The world doesn’t care whether you’re ready. The Dungeons certainly don't.
Well, if you run something else could you kindly ping it here?
>>6431904>>6431974There will be no second chance for Kim Yeongya. However, I can make a new thread and transfer the "Fall of Chicago" quest to a new MC. I will post it tomorrow.>>6431862There's no need to take care of them. Cupnoodles, the Discord user who raided the quest, will be made the new MC's maid.
>>6432155>Cupnoodles, the Discord user who raided the quest, will be made the new MC's maid.As a prostate specialist, his knowleadge will be valuable
>>6432147>Well, if you run something else could you kindly ping it here?>>6432503>>6432503>>6432503
>>6432155This is me.
Previous Thread: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2026/6358836/First Thread: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6212686/>Your party goes on a tour of a spooky mansion.>Your group finds a meth lab, also the anomaly>You return to base, and eventually find your tour guide was turned into a zombie.>It's the weekend!>Time to go shopping!
>>6440866No worries, glad you had a good time. See you tomorrow!
You say that Zul was able to come up with a pretty convincing disguise so you imagine Swebe would be able to come up with something."Oh my GOD, so like, Zul is literally, like, a super well-respected researcher? So like, OBVIOUSLY she gets all the cute gadgets, like, as if I would even get them. And like, I totally remember? She uses, like, an Anthro-holo field array? It's SO not fair." Swebe says annoyed.You can't say you know what that is."It's like, basically, like, a personal invisibility field device?" Swebe explains. "Like, instead of making you invisible It literally just, like, masks a fairy’s body so it looks like a human? You guys literally went to the human world yesterday, right? Like, I am SO jealous right now, I literally cannot even. Like, you probably saw, actual trees and stuff? And like, drank coffee from a sipping cup? Ugh, I'm like, totally dying. As if I had to stay here and do, like, nothing. Whatever, I'm SO over it. But like, tell me EVERYTHING, okay??"To be fair, you were always sort of a shut-in so you can't say that you have a lot of experience on how wonderful the world is. This doesn't really seem like the time to talk about that so instead you mention how to you the fairy world seems much more exciting. The human world is bound by all sorts of silly rules like cause and effect, and natural laws. There is pretty much only humans as an intelligent species. There isn't magic, and the level of technology doesn't come close to matching what the fairy world has."Oh my GOD, like, I totally bet you're just trying to keep me from going so you can, like, keep all the hotties for yourself? As if! Or like, maybe you're like, totally afraid I'll find someone? Like, are you worried or what?" Swebe teases. "I'm like, literally just about done here? So like, thanks for all the help, I guess!"What do you do?
>>6441301i mean, she probably doesnt really need all the fancy stuff to get out, some deep makeup foundations, something to cover her ears and she could probably pass like a very short woman, its not like dwarf people dont exist, if Zul could walk around without getting any attention to herself, i dont see any reason for Swebe not to do the same.
>>6441308Agreed. +1>>6441301Suggest that, offer to show her around sometime if she can whip something up, and head off.
>>6441301Just go there during Halloween, or some sort of comic or anime event...There are other events where people have all sorts of weird getups, but /those/ "fairies" are best not mentioned.
6 Years after the Emperor's death at Endor, the once unstoppable Galactic Empire has been shattered, left as WARLORDS prowling the galaxy, Squabbling over the remains of a dying system. Rapidly sweeping in is the NEW REPUBLIC, who have liberated the core, and brought back peace to many sections of the galaxy. Hope for a brighter future fills the minds of many of the New Republic’s finest, with a light finally at the end of the tunnel, but an unknown future ready to change the fate of the galaxy again….
>>64306151 having been>Have the LAATs break through and try to silence the Siloes before they get another volley off.and 2 being>Keep the LAATs with the fleet, we need something to help in case those freighters prove more trouble then initially expected.
