You are a cell. You are living your best cell life, just doing cell things, like replicating, growing and metabolizing, synthesizing proteins, and moving around. Then, suddenly, one day, one of your neighbor cell starts doing unusual things. Your neighbor cell is spreading out and pushing up into your space. Is this allowed?What are you going to do about it?>Mind your own cell business as usual>Try to interrogate the neighbor cell for more information>Give your neighbor cell your mitochondrias>Kill the offending neighbor cell
>>6275525I'm thinking that it's not like mutating these cancer powers for it's cancer existence, I need to turn off DNA repair, I need to turn of tumor suppression, no, these things are just getting more and more broken
the fuck is OP doing with these weird contradictory updates
>>6277240Everybody was a cell each
>>6278435ohhhhhhh........ that explains everything it was a riot quest not a plan quest ...... yeah that needed some introduction
>>6278915I was as confused as you are, man.
“Let’s open the chest.”The sharp, reinforced scalpel plunged into the Rangdan’s chest. Pangea grip’s tightened, then pulled the blade down and into a Y shape. The tough skin needed a steady pull from the mechanical arms, once open, Pangea and Amar examined each organ. Pangea nudged, pulled, and eventually cut out the organ after studying them, following Amar’s instruction more than doing the examination on her own. “So, how are you feeling, daughter?”Pangea looked across from the Rangdan corpse. “I’m fine… Why do you ask?”A sickening plop popped as a tweezer pulled a circular organ. “To see if you’re feeling well. Are you?”She glared. “I’m fine.”“Are you sure? I—”The table rattled as Pangea slammed her fists on the autopsy table. “I said I’m fine! It’s not like I’m mad that Father chose to rob me of my legion, my retinue, and the glory of hunting down the Rangdan, the xeno race I found first!”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6302246>“Call Quimby, we move immediately.”
>>6302295Might want to double check.
>>6302246>Call quimby we move immediatelyTell our brothers i's happening. But it IS happening
The Caretaker Quest - Part 7This is part 7 of the "side quest" for "Disappearing Hogwarts".An unofficial alternate timeline based on HeadQM´s highly praised quest, Disappearing Hogwarts.Reading the original story is not exactly necessary but heavily encouraged since this quest will contain references to it.Created mostly as a place to wait while HeadQM was away for a while but slowly evolved into his own thing.Quick recap so far:>Recently graduated Ravenclaw student is hired at Hogwarts as the new Caretaker.>Merlin somehow ended up inside your head.>Harry Potter´s daughter died, letting Salazar Slythering (previously stuck inside her head) free to continue his quest to control The Beast, an all powerful ancient creature accidentally created by Merlin.>He is currently now trapped inside a poor and weakened girl named Artemis.>This bought you valuable time while you learn how to contain The Beast>Hogwarts is slowly becoming an administrative mess now that Harry Potter himself disappeared.>You have a private investigator lurking around Hogwarts and is heavily suspicious of you.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
“Noch fünf Minuten…”“...yeah ok”A couple of hours later, you are both awake and dressed, finishing up a small breakfast sandwich.You cannot lie, a regular breakfast after a night of passion next to a lake does wonders for your body, you feel a weight being lifted from your shoulders and you feel your lungs filling up a bit more each time you take a deep breath.Willow is sitting a bit weird, but she keeps saying that she feels great…she might need to go by Madam Chiara´s office to get something for the soreness though.You then hear some quacking in the lake and see a small group of ducks swimming around.“Oh! ducks! i alvays vanted to feed ducks, can ve do it?”“Sure, we still have a couple of hours before we need to go back”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Willow comes out from behind a rock.“Are you sure?”“Yeah I'm sure! Look!”The duck is now sitting in between your legs, the little lasso of light still around its neck.“Maybe we could do something like this again next time we come back here”“Zhat sounds nice, ve could make it a game”She steps closer and sits next to you and the duck. You sit next to her, making sure to cross your legs so the duck can use it as a makeshift nest for now.“Zhis has been great…zhank you, Brandon”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
She walks in direction to the castle and you can notice a particular spring to her step and a sway to her hips.“Hate to see you go but love watching you leave”You smile and head back.Shortly after, you are back in your room, you take a quick bath, get your clothes cleaned and refill your thermos cup, but before you leave to go back to work, you remember…“Merlin? Sir?...”Still nothing“Ok, no time to panic yet, just…give him time”You push your panic back to the back of your mind and begin patrolling the castle, all while thinking what should be your next move.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6306014>Try looking for any other hints for the remaining pieces of the beast>>6306012This is a bit funny. Ducks, Geese, Swans are assholes. I recall me and my friends being chased by a group of geese at a little lake in high school. Like 25 of them. My mom told me how one bit and hung on to her thigh until granddad pried it off when she was like six.Duck is my favorite bird meat, though, so fuck those guys.
