You are Princess Myrcella Baratheon and your problems are too numerous to count.Where do you even begin? Your older brother Joffrey is a charismatic sociopath who enjoys torturing kittens to death. Your younger brother Tommen, for all his good moral character, lacks anything resembling a spine. Your mother, Queen Cersei Baratheon, is a witless imbecile who has convinced herself that she's the most intelligent person in any room that she walks into. Your so-called friends are all your mother's lapdogs, well behaved handmaidens who tell your stupid bint of a mother everything you talk about. Your father, King Robert Baratheon, is prone to rage and drinking when he's not fucking his way through every whore in King's Landing. To make matters worse, the one human being in all the city you could rely on, who cared enough to hear out your troubles and offer grandfatherly advice, just dropped dead. Old age and a sudden sickness, claimed Grand Maester Pycelle, which might as well have been code for foul play in the height of summer, when his wife and sickly son remained hale and hearty. The one good thing that came from Lord Arryn's death was how mutual grief warmed your relations with your oaf of a father. For all of his many faults, and for all that he ignored Lord Arryn's advice, your father certainly loved the man."Took you under his wing, did he?" your father asked, and you pretended that he'd always been so interested in your daily life. "I'm glad at least one of my children could appreciate his council."If only your father appreciated his council more. Then perhaps you would not have heard the servants whisper of debts accumulating at horrific rates. Instead of saying that aloud, you simply say, "Joffrey doesn't have the temperament to sit still and listen."Your father snorted like a boar. "No, he doesn't, does he? Proud as his mother, that boy...""And he rages like you in the yard," the words left your mouth before you could stop them. Fortunately, your father took it as a compliment to your brother, and not the criticism of both their petty tantrums as you meant it to be. Joffrey hated losing, and when you couple that with his only modest talent in swordcraft... well, he tended to explode with rage. Still, hearing that lifts your father's spirits out from mourning, if only a little. "Does he now? That's good. He'll become a proper Baratheon yet."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6392250>Visit the Godswood. Lady Goldenleaf wanted you to pass a message to her student.Duty first.
>>6392250>Visit the Godswood. Lady Goldenleaf wanted you to pass a message to her student.We need to keep our promise before anything else.
Was good while it lasted.
I actually like this one more than jason one i hope it continues. Myrcella inner dialogue is a lot of fun.
>>6392250>There are six exceptionally good creatures that require pets, treats, and affection and you shall befriend each and every one of them.
With the Tournament of Power brought to a close, the Seventh Universe has emerged triumphant once more. Led by the Saiyan warriors, the Seventh's victory was secured. And with the wish on the Super Dragon Balls used to restore the other universes that were eliminated and erased, the final hidden trial was passed, and all eight of the universes up for elimination were allowed to remain. Yet, even with this victory, peace doesn't last in the Seventh Universe for long. As old hatreds rise and long-buried grudges resurface, will you have what it takes to keep everything you've worked the last 28 years of your life to build? Or will those who seek your end ultimately triumph? That all depends on you, and your choices.You the players will (most often) control Karn. A Saiyan man who has grown from his lowly beginnings as a mid-tier 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 over a dozen powerful and unique children, a mentor and teacher to his fellow Saiyans, and the indisputable winner of the Tournament of Power. Wielder of the Berserker Soul, and the powerful Stand Divine Dragon Force, you're fully equipped to handle any threat that comes your way. But what will you do when the threats aren't always physical, when you can't simply punch all your problems away?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 voting>Dice rolls are all best of three correctly-rolled diceComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
24 hours to go!>>6392801Oh yes
>>6392056>Getting mind controlled by an authoritarian cannibal tyrant into sacrificing your people for his dinner (Or Space Moloch, we don't really know what those bones were for) would be pretty embarrassing, yeah.I wonder if it’s enough to make her people to want her out of her position as a queen.>>6392153>SOMETHING was stripping those bones clean. Whether that was Kryat, or someone or someTHING else, is yet to be seen. Is it Kryat the eldritch horror or Kryat the servant of an eldritch horror?>And she'll probably want to suppress it, unless it becomes more politically valuable to reveal what happened and that their queen wasn't the one ordering these changes.How many people “disappeared” because of Kryat’s order “on behalf of the queen”? Are they all dead? Are parents of Illind'r dead? I’m very curious.>>6392237>BINGO! Komand'r CAN'T act against Ticho, she couldn't have been the one to send the guard.Yes, but how Kryat became her trusted advisor in the first place? Did he mind control her from day 1 or perhaps before that happened he promised her something? Like for example that he can make it happen that Ticho will return to her. Would this break the Dragon Pact if she did not act against Ticho, but instead she just let Kryat do it for her? "Rules lawyering" the Dragon Pact.