The gunships spin up, and form a protective screen with the fleet, lining beam guns and bracing to fight a very rapid defensive action.Roll me 1d100+10(+10 for Fire Superiority)Bests of 3
Rolled 84 + 10 (1d100 + 10)>>6430618
Rolled 10 + 10 (1d100 + 10)>>6430618
Rolled 57 + 10 (1d100 + 10)>>6430618
NEW YORK CITY, PRESENT DAYSounds of battle echo across the war-torn cityscape. The few heroes left standing fight desperately; this has become far more than just a battle for justice and the balance of the world. People used to joke about it, dismissing it as nothing more than a passing idea. With such a staggering number of supervillains compared to heroes, why didn't they all just team up and tip the scales in their favor? It used to be nothing but a joke—nobody thought it would ever become a serious issue.Hundreds of fallen heroes litter the streets of New York City. Prominent figures from every division of the Avengers, the X-Men, and even smaller-scale groups like the Defenders all lie defeated. The few heroes left standing continue to fight desperately. Those who once clung tightly to their secret identities no longer care to hide them in this dire ultimatum.A ragged, out-of-breath Spider-Man battles a horde of villains on the horizon. He no longer says anything, focused only on his breathing and the fight in front of him. He just has to hold them off a little longer.At first, this seemed like nothing more than Mole Man carrying out his usual routine of trying to sink New York into the ground. The Fantastic Four were the first on the scene. Very quickly, however, the team realized this wasn't one of his usual attempts. No, this wasn't about burying the city—it was a strike from below.That was when the first wave of villains began."Pete, please hang in there. It won't be much longer," a desperate Richards says to Spider-Man over one of the hundreds of communicators handed out to the other heroes.There's no response back, only the sounds of pain from a poor boy fighting like his life depends on it.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6437824Don't forget to archive this
>>6437824Still around?
>>6439393He started a different quest which immediately got overrun by edgy summerfags trying to derail it, it's called Criminal Quest.
>>6439395Fuck me... GGs I guess
>>6439404Yeah, bummer, but I have no desire to RP as a rapist. Excited for when this one is back though.
Zeul burns. The throneworld of the Shan-Vui Empire smolders in the fires of war as the gargantuan dreadnought housing the artificial intelligence that had nearly crushed the empire, Megalith, crashes into the planet. As the world fractures from the impact. The valiant defenders of the empire turn their attention to those who were able to flee the annihilation before them. Elsewhere voices clash as the fate of a historied planet and its people again dream of rising their own banner above their conquerors. At the border of the empire, a vile confederation of marauders and pirates prepare to sink their teeth into the dying beast that attempted to snuff them out. Finally, on an airless moon bathed in only the faintest of a dim star’s light, terminals glow to life to answer their creator’s final message.Pick one>Remnant Fleet: The various ships that remain of Zeul’s defenses, the Imperial Fleet, the civilian vessels fleeing Megalith, and the last of the Imperial Family>Anvera Provisional Government: The planet of Anvera has had a storied past with the Shan-Vui Empire, now in its collapse various groups from all spectrums argue about the planet’s fate.>Pirate Confederation: Fighting against the Empire for centuries of its existence, one warband has managed to lead the others in ravaging the lands of their mutual enemy.>Last Command: secreted away on a small planetoid, a backup of Megalith’s processing powers and advance armaments receives their final order from Megalith before its demise.
>>6432668>>Move towards the Vahn Jeim system
>>6432668>Move towards the Vahn Jeim system
This intrusion demands closer investigation. The Last Command rallies its ships together, Good Friday remaining in the sector in its completed ship to continue working on the remains of the 15th Fleet. As the warships arrive at the system’s edge, the Ahuras deploy from their carriers, streaking into the void ahead of the larger vessels and any orders. The Last command digests the footage returned of the warmechs effortlessly silencing the stationary defenses ringing the perimeter. Scouting ahead, the mechs catch sight of a patrol the images scrutinized to match the roster of the Imperial 3rd and 12th Fleet. While mostly unchanged and undamaged, the Last Command takes note of a new symbol painted on the sides of the vessel besides the emblem of the Imperial Navy. An ancient helmet design from the Barons Intergalactic Treaty. As part of the Last Command is put to analyzing the significance of the symbol, the rest of it’s powers are put to use developing a strategy>Allowing the Ahuras to deep strike Vahn Jeim>Bombard the ships>Make a focused breakthrough against the fleets>Write-in
>>6436743>>Bombard the ships
>>6436743>Allowing the Ahuras to deep strike Vahn Jeim