>>6306014>Try looking for any other hints for the remaining pieces of the beast
A Power Creature can be anything you imagine, as a clan they can shape a destiny of any form. They might be a team, a family, minions, a pantheon, a company, guardians, etc. They will influence events in two main ways:>Battle: Enemies will fight to oppose the clan. Battles will be resolved by a shuffled selection of one PC against one opponent, the outcome determined by Combat Style, or, if the same, the most experience.>Development: The Clan and PCs can affect their surroundings, themselves, and develop new strategies. Effects could include: restoring losses to the clan, changing the dynamics of battle, brokering alliances, gathering information, creating fortifications etc. To create a Power Creature, simply fill out three descriptions:>General Premise: (visual reference encouraged), briefly outline basic traits and any aptitude for a role in the clan and with other clan members. >Combat Style (pick one): STAB, REPEL, or BLAST (stab defeats repel, repel defeats blast, blast defeats stab)>Movement Class (pick one): SEDENTARY, WRIGGLE, SLITHER, SLIDE, ROLL, CRAWL, RUN, DASH, BOUND, CLAMBER, GLIDE, FLUTTER, DART, FLOW, PHASE or APPARATE. (this will influence selection in the shuffle for battle depending on the distance and terrain traversed)Once there is at least one PC with a Combat Style of every type, the clan activity will begin. You can then suggest developments to pursue, while more PCs can be created at any time.
I can't say I'm especially surprised.
Nobody wants to take over?
I'm not mad about this quest dying, I'm just disappointed.
>>6277140Haven't got the time, unfortunately. I'm down if someone else wants to.
>>6275985https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bk5MD6W7SwM
> While every world travels slowly towards its end, yours has just begun its journey.> For this world, the cycle of Gods and Men spins anew, on freshly birthed lands awash with life.> You are a being of creation, a God, among the first divinities born not long after a world’s genesis. You possess innate knowledge and immense power, with which you may seize dominance and carve out a place for yourself in these savage, untamed wilds.Welcome to a spinoff installation of Beings of Creation, a long-running tactical civ-style hexcrawl based on your imagination. You are a non-omniscient divine being of great power. You find yourself spontaneously brought into existence in a prehistoric, primeval world, untouched by Gods.The rules are relatively simple, and may be picked up as you go, but the document below goes into detail. Most players are familiar veterans of the game, so don't be shy and feel free to ask questions.https://docs.google.com/document/d/1eOyLUfkbgVFHjIPmNmcW9G2wQE7CZenv69m9yQF_aMY https://discord.gg/PvWBE9xnPlayers may begin creating their gods with the format below. Following such, every update I make each player will get to take a turn. Let the birth of your gods begin...Name: <What name will your minions, and other Gods, refer to you as?>Description: <What do you look like? Providing an image of inspiration for your God is preferred but optional.>Domains: <The themes that dictate your God’s powers. You may have anywhere from 1-3 of these domains. The more domains you have, the less powerful each subsection may be.>Color: <The preferred color of your hex on the map.>Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 3, 7 = 10 (2d10)>>6306469>Move while carrying Heliodos and Nugar to (14,28)"You are courting death. Submit, or be obliterated" the god of enlightenment calls out in a calm voice that brooked no humor.Less calm to his side was Heliodos, who'd seemed so irked at not getting a chance to nap for two whole epochs, his every snarl screaming that he was ready to kill someone, or something.>Convert [MA] [1 DI] [PRESSURE]
Rolled 7, 9, 10, 8 = 34 (4d10)>>6306704>The pressure in question
>Develop MA 1 DI - Pantheonic Whistle>Preq-Tech: Eternal Strife Pantheon, Happy Fun Ball>As a MI, members of the Eternal Strife Pantheon can emit a piercing whistle, causing the next movement tsss makes to be toward them.tsss. tsss is lonely. The puppies seem...lifeless. tsss pokes one gingerly and it falls over without resistance, like a long dead tree, laying on the ground without a care in the world. And tsss is not sure where tsss is, the shimmering pool of primal mana is too shiny, too bright, and the one spine tsss threw at it sizzled into vapor with concerning speed. tsss is feeling feelings, and tsss does not like it. Maybe if tsss listens very well tsss can figure out where tsss friends are.>Develop [MA] - Salt Pits>Preq-Resources: Miniscule Salt>A Salt Collection Tech that Improves Kikka Health by introducing basic food preservationMeanwhile the Kikka are discovering the wonder of Salt. Kills from the hunt are butchered and what can't be eaten at the moment is buried in great salt pits where the miraculous substance serves to preserve the meat for leaner times. In time the salt of the pit is slowly stained pink, a symbol that comes to mean a well established home, while a white salt pit in an old home is considered a mark of someone trying to cover up some old shame or erase some guilt in the past.
