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
Rolled 87 (1d100)>>6342768Dice dice dice
Rolled 25 (1d100)>>6342768roll roll roll
Rolled 2 (1d100)>>6342765>The professor's guest... And this raven-haired girl that had remained silent watching them all work.so allan's a girl ? nice>>6342768welp, it's now or never
>>6342981>>6343022bruh wtf>>6342811nice, anon
>>6343022living life on the edge
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.
>>6342817>i wouldn't botherabsurd
>>6342817I mean if anything we should at least see if we can recruit what's left of the Mojave brotherhood if Lost Hills is hollowing them out. It will at least be a liability having an unfriendly if not outright hostile entity in our own backyard; we gave them access to Black Mountain too, remember? In fact, if we do run into issues with them I'd almost be up for kicking them out entirely and moving the Enclave folks in. But that'd only be as a last resort, which is why I want to talk to them first.
You’re spared a debilitating hangover and instead just shuffle through the morning with a dull thrum in the back of your head. Doc Mitchell already has breakfast ready, some crispy strips of Brahmin and hard bread to soak up the grease. You don’t have much time to chat before you need to meet Cass, so you mumble a thanks before running out the door with a slice of bread in your mouth. Cass is unsurprisingly late so you head into the general store. Chet’s was quaint way back when, with foot traffic minimal and its stocks low and unremarkable. Now, the store has expanded and sells general goods, farming equipment and anything else needed by travelers. Chet is wiping down a counter when he sees you enter. Chet: Well holy hell. I heard you were in town, didn’t know you were stopping by!He puts down his rag and walks around the counter to greet you. [I have a little time to burn until I’m meeting someone so I thought I’d check to see if the townspeople ran you out of Goodsprings yet.]Chet: Ha, they tried! Business has actually been good for everyone. We have more travelers stopping by than ever and with the roads as safe as they are…well it’s been a good year. I guess I have you to thank for that! [Does that mean you’ll finally give me a discount?]Chet: Fat chance, Courier! I have the lowest prices in Goodsprings, I guarantee it. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
That sounds promising. Did Kimball ever do that?]The look on Cass’ face quickly answers that question. Cass: He’s even sending a train to pick me up at Barstow, letting me ride in the Presidential Train car. [Sounds like he’s really wining and dining you. Should I be worried?]Cass: Well we aren’t dating, so that’s just your jealousy talking. But maybe…I seem to have a thing for men in power.That gets a good laugh from you. [Noted, but you’re not here to talk business.]You quickly change the subject and the hour and a half walk is quickly passed with pleasant small talk and playful teasing. Unfortunately, the land around Jean does little to disguise and Cass quickly sees a series of objects just down the road.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Sitting in the shade with a nice breeze blowing does seem to simmer her down and after a few hours of eating and talking, you manage to slowly convince her to go up with you. Dr. L’Enfant walks the two of you through the ins and outs and while you know how to control this beast, it puts Cass’ mind at ease with how simple the ignition device is.She death-grips the edge of the basket with one hand while wrapping her left around yours, but doesn’t complain as you pull the plunger to begin igniting the balloon. Within minutes, you and her begin slowly rising in the sky. There’s strong ropes tethered to the ground to stop drifting, but the view of the Mojave spread out before you. You’re not sure why but being up in the sky with just Rose of Sharon Cassidy, far from danger, is the most at peace you may have ever been. Cass slowly relaxes her grip and begins enjoying the ride. Cass: I used to hate the Mojave. The day you walked into the Mojave Outpost, I was about to say fuck it and head somewhere else. Maybe up north to Salt Lake or somewhere back in the NCR. She turns to you. Cass: I’m really glad I didn’t. She pulls you into a kiss. It’s not the longest you’ve ever shared with a woman, nor is it particularly sexual in nature. But it’s by far the most intimate moment you’ve shared with someone in…maybe forever? The balloon soon comes back down to earth and while the picnic is over and the two of you head back to New Vegas, the feeling of her lips on yours doesn’t fade any time soon.
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.
Rolled 4, 11, 7 = 22 (3d20)>>6342958Success! Rolling Natural Weapons first...
