“Honestly, I could name a thousand reasons: I don’t like Prometheus, and I don’t trust him to mold me like a piece of clay. I’m not you, and I don’t want to be— hell, I don’t think I’d even deserve to be.”“You wouldn’t-”“There’s only one person in the world I’d want to trust my soul with,” you interrupt, “And it isn’t your dead boyfriend. I have things I worked hard for that I want to keep, people who I really want to stay dead, and I owe a debt of gratitude to the Architect for giving me this opportunity in the first place. I like power, I like having more than other people, but, more than anything…I want to be free, and I want to be myself. If that means I don’t get to be happy, then, fuck it, who even needs to be? I have a more powerful impetus.”You spread your arms wide, the fake soul of the fake you conjured by the Grand Art creaking and chipping beneath the pressure exerted by your real might, crimson light pouring through the breaks like water from the cracks in a porcelain vase. Arms painfully burst from your back, skin tearing and blood pouring out from the ruins of your tattered sweater. The limbs flex their freshly minted muscle, caressing the soft, tender pink skin, newborn, almost infantile despite their long, sinister build, You topple forward for a moment the weight cracking your spine under its crushing weight until your body reorganizes itself, reinforcing and regenerating shattered bone and torn sinew with metal and divinity, your skeleton shivering and popping as your new anatomy settles into place.“...I see. Well, it was a free choice, a true choice, so a number of possibilities exist. I guess this just happens to be one where things turned out wrong.”“You’re too vertical, both of you,” you sneer, “Your world is dead. The man who killed himself was someone you never knew, and he died for someone he never met. As far as I’m concerned, all of those “what if”s are only as real as any other predictive model. A glorified simulation, really. Well, if it’s any consolation, I believe your wish to have been granted before you ever made it: you have never been me, and you never will be.”The other you remains silent, but you press on, the constructed world tearing away as your Impetus overrides the Grand Art, its caster no longer present to protect it from your will. Your body lifts into the air, scarlet fetters burst from your fingertips, slowly taking the qualities of the Sunset, first hard to notice, vermillion and magenta, then, less subtle, gold, lilac, blue, white, black. The chains bind to the fabric of the incomplete reality itself, each wild movement of your arms tearing out another piece.
Firstly, thank you all for the well wishes. I really am grateful for not only the fact that you stayed to read, but that all of you contributed with incredible write-ins and speculation. Again, I really couldn't have done it without you.I've decided I might as well throw out some bonus scenes since you guys seem to have wanted a few. I'll release one now, and probably post the next in a couple days. Before that, though, to answer >>6326447's question:Yeah, I did have a decent chunk of stuff planned for various side characters in case they came up more often. I had whole potential arcs etched out for subordinates like Lethe or Brigita, other world powers like Yama or Hades, and even, indeed, for cannon fodder like Epimetheus or the Boar. Of course, I didn't have a TON planned for the former specifically, since I was really sure you guys were gonna kill him, but Dorota did inherit (a modified version of) his powers which also may have come up if you spent more time with her.Anyway, here's that exit interview >>6326476 asked for:
>>6327594Exit interview: JaneOn the night of the apotheosis, the eclipseless blood moon, the world around you seems bright enough to be lit by day. Of course, the light ought to be crimson, but somehow, here in this little stretch of the world, red filters into gold, which melts into the grey of the clouds and thick vapor hugging the dirt and grass.“Where… am I?”You and the hind stand alone in the misty nowhere, a crossroads deep into the wilderness of the Pacific Northwest. Your presence is vague but all-encompassing, a faint crimson hue and a tinge of iron in the thick fog belie the presence of something less than— or, more accurately, more than mortal. Your control over your vessel and your presence is still ambiguous, your body still becoming accustomed to godhood. Sparks and wisps of tangerine fire burn silently and smokelessly beneath Jane’s feet, their light seeming not to bother her, or even draw her attention, as she is forged from the echoes of her former self, her existence transplanted from a moment past to a moment present. You open your mouth, but close it again— as you are now, your voice alone would almost certainly kill her.You are at the crossroads, my dear. you soundlessly reply, keeping your form obscured in the mist as the temporary anchor writhes and crackles beneath the magnitude of your soul, vermilion light exploding out of your eyes and through fractures in your skin. You temper that divine might, sending it to fuel the flames, but even then a haunting incandescence is visible in your eyes. Surely you remember your own death. Your betrayal. I have taken that supernatural misery from your body, but I can only imagine the extent of the shock and melancholy.Indeed, this Jane is not the person you had spoken to in your soul. Even if you shielded her somewhat, she had become inexorably dyed in your colors, slowly becoming incorporated into the endless sanguine sea. It wasn't truly her, not really, so you had decided instead to bring her back as she was when she died.“Wow, I don't… know what to say. Who are you, if you don't mind my asking? Or, um, is that impolite for, uh, whatever it is you are..?”