>>6306902>>6306469>In sympathy with the extraordinary, >And in love with the strange,>Scorns the world and is unmindful of prestige. >He cuts loose from human endeavor and leaves it behind.>He gazes up at the lofty, longing for the days of old. >He ponders lengthily, his thoughts wandering afar.>He would>Climb Mount Chi, in order to maintain his moral integrity; >Or float on the blue sea to wander with his ambition.II>So he invites his trusted friends, >Gathering about himself a group of like-minded.>He gets at the essence of the ultimate secret of life. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6306923With a shrill shriek of joy more resembling a tortured sapient Honeywell M-56K Dial Up Modem, tsss barrels toward the sound. Hopefully.> tsss moves!
Your eyes were strained from staring at the monitor for too long. And in the dark no less. The only sounds that could be heard were the whirring of your CPU fans and the occasional clacking of a mechanical keyboard (despite being so very tired, you couldn’t help yourself from calling random users “faggots” on pain of them continuing to shit up the board).As you type the final words to a particularly long and spiteful post, you skim through it, rather pleased that you managed to show not only that OP had the reading comprehension of a toddler, but also that he was an EPI pedophile troon in denial. “Mmmhmmm,” went you, agreeing with yourself, as you filled in the captcha.You clicked ‘post,’ and next thing you know it, your vision faded to black.When you regained consciousness, the musty leather of your old, stinky gaming chair was replaced with a soft, silken fabric; and in place of the yellowed walls of your room was tiled stone.“Motherfucker, I’ve been isekaied,” you cursed under your breath.And in true isekai fashion, an attractive elven woman had been standing by your side while you came to grips with your new reality.“Milord, the siege isn’t over. What shall we do?”“What’s our status?”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6275405i like the pic.
>>6274984>Explore the fortress. [0]
Dead Fortress Quest
>>6277915Crashed Fortress Quest
>>6274984>>Explore the fortress. [0]
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.
>>6282092>YetI was thinking. Maybe we have never saw Zamasu doing this because Oozaru transformation is something they probably dislike very much. Like it kind of amplifies everything that Zamasu dislikes about Saiyans, so trying to use it may be something only few are willing to try.>>6283036>“Translated to your time, that comes out to 48 minutes.”These 48 minutes of Tournament of Power are going to be much longer than that. >>6283038>“An excellent point. No Destroyer or Supreme Kai will be permitted to participate. Those who have not reached the rank of God of Destruction, and those who are not Kai, Supreme or otherwise can participate.RIP my hope of finding a loophole that will allow Kars to participate, but he will be at least in the audience. Right?>The Kai lets out a startled noise, you turning and watching the cloaked figure drop down. “Chaya!”I had a feeling Chaya has something in her that would not let Toppo just walk away without doing anything.>>6283040>Only to then start striking poses as he speaks, you hearing the Ginyu Force above murmuring about how good his form is.I was sure that no matter how this fight goes here, Toppo and Chaya might want to fight again in the Tournament, but I see that Ginyu Force might want to fight him too. > With Toppo, we can show what' we're capable of.” he says, you seeing him turn back to the Destroyer, a smug look in his eye. “We'll serve notice to the other universes that the Eleventh is not to be trifled with. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6283396>He’s just a myth.That's just what they say so children can sleep easy at night. Beware.
Soon.>>6283372Such a classic.>>6283396Fair point.Perhaps. It's certainly going to FEEL longer.He will absolutely be watching, it all comes down to this for him too.Ginyu definitely wants a piece of the 11th. Especially when the whole squad pulls up posing.Going to be fun.
5 minutes until the next episode begins. Forgot about the 300 second new thread timer.
Its finally time! >>6283821
Patmo-Shoka.Once upon a time, the facility had been a sacred secret of the people of Yakh-Yubh, a primordial race of the ancient Earth. Marrying their peoples’ mastery of runic arts with the bio-alchemical and spiritual arts of the Gods Above, they had turned this inauspicious facility into the cradle of civilizations which would long outlast them: those which the world knows as Dwarf, Gnome, and Halfling, among others. In time, they forgot their ancestors, their origins. They forgot the price they paid.They forgot those whom they left behind.This world is full of such forgotten things. Some are kept secret by concerted conspiracy—old shames, terrible truths. Many more simply fall by the wayside, when they have outlived their usefulness to gods and kings.A warrior race of mongrel folk—neither beastman nor demihuman, neither wholly Dark nor Light—created to wage a war long since settled.The Unseelie outcasts of the chaotic good Wild Gods—immortal True Fey, cut off from their creators’ love for ancient crimes against their own kind, and for practicing their cherished freedom in untoward ways.A bastard child of a bastard child, a demigod half-shaped and misbegotten, with mind and body in such external flux that it can never know true peace.Those who the people of Patmo-Shoka knew as barbarians, though they were so very alike: the goblinoid lineages whose powerful kin denied them the gift of magic, of the soul, and of a life beyond this mortal coil and a fate beyond scraping for scraps on the outskirts of polite society.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6296986Thanks - google translate detected vietnamese but the output was nonsensical.>there was also NasirMORE
>>6297004Well I advise you run your own large-scale Dnd quest where you recruit heaps and heaps of allies to fight off chaos fucker.Then, swing to Warhammer old words mechanics in large-scale battle.This always do the trick.
