve your dreams maybe your children can. It wouldn't be you, but at least your child would embody some of your essence. Their story would start from you- you would be an undeniable puzzle in their greatness.And that's almost enough.The question is... What was your passion? What is your regret?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6352536>Massacre
>>6352536>ScandalWe did a Griffith and slept with the Princess, our child is the bastard.
>>6352536>Write-InRape>>6352708Tie-in with this
>>6352536>ScandalSomeone found our teenage twitter account
>>6352536>Health
You are Tristain d’Rusalka, a noble from the United Kingdom of Fodlan born with unique abilities bestowed upon you by the Goddess. You have journeyed across the sea to the desert kingdom of Morfis after receiving an invitation to join a mysterious competition. Though you know little of the trials that lie ahead, the winner of this contest has been promised the hand of Morfis’ Princess, Yulia Xan Phanes, in marriage. Seeking adventures, thrills, and battles that would be worthy of your might, you embarked on this strange voyage with nothing but your trusted axe.After surviving the deadly third round of the competition, you have made it to the top eight of Princess Yulia’s suitors. The final round consists of a tournament, which sees you up against the strongest warriors from four different nations. Whoever comes out on top shall be crowned the next King of Morfis. Do you have what it takes to rule?>Tristain d’Rusalka>Level 42 Wyvern Lord (EXP: 20/100)HP: 78/78 (130%)Strength: 42 (75%)Magic: 32 (50%)Speed: 29 (40%)Defense: 33 (70%)Resistance: 28 (50%)Luck: 29 (65%) Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6366280You focused on the blood on Homer’s spear, which even now was sizzling into vapors. That was highly unusual, and had to be the source of this bizarre turn of events. You think back to where you’d seen such strangeness before, finding your answer.>“The way his blood sizzles on the spearhead, I recognize it. It’s the same thing that happens to the blood of Demonic Beasts when they are pierced by weapons or spells that are effective against them!”“Have you gone mad?” Crowley asks. “Do you see a Demonic Beast in there?”No, you didn’t. All you saw was Butch, frantically backpedalling against an emboldened Homer who now held the advantage. But you knew Butch had made contact with Marek, the leader of the Cult of the Serpent. The same cult that had a hand in the creation and spread of Demonic Beasts within this land. You also knew that Butch had struck some sort of arrangement with Marek, though you doubted the former really knew anything about who his mysterious benefactor was. Could Marek have done something to Butch that was the source of this newfound weakness?“What a comeback!” Melanie announces. “Homer has got Butch right where he wants him! Is he about to close this out?!”The Grand Stage has unified completely behind Homer, who has now slashed Butch across the chest with his spear. A trail of boiling blood shoots into the air, prompting another extremely loud, agonized scream. The purple knight follows it up with a combination of jabs. Weakened, Butch can hardly stop the entire barrage, and suffers piercing blows through his stomach, shoulder and both legs. The bandit foams at the mouth, wracked with pain as he falls to his knees.>“Unbelievable,” You mutter. “This is the worst thing to happen to me all week.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6366698Butch spits his ‘meal’ to the ground, just as Homer’s headless body collapses, a river of blood pouring from the stump. He then rips the Blessed Spear from his chest, producing another deafening roar, before snapping the weapon over his knee into two pieces. In his current state, his Crest was aptly named. Butch appeared as a fearsome devil, ripped straight from the world’s worst horror story. He points at Melanie, hot steaming blood dripping down his face.“S-sorry…I misspoke,” Melanie says. Though her voice is amplified, she speaks in barely a whisper. “Butch has defeated Homer Pryderi…”The crowd is stunned into a horrifying silence. The only noise is Butch. A gravelly rattle escapes from his throat. Listening closely, it almost sounded like a laugh. He then falls onto his back, and does not move.>“Hah! I won!” You laugh, slapping Crowley on the back. The Dagdan is wide-eyed, unable to comprehend what he’d just seen.>+1000 gold! (41,800g)“A win is a win,” Uriyan nods sagely. “I guess.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6366699>>B): Ariossorry clay, it's nothing personal
>>6366699>B): AriosTheres no way Arios loses. Not after all that build up. IMAGINE having had that chat where they decide to settle things in the arena and Arios whiffs and gets blown out by the vampire bishi lord himself.