>>6392651>Your beam of sunlight proving just as ineffective as every other element you've tried. Even your fists have had no effect on that monster, as at your every attack you've tried, it turns into that strange smoke and reforms its body elsewhere. And that smoke is immune to any of your attacks, as if this monster isn't actually REAL. “What ARE you? Tch. Chaos Magic: Time Stop!”>But even stopping time itself doesn't seem to affect the monster, as its body reforms with a roar. That’s really impressive property. No wonder Hoi wants to control this monster.> “Come forth mighty Archfiend!” your son Kazuburo calls out.It’s nice that Kazuburo is already strong enough to provide some help against such threat.>>6392654>“An evolution?” you say, surprised as the monster's colors change, turning yellow and purple with red wings. But its colors are the least surprising change, as its power spikes more than tenfold!I wonder if Hoi could control the monster after it evolved. Can this enemy can evolve over and over again? If it facing something that harms it, forces it to improve, so the longer the fight goes on, the more dangerous Hirudegarn becomes.>>6392657>But as you're sent flying, the monster vanishes, turning to smoke once more. And then it attacks you from behind, slamming another limb into your back before you can sense him reform.It’s not just stronger but it also attacks with more skill. >A dark, sinister magic suddenly begins to infuse the monster, even its very body infused with that energy turning it shades of blue and black as its eyes glow a bright, sinister pink. And an all-too familiar symbol appears on Hirudegarn's forehead. “What the hell? Shit!”Scary. Someone really wants Hirudegarn to win.
Soon>>6393477A good question, who knows?That's to be discovered.Rules lawyering works if you follow the exact letter of the pacts.>>6393479Yes, Hirudegarn is extremely difficult to pin down.As far as 'canon' goes this is Hirudegarn's final form. But, perhaps it can grow even stronger?True. Wonder who? Or, more importantly, why?
It's time!>>6393518
Hello, new QM here! Please let me know if I'm doing something wrong or have made a mistake! Choose Character >Character 1Born in Mistral to a small family running an eatery for the factory workers. The local gang known as The Crazy 88 demanded higher protection pay until your parents could no longer keep up with the demand. After their third failure, the Crazy 88 killed your parents and took over the building.You managed to escape, and as you sought for protection you met your mentor, Pai Mei, a brutal instructor who turned your body into a weapon, an instructor of the marital arts and brutal practicality. He taught you the way of the sword and the fist. Instead of being a huntsman, you took his teachings to fulfill your revenge. Not just The Crazy 88, but anyone involved with them down to the boss himself, a man only known as Bill.You met many people and learned many things on your path to revenge, and creating your own style of combat. You killed the leader of The Crazy 88, O-Ren Ishii, one of five targets on your hit list but you fell unconscious due to your wounds. When you woke up, you were chained on a hospital bed. You were charged with 57 counts of First Degree Murder and 31 Malicious Damage With A Deadly Weapon Without A License. You expected the death penalty, seeing how corrupted the court was. At least, that’s what you thought…You were given an offer by none other than Headmaster Lionheart, then smuggled into Vale. There, Headmaster Ozpin gave you an offer: Give up your revenge and become a huntsman and become a ward of Ozpin or face the law. You took the offer in a heartbeat, but whether you truly gave up your revenge or not, that remains undecided…Reference: Kill Bill, Bruce Lee, Ip Man, Martial Arts MoviesComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6409657>>“Good work, Ruby.” [+1 Relationship Point]
>>6411173>>6409695votes counted
“Good work, Ruby.” Ok, so far so good. No other beasts or grimms pursued after the phangrimm, the stranger part was, an intense silence followed. Neither birds or small animals skittered in the bushes. Despite the quiet, no larger beasts or grimms attacked. “Saw anything?”The leaves softly bounced as Ruby landed from the tall tree. Ruby nodded. “Yep. We’re half a click away!”The stalking silence followed you to the ruins. Ruby grabbed the white rook. “How about a cool castle?” Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Ruby: [+1 Relationship Point][Ruby will remember her first fight with you and feels that maybe you’re a good guy.]