>>6297054>Doctor Dragonfag detected
>>6297056Why, yes I am!
New thread is UP!>>6297401
The stars align themselves under the heavens once more, tonight is the birth of a new chosen God. A special event that only incurs on set increments, unless tampered by the gods themselves. The hospital lights are dizzying bright, the white walls and sterile materials only serving to further make her head feel worse. Your mother is pushing relentlessly through her labor, following the breathing instructions from the nurses and gripping onto the bed. The many hours which have passed are showing their toll on the poor woman, the Labor and Delivery team all share worried looks with each other, that's until finally you begin to crown and show your head. "Keep pushing, you're so close!" The nurses encourage, your mom struggles with her breathing technique the more you start coming out. She screams in pain, the sound vibrating and nearly in sync with your own high pitched wailing when you come out. You are gently picked up by one of the women in the room as she quickly tends to you and looks over your body. Before she can realize what's going on she announces that you're a..>Girl>Boy
>>6281789>Just like that?
>>6281789>Just like that?You look over at Shemar with a confused expression, "Just like that? It couldn't be that easy," is what you whisper back in response. Shemar shakes his head, "Surely you've noticed, Ethan? Bowersly isn't thinking or acting like he used to. Hector got a closer look at some of his medication in his private quarters, Bowersly is in the beginning stages of dementia it would seem. It will still be extremely difficult, but we have to do something soon, Shemar finishes telling you. With this new information coming to light, it would seem Bowersly's once sharp mind is beginning to dim on itself. The aged man no doubt having his years catch up to him now. It begs an interesting question though, how exactly does that effect his connection to Odin? Well put in plain sight, Bowersly's appearance has been progressively changing. His beard has gotten far longer, and his missing eye where the patch covers it has been developing this strange runic lines around the covering. It seems like the once attentive warden to the orphanage is losing his grip on himself, he is essentially a walking timebomb at this point. >How're we getting out of here then?>Just wait and finish your food, You can talk about this elsewhere. >Ask Victoria what she thinksComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6282441>Just wait and finish your food, You can talk about this elsewhere. But we SHOULD talk about it.
>>6282441>Just wait and finish your food, You can talk about this elsewhere.
OP?
The Great War never ended. Its relentless grind stretches across generations, a cancerous conflict that has consumed the world and left an indelible scar upon the very earth itself.This is a perpetual struggle for dominance, fought on a scale unheard of in human history. Nations and Empires, once vibrant and hopeful, now stand as hollowed-out titans, their vast armies clashing across ravaged continents. At the heart of every bloody front stand the Shells, armored colossi of steel and fire, each a gargantuan testament to a nations might. These iron behemoths rampage across battlefields the world over, carving the very landscape with cannon, blade and armored fist. They are the ultimate arbiters of this endless war, engines of unparalleled destruction reshaping the very landscape with every brutal engagement.From the soot-choked fortress cities of western Europe to the grinding quagmire of the Eastern Front, from the frozen wastes of the Siberian Offensive to the sun blasted hellscape of North Africa. A cycle of relentless offensives and desperate defenses, where technology, honed into instruments of unprecedented devastation, serves only to prolong the agony.This is a world where heroism is measured in inches of blood-soaked ground gained and untold thousands of lives brutally spent. Where every breath is tinged with the dust of millions long dead and the acrid stench of battle. Where the future is not a promise, but a continued, agonizing fight for survival. There is no end in sight, only an unceasing march towards an uncertain, yet undoubtedly brutal, tomorrow.Welcome to the front line soldier.>You awaken in....>A crowded troop transport, the airship lurching in the wind as it comes in for a landing. Thank God, you're airsick (USA)>Slouched against a crumbling bunker wall, the distant rumble of artillery fire making the rubble shiver (French)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6272030Also sorry about the blank square misclicked.
>>6271833>Head to the command bunker immediately and get up to date on the situation. The Colonel will know where to send you.
>>6271833>Head straight to the Shell depot. You want to get your Chasseur ready and get into the fight as quickly as you can. They can reach you by radio if they need to.
Alright Archivist, give us an update or the Bloody Baron will surely tell the Great Tengri not to allow you into the Blue Heavens.