>>6366699>B): AriosClay has crest gauntlets now, but Arios has a whip sword that can keep him at bay and a combat art that doubles his attack. And he's already fought Clay before so knows the way he moves
[Illusion of a quest AKA ONE SHOT.]The eternal malice of the sun bothers you from a long and weary sleep.You open your eyes for the first time.The world appears boundless and without form.You open your mouth and let out no vagitus to rend the air.The horizon is empty and full of opportunities.You are but a newborn and yet it is not hard to stand.Let's begin.
How can I open things wroten in post like 132457e982 or smthg ls? Im new
>>6351966Open how?
Rolled 2, 3, 2, 2, 1 = 10 (5d3)Weekend work and break is over. Let's continue.>>6351597Okie dokie. Take it easy.>>63519661. Work on your English.2. On either desktop or mobile, click on the number of the post and it will appear in the posting box, or type it out manually like a madman.Rolling between the following three sets of memories for the ENEMY (5 details, 3 lists -> 5d3):>>6351430>>6351450>>6351466
Rolled 2 (1d4)>>6352590Rolling for the gun natures (1 detail, 4 lines):>>6351430 (1)>>6351566 (2)>>6351911 (3)>>6351914 (4)
Ded?
Last time, you made a bunch of phone calls yet again. Another long spiral of voices going in and out this damn device. Its electronic functions, square shape, and unnecessary brightness displease you. The world would be better without them. One day, you will return to older times, when you read letters — and complained anonymously over billboards. But that’s not now or then.The relevant fact is that Matilda is joining your efforts. The Mafia topic is more personal to her than half of the people here. But not all. Celia and Aurora have big stakes in the operation.Right now, your briefing came to a sudden stop. Once again Lydie dropped a cliffhanger worthy line. Your lovely Beth is a former member of the International Assassin Syndicate! Props to the hyperactive rich girl, when she said she was interested in the prisoner, she meant it. And somehow, she got the information from the femme fatale’s mouth!“Huh… I didn’t know that. I should’ve pressed Beth about her past.” Crossbill is fairly impressed.“Beth is a what…?!” Liu’s mind remembers the events of last night, and her poor frizzly head can’t wrap around it.“You’re making stuff up, Lydie. You should give me back my fanclub. Nobody should withstand a liar in a position of authority.” Vera frowns. “Anyone with me? I wanna see some hands raised.”“Get your own fanclub.” Lydie glares back. Isn’t it yours?“H-How do you have the gall to say that to me of all people?!” Vera can’t believe the shamelessness. “Besides, the point still stands.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6353009The happiness bar jumps from nothing to Max in an instant! Pet-Bulk-Nina has life back in her eyes! All her stats jump astronomically. The monster has been purified into a hero. Pet-Bulk-Nina hugs the wicked villain (a little too tightly for her to breathe), then both enjoy this dessert together! Also, Pet-Vortexia gets her happiness maxed, but with no stat increase.“Best friend! Best friend! Best friend!” Pet-Bulk-Nina wants to stay forever with Clutz!“Y-Y-Yes, we’ll be a great team! Absolutely! Ihehe…” Pet-Vortexia will adapt to this new life.“Did you ruin my build to prove a point?” Matilda is flabbergasted.“What do you mean ruined it? All her stats are boosted now!” You’re right about this.“You went over my authority.” Matilda isn’t all that pleased, despite the results. “I seriously wonder how we’re going to deal with our potential children like this.”“Our potential *what*?” You deadpan.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6353010Thanks for running and happy new year!
>>6353010Thanks for running! See you in the new year!>Johnny" You okay with trying for double digits?"
>>6353010>“You went over my authority.” Matilda isn’t all that pleased, despite the results. “I seriously wonder how we’re going to deal with our potential children like this.”Ohohoho, thanks for running and Happy New Year!
>>6350021What is this quest about?
You are GEROME. You have been jailed pending trial on the charge of the RAPEMURDER of multiple infant babies. You are in the LONGHOUSE PENITENTIARY. You want to escape.What do you do?
I'll resume tomorrow, probably.
>>6350483Deliver, this looks fun.
May you choke on 20 feet of penis, OP.