>>6327595I have a lot of names. Most all of them would be meaningless to you. Well, it doesn't really matter anymore. you breathlessly sigh, dropping the divine majesty angle and returning to your more usual manner of speaking, Ultimately, your revival is just another aspect of my selfish desire. So, I wanted to give you a choice: I could either revive you as you were, as you died, or I can wipe your slate clean. No memories, no trauma, and a brand new life with brand new people. So, Jane, what will it be?She pauses, her form melting from hart to human, her unflattering, baggy clothes returning to her as her hide shifts into flesh.“I think I’ll go this way,” she smiles, pointing off into the distance. You’ve been dead for a long time. Reintegrating in that environment is gonna be difficult.“I didn't know too many people anyway.”The things you were running away from, using me, are going to still be there when you get back.“Then… maybe you could stay with me?” She replies, seemingly entirely unsurprised at your reveal.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6327596nice
a good end point
Another set of tyrns passes and begins again, bringing with it a new set of challenges. The threat of lunar invasion has passed, and with it a new era of peace begins. Of course such things rarely last. Already the nations of the world dabble in tremendous powers that could alter the world. Stolen lunar technologies, tremendous machines worked powered by magic, the holy light of gods and puppets stitched together from broken spirits. The world lurches toward great change, ready or not.---This a Multiplayer Nation Roleplay! Unfortunately we are full up on players at the moment with no openings expected. Apologies to anyone who wanted to join!> GlobalAcross the land all breathe a sigh of relief as the great silver fortresses of the Lunites march into the ocean, never to be seen again. Even those few who can follow them find no trace a tyrn later.> TurbansGlorious victory at last! Though the battle rages day and night Turban ingenuity has won the day, developing horrific poisons that leave the invaders trembling and flailing while strikes against key locations of their silver fortress has sent it into retreat toward the ocean! Despite the usage of terrible weapons of magical fog the invaders have been driven back! At the height of the battle a great charge of biotitans slam into the fortress and hurl it into the sea! Glory to the Turquoise Turbans! Nothing remains of the invaders save their memory.> VenciaThe great cataloging of Taxmoss is an exciting time for the explorers of Vencia as they cross the foreign jungles on the far side of the Tarn. It is of course also a somewhat terrifying time of course, because such activities inevitably lead into the territories of the Red Wall, a fearsome skrit war thing that is decidedly less friendly than the usual Skrit, it seems quite determined to devour everything in reach in fact. A nutty new gourd is discovered in the jungles, one that curiously grows more like an onion than a normal squash, with most of the plant firmly underground. Getting them pulled free is quite the hassle, fortunately normal Skrit drones are usually handy to help dig them out. When the ants get into the leftover squash left as payment they change color to a curious metallic brown, at least when not near a venk. Is this some sort of magical thing?
>>6342424>Habitun CultThe delicate art of Shadow Portals, creating stable connections between the Here and the Could Have Been has long been a matter of careful mathematics and detailed ritualistic spells. Of course Thaumicite makes so much of it irrelevant, to the chagrin of many an old master. One needs no delicate weave of spell when a hammer of magical force is available to force the issue, and what normally would be impossible to use in an active combat situation has become more readily available. Complex runic spell rings are installed in the palms of the brasswalker, keyed not to well known and charted worlds, but far flung places where madness rules, places of fire and molten rock, frigid astral winds, hellish masses of invasive flesh and strange energies. Such places are normally impossible to maintain connection to, but Thaumicite makes it possible.In more mundane efforts, several new varieties of incense and tracking markers are developed among the geists to aid in border patrol and tracking of assets, some quite obvious, others less so. That many of the more subtle ones are applied to various key documents and personages leads to a number of concerning discoveries.>>6343038>The Tower ArchmageWork begins on a great and powerful beast born of alchemy and magic, the Dragon. Drawing from the ferocious feathered predators of the new world the labs of the Vizari turn their efforts to augmenting the beasts with thaumicite and magical reagents, increasing their size and power to terrifying levels. The grand scope of the project is so vast however that more work remains to keep the creatures stable, far too often the tremendous power within them twists out of control, tearing the creature apart in a fiery explosion that threatens the lives of all nearby when it happens.Ascending to the floating island is no easy task, even for the magically gifted Vizari, but a few daring souls make the ascent and once at the top bind local vines and plant life together into rope ladders that they lower to boats waiting below. Eventually a series of platforms, ladders, pulleys and winches are put together, allowing a steady flow of citizens and supplies to reach the island, where a small settlement arises.Fierce battle rages in the mountains to the south, with golems leading the charge as the Vizari attempt to cross the mountains and assault the fortress. They are driven back however by a horrific hail of iron and lead orbs, launched by some sort of fiery magic that propels them with tremendous force and power, enough to mangle golems. The mountains crawl with sporadic battle as massive blue skinned orcs carrying massive iron rods launch their deadly attacks with concerning speed and power.
>>6342489>UrottiThe Medqa are a delightful addition to the dwarven communities they find themselves in. The great beatles are affectionate and tame creatures, easy to manage and work with, and possessing great strength for the hauling of ore and goods. They take to straw less well than hoped though, the beetles have a great fondness for lumber itself, and are prone to gnawing on fence posts and even walls if a few handfuls of firewood are not tossed in with the rest of their feed. They fare poorly in the colder realms of the north as well, with the dwarves creating great blanket saddles for the creatures that keep both the bug and dwarf rider cosy and warm.A great study of the mysteries of the dwarven realm is undertaken, though perhaps it leads to more mysteries than answers. Records are found in the old tunnels that speak of an ancient dwarven outpost that sat on the surface long ago, trading and maintaining relationships with another great nation that once lived here, whose empire stretched across the land. Within this empire was an organization of what they called vizar, or what in a more modern tongue might be called wizard. Details become sparse, but speak of a great fracturing of the empire as pressure mounted from an external threat, leading to a number of factions struggling internally, with some fleeing to the far west over the ocean, while others went south, or simply hunkered in place. Documents reference all manner of strange events toward the end as the situation deteriorates. Golem takeovers of the ‘Power Core Manifestation Facility’, attempts at ‘parasitic realm psyche connections’, bargaining with ‘Para-elemental entities of greed and avarice’ to acquire ‘key unobtainable magical elements’. There is even a document detailing a plan to threaten the gods themselves with a flood of ‘foul tar of discarded psych’.Security is tightened around the brasswalker.>>6343229>Kingdom of OrdalanThe entreaties of the baron fall flat to the exiles. If he wishes for their aid then he must speak with actions, not words. Is he a man of action, or simply a speaker of sweet words? The time comes soon that he will need to make a choice, to act or to dawdle and talk.The Anelk Aerie rises high above the ground, a graceful structure of branches and homes, part sanctuary and part temple, where the Anelk can live, one with the wind and sky. Here songs of the Chaerda ring forth and anelk are free to practice and meditate on the nature of arrowsong. And yet there is some other influence here, for strange emblems of fire have appeared on the walls and forests around the aerie.The copper mine is expanded on schedule.
