''He was many a thing to many a person. The wise mentor, who helped the hero on his way; the able wizard, always able to conjure up new tricks and spells; the trustworthy advisor, there to guide the king or queen on their way to greatness; the beloved courtier, whose suggestions always won favour at court; the loyal friend, who stood by through thick and thin; the compassionate healer, who tended to the sick and wounded with care and skill. All of these were masks in one way or the other, and though many spoke of him, none knew him.He was a king, a priest, a merchant and a sorcerer, and yet he was also the dirty man toiling in the fields and the cutthroat lurking in the alleyway. A thousand roles, and yet he always came back with another: the elven prince, the dwarven master craftsman, the orc warchief, the hooded stranger. He was the priest of the sun god in the sweltering jungles of the south and the incarnation of the winter king in the taiga of the frigid north.But what lay beneath? But a malevolence unrivalled, a desire to impose order upon all life, to make this world rigid and unyielding to his whims. And he played his parts well; sometimes he arose, deceived a people into worshipping him, and made their land, their people, and their culture but a part of his vision.Coalition-building might have been his true strength, both in his favour and against him. His efforts led him far, building an empire that stretched from the jungles over the deserts and steppes to the ice caps. From east to west, from north to south, nowhere was truly safe from his reach.And at the centre of it all lay a place most desolate, a blighted landscape, where nought stood but a dark tower. Here he planned, coordinated, plotted and sat upon his throne, in between leading his dark hosts or going out to conduct his eldritch plans and rituals elsewhere.'' https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=The%20Shadow%20Rises%20AnewThe deed was done; a rebellion had been squashed once again, their cavern home rendered uninhabitable by your own toxic fumes. Part of you had wished to crawl through, rip the little leader from his hiding hole, and eat him wholesale.But you elected not to; no, instead you made certain that if there were those who had survived, they would never see the sky again, nor would they hew their way out, for you melted the stone shut. When you finally got out of the caverns, the mountain partially caved in, sealing off any chance of escape for the rebels.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6409927>A snake cult priestesshow about we abolish the harem?our sultan to be is more about his books than women anyway
>>6409927>Princess Malwida
>>6409927>A snake cult priestess
I'm going to be busy with university work, so I temporarily halt the updates, my excuses for the inconvenience.
>>6409927>A snake cult priestess>>6411327All good QM, see you soon!
With the Tournament of Power brought to a close, the Seventh Universe has emerged triumphant once more. Led by the Saiyan warriors, the Seventh's victory was secured. And with the wish on the Super Dragon Balls used to restore the other universes that were eliminated and erased, the final hidden trial was passed, and all eight of the universes up for elimination were allowed to remain. Yet, even with this victory, peace doesn't last in the Seventh Universe for long. As old hatreds rise and long-buried grudges resurface, will you have what it takes to keep everything you've worked the last 28 years of your life to build? Or will those who seek your end ultimately triumph? That all depends on you, and your choices.You the players will (most often) control Karn. A Saiyan man who has grown from his lowly beginnings as a mid-tier Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733 to become not only the strongest Saiyan of his time at AGE 759, but also personal friend to the former emperor Lord Freeza, father to over a dozen powerful and unique children, a mentor and teacher to his fellow Saiyans, and the indisputable winner of the Tournament of Power. Wielder of the Berserker Soul, and the powerful Stand Divine Dragon Force, you're fully equipped to handle any threat that comes your way. But what will you do when the threats aren't always physical, when you can't simply punch all your problems away?Character sheets and other info: https://controlc.com/46ec566dhttps://pastebin.com/u/GrandDragonQMArchive:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Saiyan+Conqueror+QuestHelp fund quest art commissions and get exclusive side stories as well as artwork by joining the patreon for only $1/month at https://www.patreon.com/GrandDragonQMQuest rules are as follows(unless otherwise noted):>30 minute vote times>Pick ONLY ONE option when voting>Dice rolls are all best of three correctly-rolled diceComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6402610>Chaya screams as her father's dragged into the eldritch horror's maw,If Karn was using multiform technique in this moment, and one Karn would be pulled into the maw and potentially outside of reality, while second Karn would remain near Chaya, would this tore Karn’s soul apart? If multiform user’s copies were not in the same universe or even the same timeline, would it be lethal or would it create some paradox?>tentacles lash out towards Chaya, who copies Cumber's technique. Creating a pair of Ki ClawsDid she do it spontaneously on a spot without prior training? If yes, then she is really good.>But, unfortunately, that doesn't seem to AFFECT them, as they quickly bind her as well. Immobilizing her, rendering her unable to move after only two seconds.Hax. This creature is not playing by the rules of this universe. It ignores the ones he does not like. It is like Hirudegarn but without weakness of being targetable during attack. > I'll keep this thing here, or at least stay with it so we can get your father. Now, go.”How do you think Meloka and Towa will receive the news about what happened to Karn? I bet nobody is in a rush to tell them.>>6402611>It is simultaneously something with no energy you can sense, but also has the greatest energy reading of any being you've ever encountered. Higher than even Aeos, Chronoa, even Mechikabura himself pales in comparison to this being.The weakest of Hadar’s minions. Our chances don’t look optimistic.>But something's off, as if it CAN'T bring its full power to bear. Almost as if something's holding it back, keeping it from fully crossing over into this reality from the beyond it comes from. Intriguing.>>6402612Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6402612>as you open your eyes, everything disappears. Your eyes filled with absolute nothingness, before suddenly that nothing becomes something, and you see it. See what Mechikabura had vaguely explained to you, and as you stare at the impossible beingWhen it comes to finding Karn in this insane place. I think Ace might be able to do it.