It's the year 20XX. The discovery and creation of Minovsky Particles has allowed resulted the rapid advance of countless technologies the likes of which the world had never seen before. However, no field was more effected by the discovery than the field of "Mecha Model Building".Through introducing Minovsky Particles into already existing VR Boards, humans were able to finally make the dream of countless Mecha Otaku a reality: Bringing the models they build as a hobby to life...so they can brawl!Thanks to this, an entirely new hobby has emerged. One where people of all ages take their models into game stores, schools clubs, and even international tournaments across the world. Where they bring their models and battle against each other in high octane, emotionally charged battles, where the winner takes all! Their reasons for fighting are as wide as the ocean. But every single person, called Battlers, shares one thing: Their passion for the sport, the love for their hobby, and the drive to prove themselves the best of the best. And here, in this Quest, you will be one of them.>TL;DR: This is a Quest set in a world similar to the Gundam Build Fighters Universe. However, instead of it only being about Gundams and Mecha from Gundam Series, this is more akin to a Super Robot Wars Universe. Which means both Real and Super Robots from across time are part of this Setting and able to be used in battle. >Note: I am no way a Loremaster in regards to Mecha Anime/Manga/Whatever. I have seen quite a few Mecha Animes, read a few Mecha Manga, and played through at least two SRW games while reading Let’s Play of about 4. I know some things but I don’t know a lot. So, forgive me if I have to Wiki up certain bots that I may not know of.>This Setting is technically “Original” in that there isn’t really a version of it in any kind of Official Media. However, it’s still not and in Fanfic territory as the world is similar to the Gundam Build Fighters World. I.E. It’s basically Heaven for all the characters from various Real Robot and Super Robot Animes/Mangas/Whatever. So, don’t expect this Quest to get super-duper dark or anything like that. It’s gonna be Shonen Style from start to finish.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6434008+1
>>6434008Supporting
>>6433974>>...Is he seroius?
Dead quest
>>6440034Unfortunately
Batman is real and on Earth... New supers are having problems with their powers and Green Lantern is leading the rest of the Justice League to be reborn...How do you guide them?
The new supes just started being the Legion of Superheroes. Yes, this is happening on our Earth >Mano
>>6419955>>6419972Not nearly enough info, my man, try again and this time with feeling. I have no clue where to go.
>>6419955>As Batman, I decide to take pre-emptive measure against my greatest Foe to show him the horrors of his life of Crime:>I rape the Joker.
It was early in the evening in the facility, the sound of chatting staff filling the halls, as they left the test chambers, the containment chambers they monitored or the laboratories they were working in. Amongst the evening rush was Lexie, a lone guardswoman who stretched her arms as she returned to the small soldier barracks she was stationed at. After walking for a good while, avoiding other staff and transport vehicles, she scanned her work card for the evening and headed to her bed. As she lied down, she let out a sigh before grabbing a book, her getting a few pages in before suddenly being interrupted. "Well, you seem to be brimming with energy, huh." An eager and somewhat female voice responded, Lexie putting her book away and responding: "What, am I not allowed to take things easy after a long day of work, Mel?"Lexie looked up and saw her friend, Melaine, standing there with a confident smile. The raven haired girl would sit beside her friend on bed, before responding: "Of course you are. I just was hoping we could chat a bit. You know, you could tell me how things are going with Keiko whilst I tell you a bit about Aello. In fact, I had a most eventful day with Aello, her testing out her telekinetic abilities on a variety of objects." Melaine spoke a bit teasingly, Lexie letting out a scoff. "I presume that shithead Roraima wasn't there?" Melaine shook her head and took a more annoyed tone. "If that asshole was there, I wouldn't be nearly as happy as I am right now, hm? In fact, I'd be ranting and raving about him now. Naaah, it was just a test with her caretaker and the rest of us watching." Lexie nodded in turn, seeming a bit more reassured. "Fair enough..." There was a bit of silence, before Melaine gave her friend a soft bump with her elbow. "Hey, one of the guys working with Aello said... they are thinking of moving to a different subject. Maybe this'll be your chance to join me in a subject you really wanna spend more time with?" Melaine was trying to be optimistic for her friend, knowing that she wanted to look after the same harpy subject really badly. Of course, Lexie was a bit less optimistic, responding a little hesitantly. "I mean, I'd love to be reassigned. Hell, I even sent out that request a while ago... but like, I don't know if I feel comfortable leaving Keiko behind now. She's really sweet and has struggled to come out of her shell, and I'm starting to get to know her." Lexie let out a sigh before looking away. "Honestly, I may just go back and take that request back if possible. Or just say no when I get offered something new." Melaine nodded in turn, before confidently adding: "Well, whatever choice you make, I'll be there to support you!" Lexie showed a relieved smile, before the two started chatting about Aello and Keiko. Eventually, the two also decided to get some food from the nearby guardsmen cafeteria. Though as they were about to leave, Lexie and Melaine would be stopped by a scientist.