>>6342959Failure to hit, alas, with a 11.Matidla the gryphon crashes down upon the frightened reptoid, bowling him off his feet. He is bowled over, but is cleared trained for that armour; he’s up on his feet and scrambling away, trying to gain distance as Tildy chases after.…Which, of course still leaves you and Empy (and brave little Hershy) alone with the gnolls again.“May I have this dance, Miss Yosef?”“Heheh… Well, we ain’t got much choice, do we?”You plant your spear in the ground and use it as a fixed point to swing around in a head-height kick that clocks one gnoll so hard his neck audibly snaps inside his rocky helmet. Another hyena-headed ghoul-guy leapfrogs over his fallen friend to avenge him—rather, you suppose, to unthinkingly do the bidding of their shared master—but fails either way. Nat 20: Critical hit! CZ deals 7 damage. The already-wounded gnoll is slain!Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6342969Like you, Empy can regenerate, but not while under constant pressure, and not without breaking his assault. Of course, you could help with that—having helped heal and revivify the dying Testa, you now know how to chain <Transmogrify> and <Monstrous Regeneration> into a (admittedly quiet costly) curative… And he IS doing work! Of the fifteen-or-twenty gnolls which originally besieged you, eight lie dead or dying, broken beyond the enchanted armour’s ability to manipulate. Another is fleeing your newest pet as Tildy delights in tormenting the poor bastard. Another is freshly scorched with dragon-flame. It’s easier to count them now, from your perch atop your large-sized lover, and you see six more yet to beat back…But unfortunately, by their own initiate or that of their unseen puppeteer, four of the six are keeping their distance and drawing bows… And Empy’s myriad lacerations and embedded weapons are beginning to slow even the demigod down.“Hmm… I’m rather less fond of THIS sensation. What even is it, do you think?”“Uh,” you blink. “Real bad motherfuckin’ pain??”“Ah, yes. That must be it. I rather prefer some of the other things I’ve felt, if I’m to be entirely honest with you.”The big blob is oozing blood from sores that fail to seal, and several half-lopped limbs fail to fold back into the Dark Fey’s flesh, but rather drag limply and sadly behind it.You’re not sure The Naked Emperor would withstand a full volley of arrows right now.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6342970>Okay, amulet time—you need Hyena Queen power to finish these furry fucks!2d6 healing is, at max, less damage than Empy took this turn alone. We're storming a fortress, allies will die if we hold back.
>>6342970>Okay, amulet time—you need Hyena Queen power to finish these furry fucks!while I'd like to gamble with the drain, there's still the guards at the jail + reinforcements, so let's do it now
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...
You're Soijak. You wake up in the morning, expecting to see your wife fucking her bull Tyrone. However, both of them are mysteriously missing. You look out the window into your walkable city, expecting to see people walking and playing Jefre Cantu-Ledesma, but it's completely empty. All the other pods near where you live are empty as well, and it seems like a complete ghost town. What do (You) do?
>>6321957Leave it be and go on Reddit and post on R/196 to ask users what happened
>>6321957Say to him exactly,"CORD CORD CORD YOU'RE BAITING ME SOOT ROOT FROOT MOOT KUZ QUOTE DOX AND RANGEBAN HIM NOOOOW!"
>>6321959You say this (and look like this), but he's already long gone. You're crying out into the wind like a stupid nusoinigger. You know you have to move on.
>>6321971Are you really so lazy you can’t even add images anymore? At least i added raisin related to the story, geg
>>6321971decide to take a shit before moving on. A big one. Decide to keep some in pocket too.