Soon>>6403377Best not to consider it and ensure it doesn't happen.Perhaps. Or perhaps she had a teacher?It is not of reality, and doesn't follow its rules.Absolutely not.Yeah, trying to step beyond the veil and its consequences is interesting. Almost as if something or someone's done their best to insulate reality from the things beyond.Good question. Better question is where ISN'T Karn? And the answer is inside reality.You'll still be Karn.That's a bit of a cut on Xenoverse lore. As you enter character creator, Trunks making the wish, Shenron says:"Someone summons you, from a land far away... Brave warrior! Now, come forth!"Shenron didn't CREATE Ace, he summoned him.Puddin is powerful, that's for sure.>>6403379Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
this session is going to be another mindfuck, I can feel it
It's time: >>6403401
You come into the world on a cold morning in a room that used to be a storehouse.Your mother bleeds on a straw mattress while the midwife works between her legs and your father prays in the hall. He prays standing. Kneeling is hard for him now. His left leg was shattered below the knee two years ago by a mace blow at the siege of Chauvency, and the bone never quite set the right way. He does not limp so much as lurch. He was captured in that same battle, dragged from under his dead horse, and held for a ransom that cost him everything. Everything. The silver plate. The grain stores. The warhorses, all three. The income from two villages, pledged to the abbey of St. Rémy for six years. And the castle -- your great-great-grandfather's castle, the seat of the family for five generations -- signed over to the man who captured him. Sire Gérard de Valenne, who lives there now with his wife and children and hounds, and who nods to your father at mass on Sundays with the faintly superior courtesy reserved for men one has ruined.There is only the manor house now. Stone foundations, timber above, a leaking roof your father lacks the constitution or the silver to mend. A mere forty souls in the village depend on upon him. Yet he serves them well. He hears their complaints, settles their quarrels, forgives their debts even when he shouldn't. The old servants, the ones who knew him from his boyhood and followed him from the relinquished castle, say he is a different man since the siege. They mean it as praise. Certainly, your mother found a new depth of love for him in his weakness, his humiliation. You were, perhaps, the product of it. The midwife holds you up, still bloody, and you scream.She carries you to the hall, where your father turns from his prayers. He takes you in his arms -- carefully, because his grip is not what it once was -- and studies your face with grave attention, as though your destiny were writ in the lines above your eyes and he alone the augur who could decipher them. The midwife watches too. So does old Agnès, your mother's woman, who has opinions about everything and a liberty to air them that could only come from long, trusted service.Naturally, it is Agnès who breaks the peace.>She says you have your father's jaw, set firm, even now, as though daring the world to move you. A proud nature.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6403396>Take Geoffroi's hand warmly, and let the draw stand as peace between you.
>>6403396>Take Geoffroi's hand warmly, and let the draw stand as peace between you.If we had wanted to crush him we would have done so. This seems like the natural choice.
Rest in peace
This is a world of bloodthirsty monsters, ever hungry cannibals, bandits, brutal slavers. Wild beasts rule the deserts and plains, survival alone is a grueling struggle. Not even the strong can make it here in this desolate place.There's no history or record of what it was or how it came to be, there's only survival.Your beginnings will be no different. You will not be the chosen one. You’re not great and powerful. You are not the center of the universe, and you are not special. Unless you work for it.Each choice will take you to a part of the world, it will not be safe nor you will find allies nearby. Choose. >The Holy Sword (Not all treasure is worth keeping. Someone's going to be missing this.)>Rock Bottom (Alone, unarmed, naked and hungry. Rock bottom in the middle of the desert. )>The Slave (Just another slave working in the pits digging rocks and metal to build a pointless statue.)
>>6409174Oh good a tiebreaker vote showed up I wasn't looking to changing mine to break the tie as I didn't want to risk bleeding out from being solo.
