It's the year 20XX. The discovery and creation of Minovsky Particles has allowed resulted the rapid advance of countless technologies the likes of which the world had never seen before. However, no field was more effected by the discovery than the field of "Mecha Model Building".Through introducing Minovsky Particles into already existing VR Boards, humans were able to finally make the dream of countless Mecha Otaku a reality: Bringing the models they build as a hobby to life...so they can brawl!Thanks to this, an entirely new hobby has emerged. One where people of all ages take their models into game stores, schools clubs, and even international tournaments across the world. Where they bring their models and battle against each other in high octane, emotionally charged battles, where the winner takes all! Their reasons for fighting are as wide as the ocean. But every single person, called Battlers, shares one thing: Their passion for the sport, the love for their hobby, and the drive to prove themselves the best of the best. And here, in this Quest, you will be one of them.>TL;DR: This is a Quest set in a world similar to the Gundam Build Fighters Universe. However, instead of it only being about Gundams and Mecha from Gundam Series, this is more akin to a Super Robot Wars Universe. Which means both Real and Super Robots from across time are part of this Setting and able to be used in battle. >Note: I am no way a Loremaster in regards to Mecha Anime/Manga/Whatever. I have seen quite a few Mecha Animes, read a few Mecha Manga, and played through at least two SRW games while reading Let’s Play of about 4. I know some things but I don’t know a lot. So, forgive me if I have to Wiki up certain bots that I may not know of.>This Setting is technically “Original” in that there isn’t really a version of it in any kind of Official Media. However, it’s still not and in Fanfic territory as the world is similar to the Gundam Build Fighters World. I.E. It’s basically Heaven for all the characters from various Real Robot and Super Robot Animes/Mangas/Whatever. So, don’t expect this Quest to get super-duper dark or anything like that. It’s gonna be Shonen Style from start to finish.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6452989"I have eyes, you know!" The disembodied robot voice snaps back. "If you're not canoodling, then why are you sweeping her off her feet like your auditioning to be a shoujo manga male lead! And! I'm not going to let you brush up relationship points by giving her the password! If you do, I'll, I'll never buzz you in again, Camille!"And not-Camille does not return the verbal volley. Instead, his face twists and he takes a slight step back. Looks like the threat of being banned really hit the mark. Was Gun-Battle really that good that he didn't want to risk it? But you'd probably only get the answer to that if you managed to get past that door. Which you'd only do if you managed to get a password. But only one around here who knew that was the man who was not called Camille. Who was also now very quiet. Still, you'd yet to meet a man who you couldn't charm, if you put your mind to it……Or maybe you could turn the offensive onto the robot bouncer himself. Use all the special weapons at your disposal to let you in without a password. Between you and Velt, you had quite the arsenal at your disposal. …Or you could just call it quits and tell Rai that you all needed to meet somewhere else. They'll be disappointed, sure, but they already know that Gun-Battle is exclusive. They'll probably understand if you explain you couldn't get in after all.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6452990>You don't need a password. Charm Mr Robot into opening the door for you anyway.
>>6452989>A playful, ruffled white blouse that more often than not tended to draw the eye to your special weapons, paired with a blue, sleek midi skirt.>>6452990>>You don't need a password. Charm Mr Robot into opening the door for you anyway.
>>6452989>A playful, ruffled white blouse that more often than not tended to draw the eye to your special weapons, paired with a blue, sleek midi skirt.>>6452990>Tease the password out of not!Camille. Maybe you could actually get his real name while you're at it.
>>6452989>>A knee length black sheath dress with a statement belt to highlight your hourglass figure.>>6452990>Tease the password out of not!Camille. Maybe you could actually get his real name while you're at it.
Batman is real and on Earth... New supers are having problems with their powers and Green Lantern is leading the rest of the Justice League to be reborn...How do you guide them?
The new supes just started being the Legion of Superheroes. Yes, this is happening on our Earth >Mano
>>6419955>>6419972Not nearly enough info, my man, try again and this time with feeling. I have no clue where to go.
>>6419955>As Batman, I decide to take pre-emptive measure against my greatest Foe to show him the horrors of his life of Crime:>I rape the Joker.