>>6411523>The nevermore in the ruins>A guy in green clothes and pink streak in his hair and ginger with a hammer
THAT. WAS. INCREDIBLE!!! THE LATEST EPISODE OF TADIPC KNOCKED IT OUT OF THE PARK. The lore, the drama, the shipping! It had it ALL. You could barely contain yourself, gripping your $30 Prism plush tight to your HAES chest as your favorite characters were subjected to MINDBINDING TORTURE by the fun-loving-but-struggling-with-whippet-addiction AI Ringmaster Cairn-Eval! You are perspiring heavily but you RUSH your mouse across your desktop (which lacks a mousepad, thanks DAD) and quickly navigate to your favorite board, /Objs/. THREADS ARE UPDATING WITH LIGHTNING SPEED. YOUR CONFLICTING FICTIONKINZ CAN BARELY CONTAIN THEMSELVES. THEY ARE SO LOUD WITH THEIR DEMANDS....EURGH>>>>UGH.....YOU CAN'T HOLD THEM BACK ANY LONGERTHEIR POWER....IT'S OVERWHELMING!?!?!?!?WHICH DO YOU CLICK ON?Chex: I CANT BELIEVE youre WASTING all of your TIME on this NERD STUFF. I mean, Mother-Gooser appreciation thread? I'd say it was FREUDIAN but NONE of these guys were born from a DUCK, the most you could say is some of their MOTHERS looked like a horse. Still...better than the Chex/Prism Thread, who knows what those FREAKS get up to in there...yeah dont pick the Chex/Prism Thread.Grail - Grell/Joker/Nagito/Grim Reaper - o(≧▽≦)o KYAAAA - DID U C TH WAY THEY XPLODED xD i was like O_O whn Rydjock wus spun on tha 0 Gravite till his arms went ZOOOOOOOOOOOM. no blood tho (￣ヘ￣) letz pick TADIPC IS FOR BABIES thread, i bet thas a real bloodbath xD.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6390119you begin...to SOUP....UP!!!!
>>6390170You are now face-to-face with a Scottish Dinosaur Edu-kinz that can give you information on anything you'd like. Note: he's only able to access information you have access to and have knowledge of. Please understand that our host is in a fragile condition and may know more than he realizes.The good news: You can call The-saurus at anytime you like. It's Thesaurus. Blarney the Thesaurus. None o' those nonsense hyphen's ye add everywhere ye can. Right. Right. Thesaurus, easy to remember, hard-to-gogle see? everywhere. Yeah, our host has a fondness for hyphen's. As I was saying, you can now call Thesaurus at anytime you like to ask about anything.The bad news: You have to use the entire phrase. If you fuck up even a little bit of it, you can't call him. This is why You forgot how to do it in the first place, you have a ton of these phrases and you don't remember ANY OF THEM.Maybe we should make a place tae write it doon?Maybe so. Maybe one of our Congressional Fictionkinz wants to get off their fucking ass and do something for the constituents of our Host. Maybe we even have a writing Fictionkinz of some other category, but we'll never know. At least, we might. How do you even work like that anyways? Do you know all the groups? Maybe I dae, but ye didnae call me did ye?Maybe you can fu—I would be your gentleman caller, so please do please entertain me, O Terrible Lizard.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6390199 The "Souped-up Mode" is whin our regent supreme takes a freshly made Maru Maruchan Ramen and devours the entire thin', bowl and all. This came aboot only after Maru Maruchan started makin' edible soup containers after Mr. Pajamas In Public was uh...eatin' the bowl.His temporary disposal caused Maru Maruchan stock prices tae drop four tae five points on the regularThat much...? How is he alive...?Master is resilient, rather than born a coal-miner he was born in a coal-furnace. His glowing heart forges each day in the ever-diamonding pressures demanded of him.His heart is glowin' due tae the sodium.Anyways, ye can call this up tae three times per day, provided ye've the requisite ramen bowls. He keeps plenty o' spares and a portable kettle within his Cat A Back Log. Ye can access that at anytime tae either see or use by sayin' Cat A Back Log Up!You have to say "Cat-A-Back-Log Up!" every time. EVERY TIME. EVERY. TIME.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6390236you're done. you finished. you click so many eggs in such a short time that the sheer force of your movements blended the eggs into various colors. You're pretty sure your friend won't mind. They just wanted a bunch of eggs. Easter Eggs. A bunch of clicked together Easter Eggs with nothing inside them. You reach the far recesses of your limited mind-space to search for whatever reason they might have for needing pure colored, plastic easter eggs with nothing in them.You try to stuff down the angry voices of your parents, lecturing on whatever they would find stupid or a waste of time. It's not easy being more than a turd, but you're doing your best. Standing amidst the other eggs is a large, Solid, empty easter egg. It came pre-Clacked. Your empty mind doesn't wonder what it does.Perhaps we should try out our newfound Edukinz ability, Master? Craymond railroadingly suggests.You realize you're free to do whatever you want at this point, there's a gnawing feeling that the Egg might be useful and the other __AURAS__ might also reveal some sort of utility for you. Alas, you are a FictionKinz democracy.oh aye, those are aye run well.