"If you're hurting for muscle bad enough to be offering me a job, I'd say you three are probably fucked." You start. Your gaze falls on the bonedog that's now sniffing around your left ankle. You lift the foot to nudge him away. "You four." "That's Beef Supreme." Says Dog-Spit, as if it were a perfectly obvious name for the drooling hound. At the words, it trots back over to its master and circles him a few times happily. By the size and scars of the thing, you'd say it must be a full grown adult, but you've seen them grow to be much bigger. You scrunch your nose and lower your blade slightly... then slide it back into its sheath. "Well... Fucked or not, I could use the cats. I'll join up now. But I ain't taking orders from a buncha bandits pups fresh off of an ass-beating. You can organize yourselves how you like, but I'm here on even terms. I want a quarter of the income. I'm keeping my sword." You say these things as fact, but cock an eyebrow at the end as if to question the trio. There's a pause. The wind whirls dust around your feet and breezes between you and the others. Dog-Spit nods. "Alright. You're in." You cross your arms. "Great." Another pause. "What now?" You ask. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6409266>>She might be onto something. Hash is big money if you know where to sell it, plus the swamps are the perfect place to lay low for a while. I think we should check it out.
>>6409266>She might be onto something. Hash is big money if you know where to sell it, plus the swamps are the perfect place to lay low for a while. I think we should check it out. Bloodspider vengeance arc
The Dragonair lunges and the crowd roars. "Thunder Wave!" you shout, and your partner executes the move with singular grace, electricity crackling across the arena floor. The opposing Machamp staggers, muscles seizing, and for one bright moment the match is yours.A kid next to you turns up the volume on his PokéGear, snapping you out of the memory.You're on a bench in Goldenrod Station with your bag between your feet and a promotional "Moocha" going cold in your hand -- MooMoo Milk and a single shot of espresso, Whitney's smiling face on the cup. The kid next to you, ten or eleven with a Sentret perched on his backpack, is watching Pokémon League reruns on a PokéGear screen no bigger than a playing card. It's not one of your matches, nor your Dragonair, from two years ago. You look away, slightly relieved.Goldenrod at rush hour is an intolerable racket of voices, horns, and traffic. Commuters crowd into the Magnet Train platform while a group of young trainers clusters around a map kiosk, backpacks stuffed with Potions and dried Oran Berry trail mix. A recruitment poster for the Goldenrod Gym hangs on the nearest pillar -- Whitney's Miltank grinning beside bold text: THINK YOU'RE TOUGH ENOUGH? You've walked past it three times in three separate locations today.Your PokéGear buzzes in your pocket. The caller ID reads BLACKTHORN GYM and a name that makes you immediately swipe left to dismiss. You slide the PokéGear back into your pocket. Dragonair's Pokéball brushes your wrist as you do so, faintly warm the way it always is. You couldn't bring yourself to box her or trade her away like you did the others. You've been through too much together.The departures board above the main concourse clicks through its rotations, white letters on black tiles shuffling into place. You hitch your bag onto your shoulder and walk toward the board.>You're here for the Magnet Train to Saffron City, then to Lavender Town, to take over the local PokéMart for your sick uncle.>You're here for the ferry to Olivine City. An old friend is in over their head with the PokéMart they bought recently and has asked (begged) for your help.>You're here for the bus to Azalea Town, where the grandma who raised you has kept the local PokéMart running since before you were born.
bump because waiting for update.
I believe.Actually old, old summoning ritual, but...OP is kill.
>>6405308I don't think it worked.
>>6406523Worth a try.
That must be some business that caught OP.
Infohazard Edition>PREVIOUS THREADhttps://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6253906/>What is this?"The Mystery Dungeons 2e" is a text-based role-playing game created to expand on the setting created by the spinoff series, Pokémon Mystery Dungeon. This has no story relation to the first quest, and is its own new story. Players still isekai themselves into the world and become Pokémon, going on adventures with their newfound guild mates! SFW ONLYA deeper explanation of rules, related pages, and whatnot can be found here:https://rentry.org/tmd2many_rules>I'd like to participate!This current arc is coming to a close. When that happens (and you’ll know when), we may have a spot for another foreigner to join the world of Pokémon…or even for a native to enter the stage and become Something More. Until Then…there are other ways to participate, about which you can learn and do here: https://matrix.to/#/#the-mystery-dungeons-2nd-edition:matrix.org>Okay, now what?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6420589>>6417376>>6417383>>6420609Espurr watches with amusement as the light show speaks for itself.Together, Espurr, Ribbons, and Spike have made their mark. They give Orner a passing glance before moving on with style...The cat clutches their head as a dull throb sears their skull, but they bear it without question, turning away from the now-shattered barrier as glass falls overhead, tilting their face down and sweeping their Golden Scarf up into the air to strike a valiant pose.>Espurr wins!It's a joy they're looking to experience again in the future.