Welcome to /qtg/, a place to talk about quests.Previous thread>>6243967>What is a quest?An interactive story in which a Quest Master (QM) writes and provides the readers with options on how to proceed — similar to a choose-your-own-adventure book or an old text adventureQuestionably Useful links:>QTG discord: https://discord.gg/dZavHuK>Skirmish discord: https://discord.com/invite/DZCVvVU>Evo Game discord: https://discord.gg/v55Xaaja>Old pastebin containing advice for QMs:https://pastebin.com/Z78p8gXfBadly in need of renovation.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6306967>>6306967>>6306967The almost certainly FINAL THREAD of Drowned Quest Redux is up!
>>6307105Funnily enough I've never seen him sperg out in quests themselves. Though maybe that's just fortune on my part. I've seen plenty of schizoposting and spastic rants in quests, but none of Souv's ascended mental illness condensation posting.
>>6307117>>6307105It was only two, mostly on-topic things he noticed and suggestions for setting elements, but I felt personally responsible since I tried to get him engaged with a cool quest in an effort to get him on-topic. I thought it best to nip it in the bud.>>6306993Done! https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6260881/
I am likely closing the vote in Ilvermorny Quest this evening, sometime after food and such. Toss a vote in if you wish.>>6306147>>6306147>>6306147
>>6307097So let's ask the real question.Beekeeper shitpost Quest concept time!You are located in the middle of France. Which Bee do you pick?>European Dark Bee>Italian Honey Bee>Buckfast Bee>Himalayan Giant-Cliff Honey Bee>Africanized Bee >HornetWhich Hive?>Dadan>Langstroth>Warre>Dead Tree TrunkComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
What have we done to deserve heaven? If it is our place, why are we here? We are unjust and terrible creatures, and our hell is to ever look at heaven and demand that we be allowed entry. Utopia is heaven- Socialism is heaven’s gates, yet Heaven is no place for humans, is it? We are allowed our glimpse of paradise, yes, but we shall never claim our dreams. We would suffocate as a fish does out of the cold seas.-Charlot Doumer, “We Are of the Night”-----It was afternoon on Monte Nocca- a lovely place for most who came here in the beginning of summer, but the one held in highest regard upon it was thinking of being elsewhere.Vittoria Bonaventura had returned to the mountain once again- that lonely clutch where one half of her bloodline hailed from- and if mother and grandfather were to be believed, they had been there since before even memory of mankind, but to her that was just the Vitelian disease and Mosshead arrogance intermingling, in a way she refused to let fester in her head. The Judge had been merciful in making it blonde like father’s. Yet that did not deter grandfather from calling Vittoria by her new alias, and more comfortably than he spoke her name. Remiel. The same name was what she was summoned by now, further up the stony trail.“Don’t drag your feet, Remiel,” her tutor in mystic lore and art said from ahead, his voice seeming more like the wind that blew over the mountain trees than particularly human, through that mask of his. He loomed as high as a peak too, in a way. “If this is to be your last lesson for a while, then you should pay close attention. Get a good score, heh heh. Prepare you for where you’re headed.”“Whatever you’re having me do,” Vittoria said, “I don’t think any of it’ll have anything to do with the Azure Halls. The Dawn and the coming days in its light.”“If that’s so,” Zeitgeist said as he walked slowly, his steps cloistered by his coat as though a curtain rose and fell on each foot forward. “You’re off, soon, to have your head filled with the dreams of others. To, heh heh, be told how to be wise, Remiel.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6307267>Blood and Fire trumped any other ideals, unfortunately. You’d tried your best, and look at what you had gotten for your trouble. In the case of such inevitability, the only option was to make sure it was quick and decisive when the moment of greatest change happened. The best way to prepare for such was to be in a position of power like a noble- to facilitate the change themselves, if they truly believed in it.>Don't speak openly of such a thing, at least not in front of Elicia.We already tried the 'peaceful' way of doing things, and it didn't go well for us.Also I still believe that pragmatism, political realism, and compromise leads to a weak commitment to ideals and ultimately towards personal downfall. The nobles and the so-called utopian front are too entrenched and set in their own ways to really be trusted.Also I don't particularly trust Elicia. Call me paranoid, but I fear she might have some connections to the Eastern Legions.
>>6307311>Also I don't particularly trust Elicia. Call me paranoid, but I fear she might have some connections to the Eastern Legions.If she who I think she is, she's definitely not a Utopian. Those...tracts of land are pretty distinguishable
>>6307267>Nobility seemed to believe itself not exclusive to Utopia. Perhaps that was true. Peaceful reform was indeed possible- even if it meant siding against other Utopians. You had seen nothing wrong with what you were doing, but you had just gotten…unlucky.Honestly the biggest threats to our campaign were other "Utopians", the Lindivan republicans and at the end the fucking Fealinnese. The nobility IS incompatible with the Future, but that does not mean they cannot join it as idividuals.