This is the end of the world. It's also the birth of a new one, or an old one, depending on who you ask. Maybe it's more like an overdue arranged marriage. You might not have been fully aware, but the world used to cast a Shadow: a separate realm of spirits, kept away by a barrier that only a certain few were ever meant to cross. Spirits are capricious, rarely logical, and often dangerous beings composed of the essence and energy of all things real; scuttling reflections with their own arcane hierarchies and motivations. But every wall has its rats, and the barrier between your world and the spirit world was no exception. The Beshilu are a nasty manner of demon - derived from and connected to the spirit world, but fettered to the world of flesh, and gifted with many terrible abilities. They massacre and they multiply, and their only desire has ever been to tear down that wall between worlds... to gnaw at its foundations in greater and greater numbers, until the wolves could no longer keep them at bay.They succeeded. Too many tears. Too many crumbling wounds between worlds. The gauntlet was sundered, and when that wall crumbled away, the world of mortals and the world of spirits were merged into one. In those first terrible moments, everyone on Earth could hear a trillion shrill voices screeching out in triumph, and swarms of rats swelled across streets and forests in writhing tides. The fabric of reality is now like a sieve, the threads wavering apart and stretching in new directions; space and time operate differently. The sun no longer rises, or sets, and light instead seems to meander from one place to the next according to whim. Places seem to stir and shift, reacting to their occupants in sometimes unpredictable fashion. The rules have changed, and will likely change more, but things will never go back to the way they were. That was three days ago, and it would be a stretch to say the dust has settled, but you are adjusting to the chaos. You're a survivor, and while you may not fully grasp what's going on, you're not unfamiliar with the supernatural. You are determined to knuckle down and make your way in this fucked up new world....>Cont'd
As you move into a bare hall of rebar and concrete, you put a hand on Edgar's shoulder, and gesture of Andre to slow up. "The sun is getting low. I think... Well I think after we have some dinner, all of us should get a good rest and leave first thing when morning comes. We can use some of the spare time to make sure we're better prepared." You start, and you look directly to Ed. "I know you're antsy to get to them. I am too. I am. But they're tough, you know that, just like we are. They are probably in better shape than we are, and they can hang another night." You say. He sighs, but agrees. "Yeah... Let's chat later tonight, or in the morning as we head out... Hey... I love you, brother. I'm glad you're both alright. Thank you for coming out to get me." Edgar replies, and he moves in to hug you tight, before heading off to an upper floor for some peace and quiet. Andre isn't so sappy, just nodding in acquiescence. "Catch you in the mornin' T." He says. You move back for the throne room, and then the cellar, where Anastasia runs up and hugs onto your legs, practically starting to climb you with excitement. You have enough time between now and first light to eat something, sleep, dress that graze on your leg... And accomplish two more things: Pick two>Have a chat with Edgar now, and bring Ana. If you don't, you can still talk to him tomorrow morning as you hit the road. >Teach Andre how to handle a gun more complicated than a revolver, how to properly aim, posture, and other gun basics. >Fortify the construction site's defenses (can be chosen twice to even more heavily fortify things) >Talk to Haywood about next steps, maybe learn more about his goals, it's overdue you come to a clearer understanding - especially if you are bringing more friends back >Use the construction supplies to make more weapons and tools for the field; more caltrops, more jars of acid, more rebar spears for you to share with Andre and Ed Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>Andre>FortifyLong overdue.
>>6342886>Have a chat with Edgar now, and bring Ana. If you don't, you can still talk to him tomorrow morning as you hit the road.I think we need to clear the air or he might do something stupid like trying to attack Haywood, I'm not sure he's convinced and need to talk to him about what goals to build towards in the future.>Use the construction supplies to make more weapons and tools for the field; more caltrops, more jars of acid, more rebar spears for you to share with Andre and Ed.Guns are all well and good but some things just need some lateral thinking as we've seen, or weapons that don't ring the dinnerbell for the whole neighborhood.
>>6342886>>Have a chat with Edgar now, and bring Ana. If you don't, you can still talk to him tomorrow morning as you hit the road.>Use the construction supplies to make more weapons and tools for the field; more caltrops, more jars of acid, more rebar spears for you to share with Andre and Ed
>>6342886>>Teach Andre how to handle a gun more complicated than a revolver, how to properly aim, posture, and other gun basics.>Talk to Haywood about next steps, maybe learn more about his goals, it's overdue you come to a clearer understanding - especially if you are bringing more friends back
THE DARING CONTINUATION OF JERKCITY VOLUME ON EPISODE IV: A NEW DONG (DIRECTOR'S CUT REDUX REVISED YOU are SPIGOT, useless dope head extraordinaire, on a mission to uh..Shit was was it?
>>6328459>SPICASSERINE OH HOW THINE LONG HOWLS EXCITE THE BROADS>OKAY RANDDEBIEL WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON LIKE WHAT IN THE WORLD (OR WHEREVER WE ARE NOW) ARE YOU DOING YOU HAVE BEEN SCHIZZING OUT THIS ENTIRE TIME AND YOU EVEN YOINKED MY MONEY DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD ATANDT WORKED FOR THAT YOU CORDUROYED ERLEMEYER>LIKE SERIOUSLY, WHAT IS YOUR DEAL>ALSO ASK THE WOMAN FOR HER NAME ONCE AGAIN WE NEED TO KNOW WHERE SHE LIVES WHEN WE ARE TAKING REVENGE FOR OUR FACE FULL OF FLUKEY-ASS CRAP
>>6328465>>6328636COUNTEDDDKINDA BUSY WEEKEND AHEAD BUT BAH GAWD WE'LL FINISH THIS
....Anything happen to you, SpigQM?