>>6420586Skitty feels a tug on her mind, turning around briefly in confusion. "Wh–?"Whatever she did, the effect was felt somewhere behind her. Either way... "I think my Move came out back there somewhere. Did anybody else sense that?"She walks past the team's resident aurafarmer >>6420664, following Matchia forth. If the barrier is still up, though, she thinks she might have a place to start investigating.
Rolled 8 + 1 (1d20 + 1)>>6420676Espurr stays like that until Skitty passes by, after which they resume their usual unbalanced stance.They speak to the Pale One and the one with Two Bows- Spike >>6417376 and Ribbons >>6417383."A final task requires my attention. Our efforts have been successful." That's stating the obvious, but it's Espurr's way of stating praise. "Follow if you so choose.">>6420586With that, Espurr waddles off towards the strange runic device across the quiet battlefield. Kaz seems to have found something... and Espurr takes great interest in the sensation it projects as the 'battery' fizzles and disintegrates. Something's odd about that thing...So they take time to study it and see what makes it so special. All these foreign tools and attachments, with signs and symbols representing and reflecting a purpose they don't know the reasoning behind, only the intent. It was a device meant to capture and hold. They, too, were caught in it. But that didn't last long.>Espurr used Recycle!>Espurr's Recycle Mastery: Introspection! Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6420589What beautiful and terrifying symmetry. Opposite forces compounding upon each other, tearing apart something an impenetrable barrier at the very seams.And now oblivion clouds his vision. The others will have to tell him of what happens later. >>6420664He wonders when Espurr grew a spine? Perhaps his curiosity will lead him to investigate the barrier as he would- '_Someone built this cage. I wonder who? How? Why?_' Spike murmurs telepathically to Espurr. >Spike faints.
Sure enough, both of the remaining rods contain Wonder Room. But None of your moves have been inverted while inside this supposed altered room's volume. Is that a product of there being two of them? Why bother with this whole setup? Under assurance there won't be any more dangers, the light being strafes between Brook and Spike like a freshly attached stray on the long walk home. It seems certain of their exact positions regardless of whether they're communicating with it or not, but it jitters around with an air of uncertainty in response to any of Ribbons or Espurr's projections. It can respond to them well enough, but...Is this [hydrocarbon]....extinguished? A hazard? It'll ask such things of a fainting Cress, Orner, Wooden shacks, mossy rocks, empty points in the air. Just how is it seeing?Sometimes it walks. Sometimes it tumbles horizontally, or dances, or drifts limp. There doesn't seem to be any pattern or reason behind any of it. The crossing out is exponentially slower on the way out compared to in, even given all the battles; lugging this giant statue and two invalids in Sneasler and Cress is much more tiring a process traveling upward. The mountain Pokemon eyes up the bright stranger with a fraction of the curiosity one would expect from the local flavor. It seems more interested in grooming Sail's antennae back into place and buffing out his metal shell with their limited energy than anything else. "A story is only useful to study a problem that's still around." Is all you'd get if you were to ask. It's slow, but maybe some uneventful time to reflect on all that's happened on this long journey is to be appreciatedEveryone, take 25 IQ for all your synchronized movements and frontiering the science of space and staff manipulation.The pitch-black rock of the mountain and shining lava steals light form the sky. Not that you can tell until you're far enough home, but it's nighttime when your exit is made.BRIGHT SIDE EVENTIDE: COMPLETE
[For A Blue & Pure World - A Gundam SEED Quest]February of Cosmic Era 70, Yggdrasil Space Station Vacinity..."All Moebius Mobile Armor pilots, begin deployment!"You hear the commander of your vessel, the Hampton, shout as you release an breath you didnt realize you were holding in for way too long. Your time in the Military Academy had prepared you for this eventuality. To have to fight, and to kill, still...would you be able to survive the hellscape that was war? The Moebius surged forth from its small catapult as you are jettisoned out into space, "Erza Thorne, lets do it!" Arrayed in formation with dozens of other Moebius, your sure that if you just follow orders and rely on a bit of luck, you'll be able to make it through."All Forces...fire!!" You hear over comms as the fleet began its attack against tue encroaching ZAFT forces and their GINN mobile suits.