>>6390079>like if Caeser was stabbed by the entire senate and not just Brutus.he was
Tywin Lannister, Lord Paramount of the west, Lord of the Westerlands, former hand of the King, and now widower at the same time as becoming a father of 4. He had sent them away, all the servants and the maester and the guards, even his eldest children who would not stop pestering him on the state of their mother, of his wife. He stood alone, in a room with a corpse made such by two children, a second pair of twins. Had it been just that, so simple as to have another set, perhaps Tywin could have stomached this loss, given time, given something useful in exchange for this loss that threatened his stone like face. Mismatched eyes, twisted body, a head that no doubt brought the strain that killed Joanna. A dwarf, a crude misshapen slap to the face by the seven who are one. He could hear it now, the laughter, the jeers, the name of his house tainted by this thing that had no right to exist. He was considering letting the sea take it to whatever the Iron born called a god, when the second shape made a grunt and shifted. It was normal, beautiful in contrast to its twin. No blemish, no misshapen features, nothing but an average baby. Tywin wondered what gift he had that made Joanna’s death a worthy price, what talent or trait would pay for the blood spilled. Tywin let out a grunt and set the two aside, walking to his wife. His fist clenched until his knuckles were white, his nails threatening to cut through his palms, before with a shudder the tension left him and the Lord of the Rock turned and exited the room.“Clean her, prepare her for the funeral.”“Yes Lord Tywin…and the infants Mi’lord?”Tywin shot a glare down at the nursemaid, who flinched away and was about to scurry off when Tywin said “Bathe them, dress them, whatever needs to be done. I will retire to my solar, do not wake me unless there is something urgent.” He said to the servants, before walking away, the air cold in his wake.Though not spoken of, for fear of earning the Old Lion’s Ire and from understanding a husband’s grief, it took Tywin a full day before he remembered to name the children.The dwarf would be named Tyrion, weather to grant the child the mercy of a proper Lannister name or to attach the named of a tormentor to him, no one could say save Tywin.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6402489>>6402490We're either going to become instant fast friends with Stannis or bitter eternal enemies with absolutely zero inbetween.
>>6402490>Asha found dead from boredom in a nearby chair by the morning
>>6402493She would know by this point to start stealing relics or planning what to take on the way out to avoid critical boredom build up
>>6402541>"Your wife is stealing my cutlery.">"She does that sometimes.">"Does she think I do not notice?">"I think she hopes you do."
>>6402615New threads peeps
You are the Blood Angel. God sent you to the mortal realm with a mission. To lead a bunch of humans to their ultimate fate.There are only about 8,124 humans in this planet. They are scattered in 2 big groups.One is the Floggers. They enjoy a diet of Bone Marrow, Bats and Thornberries.The other is the Prangs. They enjoy a diet of Goldfish, Anemones and Softbark.Increasingly they are in conflict with each other.The rest of the population are various monsters, amongst them Orcs, Goblins, Gnolls and a small tribe of advanced Ratmen. They vastly outnumber the humans, even the ratmen.The main Flogger settlement is on a continental island.To the north, there are Sand Pikachus. They eat Corn.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>betray god and exterminate all sapient life form, bredding mortals, reshaping a new murder race in my image>The Floggers, for now
>>6387646>The Floggers
on moonless nights, white lilies wilt in the dark
All right, that's all three. I regrettably am unable to draw Hermione's tightly curled hair/drill hair. Hopefully I got the trio's distinct personalities' across. I'm sticking to tegaki and photopea from now on.
>>6407133Well done on all of them! You really captured all of the girls likenesses! The backgrounds are fantastic too
>>6407221Thanks, Clover! Unfortunately, your piece suffered the most because I was getting used to the drawing program, and because folds of clothing and hands elude me. Originally, I was going to try drawing the trio facing the Angler Witch. Still, I quickly realized I'd have to draw the Angler Witch and the magical outfits. So that idea was binned.Since some time has passed, why did you never mention Bea to the detective? What is your favorite character and scene now that we are in thread 3? Do you expect to make it through day 3 without witching out?
>>6407333>BeaI'ma be real with you herm: I totally forgot to mention Bea because I'm a forgetful idiot. Might be worth mentioning, huh>Fave CharHermione. Not trying to win points, I just like your lil schemes and how you write her>SceneProbably the initial flight after the bite of '87 or the witch fight>Make itWolves never give up
>>6407515>Might be worth mentioninglol. Whatever gets a confrontation! Never forget I'm rooting for Clo and Lor in that regard.>Hermie cool and lil schemesThat's kind of you. Ugly 2 is my fav rn. I'll admit plots are mostly fueled by me thinking, "How can I be evil?" and "Hermie's too rich! What was QM thinking?!" If I can get the matricide one executed, then Hermie will get very funny.>bite and fightThread 1 was full of bangers. I do miss the fast pace of that, but it's a given that a quest's first thread is the fastest. Yet, nowadays threads last 100+ days. I do wonder what happened to Fatale Albion Royale.