It was early in the evening in the facility, the sound of chatting staff filling the halls, as they left the test chambers, the containment chambers they monitored or the laboratories they were working in. Amongst the evening rush was Lexie, a lone guardswoman who stretched her arms as she returned to the small soldier barracks she was stationed at. After walking for a good while, avoiding other staff and transport vehicles, she scanned her work card for the evening and headed to her bed. As she lied down, she let out a sigh before grabbing a book, her getting a few pages in before suddenly being interrupted. "Well, you seem to be brimming with energy, huh." An eager and somewhat female voice responded, Lexie putting her book away and responding: "What, am I not allowed to take things easy after a long day of work, Mel?"Lexie looked up and saw her friend, Melaine, standing there with a confident smile. The raven haired girl would sit beside her friend on bed, before responding: "Of course you are. I just was hoping we could chat a bit. You know, you could tell me how things are going with Keiko whilst I tell you a bit about Aello. In fact, I had a most eventful day with Aello, her testing out her telekinetic abilities on a variety of objects." Melaine spoke a bit teasingly, Lexie letting out a scoff. "I presume that shithead Roraima wasn't there?" Melaine shook her head and took a more annoyed tone. "If that asshole was there, I wouldn't be nearly as happy as I am right now, hm? In fact, I'd be ranting and raving about him now. Naaah, it was just a test with her caretaker and the rest of us watching." Lexie nodded in turn, seeming a bit more reassured. "Fair enough..." There was a bit of silence, before Melaine gave her friend a soft bump with her elbow. "Hey, one of the guys working with Aello said... they are thinking of moving to a different subject. Maybe this'll be your chance to join me in a subject you really wanna spend more time with?" Melaine was trying to be optimistic for her friend, knowing that she wanted to look after the same harpy subject really badly. Of course, Lexie was a bit less optimistic, responding a little hesitantly. "I mean, I'd love to be reassigned. Hell, I even sent out that request a while ago... but like, I don't know if I feel comfortable leaving Keiko behind now. She's really sweet and has struggled to come out of her shell, and I'm starting to get to know her." Lexie let out a sigh before looking away. "Honestly, I may just go back and take that request back if possible. Or just say no when I get offered something new." Melaine nodded in turn, before confidently adding: "Well, whatever choice you make, I'll be there to support you!" Lexie showed a relieved smile, before the two started chatting about Aello and Keiko. Eventually, the two also decided to get some food from the nearby guardsmen cafeteria. Though as they were about to leave, Lexie and Melaine would be stopped by a scientist.
>Continue discussing this with Annie. Maybe she was being a bit too optimistic about how Edith would behave towards her? Not to mention, the other people she had with her who might become targets.Even though Annie seemed confident Edith wouldn't hurt her, you knew the goodwill of a religious zealot was finite. Especially when said zealot was about to reach their goal and being stopped by one person they trusted. And given that she was not physically capable at all, you asked Annie if she was sure she wouldn't be strongarmed into compliance. You'd even bring up other people, to which Mike worriedly mumbled: "Like Logan..." It took a moment for Annie to respond, her thankfully remaining optimistic. "I believe- she won't- hurt- Lo- gan-. She- views- him as a- saint-, remember-. I will- make sure to- figure out- an- escape- route- as well." Even though an escape plan was a good idea, you still wanted Annie to have as many options as possible to stay safe. Thus, you told her to modify the vat to make it so it actually weakened Edith instead. "I do not- think- that could- work. Remote-s- can't do- that- through a- v- at!"After your suggestion though, Annie would speak up before you could ask more. "Please- just- trust me. I've got- this- all- under control." You told Annie you just wanted her to be safe, and that you'd back up whatever plan she may have. Of course, that wouldn't stop you from creating some contingencies, such as getting the girls to figure out how to go against Edith's zealous logic. "Excellent- idea- Mik! I look- forward- to hear- what- the girls- have- thought of." Afterwards, Alan remarked: "We're gonna make sure that priestess gets it through her thick skull that subjects and humans can be equals and friends! And if she dares to hurt you in any way, we're gonna make her pay!" The rest of your men nodded and calmly gave some words of agreement, Annie giving a quick response. "Thank you-. You're all- the best!" >Listen in on what the girls were discussing together. Surely, they must be having some riveting conversations about what makes humanity so great and why Edith was wrong!With Annie seemingly stopping the communication through songtext, things went quiet and you told your men to follow as you started heading east. Whilst your men quiet, your girls kept chatting to each other about how they'd fight against Feng's logic. And out of sheer curiosity, you told Anon to lead the way whilst you listened in on the girls. You'd move closer to them, before hearing the various things they discussed. Oreas seemed to be leading the discussion now, going over some of the various ideas they had brought up. "Okay, so if she asks us, we tell her that Mikhail and his men have saved us a dozen times and that they are proof that there are humans out there who do good!" Idalia raised a claw and responded: "Do not forget France and his men." To which Oreas nodded eagerly. "Right, can't forget them either!"