[What to aim for first...?](d100+Pilot Skill Mod)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6392621>>6392617Taking an deep breath, you focused ahead on the enemy vessels, letting more daring, and statistically more suicidal pilots take the front as you fire Linear Gun, aiming for the sub-weapons of an Laurasia-class Ship, the shots not quite reaching their target as the accelerated rounds hit the bottom hull section of the vessel."Striker Squadron, you got incoming!" One of the ship operators shouted into Comms as three GINN were boosting towards the battle line from an lower altitude, "Come on Kid, Evade!" Another Pilot of the Squadron says, You think his name was Mu, says as you fall in tandem with his machine as the two of you move to play Tag with the giant war machines. Bullets fly past as you maneuver as best you could with your wingman as the GINN's try to pick you off with gunfire. Striker 03 suddenly got hit when one of the enemy headed the Squadron off near some debris. Biting your tongue, you had no leisure to mourn as you veered around to at least fight back against tryout foe's, taking aim with Mu and Striker 02 as you nail an enemy with several shots of Linear Gun. One blinds the main camera as a round destroyed monoeye sensor of the machines head while several more were focused on the midsection where the cockpit was, caving it in and piercing out the other side as the machine explodes."Alright! We bagged one! Command, we need some relief from two bodies before we get wiped!" Mu calls to the captain as they acknowledge, sending another unit to help assist, the fixture of the battle, Yggdrasil, slowly going up in flames in tue crossfire, tue space station taking damage as the fighting went on. "The Yggdrasil is burning..." You muse as you attempt to down another GINN, using focused fire to overwhelm them as you destroy both hands with lucky shots, your manipulation of the Linear Gun manually allowed you to get better shots even back on the simulator, despite it taking longer to line up a shot to intercept a target where it was going rather than where it was. Suddenly, you detect something, from off into the distance, something was coming towards the fleet, an mobile suit? Your body reacts as you feel surge of concentrated malice. Several shots fly past where you used to be as Striker 02 was destroyed by the machines gunfire. The new foe seemed to be an enhanced model, bearing extra boosters and thrusters, bearing an rifle that sported an blade bayonet half the length of the regular GINN Heavy Sword."We can't handle this, we should pull back to the support of the Anti-Air Fire!" Mu says as he seemed to have managed to evade as well as you both retreat towards friendly support, but that GINN wasn't going to allow you both to escape that easily as he surges up towards Mu, the Moebius thrust was too slow to escape the enemies grasp as you wondered what to do!?[The Easy Choice or The Hard Choice?]>Continue your retreat, sorry Mu...>Try to knock Mu away from the enemies imminent attack!
>>6392642>Try to knock Mu away from the enemies imminent attack!
QM, you alive?Come back if able, Quest was barely just starting. Aw man.
>>6392583>[b]my gundam[/b]
NOVAGEN SECURE LINE 3.0SECURITY CHECK [===============] 100% OKSITE LISTIIIIII <-IVVENTER ACCESS: ***********CHECKING [===============] 100%GRADE 5 ACCESS: OKGRADE 4 ACCESS: OKComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6411270>Curious about the outside worldAlready worth it
>>6411270>Curious about the outside world
MONSTER QUEST 2THE CITY HOLDS ITS BREATH. RECAP TIME!It's been a week since the ROAR OF THE MONSTER KING shook the City, turning many of its inhabitants into MONSTERS. That number included (you)! Latching onto the evil in your heart, the power of the roar has turned you into an elemental being of mold and gamer rage! Hopping from shell to shell, you have spent the last week facing HEROES, resisting the creeping insanity of your new condition, avoiding getting roped into the SECOND MONSTER WAR, breaking into prisons, and finding time to focus on your true enemy. Abysmal video games and shitters who play them! But all this time, doom hanged over your head. MONSTER KING created you and the ones like you with a purpose: to be thralls in the war of his second coming. For a century humans kept the King contained, but clearly, he has regained enough power to make himself known once again. The old guard – monsters who became such purely due to their own evil nature – herd the roar-born ones like you into an army to free the MONSTER KING. You are one of the few ones who know that doing so would spell your enslavement, the borrowed power inside of you giving the King enough control to turn you into nothing more but his minion should he ever truly wake up and be free. To ensure your freedom, you and your minions/friends(?) have agreed to work with a terrifying natural-born monster, IO, who claims that he would take the power of the monster king for himself.RECAP OVER! Previous thread: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6312550/
Rolled 3 (1d3)>>6421870Okay, that's one DC beaten. Let's see.1 - Rayle2 - Snail3 - The Giga Fed
>>6422090If Rayle dies, I will riot.
>>6422090OH THANK YOU GOD!its nobody we care about taking damage yet
>>6422091Rayle takes damage, Moldy rushes to her side"moldy...i wanted to tell you something...""dont talk...you still need to become human right?""shut up, its important...you need to hear this...""...""....i just wanted to let you know...that you were a good bot lane""NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"*cue emotion driven power up*
>>6422095>Rayle admitting that she was the bad half in the botlane and if she was just better moldy could've carried the whole gameCinematic masterpiece.