>>6343287>Empire of LolunaThe Vencian Rookery comes together swiftly, alongside a fresh clutch of eggs and brooding rocs who will help create the lineage of Vencian rocs. The massive birds promise to usher in a new age of connectedness across the nation, allowing citizens from north to south to visit and communicate.Work begins on a second war stomper as tensions begin to rise along the northern border with the Habitun Cult. At the same time many Lolunan citizens eye their new Krovian neighbors to the east with concern. A little casual murder and accidental dismemberment is all fine and well, but Krovians tend to eat their paperwork on the best of days, and go well over their monthly murder quota on the worst. How long will the Habitun Cult hold their attention before the sharks grow restless?A peculiarity begins to sweep the nation, especially among the menia and polymyria. Emotional outbursts begin ripping through the country as menia find their emotions suddenly surging. Menia quit their jobs in droves, suddenly chasing new passions and dreams, or just having passions and dreams suddenly. Polymyria follow suit, to a lesser extent, though the Seeria and Cavia seem largely unaffected. Exactly what has caused this is hard to say, though the wave of resignations is somewhat countered by the wave of other menia rushing to take the open jobs, eager to try new things. >>6343371>Krovian BandsAmend current trade deal with Viorp to include lead from Igolka.Grim work begins as repairs are started on the island of Grib. Great mass graves must be dug, the belongings of the dead sorted. Many an oath of vengeance is sworn against the elves. To the north news arrives of a molluscoid attack against Fort Sukon, the brave defending force there being overwhelmed against the horrors of the molluscs. Aid against the slimy menace cannot arrive soon enough!
>>6343514>Justinian the PiousIt is a time of powerful and fearsome magic for the Barza, with great ritual circles that more resemble low walls than spell forms. The great formations of thaumicite however allow tremendous and terrifying works of geomancy, as all present can testify. The earth shakes and rolls like water, with only secondary bands of wizards protecting nearby villages from annihilation as the precious thaumicite crystal is heaved from the earth. It will travel via hundreds of carts to the rails, from rails to ocean, from ocean to rails again, and from there to the site of another great ritual. (Normally I would require more time to move this much thaumicite this far, but I will let it go). Here another epic spellcast is achieved, this time wielding even more thaumicite to greater still effect, reshaping the land and splitting it asunder like an egg to allow vast quantities of Sparkicite to pour forth, effectively doubling the output of this oozing fountain of dark explosive material.Back home another great spell is being set into motion, playing on the previous barzan studies of geomantic dowsing to find and isolate great molten veins of metal and rock and pull them to the surface, applying geomantic principles empowered by thaumicite to separate rock from metal, bringing about a vast cornucopia of metals, gold, silver, and silversteel alike, ready to be worked and forged, or as much of it is, given abroad to friends of Barza.And friends indeed Barza has, for the Humble Venks, kept well away from the Magmatic Dynamo, spend the tyrn toiling away at the construction of a great facility where plentiful amounts of Barzan concrete will be produced, though something grander than this might be planned.>>6343614>The Divine Republic of GuliseareThe distant island colony of Guliseare takes well to its new church, the comforting light of Aeleox descending across the far flung outpost.Meanwhile strange things are afoot throughout Guliseare and beyond. Inquisition crackdowns grow more manic, more fierce. And yet ever more iconography of the torch and spark and spreading embers appears in the strangest of places. It even appears far away in the jungles of Khurnaire, where Anelk sky pirates lurk, who work furiously to ready themselves for a moment of truth, and it appears in Ordalan where old songs are sung in memory of those left behind in Guliseare.
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You've died.You can't quite remember how it happened, you remember screaming and the crunching noise of metal on metal. You remember feeling pain and scared for only a split second. The glitter of crushed glass beneath your collapsing body. And then... Then what?Then nothing.You die and then you wake up. Cold silk. The soft drip of rain drops against large windows. The muffled, chaotic heartbeat of a grand estate in full movement, like a buzzing hive. People laughing all around you, you're surrounded by a crowd of men and women dressed in elegant clothes; talking to you, smiling to you, vying for your attention.You flinch, and everything is wrong: the portrait on the wall, the candlelight, your dress... You know these details. You've seen them before... not in life, but in fiction.So shocked, in fact, that you've dropped the glass of wine you'd been holding mere seconds before, and it breaks on impact, splashing the wide, long skirt of your dress with red like a blood stain. Everyone's attention is on you. And a handsome man with dark hair and dressed in an old-fashioned military uniform approaches, handkerchief in hand.He talks, but your head's roaring, and can't really focus on what he says. You're panicking, you need to get out.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6323073my dreams have been answered, an otome isekai quest!>> [Let him hold your hand and face the night together]holding the male lead's hand might make whoever is in hiding tip their hand first, we are aware there is danger so that would give us an upper hand no?>>6323041>Didn't expect this much interest for an OI in 4chan! I'll find my footing and figure out what's a proper amount of time to let everyone vote. 10 minutes feels too fast too, maybe wait until votes stop coming in.from my admittedly very short experience as a /qst/ player is that usually very new quests can have anons flock like moths to a flame, so usually at least an hour countdown before the next update is the better call.But again it depends on the quest and your schedule qm, you will figure out what time you works best for you eventually.>>6322972>Oh, and you may wanna drop a link to the thread in the /QTG/, just to get some more attention on it. Not every Anon checks the catalogue and shilling your quest is pretty standard practice hereI think qm is doing this OI qst as proof of concept first right?