It was a bit disappointing that this experiment didn't do much for Morgan and the armour on her body. But there was at least the silver lining that she'd be able to help set up ideal defences for your positions. Or, creating protective gear for some of your men and subjects. Regardless, your men kept chatting about Morgan's armour and their weaponry, Morgan also taking some interest in the guns and even asking what made the anti-material rifle so powerful to Artyom. It'd not take long before you returned to base, where most of your men seemed ready to head to bed. Some were already lying in their tents, napping a bit, whilst others like Lars were just cleaning up the place and preparing for tomorrow. You told your men to stay here whilst you picked up Haje and the others. "Might wanna hurry up. Some of us are gonna fall asleep before we can figure out the guard rotation, at this rate." Derek teasingly remarked from his tent, you in turn hurrying over to Haje and the other girls. You'd calmly approach the second Mona 'funeral', finding your girls eagerly chatting with Haje and supporting her. "I am certain Mona would have been most relieved to know you were by the side of other subjects she created." You heard Kaenum remark, before making your presence known. "Ah, hey Mik!" Oreas happily said. "So, how was the practice stuff you were doing with Morgan?" Codaline asked inquisitively, you letting them know everything was going well and that it was time to head back to base and figure out guard rotation. "Ah, of course. Let's go everyone! We shouldn't keep everyone waiting!" Kenai eagerly said, you deciding to reward the eager wolf subject with a pat on the head and a remark she was a good girl. Kenai actually seemed surprised, before you saw her tail start to wag and her smiling even more brightly than before. The girls looked on in amusement as you gave Kenai a few more headpats, you stopping after a short moment before leading everyone back to base.Once everyone was back at base at last, you stated that Pyrena was a major point of interest for the current guard rotation. She was still nearby, watching you and you wanted to make sure everyone was well aware that she was no threat. In fact, during your explanation, you asked Lars if he still had some food left over which Pyrena could enjoy. "Uhhhh, I got a bit still left over? It's not much, but... it might do." You nodded, before stating that you wanted your men to hand it over to Pyrena if she ever got close. Or to at the very least place it down near wherever she was spotted. Your men nodded understandingly, before you stated that guard rotation still had to be figured out as well. "So, will we just go with two people at once every half an hour or something? Or should we go with three people at once instead, given just how many people we have in our group now?" Anon asked calmly, all eyes going to you.
>What do you do next?>Set up the guard rotation for your group. It'd be much easier and quicker to just create couples yourself than to let everyone pick whoever they'd be working with and when they'd be on guard duty. (Write in how you set up the guard duty schedule and couples.)>Let everyone figure out who they wanted to work with and in what order. Your group had plenty of people who could find someone to work together with and easily follow guard duty with.>Ask one of the girls if you could sleep by their side. Maybe you could give Haje some comfort, or spend time with one of your first subjects like Chrys or Oreas. Or you could spend some time giving Kaenum some gentle comfort. (Write in who you ask to share a bed with.)>Something else...
>>6441273What the fuck of overkill? There is only underkill and barely enough kill.>Let everyone figure out who they wanted to work with and in what order. Your group had plenty of people who could find someone to work together with and easily follow guard duty with.We'll let people sort themselves out, we've got enough we'll do fine with volunteers, just so long as we can make an actual list out of it. One subject and one human at a time is preferable, no more than two hours per pair. This means you too, Vinisha.>Ask one of the girls if you could sleep by their side. Maybe you could give Haje some comfort, or spend time with one of your first subjects like Chrys or Oreas. Or you could spend some time giving Kaenum some gentle comfort.Come here, Kaenum.I wonder what Kaenum's psych eval of us is. I imagine we're under a lot of stress and uncertainty right now.
>>6441273>>Let everyone figure out who they wanted to work with and in what order. Your group had plenty of people who could find someone to work together with and easily follow guard duty with.>>Ask one of the girls if you could sleep by their side. Maybe you could give Haje some comfort, or spend time with one of your first subjects like Chrys or Oreas. Or you could spend some time giving Kaenum some gentle comfort. (Write in who you ask to share a bed with.)Let's stay by Haje side tonight, assuming she won't mind our someone else hasn't offered. Perhaps we could make her relax and have a nice sleep tonight.