>>6307267>In their position of power, wealth, and influence, the nobility could never move aside for the Future. There was a reason many radicals wanted them all dead: the safest thing they could do was surrender power to the people without a second thought, to abdicate everything and live humbly, elsewhere.
>>6307290>>6307295>>6307296>>6307308>>6307348When the New Tomorrow comes, all will be members of The Class. There will be no exceptions, all will be elevated. Such is the conclusion of Ange the Dawnseer.>>6307311Peace didn't work. It'd be nice if it did, but it didn't, which is why I'm here building an army. Not that I'm going to tell that so baldly.Who are you, by the way?>>6307371There is too much to sacrifice- the only way to remain is to surrender everything, and who would do that besides somebody who had nothing of worth?I'll close this early to put out a quick update that didn't quite have a place in this one.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Katya found herself in a small, well reinforced and rather dark chamber. The only source of light was a softly humming red light, her looking up at it and awaiting what would happen next. An alarm sounded from behind the metal door in front of her, before there was a hiss of air. The doors slid open, Katya looking a little uncomfortable as she blocked out the bright and sudden light with her wing. "Step forward, subject ATO-4013." A calm voice would say over the intercom, the young and still small owl subject doing as told. The chamber she was in was rather large, sterile and empty. Katya tilted her head and looked at all the tiny details she could spot. Dents on the wall, spots where large stains had clearly been, and even some bullet holes. And looking up and to the side, Katya saw some glass, behind which several scientists stood, including her very own father...Katya would smile and wave a little bit, though would quickly feel a soft shock around her neck. "Do not interact with the staff, ATO-4013." Roraima's voice echoed over the intercom, Katya looking down and nodding quickly. Katya would keep looking around, soon noticing a metal door on the other side of the room. Katya quietly looked at it, already hearing that something was waiting behind it. "Subject ATO-4013, todays training will be different from previous trainings. Instead of facing off against mock targets or facility staff, you will now train with another subject. You are authorised to use any and all force to defeat said subject. Is this clear?" Katya looked horrified. Never before had she had to hurt a subject before. She was scared of hurting what was essentially one of her siblings. Though, she was also terrified of upsetting Roraima. She didn't want to be shocked, or worse. And yet, she also didn't want to hurt anyone innocent. "Y-Yes, Roraima." She said whilst trying to hide her fear. After all, she knew that Roraima hated seeing fear, even if this left Katya terrified... Katya saw the doors open, her trying to remain calm, as her opponent revealed themselves. The subject in front of her was one she had seen before, but never really talked to. It was a completely dark subject. Her hair was pitch black, her skin a similar deep dark hue. She had three large dark horns which connected to her back which appeared similar to that of a beetle. Her hands appeared like large black daggers, almost looking reminiscent of a mantis' claws. She was a foot taller than Katya, but was still only 5 feet, small for a subject. Her white cloths which covered her torso were the only thing which did not appear completely black, along with her confident red eyes. The subject had a calm, confident yet reassuring smile, stepping forward as if they were just formally meeting. "Subject AB-90, you will fight against subject ATO-4013. You are authorised to use any level of force against her. So long as you do not hold back. Is this clear?!" Roraima said in a more agitated tone.
>Agree and quickly help with cleaning up the place, before getting breakfast so you could get going ASAP. You could chat whilst searching for Cobbler and Valentina.You told your men that you accepted their wishes to focus on just hunting France, telling them that you'd not wait any longer or get distracted even further. Your men seemed relieved, with Anon even saying: "Thanks, Mik. I honestly was not in the mood to deal with the likes of Sirona again after yesterday." Given the relative damage she did to your group whilst keeping herself alive, it made some sense that Anon and the rest of your men were eager to just move on. Though, as you joined your men in cleaning up the place and getting the tents packed up again, you did ask Kenai about Valentina, which did go against your men's wish to go after France first. Kenai would take a moment to snap out of her staring, looking a little tired. "Oh, what... sorry, what did you ask?" She asked sheepishly, you repeating the question. "Umm... I can maybe catch her scent if we... travel further towards the centre of this place. Further to the east..."Kenai didn't seem too excited, you knowing that she was clearly suffering from the effects of the last 24 hours. Her creators being dead, her being injured after trying to fight back, and even realising that all the lives she tried to save were for nothing. Not to mention, the lack of anything to really relieve her desire for vengeance. You didn't really know how to help her out, so you mostly just left her be. It seemed like the best course of action for the time being, lest you accidentally only make her more upset. With that in mind, you'd go back to cleaning up the place, soon also getting seated for breakfast. Lars had made some quick broth with meat and vegetables, serving it to you and your men. It did thankfully lift the spirits of your men somewhat, which was quite important after last nights events. You kept quiet throughout breakfast, hearing your men chatting to one another about a variety of things. Alan was talking to Thalia and Evander about the other girls and how they were doing. Thaddeus was chatting with Lydia and Chrysidus about the railgun, as well as Chrys' attempt at combat yesterday. Whilst most of the girls were in a rather pessimistic or neutral mood, Chrys seemed to really be ready to get into action. Though, you'd also quickly notice that Katya was ready for a fight as well. Zaria would get her from the hallway to get some food, the owl girl at least being rather calm and collected despite her clear mood to continue patrolling the place. Regardless, you made sure to quickly eat your breakfast, not wanting to waste any time. And after ten minutes, it seemed everyone was ready to go. Alan would help Gwenllian in retrieving Kiliane, him carrying the poor dead scientist as carefully as possible. Though, if things got too difficult for him, you at least could find a stretcher to carry the scientist with.