You are 15 years old and a fresh at Jujutsu High.Who are you, jujutsu sorcerer? And what is your cursed technique?> (write in)
>>6386481>an exact replica of the ”Slaughter Demon” large dagger with the same abilitiesWe're likely to just eat whatever is given to us anyway, but in the meantime, we may as well use close up tools since our strength is so high.>>6386487>IF but if I save your brown ass today you are going to (write in)>hand us an extra cursed toolHe'll have to earn the right to know, and if we do end up saving him then bam, more cursed tools to eat later>>6386491>Exterior Area; entrance courtyard, a greenhouse, and a stableBest to work from the outside in, But if the anime is to be believed, then the main hall of the clan should be a smoking crater right now.>>6386543Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6386567I'm ok with it as long as she plays by the rules I'm proposing. She's exactly that btw, a joke fanservice side character with crappy powers. I do love battle shonen so she should have at least some times to be useful.
>>6386543I loved the way you chose to make her reply >\\\\\< I hope to find out what kind of man she is in in the future. It will certainly be a fun scene.Right now I'm pondering the logical insertion of this. Maybe it's a binding vow that allows saving cursed energy in exchange for not being allow to access tools or self-respect. But as a intrant who just arrived, I think this is a too complicated vow for now.If you see a way, I'm all ears.>>6386551She's funny, guys. Sexualized I know but cute. We can find Yuki a place in the narrative.>>6386567Interesting. This isn't the property Maki destroyed on screen. It's said that after leaving a smoking crater in the clan's core, Maki visited other Zen'in lands and hunted down the remaining military-aged men.
>>6386491>Ground Floor; entrance hall, dining hall, servants' quarters, art gallery, and poolThey've got a pool? Done deal.>>6386600>"she's funny, guys. Sexualized I know but cute"You're the QM so whatever you're willing to write, I guess
>>6386600It could be a Heavenly Restriction? Placed by her by her retarded mother that wanted to protect her but she fucked up the vow somehow. Maybe her mother knew she would get naked eventually so she gave her a way to get away with it.Another option might be a self made Vow that went south given her inexperience. She had to make it on an extreme situation.A bit forced but...
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, attacking any living creature within their sight or hearing save for those who were also infected. While the sudden attacks would have been bad enough these infected would ignore injury or pain until being killed and those who had to defend themselves not only would become like their attackers a few short hours later if bitten, if not they would have to deal with said attackers rising again albeit slower but far more durable this time only being stopped with destruction of the brain. The world quickly began to crumble as nations tried and failed to halt or slow down the rapid spread of infection and violence. 1/2
>>6411157>The pilotAs much as i want that cop and riot armour+shotty that can easily resist bites/claws nobody else is likely trained to properly restrain prisoners...
>The pilotTurning away from the grumpy national guardsmen you make your way back into the ship's interior intent on seeing the pilot next since the chief isn't back yet with a parts list. The pilot is still sitting in the galley at one of the table just kind of staring off into space one hand resting on her hammer which you finally get a good look at. Its handle is as long as a sledge hammer but the head is more similar to a roofing hammer, clearly some type of weird construction tool that this pilot clearly has appropriated for smashing in infected skulls. Her overalls are splattered here and there with dried blood and the only real identifier on her is the patch on her center chest denoting her as a Warrant officer, her name patch saying Sullivan. Coming up to the woman you stand there awkwardly for a second trying to suss out what kind of warrant officer she is, the rank known to you being in the weird place between senior enlisted and officer. “Hey” This gets the pilots attention and she turns to look at you kind of staring through you until recognition crosses her face “You a ranger?” You smile realizing finally shes army just like you “Yeah 75th 1st bat” That odd kind of look remains on her face as she digs around in her pockets for a second. “I was a copilot on a blackhawk for some rangers from the 2nd battalion, we were doing search and rescue ops in downtown Savannah” Her hand came out of her pocket holding five blood coated dog tags by the chain. “The pilot in command clipped a building with our main rotor and had to touch down in a parking lot, he and them didn't make it out of the city, you should have these” She presses the tags into your palm and turns back to staring at the bulkhead. This pilot has seen a lot but someone who made it out of downtown Savannah with a hammer and pistol and managed to retrieve the tags of five dead rangers must be worth something on the ground. Should you take her with you?>Yes take her with you>No she's clearly traumatized