Nicola went to Naamah to acquired the form of love. To what she think that was? When she over-heard the revised version of that 'fanfic' that Anderson wrote. She even 'rope' in Anderson along. To 'sign' the contract with her. . .Naamah still has to do more paperwork after this..
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.You're gearing up to head for the Final Battle™, so right now you're just chilling back at the guild. You've had quite a nap.
Rolled 55 (1d100)>>6441178I'm gonna be honest, I was confused with that one too.
Rolled 36 (1d100)>>6441178Get him! Beat him up and give him a wedgy
>>6441181Anon joins the NIght Knight in deciphering whatever that other anon meant
Rolled 98 (1d100)>>6441268Could it be... A double fake!?
Rolled 49 (1d100)>>6441268In the far off corner. The original double wizard seem to revealed herself to her former apprentice by doing a neat magic trick.
"Would it be ok to fuck a beaver if it was smart enough to consent?" The Arch-Arch-Arch-Sage enlightened thus its most devoted students.
Balls
Beavers
Still considering coming back to this one, I just have to can a few things first. Adora vult indeed.
>>6435355InshAdora
>>6435355That's great news. Will be there if you decide to continue!
AUGUST 23RD, 1994The beating hot, summer atmosphere is suffocating in this area of the woods, the brightly lit greenery surrounds your family. The occasional squirrel or chipmunk pauses in the background, only momentarily before escaping your sight. The family picnic is today! You walk happily along the trail, your hand in your mothers, followed by your dad and your brother moving side by side in front of you. Looking up at your mom, she's so pretty. Your young eyes focus on her features, her short, curly, dark hair sits perfectly on her. "Mom!" You cry out excitedly, escaping her grip for just a mere moment.You don't waste any time, your little feet pound the dirt at a near rapid pace. Yeah, you found the perfect spot just now.Mom sighs, "aren't you a little too young to be this competitive, Alex?" She asks, before giving your head a rub. You laugh in response, you love going out with your family on these days, school is nearly about to start, summer is almost over, your first year of school at Rickmond Public Elementary school is about to begin. You shyly and secretly vow to yourself you're going to have the most fun on this trip in the world!Some time passes, the sun narrows on the horizon. Your older brother and dad have done most of the work on setting up camp, your mom spends her time keeping her eye on you as they work away during this time. He's a sight to behold, your brother is much older than you are, he has such a broad stature. His physique is comparable to one of the superheroes from your books! Your father puts his hand on his shoulder and an appreciative nod.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6418036PART 2/2You fall to your knees, you're face to face with your boy, or, what's become of him that is. He's alive and still breathing, though just barely. Stripped completely free of his clothes, his body is bruised and beaten nearly beyond recognition. His shoulders are pulled from both their sockets and his face is lacerated with different strange fluids coating it. dad.. he says weakly, passing out after.The muscles in your body tighten and strain from the anger circulating inside of you. "I'm so sorry, James," you tell him, embracing his broken body with a hug. You go to lift him up, only for his limp body to struggle breathing as you assist him. The boy is tortured, broken, nearly dead. Something in you tells you that there's not much hope of him making it out of this, is it worth bringing him all the way back to camp? How would Kim and Alex react to him this way. Trying to cope with the reality of the situation, you try to muster the best course of action.>Carry James back to campComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6418037>Carry James back to campIf there's a hope... even a small one... we gotta try
>>6418037>Carry James back to camp:(
>>6418037>Carry James back to camp
>>6416902Thanks for running.