OP is no longer with us. He has been accused of RAPEMURDERING multiple babies and sentenced for life
>>6350109>Masturbate
OH SHIT NIGGA. You are lady Firemane. Of the (formerly) noble house of Fireborn! You were once the greatest wagon racer this side of the kingdom. Sadly due to shenanigans, you lost everything and went into debt with the Adventurer's Guild in order to survive. But then you found the Inexperienced Hero, Ezekiel "Kid" Rutebega ! You took him under your wing to mold him into the hero he's always meant to be: your devoted apprentice (probably)Ezekiel's older brother has started his campaign of destruction, he leads his hordes of undead barbarians to ravage the lands. As members of the guild, your party has went on the quest chain to stop said undead barbarian horde.In pursuit of said barbarian horde, the party is currently going through the SPOOKY FOREST™
>>6366008What Op needs is a fresh new game. And take a vote. Warhammer 40k is getting popular, maybe make a Skelly chooses which faction does he side on.
I don't know man, I *would* like seeing some manner of end to Firemane and Ezekiel's story, at last.
>>6366172Then end it! Figure out how to end it all in the next few final posts!
>>6366178That's a little bit abrupt, isn't it anon? Well, I guess it all depend on the QM, but still.
>>6366179If you ever been in these specific threads before, ending abruptly is a natural occurrence.
Your name is Harold Eadric, and you’ve just signed up for war.You don’t quite know what it is about, but at this point, you will take anything to get out of your village. Years you have been longing to become a man of the world, yet your circumstances have never allowed you to venture much farther than your local village with a name you cannot pronounce. At least you have been able to read stories about the world, and they only made you want to get out of this town more.Sucks then, that your existence up to this point has mostly been concerned with growing wheat. There isn’t much else you can do in this village, really – if you didn’t plough the fields, you’d have a hard time finding anything to eat during winter. So you wasted your childhood away in the drudgery of this eternal routine, just like your father, grandfather and those before him had. All the while, you hoped you’d find a chance to get out. And just as you had recently turned into your eighteenth year, fortune struck."The King is looking for brave men to join the Fight against the treacherous Laumey de Galamad! His men have attacked and slaughtered our people! Answer the King's call and join his armies!"Your family had protested, your mother had cried when you packed your stuff and left the home and fields which had formed the entirety of your existence up until now – it was all in vain. There you were, speaking to the man in his tent; having mentioned your literacy and fitness brought on you by your years in the fields, he now requested… something else? Something else you could do? You already mentioned literacy, didn’t you?
>>6353879>Go straight to the Academy with Evin. She urged you to come with her, as those who arrived early would get to pick their rooms in the dormitory first. You also thought it might be practical to learn something about your future role in the army.
>>6353879>>Stay with your group, which was going to see the sights while having gotten some pocket hush-money from a soldier who wanted to hide the embarrassment of yesterday’s debacle from his wife. It might not be as educative, but you were sure you were going to have a good time with them.
>>6353879>Go see the sights in the city. This was the biggest locality you had been to yet, and you had read that this was one of the grand cities of the realm. If you wanted to maintain a travel log, this would be one of the places you would definitely have to write something aboutI want to know more about the city.
>>6353895>>6354127>>6354180>>6354332Thank you all for voting. Unfortunately, I won't be able to continue writing for the foreseeable future. The curse has struck, and I'm stuck with a respiratory illness that barely lets me breathe, let alone sleep. I started this one-shot intending for it to be over by the end of my winter break (as I don't have the time in my regular schedule to write up entries), but I don't think this will have blown over by then. I'll continue this in another thread someday when I have both time and health on my side.My honest excuses for all of this. I promise to come back and finish it whenever I can - I did not intend to lead you all on with the start of Harold's story without giving it a satisfying conclusion.I'll see you all again at an (unspecified) later date. I hope you enjoyed it all so far.