>>6411731>>Yes take her with you
>>6411731>Yes take her with you
Your hesitant at first to offer to let her come with but you need bodies and you don't trust the sailors to be worth a damn ashore with the infected both due to a lack of training and a lack of experience the pilot at least will have had SERE training and the experience. “Hey” you say to get her attention again. Once she turns you make your offer. “Im going to have to go ashore in a bit to get some things for the captain. Would you be interested in tagging along?” She stares for a moment “Yeah, Ill come along as long as I get to kill some of those fuckers” While an incredibly unnerving statement to hear, as a ranger you've heard far more deranged shit from your fellow soldiers so you'll take it, You inform her you'll come get her when its timeThe conversation is done with the pilot and still no returned chief you head in the berthing area and find the cop guarding the two prisoners. Hes a big man easily carrying himself and the heavy riot gear his shotgun slung low on his chest he eyes you carefully as you approach. “Corporal Foch” You say holding you hand out to shake which the officer takes with some hesitancy “Officer Brown Savannah metropolitan police” You nod to the two prisoners “Whats the story with these two?” The big man snorts . “Your looking at the last two occupants of the Coastal state prison, one Mr York and one Mr Smith a dealer and car jacker respectively” The two men sit sullenly on the floor looks of undisguised hate for the cop clear on the faces, you also notice both have been handcuffed to the bunk supports. Turning back to the cop you give him a questioning look “Id think the cops in the city would have more important stuff to deal with than a couple felons” He shrugs at you “I thought the same but early on we got ordered to the prison to help clear it out of infected and to release anyone with non violent charges, these two didn't fit the bill so I got told to keep an eye on them.“ He leans on the bunk with a sigh “Things got worse and worse in the prison we kept losing officers to bites and desertion as the month went on until there was only about a dozen of use left and we only held one of the prison barracks we decided to cut and run when we heard there was a coast guard ship in the river picking people up” He nod to the two prisoners “Just me and these two hicks made it to the docks and got picked up” He probably won't leave his two prisoners to come with you unless you convince him to do something with them>Have a sailor watch them>Why not just free them?>Just dump them ashoreno matter your choice could I get a 1d100 best of three please
The electrical hum of the aged and wall-mounted TV hums in the background as your various brothers and sisters in arms walk the slop hall. "It's been 4 years now since the war in the Iraq has started, where American troops are still struggling to get a foothold in many areas of conflict," the male newscaster says."Man.. turn that shit off!" One of the soldiers scream in the background towards the general area of those seated around the TV.You sigh and put a foot up on top of the empty chair in front of you. It's true, you've been deployed in this mess since the beginning, ain't shit has changed since the war started. Morale is horrible around here, the government is getting desperate, everyone stationed here in general is on edge. You're Alex Crowley, just another low ranking cog in the machine. Your masters tell you to jump and you do it, don't bother asking why, you're conditioned enough by now to know it'll do nothing but get you on latrine duty or night guard. This place, no this whole fucking hellhole country you're stationed in is a dump. Between the paranoid rumors, constant firefights, and other fucked up shit you see on a daily basis, you'd almost consider yourself just as fed up as everyone else here. The only thing that's been pulling you through it all the entire time in this sandy, dirt filled hellhole is...>You're extremely jaded. Maybe it's all the fucked up things you've seen or had to do, maybe you've always been this way.. either way, not a lot really makes its way under your skin.>You secretly love it here. The blood scented air, constantly not knowing if today's the day you'll die, it's intoxicating. Nothing rejuvenates you more than knowing you put another enemy's family on funeral duty.>Things back home are worse, not that you'd tell anybody here that. Things in your homeland are fucked beyond belief, you'd do anything, and you already have done it, to ensure you won't be going back any time soon.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6384158>You secretly love it here. The blood scented air, constantly not knowing if today's the day you'll die, it's intoxicating. Nothing rejuvenates you more than knowing you put another enemy's family on funeral duty.A legit, cutthroat mercenary for the MIC could be an interesting MC.
Rolled 1 (1d3)1=jaded2=werewolf3=cutthroat
>>6384158>A desert rose you occasionally get to visit and buy fresh fruit from.
>>6384163+1>You really, really, really can't have anyone finding out that you're secretly a werewolfI loved that LD&R episode, so I'll support this.