QM, are you alive?
>>6323073>>> [Let him hold your hand and face the night together]I'm excited to play an otome isekai quest
OP ?
welp, a shame this died very early on
Rain filters in through the ceiling, sliding along the support beams in just such a way it misses the numerous pots, pans, and cups scattered around the delipidated apartment and is readily sucked into the mouldy carpet. Which is then again immediately transferred to a new object: your sock. Your very next steps now all dotted with a wet squelch."Argh!" You cry, as you balance on one foot to pull the sock of the other, only for said wet sock to cozy up to the business end of the cigarette you had tucked between two fingers, providing a new, enticing after-taste to the familiar menthol as you unknowingly take a drag. "Huurhg!" It might've been a week or so since you had washed that sock. How had it come to this?Well, the demon king lost against The Seven Braves. A poor title for a bunch of delinquents that jumped a guy seven to one. They murdered their way deep into the demon capital, defeated all the bureaucrats present, and killed the ministers while shouting inane things like "Die Heavenly Generals!" They hadn't been generals and they certainly hadn't been heavenly.They were butchered all the same and all branches of government were eradicated over the span of a few days. After performing what amounts to genocide, the "Saintes" had the gall to clasp her still-bloody hands together, bat her eyelashes, and say things like "No, we can't kill them all, that would make us just like them!" And so the remaining demons, conveniently all of middle-rank and lower, were accepted as refugees into human society. What's that? You want to stay here in the demon lands? I see. Hmm? That demon from earlier? Oh, they fell into the river. Yes, lost all their limbs along the way. Wild, isn't it? Anyway, safety and a bright future awaits you in the human nation of Lightsong!Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6334069Winner>43 - You find a thrift store with affordable clothes (-$15, +1 Charm)
It feels like I updated the quest just yesterday...
>>6335854Any idea when the update will be, QM?
We are lost once again.
*sad noises*
You are Lorinda de Lindan, Princess, Inquisitor, and soon-to-be Tournament Champion! Well, not really, for you see the Inquisition is sending you into the Grand Tournament of Bloodgrave’s Fall as an agent to see if any otherworldly Strangers from the wicked and barbarous dimension of Earth sneak in to gain lands and glory right from under your father’s nose. Regretfully, the Inquisition has banned you from seeking victory as once your analysis of the competition is complete, it will be time to make a dramatic exit fitting of your desire to be the tournament’s underdog hero. Currently, there is a mere 14 days before the preliminary rounds begin for the duels where you shall compete. Now if only you knew the best way to prepare…Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=The%20Isekai%20Inquisition
>>6341878>”Of course.”>If it’s our favoritism towards Asher, well, people naturally tend to greatly appreciate those who sacrifice themselves for their allies. More than one Lindanian noble house has been born that way.>As for Marie… well, I like swords. She summons one. Do the math.
>>6341878>”Of course.”
>>6341878>”Of course.”Training on how to be a brooding miserable edgelord?
>>6341878>>”Of course.”
Welcome back.Rules are simple: Votes are tallied every hour, with whatever course of action being the most popular being the course of action taken. Write ins are encouraged and non-mutually exclusive votes will be combined if possible.When a roll is called for, roll however many D100 are specified. 5- is a 'crit fail' and generally means something bad is about to happen. 95+ is a 'crit success' and generally means something good just happened. a 'crit success' trumps a crit fail. User input on both will be taken into consideration.Once per thread, if three or more people invoke it, a single roll may be re-rolled.Inventory, pokemon stats and other links: https://docs.google.com/document/d/15i2N08IpWqitoTJujsUMishe4PLbao1lqT-bCAmvPcE/editDiscord: https://discord.gg/pR7q5EvfFor a short summary for the new and to recap:You are Alex. A newly minted trainer and camping enthusiast just starting out on your journey at the age of seventeen after your father lost his job in order to help pay the bills. On the road, you met Fie, the Fire Gym Leader, Gareth a novice Aura Guardian on pilgrimage and Holly, a runaway heiress using a pseudonym. You've also made enemies of Team Green a group of violent, radical activists looking to abolish pokemon training.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6342767You dropped the DC down to 80, which mightn't sound like a lot, but Thundurus was up around level 70 or so and as you can probably tell, figured out a few tricks.You managed to do some respectable damage through his passive regen and DR.