Pick Location>Riverlands: Many hills between them are rivers many tribes and clans try to lay claim to this area as the rivers provide many benefits. Raids are commonplace. >Fertile plains: Flat land as far as the eye can see. Rain is very common allowing crops to flourish. A great lake is at the center of the plains. Lack of materials and terrain make it hard to build structures.>Rocky Mountains: Harsh steep environment filled with strong beasts. Very defensible locations but there is a lack of easy food. Pick Race>Human: Balanced and adaptable have no problems with affinity in most skills. Major diplomacy bonus with other neutral humans. >Orc: Orcs live to fight; they raid for their most technology -5 to research rolls. One extra army action per turn.>Troll: Ugly tuff beasts with strong regeneration. They fear fire as it stops their regeneration. They excel at charging tolls especially at bridges. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6397025Also doesn't help that some of the most active/enthusiastic QMs/players here have literally been bullied away from /qst/ by other anons for reasons that are ultimately really trivial. But when traffic slows down so much that the average quest is rocking 4-6 players, just 1 or 2 of them acting like dicks is way harder to ignore. I havent been here terribly long, but I think if mods/jannies had been stricter, sooner, in dealing with bad actors, it would've really helped protect this space.
>>6397057I feel like it's still more of a # of users issue - if there are enough people, the morons naturally get drowned out / ignored
>>6397059Right, I agree - but it's a downward spiral, I guess, is what I mean. As the general population has declined, dickheads have gained a larger relative footprint, making the space less welcoming to new QMs and more tiresome for older ones. Really a shame. Obviously all the different factors at play have been talked about to death in the /qtg/. Just the way of it. I happen to still really like the 4chan interface, though captcha is more of a drag than ever. I have resisted trying out akun because it looks ugly and a little confusing to me, and I mostly mobile post which I suspect exacerbates my issues with the layout. As other anon suggested, I think we should push to be allowed back into /tg/ or something, at this point.
>>6397072> I think we should push to be allowed back into /tg/ or something, at this point.Only way really. Though obviously mods would need to do more work or it would even have to be a custom "label qst threds as such, only 3 - 5 allowed at a time", etc.
>>6397057I'll admit I haven't seen most of that, simply because I don't often venture in the qtg, despite having been questing since around 2012ish, but yeah, whenever I've ventured into qtg I do see drama. If I didn't peek inside a few times a year, I wouldn't know that soj had art drama and apparently people think he is a pedo or gooner slop QM or something. Or that so many people hated Souv besides me (I love/hate him). Or any number of a million other things. But frankly qtg was like that even back on /tg/ to some degree, people had strong opinions on quests and writing and dice mechanics, some drama ensues, etc. It just didn't matter because we had sheer volume of people back then.>low player count4-6 players isn't that bad for a quest imo, it is basically the cozy zone. The ideal place to be for the average quest, so long as you get replacements occasionally to fill in for people who's interest drops off. It's only really bad for QMs with bigger egos (don't mean this in a mean way) who need the engagement to maintain their interest. But it is dire when the majority of quests on the board are in that same state, even really popular quests seem to drop off to that sort of player count after one or two threads. And yes, a couple of assholes in a low population quest can definitely kill it.>stricter janniesEh, I am really thankful they are so neglectful honestly. Outside of taking care of that one pony!scatporn/ultra!racist thread spammer and outright flamers, I've found the presence of mods to be rather oppressive. I say this as someone who is generally a good actor (I've only received a 1 day ban a single time for off topic discussion). Like, as someone who thinks anonkun is WAY too full of power fantasy smut quests, I think it is stupid that posting lewd quests earns you a ban. At no point were /tg/ or /qst/ ever as bad as akun, imo. And even banning people who flame others is just liable to have half the population ending up banned eventually, which in our present state, is not a good idea.>>6397059Agreed, you can ignore/filter threads or people. The fact of the matter is that our fate was sealed the moment we got split off into a containment board that receives no new features or technical support, and doesn't cover enough subjects to have broad appeal. Community initiatives to attract new people came too late and weren't sustained enough to really make a long term difference. Plus /qst/ has better (barely) alternatives. Even if akun has the shitty infamous kascode and similar lack of new features, and SB/SV has a different culture and very slow quest updates (once or twice a week is normal for 'fast' quests there, once a month is more normal, plus regular and frequent hiatuses), making it better suited for a different format of quests, like plan!quests or managerial/strategic quests (though at least discussion is fast, even if updates aren't).
Not everything is what it seems…An image was created, but few will truly understand what’s hidden within it. There is a secret, a code… maybe even a path.You only have 23 days to uncover the mystery.We are looking for intelligent people who enjoy exploring technology and uncovering the unknown.If you enjoy mysteries, challenges, and have a sharp mind, this enigma is for you.Tip: look closely, think outside the box… the answer isn’t where everyone is looking.When you figure it out, everything will make sense.Good luck.