Déja vu, that fleeting sensation when one's perceptions of the immediate, present scene, find themselves eerily overlapping with record already committed to memory. Some would regard it as a glitch of the mind, others as an ephemeral brush of something more; few would go as far as to liken it to a glitch of the universe itself.For yourself, Henri Ford, xenoarchaeologist by calling, freelancer by circumstance, the sensation or perhaps something similar surfaced at various times, both during your stays in civilized systems as well as when delving into ancient precursor structures, your mind primed to recognize familiar patterns as well as to discover new ones. It was not that often that these two broad categories would overlap.Right now was one of those times, as you clung to outside of the skycar as Kris was gently guiding it down the streets of the Citadel, structures still showing battle damage yet dark and eerily deserted. Before the Reapers came, you did not expect to see the Citadel, seat of galactic civilization, in this state - although you were far from dismissing such a notion in some distant future. Then the Reapers did come, and then you did not expect to see the Citadel again at all, instead throwing yourself into the fray of the desperate fight for survival against the ancient machines - or perhaps synthetic amalgams, as it turned out.Be that as it may, the Reapers have been unmade, but Citadel's troubles have not. And after going through a wild sequence of disparate adventures, you found yourself and your crew recruited to solve yet another puzzle, this time on ground that just months ago was a bustling metropolis suspended in the haze of the Serpent Nebula.Between the tumultuous recent history, swinging wildly between despair, hope, elation and revelation of a new possible crisis and new looming threats, some brand new, others resurfacing with the common enemy gone, between more personal guilt and elation at learning that your family - your mother and father - both survived the galactic crisis, you decide to take matters one step at a time, starting with the one that is right next to you, across the canopy of the car.
It's ridiculous, one would have thought a Cerberus hideout would be better insulated against rain leaking in from the outside.Luckily there is someone here to brush the annoying drops away."Hari. My little Hari.""I told you not to call me that, mom." You protest with no force behind your words.***You are Tuferson Kris, a Krogan, a special consultant for the Citadel Institute for Xenoarchaeology and a friend of someone who clearly needs some time to deal with his family business. Henri went to hug what was presumably his mother and his father seemed to also have abandoned the somewhat reserved persona to join in, his companions watching the scene with some degree of empathy or wistfulness. You could swear even the sword wielding woman allowed herself a hint of a smile before catching your gaze and resuming her neutral expression.Sentimental creatures, those humans. The sight does nothing for you, obviously, and you certainly don't find yourself wondering what Tuchanka looks like right now with the Shroud destroyed. No point in dwelling on things you can't change, right? Not that you would be dwelling on anything, you had work to do. Right.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"...format drift in the records, do you think you could wring it into shape?" One voice says, a slightly overweight middle aged man sitting behind a desk, his eyes focused on a file projected onto the terminal in front of him."The ETL helper didn't catch it? Send me a cap and a pointer, I'll - Ah, I see. Huh. This is going to take some effort. Can you move onto the next batch in the meantime?" Second voice, this one belonging to a woman roughly in the same age range, her loose ponytail of strawberry blonde hair bobbing as she skimmed the display of her own terminal."Yeah, no worries and thanks." The man slides the file off to the side and notices the two of you for the first time and his focused expression eases into a smile as recognition dawns in his eyes. "Kris! You're alive!""Kris!" The woman looks up from her display as well, lighting up alongside her colleague. "That means so is Henri, right?""Joe. Joan." You recognize the two CIX workers with a nod, all cool and casual like. You definitely don't have to push back anything unkroganlike, you just allow a smile to form naturally. "Yeah, he's catching up with his family." You hesitate for just a moment. "It's, uh, good to see you in one piece, too.""You bet! I can't believe we made it. Miss Yoake really pulled our asses out of the fire. Thank you again, miss."The swordswoman allowed herself a small smile as she nodded at the man."Kris! Marvelous. I was wondering when you two would show up." A new voice booms into the exchange as the door in the back of the room closes behind another man, clad in simple scientists' coveralls, same as Joe and Joan. His hair was black peppered with gray, his expression comfortable in a wide, delighted smile, one of the two distinct patterns you recall the man showing, the other one being a furrowed brow as he examines a new artifact.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Professor's expression switches to the thoughtful mode. "They have been, haven't they? Wait, where was I again...?" There's an awkward moment when you struggle to realign yourself and remind yourself where you are and what you are here for, Joe and Joan likewise looking for words and Yoake simply observing the reunion with controlled, neutral expression. Before you can come up with something to says, professor Stahlberg relaxes again. "I'm sorry, I was just in the middle of going over my notes on a particular ruin when I heard the commotion. If it's important, I'll let you know. For now, though - welcome back, son!"Professor quickly covers the distance in a few energetic strides and gives you a quick hug. You're pretty sure he doesn't consider you an actual son and it's just how older humans address their professional juniors in familiar settings."You're not here to tell me of your adventures yet, though, aren't you? You're here about that mess - right, I know now. I was trying to find references to Keepers and got side-tracked. Did you know this place is built around a disconnected Keeper terminal? Those Cerberus shits were up to something, but their work may end up of help yet. If we can get to it, that is.""Wait, what was that about Keeper terminal?" You ask, trying to keep up with the leaps in logic and intuition of the older scientist."This facility was a research cell." Yoake speaks up. "I knew it was involved with Citadel tech and possibly Keepers, but it has been defunct since..." There was a barely perceptible pause, but you caught it. "...the coup attempt.""Well, I took a look around after miss Yoake gracefully allowed us to take shelter here. Sadly, I was not able to reach actionable conclusions so far. There's just so many threads to pursue... well, now that you and Henri are here, we have two more heads to toss at the problem.""That's why we're here." You nod, and consider what would the best use of your time be...>Ask the professor to show you to the Keeper terminal. You can take a look at it with your omnitool.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6437786>>Ask Yoake to show you to the facility computer, perhaps with help of the two nerds up in the ship you could dig through what's left of Cerberus files.Gather and build off of what the others have learned.