>>6342767>>6342805"Yeah, I'll be honest: That could have been a lot worse and that was not my smartest decision ever." You admit sheepishly. "That could've very easily gone the other way if one or two things had been different." You add as Jacky releases an Espeon which perfunctorily dries you all off with some pinpoint telekinesis."I'm glad you recognise that." Martha says. "That was probably the most reckless thing I've ever been talked into doing.""Just um..." Holly begins. "The next time you think about taking on a Legendary like this, maybe think back to this?" She suggests as Jacky and Martha release their flying pokemon again."I'll be sure to do that." You assure seriously.You're not just saying that taking on Thundurus wasn't your smartest decision. You mean it.It was easily the strongest pokemon you've ever encountered and some of the moves and variations on those moves it was using...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 53 (1d100)>>6343947
Rolled 65 (1d100)>>6343947
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War War Never Changes. They finally fucking did it. The bombs fell not long ago. The world is over. No more people. Just shambling radioactive corpses. No more nations just glowing craters, dust, and shadows of people that once were. No more seasons just nuclear winter. Shopping? no such thing. Have fun struggling to find a drop of water or a crumb of food that won't kill you. The rads oh god the fucking RADS, inescapable and everpresent. Truly the end of the world. Rapture maybe happened and whatever is left...well most people are quickly giving up on God. Kinda hard to keep believing when the world ended and you were left behind. Except for the zealots anyway but those guys are crazy as the cannibalistic raiders.That isn't even getting into all the weird shit that keeps happening and becoming. Makes you wish it was 'just' a nuclear winter. Walking corpses. Mutants. Inexplicable anomalies. Unnatural terrain. Strange whispers that you aren't the only one hearing. Honestly it just keeps getting worse...especially with everything you have to do just to 'survive'. Living...living is just a luxury that only the pre war world got to enjoy. You meanwhile are just another poor sucker caught up in this clusterfuck trying to survive.(This quest will be ripping heavily from games like Fallout, Metro, Stalker, and Bioshock basically anything that fits within the setting just to keep things interesting)>Character CreationThe younger you are, the more bonus SPECIAL points you will start with. However the older you are, the more bonus skill points you will start with. You may choose any trait from any game OR include a custom option that may be vetoed by me IF its too unbalanced. Custom traits MUST include both positive and negative effects otherwise it's an automatic veto. The first character will be a male because this is about a dynasty over the generations. So long as you have a living family member the game will not end however, your characters can and WILL die over time. A male starter character will provide insurance. So if you are an elderly grandpa, the minimum is 21 SPECIAL points. Just keep in mind old age is a real bitch, especially in such a hazardous environment(debuffs for age are a thing).
>>6337084>>6337417Welp...sorry for taking so long I had stuff to do and needed to try to see if there was another way out but nope.----You go back and grab some heavin incinerators to get a distractions. The cyborgs were still pinned down by the abomination and gave you a couple of them. At least thanks to them it hasn't broken through yet and they don't need to aim either for that matter. Heading back in you unleashed the firebombs which explode noisily.>Perception check failedYou don't even know it worked until BOOM as one of the mininuke mines went off and than others too also started going off, but you still couldn't see what was doing it. So you kept blindfiring away hoping that the detonations will keep those things off of you. Which Mary upfront drawing the most attention. You liked your odds->Perception check failed>Agility check failed>Strength check failed>Endurance check failedComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6338137Also to point out the obvious AWD is a fucking amazing faction for high INT characters. Right up there with the Think Tank factions. So that was a great pick actually. Mary in combat also syngerizes well with high INT you just didn't have the skills and perks yet to unleash her full potential. Katarina would have some nice buffs to apply outside of combat with INT skill like research, engineering, or medicine.Now to point out some strategic mistakes besides being too low a level. #1 prioritise the energy reactors and #2 hide the reinforcements to prevent countermeasures. Even so you would still have likely died given its a high level map and a single good hit from a strong enough foe would one shot you. As in this case you got taken out by a glass cannon assassination stealth crit attack.Also don't forget to archive this thread pls.
>>6338139I'll be honest, I had absolutely no idea what we were doing in there and it would happen again in a similar situation. I felt like we got swept along a bit and did understand it was dangerous, but given we weren't by ourselves or the star of the show did not get a real sense for just how vulnerable we were until way too late.
>>6338141There was only so much I could do to rig things without too blatant, obvious plot armor and in a challenging setting where death of characters is to be EXPECTED and planned around. Staying longer with AWD would have helped a LOT. Same with not rushing into that facility despite the warnings. Cleetus while smart was extremely isolated surrounded by idiots and constantly drunk so he was lacking in character knowledge despite his age.There was no actual time limit otherwise I would have stated as such. Even Dragon and Kraken were planning to take their sweet time, gradually feeling out the facility, which is why they even bothered to take over a nearby bunker and bring ghosts along. They didn't plan to rush into things and wouldn't hesitate to withdraw. Especially since Cleetus gave them a way in and an idea of what objectives they should explore first.They only felt a bit rushed later on since AWD showed up to purge, and they worried about too much collateral damage.Anyway at least now the players know there are serious risks involved no matter what.
>>6338149New thread and don't forget to archive!
>It is January 23rd of the Year 71 of the Cosmic Era>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/maxwelllallwellFrieden Moon, Greencoat Pilot of the Zodiac Alliance of Freedom Treaty (ZAFT) militia enters into potentially the most impactful revolution of the Bloody Valentines War... And so it would be that the War, having entered a standstill. Begins the tentative turn of the page over its outcome
>>6343556>>6343567>>6343971>>6344136>"BAIL!" = 66 (Minour Success)Jumping out of the speeding vehicle, you tumble and roll over asphalt as the Trucks collide by front-ending the side, glass and metal fragments immediately flying off both as one of the driving seat's passengers sent off flying through the windshield.It didn't take long for the gunfire to begin once again as you unsteadily rose for your feet"The cargo's open at the top! Get in and get it moving!" Allan covers for you as he shoots down two men from the following convoy, allowing you your chance to run in and scale up the large container as you rush towards the cockpit.An unrecognizable face greeting you as you forced the jammed cockpit door openComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6344138(And that's a wrap for the phase, Hope you all liked it and have some happy holidays this season! I'm not sure if I'll continue for the month or wait until next year's eve to come. But whichever case it is. I hope you enjoy it all the same)
>>6344142alright OP. btw I got a lil confused so I'll ask: allan is someone who knew the og grenel, right ? she isn't related to zaft like us ?