OP please come back...
Cityjerkers.... is it over? Did momma raise a flaker after all?(Most likely not, more like a worker if we regard the reasons given)
Grand Zen-Oh, the omni king and ruler of the omniverse has declared there will be a massive tournament to be held in his honor. A grand affair between several universes, each battling it out for the very right to exist. And at the forefront of this grand spectacle will be the Saiyans of Universe 7, who Grand Zen-Oh has grown fond of watching battle. Twenty eight years ago, the Saiyan race were annexed into the PTO as just another race, one of many sent to conquer other worlds. Now, the Saiyans are widely regarded as the strongest warrior race in the entire Seventh Universe, defenders of the PTO led by their strongest, the “Dragon of New Salda” General Karn and his family.You the players will (most often) control Karn. A man who has grown from his lowly beginnings as a Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733 to become not only the strongest Saiyan of his time at AGE 759, but also personal friend to the former emperor Lord Freeza, father to well over a dozen powerful and unique children, a mentor and teacher to his fellow Saiyans, and the best hope for his universe's continued survival. No one warrior can hope to battle eight other universes' strongest fighters alone and hope to prevail, one man's power and skill won't be enough to overcome the looming threat of extermination. But this coming battle will be the ultimate test of how you've lived your life until now, the choices you made not only for yourself, but for the fate of your entire universe.Character sheets and other info: https://controlc.com/46ec566dhttps://pastebin.com/u/GrandDragonQMArchive:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Saiyan+Conqueror+QuestHelp fund quest art commissions and get exclusive side stories as well as artwork by joining the patreon for only $1/month at https://www.patreon.com/GrandDragonQMQuest rules are as follows(unless otherwise noted):>30 minute vote times>Pick ONLY ONE option when votingComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6329032I was about to object to lowballing Ginyu like that before I remembered that Kayo held down a post-Zamasu SSJ2 Goku. It feels like only a few weeks ago that Majin Buu's body had the most overwhelming power by far, and it was a genuine miracle that the bodyswap worked.
24 hours until the new episode begins!>>6329032>a bit muchIn terms of raw power, probably. After all, he's strong enough to hold Dyspo down with the equivalent of one hand. But our Ginyu Force has a LOT MORE than physical power.>>6329046A Goku who was conserving power, who couldn't actually land a punch.
>>6329099>24 hours until the new episode starts!It will be episode 250. I would say it's a special moment.
>>6329487Indeed, SOON!
The big 250 begins NOW! >>6329534
Quest Resources (stats, party, location, neofauna information, date, time, etc.): https://rentry.org/PokepocalypseQSTQuest Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Pok%C3%A9pocalypse%20Revival (Start here if you want to catch up on the quest's previous threads!)Updates will be attempted every 2 days! Ideally, I will be back to daily updates by the end of this thread. Absences will be announced in advance and given definitive end dates if I can manage it.<><><><><>Within the Year of Our Lord, 1884, upon a world quite similar to our own, all civilization is at war with a peculiar breed of creature......all civilization, that is, save for Walter Buchanan and his companions. Walter, an aspiring naturalist, sees the good in these creatures: these demons of earth and sky, able to command the very heavens themselves, privy to the inner thoughts of man and the very souls that animate them. He has tamed four such creatures, all of whom walk by his side: Aster, his flaming foal; Mary, his electric sheep; Taylor, his silk-spinning caterpillar compatriot; Florian, his aromatic flower sprite. These creatures, whom he dubs "neofauna," are not his only company. Walter is further joined by two human travelers: Thomas J. Steele, a businessman and state representative of Indiana, and "Andrew," a former buffalo hunter now employed as Steele's own bodyguard. All three of these men share a common cause: a desire to return to the East Coast.This trio is further bound together not only by shared experience, but by their shared allegiance to the Staters: a movement led by a group of rebellious Californians looking to upend the most recent state governor, C. P. Huntington, for his atrocities against the state of California. The treacherous governor has used the state militia to launch a coordinated raid on the Staters' former headquarters, and suspicions abound that he is now responsible for multiple deaths within the movement-- deaths which the Stater's stalwart leader, Aaron Muyr, now seeks to avenge...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6342624Actually, change my mind - SouthernWe got more than ourselves to look after, so the infrastructure and familiarity is crucial
>>6342212>Aim for the northern territories. Although settlements and support will be scarce, as will food and warmth, you'll avoid becoming caught up in a war and be free of the blazing sun.Avoid the sun. God knows what creatures it brings. Also, more injuns in the desert who will not hesitate to leave you a corpse.