Regardless, you'd leave the room rather quickly, you getting Zaria, Chrys and Katya to retrieve the drones for Lydia as well. And not much later, you were wandering the cold and frozen halls of the facility. "So, how should we make sure we find France quickly? And, without getting Grise or Sirona to go after us as well." Artyom asked, to which Chrys raised her hand. "I could maybe scout ahead. Do, uhhh, some flights ahead of us to look for them." She said, to which Mike spoke more reluctantly. "I don't think that's a good idea... We should stick together now. Especially given that these halls aren't the best for flying around." Chrys remained certain though, glancing at you and hoping to hear some suggestions. "I could join Chrys in flight. That way, we can protect one another as well as retreat together if something does go wrong." Katya added onto that, Lydia right away asking: "Can you still fly? I thought your wings were... damaged a bit by Sirona." Lydia's concerns were quickly brushed away by Katya, who spoke assuredly. "Damage is neglible." Despite Katya not being extremely injured, you knew that it was bad for her to not care about her own wellbeing. She was far too willing to put herself in danger, which could eventually land her in trouble. "Look, if we really want someone moving forward right now, I can always use one of our drones. It'd make for an effective scout, without compromising you guys' safety." Fortunately, Katya and Chrys heading forward wasn't the only option, Lydia's drone also clearly being a valuable pick. Though, Thalia would soon also brng up a suggestion of her own. "Maybe we should just let Kenai use her scent to do the job in tracking folk down? I think that would be effective." Thalia mumbled a little hesitantly, looking towards Kenai and awaiting a response. Kenai looked surprised to be brought up, yet didn't really respond. Your men seemed ready to discuss further possibilities or options to take, clearly being eager to get back to work. >What do you do next?>Send out the drone to do some scouting ahead. At worst, Grise or Sirona would damage the drone and you'd lose it. Though, this was far preferrable over sending your own girls out to go looking for France.>Send out Katya and/or Chrys to go scouting. The two would be able to fight back properly if they encountered Grise or Sirona. Not to mention, being able to speak on your behalf to anyone they met ahead of you. (Write in what you tell Chrys and/or Katya to do whilst going forward.)>Ask Kenai to do the job. Whilst she was clearly out of it, maybe she could still pick up France's scent. And if not, at least it'd help her feel a bit more useful and positive about herself. (Write in what you ask Kenai to do.)>Just head in a direction of your choosing. Maybe you could go somewhere a bit safer to traverse than these parts, or just go to where you believed France was most likely at. (Write in where you go to.)>Discuss with your men...>Something else...
>>6306804>Send out the drone to do some scouting ahead. At worst, Grise or Sirona would damage the drone and you'd lose it. Though, this was far preferrable over sending your own girls out to go looking for France.>Send out Katya and/or Chrys to go scouting. The two would be able to fight back properly if they encountered Grise or Sirona. Not to mention, being able to speak on your behalf to anyone they met ahead of you.We should do both to cover more ground. The girls should stick together though, if they encounter a death squad they should avoid engagement and contact us (do take a radio). If they encounter a hostile subject or are attacked for any reason, do not engage unless necessary, lose any pursuit and return to us. Don't hesitate to contact us if you see anything or anyone else interesting or for any other reason.In the meantime I'd like to pry at Kenai. We can guess what's on her mind, but I'd like to hear it from her. She's wandering around like a zombie and we need to know what she wants to be doing right now and if she's up for anything. Staying at the back with her thoughts is an option.
>>6306804>Send out Katya and/or Chrys to go scouting. The two would be able to fight back properly if they encountered Grise or Sirona. Not to mention, being able to speak on your behalf to anyone they met ahead of you. (Write in what you tell Chrys and/or Katya to do whilst going forward.)Send both. They're clearly itching for a task, and Katya wouldn't lie about her injuries.