>>6344476(Yep, He's an Alliance Soldier who's got a pretty close bond with the actual Grenel Loos. Not to be confused with Mayano, the Spy Frieden was sent to Heliopolis to retrieve)
>>6344142New Thread:>>6344652
Welcome to the Cygnus Sector, officer! Always good to see new people fresh from the Star Academy! I went there myself, you know? I'm sure you read the mission briefing. Here in the Cygnus sector, we are battling the K'tharr, an advanced alien race. Capturing their ships for analysis is what every officer dreams to do. Unfortunatelly, simply surviving an encounter with them is already a challenge.I'm not going to put you in the direct contact line just now. It is time you start commanding more than just training vessels and simulators. You'll get your very own fleet!Of course, it comes with some managerial work. But you sure are prepared for that, from the Academy.The Eagle Alpha Spaceyard (EASY) constructs corvettes and frigates for the war effort. Your starter budget for your fleet is ten million credits. That should be enough for a few decent ships.Your mission is to Secure a mining colony output. There have been pirate attacks lately. They tend to attack near the dates when we send the compressed ore back for refining. This day is approaching, so your fleet shall escort the ships coming back with the cargo. You'll rendezvous with Colonel Frank, who is overseeing the mining operations. Good Luck, Captain!
As the fight rages on, you leave most of your men behind, fighting the pirate crew. About 200 men board the cruiser and slay the defenders.You reach the helm, and your science officer plugs in his portable hacking station to make the system think you are the pirate captain.Luckily, the pirates don't have a very high level security suite on their ship - all your officer had to do was cut off external communications, tamper the records including you as a crewmember, rise you to second in command, and then mark the captain as deceaed.The onboard computer accepts you as the new captain, and you order the cruiser to undock.The cruiser marks all your men as unidentified, and you tell it they are new crew members who just joined.On every corridor of the ship, terminals pop up from the walls demanding the crew members provide their biometrics and state their names and roles for updating permissions.You tell people it is okay and they should do it - give the computer your pirate monikers.Soon, all your crew invent a bunch of pirate sounding names and roles for themselves and they all appear for review. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6325692Well what I'd like to try is aiming the ship guns at the pirates and demanding their surrender. It sounds like we can't turn the comms on until the computer is disabled, so aim the guns first before shutting it off. Maybe fire a warning shot off into space if theres no danger in that.If that doesn't work grab all the heavy guns the pirates had and call on our other ships to send reinforcements to fight this out.
>>6325692>>6325724Supporting, pirates will lay down their weapons or die. If our men dont survive this neither will they.
>>6325724>>6325774make it so
>>6325724+1
You are Neutralplier.You live in a very spacious house, which is entirety empty except for a pillow, a blanket, and your computer, which you use to blogpost about your daily life.Your day has been largely uneventful. When you woke up, you immediately opened your computer to post about how you just woke up, and also how you stuck a finger up your ass recently but it didn't really feel good, it just felt okay, and that was kind of disappointing. But you're not gay though, you were just trying it out. Also you wish you had a BBC dildo if that matters but you can't afford one.Anyway, a weird rock just crash landed through your roof, and now sits at your feet. It has a strange face carved into it that doesn't look like anyone you've ever seen. You don't feel particularly strongly about this. It's kind of cool, you guess.What do you do?
>>6323152good call
>>6323152No homo, yeah>>6323130Call doordash, wait for them to get here, then forcefeed the doordash wagie to trump since vlodstone won't fit
get out of there asap before the secret service comes and gets your ass
>>6323130go to rotscheilds or bogdanoffs or whoever controls the banks or something
>>6323129TAKE VLODSON TO QUOTE
It is nearing a year since you, The Courier, fought and secured independence of the Mojave from domestic and foreign powers. Mr. House was put on ice, the NCR got sent packing and even the mighty Legion tucked tail and fled back East.Now, the New Vegas Directorate, your new government, faces as many challenges as it does opportunities. Industry is rapidly expanding and agriculture is now firmly established while migrants from around the wasteland flood in looking to change their fortunes. But the Boomer Blight, an engineered plague from parts unknown, is spreading throughout the Wasteland and little looks uncontainable. You continue to walk the line in courting both the NCR and the Legion, seeking to be a stable power between the two warring giants. A new player comes into the picture and he brings with him hundreds of Enclave descendants eager to start again. You have agreed to welcome them into the NVD but time will tell if you can hide their influence from the NCR while keeping other factions happy.With the looming NCR election, the hostile President Kimball seems poised to lose to the unknown Allgood Murphy while Caesar continues to see you as his Augustus, urging greater cooperation between both nations. The one-year anniversary is rapidly approaching and while a grand celebration is planned, existential threats lurk everywhere and with Mr. House on the loose, you can be sure you’ll see him one last time.
>>6344702>WHERE IS THE ENCLAVE?umm... yeah, so... about that...
>>6344702>>6344703Oh shid we got a ZAX on tha beat???? Huge W!!! Let's upload Yes Man and make him Fuck Yeah Man LOL
>>6345125WCGW?