that's not a quest, go post that shit on Twitter
You have journeyed much, in these lands most strange; these unending mountains whose peaks stretch towards the heavens. Through ridge and pass you have gone, by valley and crest alike, over leagues unnumbered of blackened stone and roaring wind. What remained, then, but to press ever onwards, towards some end unknown, unseen, and scarcely dreamt? Lo, and upon the farthest verge of sight, a mountain beyond all telling, whose sides were as sheer walls set against unending skies. Thither you were drawn, compelled somehow to climb it, to ascend beyond, and gaze upon what remained above...yet before your feet could touch that dread ascent, one trial most great remained; a narrow path, a ledge upon which one could scarcely stand, poised above gulfs unfathomable, whose stygian darkness struck the surroundings with a force most like light.What narrowness it was, what blade-like edge which stood as your only road. You could not cross it with what you carried; you could not cross it with all you brought. You could see, in the distance, possessions much alike; replacements most plentiful, of quality far greater! But how should a soul one so readily abandon that which had brought them through all that was? What hardness of heart might it take to hew one's lifeboat into lumber? To turn one's cradle into kindling?No will so greatly weighed, none save the will to live.You search the resolve to do so inside you; you drive your will to muster strength. What littlest burden may you carry, that shall find you the grit to walk?You awaken.
>>6422445>A craze for horseflesh in Straccian feasts seizes the peninsula, and only spreads further and inconceivably faster than any can fathom.
>>6422270>I will accept the costs of the ammo supply>I will not buy any spare horses at all
>>6422400+1 to this
>>6422270>I will accept the costs of the ammo supply>I will not buy any spare horses at all>>6422320I support seeking craftsmen to build fortified wagons. As things stand, our musketeers would be extremely vulnerable in the open
>>6422280>>6422320>>6422442>>6422445>>6422568Ammo, No Horses is the winner
One moment you're in the Barrens, cheerfully scraping mutant bug goo off your crotch plate with a sharpened hubcap.The next, your body is being crushed from all sides into a single dimensionless point.No pain. A distant, vaguely malevolent sound like God cracking His knuckles, a flash of rainbow colors, and then--Green.You have never seen this much green. Your HUD tries to pinpoint your exact location via GPS and gives up after a few tries. The external sensors lick the air and do something they have never done before in their entire operational life: find nothing wrong with it.ATMOSPHERIC ANALYSIS COMPLETE. Toxins: NONE. Radiation: NONE. Particulate: CLEAN. ERROR -- results outside range of last 5341 DAYS. Recommend immediate sensor recalibration.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6408343>Check out the locale.This guy's not going anywhere, and before we go agreeing to anything, gathering our own info might help prevent us from being rug-pulled. This isn't the first time we've had to navigate a shifty deal.Broadly though, I am tempted to take him up on it, mainly so we have a home base for R&R, and so we can hold him to the lofty ideals expressed here (rather than him sliding into a dictator as is likely).Also of note: this "disease of the will" affects the guys in charge of towers. Of which our slightly hapless Robes is now a member. We'll need to keep an eye on him.
>>6408515+1, excellent thinking. Plus, keeping him waiting is a good negotiation tactic.>t. merchant
>>6408343>Check out the localeLet's take a look how much FREEDOM and DEMOCRACY this place could use. Also we need to find some jerky for the Unicorn. Pet her.
>>6408343>Check out the locale.I figure the long-term plan should be to get ourselves a recharging source of JUICE, enough allies to back us up, then take out the Princess and install a new puppet. We've already demonstrated that we can take out most of what they might throw at us, all we need is more intel on what the Princess has that could stop us. She can be as lawful all she wants, it will be for naught if we burn down her kingdom. Ahem, I mean start a revolution for FREEDOM AND LIBERTY.
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Here you are, like many times before, breaking a sweat in front of a grill — doing what you do best. That’s right, you’re cooking some burgers! The most special kind. A recipe of your own creation. One that surpasses every other single one. But you can’t boast yet without every single one of your hobos’ approval! You’re nothing without them, and if they don’t enjoy it, there’s no reason to do this. That’s why you called Ruby and Suan De back to the apartment. One quick testing session before everyone arrives. Your teammates are stuck in traffic so there’s time to prepare everything for the party AND get those two’s consent for your nameless burger. Then Matilda will be next! You’ll show her the superior burger!You’re not naming the burger based on the team (You don’t apologize to Bubbles.) It’s a placeholder. The name you came up with was rejected, and the hobos’ suggestion was so offensive that you won’t give it the dignity to list it here.Regardless, your judges have arrived...“I meant to arrive early, but I was delayed. My apologies.” Suan De bursts in like she’s about to do the most important assassination mission she ever had. “What’s the emergency?”“Johnny, I’m here as well. Whatever you need us for, we are ready.” Ruby hurries inside.“Good. I need your opinion on these.” You show off the incredible hamburgers your twisted mind has prepared.“That’s the emergency…?” Suan De feels cheated. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6396716>Celia will join the team! She’s gonna be a great asset to saving the world!>Celia is going to have your babies! Wait, who wrote this prompt?! Your mom?!Mom, that’s your answer for everything! ‘Son, sweetie, make sure your lady takes her fertility drugs at least a month before your date night, and that you abstain and eat lots of spinach, citrus, and tree nuts during that time!’ Come on!