>>6437786>Ask Yoake to show you to the facility computer, perhaps with help of the two nerds up in the ship you could dig through what's left of Cerberus files.The Alliance/Council is probably going to want to get some more nerds down here.
drop ur d&d chars, ill try to write a little something between them and my character!
BTW mythical steve is chaotic good
>>6417350Hey
>>6417350Warforged Bard named JINGLE 4. Don't ask what happened with their predecessors.
>>6417531when the towns people spoke in whispers of an automata, scion didnt know what to expect. really, he expected anything but this hulking thing, rust staining its hands, something that made noise with every step. upon approaching the great warforged, scion could only stare up at it with a hesitant peek. when it preformed, the elf flinched, and the townsfolk gasped. its workings were like a tamborine stretched too tight, a marvel of engineering.
>>6417519Marcie(evil): Hey, you, peeping elf! Help me with these stubborn fags! I can only kill two persons a day without the police barging in!Marcie drags the elf to the stand.https://files.catbox.moe/gqypoa.png
The Idea: This is a sandbox-style interactive writing game designed to test your character creation, dialogue flow, and scene formatting. My main character, Hector, is currently moving toward a fixed goal: finding the source of a dead body's stench in a Nevada salvage yard. Along his path, he encounters your characters. Your character lives, acts, and speaks entirely inside this sandbox.-Communication Style: To speak out-of-character (OOC) to critique writing style, suggest plot shifts, or give feedback, wrap your text in parentheses: (Like this).-Fractal Writing Mechanics: Every sentence is its own micro-story; every full narrative is just a fractal expansion of a single line. Contributions of any size—from a single gerund phrase, to a punchy sentence to a short story—are welcome.-The Hook: Surviving the 404Every thread has an expiration date. In this sandbox, the 404 error is an active, inevitable apocalyptic event. Your character only survives if they can stick with the group and transition to the next thread before this one gets pruned.I have already mapped out the destination for the next thread. Once our core group of writers settles in, the next destination and survival objective will be chosen by the posters using a 'get' competition. "Surviving the 404" can mean anything you want: jumping through a localized spacetime portal, scrambling to outrun an incoming nuclear strike, or locking down ina survivalist bunker. Your sole objective is to survive alongside the rest of the cast.Who can you play? Anyone. You can write an original creation, a historical figure, or an introspective character consumed by absolute existential ennui.The Golden Rule: You can harm or hinder other characters, but you cannot kill or maim another writer's character. Everyone controls their own physical agency.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6416881>>6416871>>6416867>>6416859[SCENE CONTINUES]Hector, walking for about 30 minutes over worn gravel. The desert's sudden rain shower, pelted his fair skin. Cooled off from the heat, and feeling better after the sip of water, Hector looked around.Behind him, he looked with both his eyes and ears. Nothing was seen nor heard. No sign of that girl or what ever was on the ridge.To his right he thought he heard some rustling noise near some old cars. Past a purple the flower patch near the dead body was a Dodge car. The area around the body smelled like death was near or here. "Look Too", Hector remembered the voice. See, hear, and smell too. Probably a rat or a cat, Hector though. It's Vegas so maybe its the rat pack, the cool cats. Dean Martin and Sinatra, and the other guy. Hector's mind flashed back to concealment training. He remembered what his instructor said to him: "Remember: Look too'. ".Hector, looking up ahead, sees a bunch of rocks assembled in the form of sticks shooting from the ground. Might be the lingering effects of the recent dizzy spells and feeling like waking up at the exact time and place you where a movement ago but everything was different. Those shapes of sticks up maybe 3 miles a ahead had strange colors.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