As you walk over to the Forbidden Zone, you begin having second-thoughts. Is the Think Tank too far gone? Is it worth trying to rehabilitate them even just to get Big Mountain running? What happens when that artificial sandstorm is shut down? This facility is far in NCR territory. But you decide it doesn’t matter. Having a robust scientific nucleus to build the NVD around is the only thing that matters at this point and no good rewards come without sacrifice. So you put the lingering doubts away and head into Mobius’ lair. “Ah hello there, good to seal you again Courier. Mentat?”Mobius is in the auditorium as he always is, scribbling nonsensical digits on the walls with chalk. He splutters over to you and holds out a box of Cherry Mentats. You politely accept and pocket them. The less drugs floating around here the better. [Do you mind if I do some maintenance on you? Fix that screen, clean the chassis, maybe replace your bio-gel?]“I’m not sure why you’d want to do that, I’m as clean as I was when I came out of the box! But I suppose I need a break from these calculations.”If the Think Tank needed some work, it’s almost a complete overhaul for Mobius. Multiple times you need to leave and hunt down spare parts. It’s certainly jury rigged and you’re not sure how long the impromptu repairs will last, but that’s another concern for later. When you were tinkering with Mobius’ neural-link, you realized that he hadn't erased his memories but rather just blocked them. Unsure if this was just oversight or a deliberate move, you reverse the block. You step back and take a look at the new Mobius. With his right monitor replaced, the other screens and his body scrubbed and the bio-gel replaced, he’s a far sight better. With his memory replaced, an impressive light show plays through his brain tank, lighting up synapses as Mobius begins to remember. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
[It’s okay, Doctor. I’ve started rehabilitating them! They were lost and confused, but I am giving them a purpose again.]“I thought that too, but their ambition and their ruthlessness knows no bounds! You must be careful!”[That’s why I’ve woken you up, Mobius. I need your help to keep them in check, to ensure this place of science continues to serve mankind.]Mobius goes quiet as sections of his brain tank flash blue, red, yellow and green that result in an admittedly beautiful light show.“I…yes, maybe I can help. I’m an old brain, but mayhaps I can help my former friends find their way. We never were the most ethical bunch, but maybe us old brains can learn new tricks.”You sag your shoulders in exhaustion. It’s taken a lot to get everything to this point. Before you can enjoy it, Mobius asks one more question.“But why do this? Is the risk worth the reward of Big Mountain?”You briefly think about that. Sure, it’s much easier having The Think Tank around for their wealth of knowledge, but there’s a deeper answer here as well. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Last time, the Johnny convention came to a close, including the after party. Everyone had a great time, mainly you! Free from the love of your fans, you’re on a quest to make it up with Bagna, who desires cake and nothing more. You guess, anyway, anything to make up for keeping her imprisoned in cloth. To bake the one above all, you sought the ingredients at the nearest convenience store! But you found more than you bargained for, and had a violent encounter with some low tier thugs. Nothing happened to you, but to them? It wasn’t pretty. Mama Bodil dealt with the fallout. Now you’re at the steps of the Prison Party House! You figured this is a good place to bake the dessert, and Lydie wanted to know about Beth. So here you are! But to your surprise, something is afoot, after the former prisoner and actual Pirate Sally opened the door — you noticed a heatwave coming from within the house. It’s summer, but Global Warming doesn’t happen in the entirety of a room.The scarcely dressed sailor takes a moment to come to her senses after breathing some fresh air. She welcomes you!“Ahoy!!!” The melting pirate opens her arms in exuberant excitement! “Welcome, welcome...!” She’s still melting!“Woah! With these attributes, I know why you wanted me to meet Beth in person, my dear trophy! You surround yourself with quality people!” Lydie looks at the bounty of this pirate. “I’m one of Johnny’s greatest admirers, Lydie! Nice to meet you! ”“Huh? Beth? I’m not Beth.” Sally snaps out of her joyous state. “I’m Sally! Nice to meet you though! And, um, I like to admire him too.” Sally returns to her happy ways with an added hint of confusion. She wonders what being an admirer means in this context. “I’m sure you’re here for more than just Beth, right? Come in!”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Despite Tiny Kata being wrong for saying that the girls are for you to do whatever you see fit, you think her suggestions are pretty good! Maybe this is something about you that you don’t want to unpack at the moment, but you’re a comfy despot anyway. You’re supposed to have some edge to your character.“I did say I want to cuddle with everyone, but your request has me intrigued.” You play with your invisible beard. “Who will show their best qualities with the role I envisioned? I know!”“Oh~? A spark of inspiration?! I’m looking forward to seeing it in all of its glory!” Lydie gets all giddy!“The Kingdom of Coziness requires Kushi’s presence!” You say your newest loyal decree!Through the curtains, the culinary genius appears...“Chef Ando… How I missed your pleasing visage, even if accompanied by someone else…” Kushi appears to be more affected by the cake than before. “What can I do for you? I’ve been waiting for direction.”“Ms. Kushi? I know little about her aside from her tendency towards culinary critique!” Lydie wants to know more.“Lydie, allow me to show Kushi’s most important qualities!” You know it’s her commitment! “My dear Kushi, will you be my maid?”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6325582Thanks for running!
>>6325582Thx
>>6325582Thanks for running
>>6325582Thanks for running.
