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.
>>6335854Any idea when the update will be, QM?
We are lost once again.
*sad noises*
Owari da
And we never got the haircut like in the op>>6348305made me check
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
>>6348489It's then that you remember your prior commitments- And as a princess should never go back on her word you must force yourself to leave. So with, admittedly little, reluctance, you bid the good lord adieu and make your way to the towering home of Inquisitor Leontine. Heh, get it? Oh, nevermind you’re already here… Your nose scrunches as a foul odor assaults it, and it only takes a second for your trained senses to realize what that smell is; death. You burst through the door as a feeling of wrongness overcomes your body, you do not gasp when you see Leontine's corpse being held upright on her chair by the blade of a bastard sword. You rush over to the body, “Dammit, what kind of illegitimate son of a-” curses fly out of your mouth as you examine the body. Perhaps, you shouldn't be surprised Leontine is an inquisition and no matter how paranoid it's still a dangerous occupation- “Fuck!” You do not scream when a rat jumps out from under her clothes. And you’re about to smite the beast before it leaps at your feet and scuttles around menacingly. With such a maneuever in play you're forced to make a tactical retreat from the rat. But just as quickly as it came down it returns to the corpse and crawls into her clothing through the tear made by the sword. “Hey, get out of there!” You shout, but as you try to remove the vermin before it can dishonor the Inquisitor's body, it drags out a bloodstained letter in its tiny maw. Of course, you pick it out of the rat's mouth, which waits obediently as you open it and view its contents. Your eyes dart from the shockingly red letters to Leontine's hands and see them dyed red from using her blood to write. Though you do notice, for being written by a woman near death, it is shockingly well composed. You shrug. Inquisitors are eccentric, so it doesn't faze you much. “Dear Lorina,” It reads,At the time of writing, I am currently mere moments away from the Goddess’s embrace, for the greatest of all enemies- A demon has killed me. It seems I was careless in setting my wards this morning, as he bypassed them and ran me through before I could even catch a glance at the Stranger. Please, before the night ends, find them and allow my souls to find peace.P.S: Do NOT head to the Inquisition before this matter is resolved. I fear they may be compromised.You set the note down and blink. “Fuck,” you didn't think this was how your night was going to go. Though you suppose there is no better way to learn how to find Strangers than to just do it. So after paying respects to the late Inquisitor by closing her dilated eyes, you head off toComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6348494The corpse has started to stink too soon. The letter is suspiciously wordy. The rat is enchanted or trained. This is some sort of test.>Declare loudly that we know this is a test but we'll indulge her.>Continue investigating the house
>>6348494>Continue investigating the houseclues...
>>6348494>No, don’t go and talk to the people who know how often I do this, they’re all compromised and shit!Yeah, it’s a test. I’m betting the rat’s a polymorphed human.>”Hey rat, does she have you do this often?”>Continue investigating the house
>>6348494>Continue investigating the houseSuch a test
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.
Rolled 17 + 10 (1d100 + 10)>>6346236
>>6346357>>6348149>>6348183The wind picks up as you keep going northwards and for a moment, it seems Rascal's inexperience with this sort of flying is going to see him blown off course, but he powers through and soon enough, you're through the turbulence and he's flying steadily again, a flock of Starly passing you by.If you'd been any slower, you'd likely have passed right through them and given how they're squawking, they likely would have taken issue with Rascal.At this rate, you figure you'll hit Redmont Town a little after two in the afternoon.Rascal will probably be tired, but everyone else will probably be fresh and Volta might even be raring for a round two after how well she did against Thundurus.
>>6348352>Roll: Target DC 50 (Overlevel penalty negated by Rascal respecting you, +5 for Tailwind, +5 for Rascal being Large.)Successes to completion: 2 of 3
Rolled 29 (1d100)>>6348354
Rolled 32 + 10 (1d100 + 10)>>6348354
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.
>>6348705I'm wondering if we should have a medal or something for non-combat excellence. Farkas and the Followers really did well keeping this under control.We really need to get the sewage system back online so this doesn't happen again.
>>6348838some sort of civil service commendationvery good ideaat the very least we should be praising the Followers in our speech
>>6348775Shhhh don’t worry anon, we don’t have to speak or such things here/
>>6348838A state honours system seems like it would be a good thing to have, to recognise and reward those who goabove and beyond for their country and fellow citizens in both military and civil contexts. It might generate a bit of civic pride and incentivise such behaviour.
>>6348924That would be good and it can help show what behavior we want out of the people.
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.