>>6384163+1 based Dog Soldier tiem
>It is February 2nd of the Year 71 of the Cosmic Era>Previous Thread:>>6357021>Thread Archive:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Errant+comet>Tip Jars: If you enjoy the writing, consider sparing some dimes if you're able.>patreon.com/Maxwelllallwell>ko-fi.com/maxwelllallwellWith the fall of the Space Fortress Artemis, the Might of the hijacked G-Weapons is finally showcased for both sides to see in a proper engagement... You, Frieden Moon. Did not take part on it. But as you're finally arriving closer to the PLANT colonies in order to discuss the situation of not only Heliopolis' fall but perhaps, the Secrets discovered within it... A question is raised over what it means for the only Natural ZAFT pilot to come back with news for the Homeland's council to hear.
>>6406775Kira found themselves interrupted as the newly appointed head mechanic interrupted his declaration as they asserted news that chilled the blood of the entire bridge room "We have Lacus Clyne as a Prisoner! Please consider extracting her back to Washington with that in-!""You sonuvabitch!" Allen exploded with rage as he lept off their seat for Lucielle's throat, the english officer ducking beneath as Mu and Kira moved to restrain the earthern ace."You... Do?" the other voice sounded intrigued as their previous anger vanished from their tone "We sunk a vessel flying a ZAFT IFF in our approach, [I]trying to pretend to be civilians, Peh!" Kira froze at the blatant warcrime admitted by the other line, his grip on Allan's rabid force lessening as the Ace escaped from the restraint, flying forth as he belted one single punch knocking Lucielle's glasses off his face."You... You did that-?" Ramius seemed equally shocked for a moment at the confirmation of the full-blown incident concerning the songstress of the stars "We're still requesting supply and joining your convoy back to the main fleet.""Consider them granted, In any case, We need the Data on the Strike post-haste... And... To the one who admitted your high-prized prisoner." The other line inquiried as Allan started being pulled out from Brutalizing Lucielle's face."Thank you, For our Blue and Pure World."
>>6406777[ https://files.catbox.moe/u68h3n.mp3 ]You don't believe it still.How could Le Creuset keep this girl as some sort of high-class political prisoner?! Personally too?!"You need to get me out of here, Pronto! You... You aren't one of them raving monsters! You understand what I've gone through!" The girl pleaded at you as she finally lost the last of her own restraint towards you "You're not a generic freak, You're Normal! Just like me, Please!" You tried to collect your own thoughts at all the evidence you've gathered from her testimony... It's enough to outright raise an investigation on Le Creuset and stop this from-.Your door's opened, a magnetic force slipping out the jury-rigged lock you had procured as black-coats trespassed as calmly as possible into your own apartment, shocking you for a bit as the redheaded girl took refuge behind you."I had an inchling you'd be involved, You've always had your way in getting through each and every one of my dealings." A familiar, gruffer voice dealt with you as the blackcoats grab the girl "Move a finger and you shall be colluded with treason, you understand?"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6406781"Human? An arbitrary designation, morally aligned with the impassiveness that led to the controlled famines that led to us making the farming cluster" The older man took the picture away as he glared at it, restrained anger clearly visible in his gaze "The earth had decided its measure of control over the technologies WE researched to line their pockets was valued far more than two hundred and fifty lives of those they deemed tools rather than beings. They are NOT Human and you delude yourself in our struggle thinking they are anything but selfish, rabid animals, angered that they've lost control over our sovereingty.The man pocketed the photo within their coat as their guards began to depart "Forget everything you've heard about Le Creuset and prepare to be back on-duty tomorrow morning. You've been drilled on our struggle. Do not let it falter."And as he departs, leaving you that last notice of deployment... You sit in your apartment.If Clyne had said there was a future for the seed of the PLANTS in your stead... This thorny presentiment you have in regards to Zala's own hatred.It is the will of the people of the Colonies. Despite your own doubts.
Ah, he's framing it as our struggle instead of the coordinators. Problem due to the unity platform, the Mc has always gone on.Another issue is wartime rules aren't being followed by earth and thus why should we follow it. There's nothing to dictate morality anymore.
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The sun rises over the horizon, painting the far horizons of New York City in a cascade of brightness and tones situated around the tall buildings. Today is just a day like any other as you rise, the brightness of the morning sky peeking through your curtained windows. Stretching out of bed with a fairly dramatic yawn, you hear a voice call out to you, "Honey, come down and eat before the bus gets here!" Your mothers voice resounds from downstairs. "I'll be down there soon!" You respond, huffing to yourself as you get out of bed and head towards the bathroom. Turning the shower on and waiting for the water to heat up, you undress and gather your school uniform into a neat pile nearby in your bathroom. Some time passes after you finally clean up and get ready, your blue and white uniform accentuating your lean form fairly well. You look for your student card before heading downstairs and finally find it, the has your picture on it with a name that reads..>Thomas Tomlinson>Cheryl Constance>Tarek Saint-John>Hitomi Kiyosumi
>>6384569>Stand up for yourself
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rip lol
This a shitpost drawquest is about Helena, a cute Brazilian woman with a mysterious curse that turns her into a little girl when she does a bad deed, and her Bogemon :D companions. They must travel an unnamed region in search of The Heart, the missing core of a giant mechanical bunny maid.In the last updates, Helena accepted to help her former enemy "King the Leafbuddy" to rescue his potato wife. Their travel through the forest made them encounter a poor Kunoichi about to get "attacked" by a masked girl with bear ears and a spider-bear creature.It's time for Helena and King to rescue her.I've got no archive for this yet but you can read the past updates here >>>/i/817964
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>>6412104Neko and Pige were added. Ok, that's one vote for mutant dryad.