>Has name of welsh origin>Is a sheepElbrus you motherfucker
Your hazel eyes scan across the golden brown frontier, tumbleweeds drift and hop along to the winds tune. You pull on the reigns equipped to your horse and come to a full stop as she neighs loudly and snorts at your sudden pulling, "easy there girl," you tell her, brushing your hand across her mane to help relax her. Your left hand reaches for the binoculars, bringing them to eyesightRIVERTON TOWNSHIPThat's what the sign you catch a glimpse of says off in the distance. The rays from the sun cast a hazy mirage over the whole town, as if conjured by your own imagination. You attach your binoculars back onto your belt, and you make the heels of your feet cause impact with your steeds ribcage, clicking your tongue with the roof of your mouth to signal for her to get a move on . She kicks up both her front hooves and announces her effort with a crying neigh, when all hooves are back on the ground they kick up dust and you both make haste for Riverton. The distance between yourself and Riverton steadily closes, the dusty plain clouding the trail behind you as your reliable girl runs like the winds blessed her hooves. You finally make it to the entrance of the town, the middling populated township has some hustle and bustle going on from the locals here, though it seems there's nothing more than miners and law enforcement scouring through the town. The local law itself takes notice of your entrance and he saunters his way slowly over to you and your ride, his hands clutched to the sides of his waist and gripping his belt. "Not often that we get visitors round these parts fella," he says, his unkempt salt and pepper beard drifting to one side from the wind blowing against it. "What's your business here, stranger?" He asks you, his cloudy blue and aged eyes scanning your every movement. "Reckon I just went on a ride and came adrift here, there a saloon somewhere nearby?" You ask him, you take off your brown rimmed hat and put it flat against your toned chest, revealing your sweaty and slicked back dark hair.
>>6272012>Try to break your restraints
>>6272050+1 to the vote, and the sentiment. getting our boots back is key to the cowboy code!
A Mongolian Motherfucking Deathworm?!>Move your chair against the wall to help wear down your restraints
QM...?
BRINGING IT BACK EDITIONChoose your name and starting location to play
>>6307041Anon...I...I was really enjoying this risk game too. If I wasn't running a quest I'd probably pick it up
>>6307042Well i made a map here https://files.catbox.moe/lif057.jpgand I think i understand some rules but not fully (like how many turns,the symbols in the bonuses list , ect...)if anyone want to explain the general rules to me , ill become the quest running guy or whatever its called because its the first time i'm posting on /qst/
>>6307093>link doesn't work The current map is here: >>6302647 The rules essentially go off gets (on a faster board without dice people would use their post numbers; accordingly gets are rewarded from the right) with each player getting a number of territories according to their rolls and whatever directions they have for what they want to do. The key is in the bottom left of the image (as are controlling bonuses). Rolling a 2201 is worth 8 territories (just use color picker/color fill in your MSPaint equivalent to fill them out). The orginal QM counted a reverse straight so something like 4321 should be worth 70 as would 6789. 7434 (a palidrome)should be worth 30. 6011 (dubs) is also 30. 9777 (trips) would be 45. 4201 is 8. 1420 is 75. You would then add whatever controlling bonus, if any, to the roll (8 + 6 = 14 for example... most players have their bonuses in their names but you may want to double check). The original QM and second QM allowed a variety of things that might make it confusing (such as giving a number of rolls to other players) so it's up to you how much of that you'd allow. Second QM also didn't cross out eliminated players. Original QM's win condition was to control the most capitols (little stars) by round 60. If that was confusing just ask.
>>6307203I didn't want to post the image as a file here, so no one thinks that the game is getting updated , and my original link is based on the current map, hopefully this new link works, https://postimg.cc/mhV31rWvEverything you explained about the Rolls, I already know (kinda got offended by explaining what GETs & MSpaint to me lol), but its my fault for asking about general rules.Anyhow, the confusion was the little symbols beside the bonuses names in the Keys, like why Texas has a star but the others had the colored circles, and some with nothing in >>6302647 , and does each player get 1 roll as in 1 turn until the map gets updated? , and how the attack and defense go ? I wanted some details so to not mess things up, unless it is about how the QM wants it.
>>6307247here is my short list of assumptions based on previous experience>symbolsthe circles denote ownership. Texas being a star is probably because it's the Lone Star State. The color of circle tells you who owns that state and what bonus they get.>rollsyou get 1 roll, you can put as much or as little of your roll toward each thing you want to do. Most of us just put the entire roll on invading one country, or split it 50/50 on two countries>attack/defendcountry 1 rolls to attack country 2, country 2 (assuming they have yet to roll), will roll to defend. If it is a lesser roll, they lose territory. If it is equal, it's a stalemate. If they roll a higher number, they attack and push into country 1hope this helped