>>6349106>Having escaped their clutches, the last thing these guys will expect is for you to actually GO to the women’s prison… And there, maybe you can free some extra forces!zz+empy distraction will also help us here
>>6349106>>Carve your way in with the rad-saber, hoping not to get caught until you’re already inside and up-closewe have a distraction, right? they must be busy somewhere else
>>6349131>>6349158>>6349219You and Yeb-Uit are still considering your options—which is to say, YOU are considering your options, while the old boy waits to hear what you’ll both be doing—when you hear the sound a second time:“GUUUURRRRRURURURU!”After a long pause of twitching ears and tilting heads, Yeb notes: “It’s closer, this time.”You narrow your eyes and nod slightly. CZ’s in Chiffchaff. You aren’t sure what that means for the mission’s progress: are her forces so dominant that they’ve stormed on in to take the town? As delightful as that scenario is, dancing across your imagination, it seems… Unlikely, to put it mildly. Even if Ayla had teleported the whole damn Regiment in, she’d be all out of energy twice over, and your crew would still be outnumbered and (quite literally) outgunned. So what, then?“It’s comin’ from that way,” Yeb-Uit adds with a nod, following to continued commotion.You follow his gaze, and grit your teeth when you recognize your sister’s course takes her towards ‘city’ centre. Just like Northwesterners have a pattern to where they place their prisons, they have certain habits about where they situate their leadership. You’d considered the same course of action earlier, and so it’s only sort of a surprise that your shadow-self has struck upon the same idea… And impulsive, immature ‘Carazzi Yosef’ is more wont to go for broke than you are.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6349293Up close, you start to wonder if this place even IS a jail, in fact. Nearer to the foundations, the architectural style—simplified and cheaply-built as it may be—remind you more of one of the rural chapels which you’ve seen in smaller towns on the outskirts of Hawksong’s aegis.“What god?” Yeb-Uit asks.“How in the Hells should I know?”“Well, you’re datin’ a humie, ‘n they’re religious.”You scoff. “You think I’d be bangin’ a god-botherer?”Yeb-Uit shrugs. You turn back to the matter at hand, though for tactical purposes you DO take a moment to study the iconography. All the statues have been smashed, or beheaded, or simply removed to leave lightly-coloured places where dust has only recently begun to accumulate. Here and there though, you see symbols: swirling patterns like wind or water, wheels, wings. You recall your trip out to the steppe, to capture the hundun, and the humie priestess you ran into there—hadn’t she said something about a god of travel, or trade, or something like that?It's Yeb-Uit who scopes out the place, being tall enough to crane his neck and look through one of the windows—glass-filled, a rarity in this colonial outpost, reserved for the ‘important’ places. You wait (im)patiently, until he ducks down and creeps back to report on what he sees:Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6349296Yeb-Uit blinks, and stares in silent question. You don’t answer him. You don’t even have time to START describing your history with Enid Carstene—a human of distant, alleged eleven ancestry that manifested in the bright-eyed blonde being uncannily svelte and nimble in that way that elves—even half-bloods like Tips—tend to be. It was tough not to give credence to the theory, even if the braggadocious bitch had been the only source of information on the subject; her movements had a way of drawing the eye.(Jimmy’s eye, especially. Fucking homewrecking CUNT!)Still… Enid IS a member of your old adventuring party, from before New Goblintown and before the Monstrous Regiment. Much as you mistrust her intentions with your man, she’s a skilful rogue—better at it than you, if you’re being honest, albeit less effective with a blade. She has a smattering of other skills, too, which could prove useful…Assuming she isn’t slain in a sacrifice to summon some sinister son-of-a-bitch from the Infernal Pit.“What’s the play?” asks Yeb-Uit.>Creep in quiet like while they’re performing the ritual—they’ll be distracted, and you can free the other two, first>Interrupt the ritual straight away—save Enid and spoil their dark arts ASAP!>Maybe you can stage a ritual of your own, actually… You’re not a follower of the Gods Above, but this is a despoiled temple, so maybe they’ll hear you out for revenge’s sake?>Barge in brazenly—you’re here to make a bargain!>Write-inComment 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...
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
Rolled 15 - 30 (1d100 - 30)>>6348490
>>6348848Negative 15?! That is a new low
Rolled 22 - 30 (1d100 - 30)>>6348848That's why I didn't want to leave Andrè behind, that guy's liable to get kidnapped by cannibals in a metropolis of all places!
Is -8 better than -15? KEK
>>6349181get out of my head anon
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)