[THE SANDBOX GET]Welcome to the roll section. We are using standard two-die (2d6) mechanics here. To break down the math for you: hitting a standard challenge roll gives you an 80% chance of basic outcomes, while hitting a DUBS roll sits at a crisp 20% chance. To put that in perspective for everyday life, you have an 80% chance that your car's turn signal is telling the absolute truth, and a 20% chance that the driver ahead of you has been cruising with his left blinker flashing since 2019. We use these grammar tools in natural conversation every day, but executing them on purpose to create a deliberate narrative effect is how we sharpen our writing skills. Roll your dice and follow your GETS assignment below:ROLLS: 2: - [SNAKE EYES] Jackpot! Pure character freedom. Write anything you want, OR drop a sudden flashback memory to reveal something about your character's past. 3: - Gerund phrases. As the author, use a gerund phrase (an "-ing" phrase acting as a noun, e.g., "Running late wasn't an option"). 4: - Verb phrases. As the author, use a verb phrase (e.g., "had been waiting"). 5: - Noun phrases. As the author, use a noun phrase (e.g., "The old wooden desk"). Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Just a thought. We need a Ted Kasinsky ty[e character. I might conjure one up if no one is interested in either being the uncle Ted or being a guy like Uncle Ted.Pic is who uncle Ted is.
Respectfully, I think you need to spend more time playing in some other quests to get a feel for what people are expecting. This all feels really unintuitive and disjointed.
>>6416839(Thanks for running.)>>6432235(You need to use parentheses or the QM won't see.)
Humankind has finally begun its eminence over the world.The nations are thriving, populations are booming, and the peoples of the surface have finally been granted the freedom and comfort to pursue finer pursuits like music, art, and crafting of frivolous things like toys and trinkets. At day, the Lights Above protect the world as they always have, and, even at night, their illumination is now harnessed to protect the settlements of man from the abyssal hordes. This peace, however, has been thrown into doubt.Something is brewing beneath earth, out of the sight of the Lights Above. Cultists worshipping the Core and its false gods have been exploding in population, more and more Magecorps being corrupted to their cause. Monster activity has heightened, and the rate of their mutation has increased. Nobody quite knows how to explain all of these coinciding phenomena, but almost everyone can agree on this— whatever's happening, it cannot be good.You, for better or for worse, are on the frontlines of this developing battlefield. Your party, the Dawnseekers is a relatively new Corps from a relatively new guild. Serving under the Dawnstone, your merry band of Spelldivers, for their own personal reasons, have opted to risk their lives to combat the Core's darkness. You, regardless of motive, are humanity's first line of defense.Link to relevant information including mechanics, equipment, and spell sigils: https://rentry.org/spelldivers
Rolled 4 (1d14)>>6438377Just a few steps away from Cynthia's feet, small cracks in the floor and the smell of hot sulfur serve as clear portents of imminent danger. Her nagging fear of volcanoes now being justified, she quickly leaps away like a cornered rabbit.>Ladybird moves 1F1E>Ladybird casts Cyronic Spittle as shown (rolling now to see how many ice tiles I can place)>Ladybird skuttle moves as far as possible in direction F>Cynthia casts Electrum Wings, moving as shown, opting to avoid any hazards.(I'll post the diagram after the roll is decided)Cynthia (5 HP, 4 MOV, 6 DC, 2 ICE Resistance, 2 FIRE Vulnerability):Current Status: 5/5 HPComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6439103Thought I removed the old diagram... I get only one ice tile.
>>6438778>>6438784>>6438778Aaaaaa switching Barrier target to Wintry
Rolled 1, 1, 1 + 2 = 5 (3d2 + 2)>>6438377HP 8/8 | DC 6 | Move 5Focus: Grimoire (RS 9, +1 PWR)Hieroshield: Hawk (+2 Range)Magecloth: SteelsewnSpells:Elucidating Orb [Runespace: 0, 2d6+3, Range 12, PWR -2] [ELEMENT: NONE]>Effect:Magelight>Form:Ricochet>Modifiers:Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Apologies for the extended absence everyone. I've been exceptionally busy irl. I've just now returned home, so expect regular updates again hopefully resuming tonight