>>6342626We're going to get absolutely assraped in the south. I believe the north, though tough, is gonna be our best bet. It'll also allow us to board a boat on the many Mississippi tributaries there earlier to get to Saint Louie.
>>6342212>Aim for the northern territories. Although settlements and support will be scarce, as will food and warmth, you'll avoid becoming caught up in a war and be free of the blazing sun.Kind of want to see a change of scenery.I also don'twant to deal with any Cacturne.
Extending the vote 'til Sunday! Gotta wrap up some finals work and then take the weekend off to handle some family business. I'll update as soon as that's all wrapped up.
You are Phlegna, the underworld goddess of plague. The world has just been ravaged by a cataclysm, and although you had nothing to do with it, you got empowered by the ensuing generalized bad health. Most of the old gods were killed or driven away. You escaped your prison while more powerful and far more evil deities made their escape into the outer planes. You thought about escaping as well, but the material plane right underneath your sacred stars was just - rather empty. You don't think there are more than 100,000 souls in the entire world. Most deities think this is too scant a meal to bother, so you're alone - for now. You are now looking for a particularly gifted individual or group that you can empower so as to restart your ancient cult. And who knows - maybe this time around you'll achieve divine supremacy.Searching far and wide, you find only small scattered groups. There are a few representants of most races, but they are all scattered. There are places where members of the same race are continents apart, with little hope of ever rejoining. You look around for a resilient little group, and you find a race of:> Humans> Elves> Dwarves> Gnomes> Orcs> Undead> Demons> Ratfolk> Write in
>>6320154>>6320172"We could work together. Help me rebuild this world in our image. I hold sway over some orcs. You currently rule the kobolds. What sort of world would you like to see? I desire a peaceful one with many people who grow old and die of diseases in their old age. If this world does become repopulated the other gods will return and I will need help to fend them off. Is my world vision compatable with yours? Also, by what name should I call you?""I am Alderac, the Ancient. The only world I want to see is one where the natural order of things is in place. All things fearing dragons. Due tribute given by the lesser races. Each dragon with its own vital territory. Respect to the eldest and most powerful. I have little interest in the lesser races except as a means to receive the due tribute. Gods are unnatural. They steer the mortals away from paying the due tribute.""If it is tribute you wish, we could shape a religion where one of its tennets is giving tributes to dragons. I don't care about it, I just need the mortals to multiply, so I can cull them with disease. Think about it, Alderac! This world could be ours!""Hmmm... I face a small problem. Though I've found dragons of other colors, I haven't yet found a female black dragon. My race might perish."You raise your head and Look Beyond, the powerful ability the gods have of seeing anything anywhere no matter the distance. You eyes glow and you know the answer!"I see a female black dragon, alright. She's alone in a swamp, very far from here. She's small... the size of horse. Her name is... Zarbele!"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>Correct directions.We might not be strong enough to protect babie Zarbele on our own and it's a show of good faith. If Alderac betrays our trust presumeably we can figure out some sort of dragon disease with which to repay him.
>>6320911>> Give Alderac the correct directions
>>6321078>>6321123"The Swamp of Oleryth. There is an ancient temple there. She's hiding on the lowest level.""Hmm... I'd have to tear her lair apart to get to her. She would probably flee long before I reached her. I will have to make her come to me instead. I'll arrange it.""So what do you say about my generous offer?""I say... let's see if you have any staying power, Phlegna. I've seen gods be born and die, entire pantheons rise to power and vanish. For now, just follow my advice - you will need someone who can take a hit for you. The animated carcass of a dead god could be your first line of defense when more things like yourself decide to show up. And believe me, they will. This world never remains abandoned for long.""The carcass... of a dead god...?"You ask and then suddenly the vision comes to you. You see a massive battle where three gods beaten, raped and then killed a goddess of music. Her remains lay strew on a forgotten continent, sunken beneath the waves.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6323745>> Give life to her stillborn rape fetus