Nothing is going to stop Celia from spelling out this oath to the whole world! You can see the unwavering determination in her eyes. She’s an unstoppable force who won’t ever back down from keeping this pledge to you.“I’ll help you enact revenge against your psycho dad.” Celia’s eyes are full of determination. “And don’t give me any of that ‘you don’t have to’ crap or something lame like that. I want to. Damn, I have to! I’m not letting any motherfucker get away with hurting you.”“Celia, this is very kind of you in a twisted way, but I don’t know if it’s worth the effort.” You scratch the back of your head. “Don’t get me wrong, the guy is a tool. But he’s pretty much a non-factor right now.”“That’s your problem right there. You got this idea in your head that you can move on because you can endure it, but he’s weighing you down, Johnny. And running with shackles on ain’t really freedom.” Celia looks down to the street. “Or your style.”“Did I sound that dejected when we were talking about it?” You drop your head.“I can’t say for sure. When I saw you there, I felt like I was watching my reflection. It’s scary. To be so in tune with someone and what links us is hopelessness.” Celia admits. “A bastard ruined our lives and no one made it right. The world moved on. End of chapter. Justice doesn’t exist and crap. And you feel like you have to move on too...”“I can still do something about it…” It wasn’t your priority, that’s all. Right?“Yeah, same, it didn’t stop me from feelin’ like crap though.” Celia shrugs. “But seeing this reflecting on you… it was worse… like my stomach was burning. I was beside myself. So fuckin’ angry. I wanted to throw my plans in the dumpster, find this bastard and…” Celia scratches her head. “...You don’t deserve this bullshit, man. You don’t deserve to feel like... me.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6396832“Like what kind of future?” You wonder. “You know, one where you and I… Huh… Uhm… UHM...” Celia’s determination begins wavering! A thought so lewd crossed her mind that it flusters her. An entire future timeline of events clogs her brain. “You okay there?” You’re worried about your fellow Beaniesaur.“I wasn’t thinkin’ of anything!” Celia starts panicking.“That’s worrying in a way.” You look concerned.“S-Shut up. W-What I’m tryin’ to say is that I’m NOT thinkin’ of any babies or stuff like that!!!” Celia is getting even more panicky.“What?” You raise an eyebrow. That’s not something you have heard before, barring certain situations… “I mean, we could talk about it. I don’t have a job, but…” You have some assets in the entertainment business!Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6396833Thanks for running!
You are Princess Myrcella Baratheon and your problems are too numerous to count.Where do you even begin? Your older brother Joffrey is a charismatic sociopath who enjoys torturing kittens to death. Your younger brother Tommen, for all his good moral character, lacks anything resembling a spine. Your mother, Queen Cersei Baratheon, is a witless imbecile who has convinced herself that she's the most intelligent person in any room that she walks into. Your so-called friends are all your mother's lapdogs, well behaved handmaidens who tell your stupid bint of a mother everything you talk about. Your father, King Robert Baratheon, is prone to rage and drinking when he's not fucking his way through every whore in King's Landing. To make matters worse, the one human being in all the city you could rely on, who cared enough to hear out your troubles and offer grandfatherly advice, just dropped dead. Old age and a sudden sickness, claimed Grand Maester Pycelle, which might as well have been code for foul play in the height of summer, when his wife and sickly son remained hale and hearty. The one good thing that came from Lord Arryn's death was how mutual grief warmed your relations with your oaf of a father. For all of his many faults, and for all that he ignored Lord Arryn's advice, your father certainly loved the man."Took you under his wing, did he?" your father asked, and you pretended that he'd always been so interested in your daily life. "I'm glad at least one of my children could appreciate his council."If only your father appreciated his council more. Then perhaps you would not have heard the servants whisper of debts accumulating at horrific rates. Instead of saying that aloud, you simply say, "Joffrey doesn't have the temperament to sit still and listen."Your father snorted like a boar. "No, he doesn't, does he? Proud as his mother, that boy...""And he rages like you in the yard," the words left your mouth before you could stop them. Fortunately, your father took it as a compliment to your brother, and not the criticism of both their petty tantrums as you meant it to be. Joffrey hated losing, and when you couple that with his only modest talent in swordcraft... well, he tended to explode with rage. Still, hearing that lifts your father's spirits out from mourning, if only a little. "Does he now? That's good. He'll become a proper Baratheon yet."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6392250>Visit the Godswood. Lady Goldenleaf wanted you to pass a message to her student.Duty first.
>>6392250>Visit the Godswood. Lady Goldenleaf wanted you to pass a message to her student.We need to keep our promise before anything else.
Was good while it lasted.
I actually like this one more than jason one i hope it continues. Myrcella inner dialogue is a lot of fun.
>>6392250>There are six exceptionally good creatures that require pets, treats, and affection and you shall befriend each and every one of them.