>>6354682Here's the archival link, if anyone's interested.https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Valcanville
Grand Zen-Oh, the omni king and ruler of the omniverse has declared there will be a massive tournament to be held in his honor. A grand affair between several universes, each battling it out for the very right to exist. And at the forefront of this grand spectacle will be the Saiyans of Universe 7, who Grand Zen-Oh has grown fond of watching battle. Twenty eight years ago, the Saiyan race were annexed into the PTO as just another race, one of many sent to conquer other worlds. Now, the Saiyans are widely regarded as the strongest warrior race in the entire Seventh Universe, defenders of the PTO led by their strongest, the “Dragon of New Salda” General Karn and his family.You the players will (most often) control Karn. A man who has grown from his lowly beginnings as a Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733 to become not only the strongest Saiyan of his time at AGE 759, but also personal friend to the former emperor Lord Freeza, father to well over a dozen powerful and unique children, a mentor and teacher to his fellow Saiyans, and the best hope for his universe's continued survival. No one warrior can hope to battle eight other universes' strongest fighters alone and hope to prevail, one man's power and skill won't be enough to overcome the looming threat of extermination. But this coming battle will be the ultimate test of how you've lived your life until now, the choices you made not only for yourself, but for the fate of your entire universe.Character sheets and other info: https://controlc.com/46ec566dhttps://pastebin.com/u/GrandDragonQMArchive:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Saiyan+Conqueror+QuestHelp fund quest art commissions and get exclusive side stories as well as artwork by joining the patreon for only $1/month at https://www.patreon.com/GrandDragonQMQuest rules are as follows(unless otherwise noted):>30 minute vote times>Pick ONLY ONE option when votingComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6352606>Reminder that the only planet still under Freeza's control in the PTO is New Salda. Cooler controls the entire rest of the PTO, but the Saiyans are still Freeza's.That is great that it remained this way. Honestly I hope he never gives up that to Cooler.>>6353415>With your own wife and children, a village you protect, and even a whole world given to you by Freeza that you call your own. And, yet...Would Freeza want to be boss of also this world?>>6353416>One who's power feels... Different. It reminds you of your mother and older sister's godly powers, but there's something else to it too. And, just like your father the red-robed figure can seemingly sense you looking, and turns.I knew he was real. I knew it.>>6353420>And there, inside the carefully-prepared box, is what looks like a small handheld mirror wrapped in silver with the word “Erised” carved in the top.Fascinating that it exists in this universe. Which means other things from Hogwarts can exist as well. This opens so many interesting possibilities.>Epilogue End-Very good epilogue. I guess this is a life changing moment for Chilli.>>6353871Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6353982Freeza knows his brother's personal history and former vendetta with the Saiyans, and doesn't want to risk any conflicts.No. That world IS Chilli's. Just like Aku's planets are his, or anyone else who bought a planet from the PTO.He is real if you believe.There are a lot of magical artifacts scattered across the Seventh. Just ask Cold.We'll see how it changes him, going forward.>Visit in Universe 6Do you really think it'd be anything so simple? Or straightforward?
>>6354068>No. That world IS Chilli's. Just like Aku's planets are his, or anyone else who bought a planet from the PTO.Okay. That's great too.>Do you really think it'd be anything so simple? Or straightforward?Honestly no, but how to call it? Let's think about it. In the Tournament of Power:>Karn won, >Meloka won, >Chaya won, >Chili won,>Caulifa won,>Freeza won,>Cooler won, >Ginyu won,>Plastic Man won, >Rimuru won Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
What the fuck did I miss last night? Also soon.>>6354231Yes, Freeza planned that well ahead of time.We'll see.Got rolled into the Christmas celebrations for them.
It's time! The new arc begins now! Are you ready for some Sinister Schemes?>>6354269
It's March 1945, you hear about a job in a kind of ‘secret city.’ You don't know what the hell these people are talking about, but it looks promising, even too good to be true. Still, you don't have much to lose after the Great War, so you take the opportunity. After going through a lot of paperwork and a few other things, in less than a week you're put on a ship with no name and no clear destination. They just told you, ‘It's in the middle of the sea.’Less than two weeks ago, you were a poor idiot living on the bare minimum, and now you're still a poor idiot, but now you're on a ship heading for ‘the city of the future’. You'd heard of its founder, Andrew Ryan, a rather unique man who was quite crazy about his ideals, which is nothing new in this world.A couple of shitty days go by. You weren't used to such long boat trips, but you forced yourself to get used to it. The food on the boat is shit, but at least it's better than whatever you could scavenge from the rubbish. One cold morning, you've lost track of time, sleeping in rooms the size of mouse holes, crammed in with a few other poor idiots like you, seeking a future in an uncertain city. A bell begins to ring, and the ship's crew start shouting announcements: "We've arrived!’ You look out the window and all you can see is sea as far as the eye can see. You run with the crowd to the upper deck.The crew continue to shout ‘we have arrived’. This is when you see it: an enormous lighthouse, a huge tower, an effigy in the middle of the gigantic and infinite ocean, a shining golden tower rising above the waves. A submarine appears out of nowhere from the darkness of the ocean, and the ship's officers make preparations to board the submarine.
>>6354707I didn't even play the games, just watched a gameplay like a decade ago haha...
>>6354711it's okay , now i have a an excuse to play bioshock 2 again .
>>6354694>just spend the morning with Ilona.
>>6354694>buy something (go to the shops and browse)Invite Ilona along with us, we want to tell her about our engineering workshop, and we want her to teach us about the shopping district.