“The Southlands.” That’s what the races of the Northwest call them, as if they were one place—a realm unified under a single nation or people. In truth, the Southlands are a molten mosaic of humans, beastmen, and sundry others flowing over and through each other in coexistence and in conflict. The land itself is a tapestry of desert and jungle, of low savannah and high plateau, where even the Race of Man is far from uniform: the hides of the humans here range from a ruddy tan to a deep blue-black that nearly equals the Drow of Wevenore.Not that you got to see much of it.You are James Efron, Senior Initiate of the Hawksong Mages’ Tower. At your age—twenty-three—you really ought to be a Mage Apprentice. You should be studying in some stuffy laboratory back home in the big city like Izirina Henzler, or maybe taking a practicum under some smaller adjunct Associate Tower like your old pal Testa. But nooo, you craved a life of action, of adventure! ‘<Fireball> is meant for the field!’ you used to boast of your favourite spell. So you’d taken the field, first as a formal Field Researcher and then later as a freelance adventurer-for-hire.And that had led you here. To the Southlands. To this dungeon.It isn’t the cool kind of dungeon, full of monsters to kite and <Chain Lightning> for coin, alas. It’s the kind where Southrons store their prisoners-of-war, for that seems to be the size of your sad situation: a prisoner, at the beginnings of what is shaping up to be a full-scale intercivilizational conflict.The Men of the South may be myriad, but tensions between their ilk and the fairer folk of the Northwest—your homeland, Hawksong’s aegis—have been a unifying cause as of late, and not only for the human races. Relations have been fraying since before you were born, when a sinister cabal of dark-skinned demon-worshippers staged a terrorist attack on the Mages’ Tower itself, assassinating the Archmage and destroying the much-beloved Eternal Fountain.
>>6344766Chang Lanseoul rolls a 19, and uses one of his qi abilities!The Gnoll Warrior and the Reptilian Infiltrator take 7 damage each!A red spectre on fanned wings sweeps through the clear, clearing it of dust and debris and sweeping right between the two still-living Southrons. At first, you think the attack has missed… But then, yet more yet explodes from the gunner, who hisses out a final, reptilian death-rattle as his eyes roll upwards and he falls face-down. The gnoll, too, totters forward a moment later… But only above the abdomen, where the bloody bird found and exploited a gap in the armour to cleanly cleave the beastman’s body.“Well shit… Why didn’t ya do that before, Chang?!”Chang Lanseoul’s HP: 17/30Chang Lanseoul’s MP: 2/3You see the swordsman hand off-hand slip away from his blue-tinted blade, frozen blood red between his fingers. Evidently, the ability does not come free, nor cheap.“Apologies, milady.” Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6344767>Actually, you have a better plan… [write-in]Both? Yeb's bow won't be too useful indoors in case there's more guards in the dungeon, so he can stay up here, loot, and keep an eye on the situation outside to prep our escape. On the other hand, if enemies try to retake the building he can retreat down and warn us.
>>6344766>Yeb-Uit’s attempt to sue his own gun critically fails!zam>>6344767>Onwards and downward—to the dungeon!>>6344773>Both? Yeb's bow won't be too useful indoors in case there's more guards in the dungeoneven if that's the case he still can melee, if not with a weapon he has, he can loot a sword or something and catch-up with us
>>6344773I like this one. +1
Rolled 9, 15 = 24 (2d20)>>6345012>>6344966>>6344773 “We’re doin’ both,” you declare.“Ding both of… What?” Chang asks, confused.(Right, you guess that internal debate was half in your head, huh?)“Lootin’ AND goin’ down. Yeb-Uit’s no good in close-quarters anyway.”“Hey,” the old boy glares.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Your name is Feral. You thought you and your bandmates were going to a crazy tour around the world but instead what happened is that you plane crashed midway. You woke up, and the only person you could find is Fred Cobst, your lead singer. Both of you are confused and scared. What do you do?
>>6322015Forgot to attach award
>>6322015find an octopus in the sea to eat the crabs
>>6322015Pray to Gigachad and beg to be saved
>>6322016swing your bwc like a helicopter and fly home
>>6322015reverse fart the ocean water into your asshole and then spray it out your dick shooting the crabs in the face with ocean ass dick water bulletts obviously pinching your dick between shots for maximum blast force
"It was a simple game, downloaded by children with unrestricted internet access in an era long passed. Trends came and went, websites lived and died, and eventually Tricky Treats Online faded from the eyes of the next generation. The children who roamed the instanced streets of Tricky Treats were now adults, and this game -- frozen in time -- were the remnants of their childhood." -From the analysis video "The Real Game that Really Killed" You are Margot Merriweather, a woman of order who - despite being a child at the time - opted to play as a "Grown Up Ghoul" embracing the decoration and design of the in-game "Haunted Houses". After a decade of being away from the game, you decided to make a new character, just to peak in and relive those years for a few moments. Nostalgia was the only thing that seemed to pause your now busy life, so occasionally after getting suitably tipsy you dip into the past. Perhaps in reliving, you gain a further appreciation for the present moment, thus making the seconds more palpable; Or maybe it's pure delusion, and the reality is you're spending your weekend alone again, desperately trying to be a kid. As judgemental as you might feel towards your own desires, you allow yourself to be under this spell, log in to your old account, and add a new profile.Halloween is that one time of year where all the children conquer any social misgivings for the sake of mountains of sweets. This year - however - is different, because among the candy being given, there are sure to be some Tricky Treats!Tricky Inc. threw its hat into the candy business, and their product - Tricky Treats - exploded in popularity. Kids can't get enough, Adults can't get enough, and even the monster under your bed wants that Tricky taste! So what are you waiting for, get out there and do what it takes to snag a bag full!Choose your Class! : >Sugar Gobbler (Ring the doorbell, get the candy, ring the doorbell, get the candy... Wanna trade?)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6322875>Catch up with your old friend, maybe make some new onesHopefully they don't, uh, kill us.
>>6322875>Spend the night away.
>>6322875>Heed the call of the treats
QM?
Sad...