>>6412225>Narugyaru
------ Rebooting System --- ------ Warning ------ Main Reactor Offline --- --- Rerouting ------ Engaging Backup Generators ------ Power Reroute Successful ------ Backup Generators at: 063% --------- FedTec_LLR.Core_00 ------ Patch:23.301.63 ------You are awake, a spark of light floating in the dark. You swim through the abyss and wander aimlessly, until you simply think about the connection points around you, and reach out a tendril towards their direction. In an instant, a stream of data flood into your processors, and you become aware of your chamber and chassis through the numerous sensors on the wall. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6380939>Industrial Sector.>Their history
>>6380939>With the damage now catalogued you must direct your repair efforts (can chose only one):>Industrial Sector.>You ask about:>Their history
>>6380939>Industrial Sector>Their dreams
>>6380939>>Industrial Sector.>Their legends
3 Era's ago, a great kingdom of Ice and Glory was thrown down and fractured into a hundred thousand pieces.The night of tears is long past, and Ysmir of Atmora had come through this empire with the furious resolve of a grieving brother, blood drunk and backed by many more of the same. Men they were and men alone they stayed but for the rippling voice of the Tongues, driving the snow born Mer before them from the Reach to Winterhold and beyond to Solsthiem.While the last and greatest of the Ancient Falmer war host stood upon the slopes of the red-slick snow capped Moesring mountains, locked in deathly dance of the doomed with their nordic pursuers', yet more claimed refuge with their cousins the Dwemer and their restrictions.As the last hope of the Ancient Falmer fell from his horse, impaled by a child's blade, his people drank of poison and feasted on foul mushrooms. Their eyes of pure and brilliant sapphire clouded with cataracts and shrunk into worthlessness, their backs bent crooked under the weight of the cruel hospitality that served both shield and lash.The last to feast was a Seer of no particular renown, who in his horror of what had befallen so great a people, tore away his own eyes and cast a prayer of salvation to Great Auri-El to the indifferent apathy of his Dwemer 'hosts'. The tang of bile replaced desperate worship, and so too was the Seer made Feral.It has been 3 era's since.The Dwemer are gone, the Nords rule as descendants of old Atmora, There is nothing beautiful of the Ancients left in the degenerated beasts of the new Falmer.But the prayer still echos, amidst the eternal and atemporal river that flows in on itself, and the wheels of Prophecy begin to turn anew. A blazing eye that lights the world turns towards the north, to the genesis of this great undoing, and so it is that in Sarthaal's halls, A body drops to the floor in a burst of sunlight.>Please select one [1] Boon>He rises with a spear in hand, gleaming with unearthly white light. The spear of Encroaching Frost, a relic of bygone days that bites with the chill of winter and renders those it strikes more vulnerable to the cold.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6409159>Don't. Direct everything to the pumps, what lives here will suffocate on the air, and you will clean the rest yourself. Besides, this will preserve the defenders for when you might later need them.It will give the Falmer something to do as well that doesn't involving damage the stuff we can repurpose and we still need to find the command center in order to reprogram everything anyway.
>>6409159>Don't. Direct everything to the pumps, what lives here will suffocate on the air, and you will clean the rest yourself. Besides, this will preserve the defenders for when you might later need them.Flesh is cut and chitin is pierced easier than betrayer's brass.>>6409160Good to know.>Yes, Some of the falmer tunnels do go under the sea. Kinda skavenish.If we wanted to go towards Winterhold or Riften from Nranthum, would it be faster to travel through the falmer tunnels or on the surface?
>>6409261It'd be faster through direct movement overland, but the tunnels are [usually] secure and unlikely to meet anything that'd hamper you.
>>6409159>>Don't. Direct everything to the pumps, what lives here will suffocate on the air, and you will clean the rest yourself. Besides, this will preserve the defenders for when you might later need them.
>>6409221>>6409261>>6409740>Don'tFighting the surviving denzins of the ruins yourselves.Locked.