A Tale From The World Of FrostpunkThe year is 1909, and the Great Frost hangs over the heads of every living man, woman and child. In the previous decade, global temperatures dropped to an unsustainable point, and the geopolitical landscape of Earth was changed forever. Mass refugee crises. Starvation. Hypothermia and frostbite. War. Nobody survived unscathed, and billions perished in the chaos. Many of those that survived huddled around grand Generators, built by hundreds of engineers, acting as mechanical monuments to warmth and survival. Others sought out bold new technological developments, endlessly-running trains, subterranean colonies and grand zeppelins flying above the clouds. But for the majority, there were the Generators.You never knew the world before, having been one of the “Frostborn” — those that felt their first breath of air in this icy world. Your parents were British refugees, fleeing north from Newcastle with thousands of others. Things were very hard growing up, and you feel strange absences in your memory, repressed parts of your youth locked away by your developing brain. Mum and Dad always told you that the less was said about the White Years, the better. That was the worst time, you’ve gathered.Since then, many cities have fallen, crushed beneath instability, lack of resources or sickness. Others have developed into busy, industrious centres that now begin to hesitantly chart out the Frostlands beyond just the immediate scope of their perimeter. Your own city, Beacon, is one of the latter.
>>6350248>Make your opinion known: this is absolutely NOT your field of expertise.
>>6350248>>Try to politely decline, if you can.
>>6350248>Make your opinion known: this is absolutely NOT your field of expertise.Girl, we stare at machines and schematics most of the time, fiction is NOT that.
>>6350248>>Make your opinion known: this is absolutely NOT your field of expertise.
>>6350248(Enjoy your Christmas! Quest continues on Boxing Day!)
>be you>be at the edge of the world>your people are finished>the last great city is a sinking husk behind you>the Old King is dead, choked on his own prophecies>the crown is in your pack, heavy with failure>ahead lies only the Black Sands, a sea of ash under a dying sun>the scrolls say nothing lives there>the scrolls were wrong>something is moving in the ash, and it has seen you>the survivors at your back are silent, waiting>choose
>>6351304>“We know the toll. Here is a life, willingly given.” You gesture to Vanatu.Are we gonna go back for the rest of the group? I don't feel like it's smart to split up in such hostile territory, we should keep all our warriors together, which we can't do if we have to leave some with the citizenry. Merry Christmas QM!
>>6351304> “I am Ember, heir to the Sunken Throne. The Border Ghoul sent me to the Ash King. The treaty is between our peoples. Stand aside.”>>6351305After we've renegotiated this treaty we'll return to our people. They aren't coming with us to the king. I doubt the logistics of moving four and a half thousand souls to the most barren part of the desert will hold up. They need to stay near water.
>>6351307Yeah but if we aren't with them we can't make decisions about how to protect them, they could all die before we return?
>>6351304>“I am Ember, heir to the Sunken Throne. The Border Ghoul sent me to the Ash King. The treaty is between our peoples. Stand aside.”Should it press, then the sacrifice, I suppose.I too dislike splitting from our people, though perhaps it is warranted.
>>6351304>“I am Ember, heir to the Sunken Throne. The Border Ghoul sent me to the Ash King. The treaty is between our peoples. Stand aside.”
Spring, 200X. Evening._______There is a ringing behind your ears. Your senses are dulled, and are wrestling with an internal static preventing you from regaining your grip on reality. For a moment you are stunned into forgetting the where and the why of the drama: that is what happens when you get caught in an explosion. Before numbness invaded your system a mysterious force smashed into the walls of your school. A villain appeared. You could never have predicted a villain showing up in your town of Hauteville.You and your class had little time to react. The entity collided with the building at lightning speed; demolishing one side of the school a flashy figure appeared. A rogue magical girl.The floor offers stability for your hands and knees to rely on, currently the most reliable object for support. The fuzz in your head vanishes at a snail's pace as teenagers scream in the chaos."This is revenge! I'm sick of being looked down upon! You only have yourselves to blame!" the magical girl reasons. She looks familiar. There must be some sort of supernatural barrier from being recognized; but her looks and tone invoke a visceral response to your psyche. "Where is she!?"Clarity of mind returns little by little while the magical girl sows destruction. You also feel a mysterious energy inside you as well. Is it the sensation of your life in peril? Or something more?One of the first shards of clarity returns: your name is Gana. In this world, there are good magical girls and bad magical girls with monsters in between.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6349642I'm surprised that's the winning option and not 1 & 2. those at least have either scalling or versatility while 3 is only a passive boost that I doubt even at this early stage is better than the others
>>6348790>Saragossa Protocol. You can breach the identity protection of magical girls, and even identify them in civilian form.sounds like the most fun for this kind of questAltaripa is just plain boring and Mayence is sorta redundant because we're already a psycho bully bitch metaphorically feeding on the suffering of others
OP ?
belated merry christmas
Belated Happy New Year as well
Your sprained ankle barely carrying you. The dull throbbing pain in your head at least numbs the pain in your shoulder and forearms. Though it does little to quell the pain in your side from your broken ribs. You glance over to the group of people behind you. Dressed in black school uniforms, roughly a dozen of them.They are all standing roughly ten-fifteen feet behind you. Looking at you with hate, and some fear in their eyes. They are clumped up together like posing for a group photo, and do not advance on you. Even though they've been kicking the hell out of you a minute ago. Then a long shadow descended from the direction the sun was setting, and covered you all. Forcing them to back off as if something physically pushed them away."Go on! Get out of here!" their leader yells, but does not cross the long shadow.Whatever curses leave your mouth, they are barely a whisper, you cough as you continue. Away from them, away from your home. Following the distant figure that casts that long shadow.You look down upon yourself, and verify that your strongest asset is still there, surviving the battering.>Your fist, you always had the meanest right punch>Your leg, it started with kicking ball and soon it became kicking people>Your abs, rock hard and keeping your organs mostly protected, helping stamina >Write-in
>>6353847>C) Crawl closer to the boarded up windows and see what it is.
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>>6353887>>6354112"Psst, where are you going?!" Martin hisses at you in a very subdued manner."I gotta see what's going on." you reply, carefully moving beneath the level of the window, while the sounds do not cease. Getting close, you peek over the windowsill in a hole that's missing from one of the boards.Beneath the light of the streetlamps you see them. They can be mistaken for bald, pale humans if one looks at them from a distance, seeing only their head and shoulders. From this close you can see the long hunched, almost crouched stance, and their disproportionately long fingers with clawed tips.There are four of them circling around a person, 20 yards away. Making a cacophony of gurgling sounds as they snap their sharp teeth at the man, who has his back against the light, making him hard to see.One of the pale figures gets too close in their feral intimidation, and the man springs forth with a yell. For an instant, you can see a flash of silver between his fingers, but they are too far apart to hold any weapon. It's over the moment you see it, and the monster falls on the ground, head split. Now that your eyes are drawn to it, you see three more of them lying around with similar wounds.You don't have much time to look at, as the man changed his position and now you can see him fully. He is wearing long brown robes, and a lighter sash, but his clothing is not really in focus, as his most striking feature is his face.He has the smooth, polished head of an ant. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6355084>A) Look for a job
The cold, crisp air of the surrounding environment chills you to the core. The city looks so different from above, the streetlights appearing like stars from below as you scale the sleek, ebony, dimly lit skyscraper. "Reaper, do you read me? A calm and monotone voice buzzes through your earpiece. You sigh, the effort of scaling the building slowly wearing down even on your trained muscles. Holding the earpiece with a single finger as you hang off the building with your other hand suctioned on you press down on the auditory device."I read you, Crow. This important?" You ask, only managing to mask the exhaustion in your tone very slightly. The voice on the other side tries to stifle a chuckle, "You're nearing the entry point on the 60th floor, systems picking up multiple readings on the floor just above you. Remember.. our client wants this done quietly, you grab the USB from the floor above, get back to the breached entry, get the fuck out, preferably with no unnecessary casualties. You understanding me?" The masculine voice asks. You look up, spotting the cut window still intact with it's frame you race up the remaining little bit of the building you have left. You press your hand against the window and.. CLICKThe window comes out of the frame, your one suctioned hand sticking to it, stopping it from falling to the ground and alerting someone. You slip inside the building from the breached point and take off your climbing gear, placing everything in your black duffle bag hanging off your side. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6348768>Where's Spyder? Normally the sneaky stuff fires her up. Why's she not doing this gig?
>>6348768>Give me a rundown of the details for this job, Crow
>>6348768>So.. what DO we know about the client who hired us
>>6348768>Give me a rundown of the details for this job, CrowEyes on the prize
>>6348768>>Give me a rundown of the details for this job, Crow