Iliara also shared her thoughts, determinedly saying: "Don't forget to mention that the basis of 'subject supremacy' is that subjects are way better in certain aspects than humans, but that that doesn't mean all of humanity is suddenly not deserving of our respect and friendship. So what if most people know fuck all about medical experience, that just means we can help them become better or let them know how they can do better!" In turn, Sibilia brought up a pretty good point: "Ooh, also don't forget what I suggested: If she says 'oh, well subjects are so much stronger and smarter than most humans', just bring up that Vinella is the strongest subject around. Does that make Vinella suddenly the best person to rule us all cuz she can kick everyone's butt in a fight?" Some of the girls chuckled in response, after which Kaenum also spoke up. "I... want to ask you girls... if we do bring these things up to Edith, can I be the one to do so?" The rest of the girls were somewhat surprised, but seemed to realise quickly what was going on. "This is about her... being your patient, isn't it?" Codaline asked, Kaenum nodding. "She was indeed one of the people I tried to help out. I was the one to give her these... messed up ideas about the world. I want to be the one to... undo this mistake of mine." Hearing this, Kenai spoke up more concernedly. "Kaenum, Mik wanted us to do this together, so we'll do it together." Kaenum hesitated, before sighing. "I know. And, you girls have brought up many tremendous points. But, there's also the risk of Edith growing upset. And whilst I doubt she will become violent, since she never was the type for violence, she may have changed in the time away from me. And if she is more aggressive and fierce, then... I do not wish for you girls to come in her crosshair and to be attacked." It seemed Kaenum was so determined to undo her mistake, she didn't want any of the girls to become a target to Edith. Hearing this, Chrys spoke up reassuringly. "Kaenum, we won't let her attack you or hurt you." Vinisha also stepped forward, showing a bit more confidence. "Yeah, we'll stop her together, no matter what!" Even Reika shared her thoughts in her usual Reika ways. "If that stupid priestess hurts you or Mikhail or anyone else, I'm going to stomp her down! Nobody is stupid and mean to my friends!" Oreas would even go so far as to hug Kaenum to comfort her, the therapy bird accepting the moment of affection. "There is one final thing I think we can tell Edith. We shouldn't deny that there are terrible people out there... Evil which needs to be dealt with swiftly. But, there are also many good people who we can learn from and work together with. That way, evil can be vanquished together." Obviously, Morgan's knightly flare stood out, but it was a point the girls all agreed as being the right mindset to follow.
"We can all improve by treating each other as equals and showing each other a bit of kindness." Vinisha effectively finished the conversation off with, the rest of the girls finding it a perfect way to summarize the thoughts they had come up with. Soon after though, the fact you were close-by was noticed, Chrys speaking in amusement. "Hey Mik, you aren't... spying on us, are ya?" She teasingly remarked, the rest of the girls also eagerly looking over at you. The girls didn't seem to mind you listening along at all. Hell, you could probably give them a few more pointers if you so desired. But, it was clear the girls were already sharing a lot of good thoughts on how to deal with Edith's ruthless logic... >What do you do next?>Discuss the girls' thoughts a bit with them. Maybe you could praise some specific ideas they brought up, or give some thoughts of your own which you felt could help them. Just... try and make sure the girls kept thinking up of answers on their own, instead of telling them how things should be done. (Write in what you tell the girls.)>Tell the girls to keep talking whilst you listened on. You were enjoying the girls' chatter a lot, and didn't want to give your own inputs when they were sharing their own opinions on the matter.>Just tell the girls they're on the right track, before shifting your focus on leading the group again or chatting with some of your own men. (Write in what you do after wrapping up with listening to the girls.)>Something else...
>>6455098>Discuss the girls' thoughts a bit with them. Maybe you could praise some specific ideas they brought up, or give some thoughts of your own which you felt could help them. Just... try and make sure the girls kept thinking up of answers on their own, instead of telling them how things should be done. (Write in what you tell the girls.)Play devil's advocate a bit. They're focusing on the wrong attribute with strength. Edith is going to say that subjects specialized in intelligence like Annie or Kaenum would make far more capable rulers than any human. How would they refute that?
>>6455098>Discuss the girls' thoughts a bit with them. Maybe you could praise some specific ideas they brought up, or give some thoughts of your own which you felt could help them. Just... try and make sure the girls kept thinking up of answers on their own, instead of telling them how things should be done.I'm going to pitch them a question I want them all to think hard about. Why do they follow us? For some it might be obvious but they all need a clear, individual and personal reason why they choose to follow our (or other humans') lead considering the notion of "why *should* we follow humans?" is really the key driver of Edith's faith and a question she is likely to ask them to try and plant the seeds of doubt. So not only will this help them fend off her manipulation better but hearing a variety of their personal answers may cut through to her more effectively and with less risk of triggering her siege mentality than a wholesale rebuttal to her entire platform.That said, Kaenum is right. Don't go out of their way to argue with her unless she challenges them or they feel they have to speak up.
OH SHIT NIGGA. You are lady Firemane. Of the (formerly) noble house of Fireborn! You were once the greatest wagon racer this side of the kingdom. Sadly due to shenanigans, you lost everything and went into debt with the Adventurer's Guild in order to survive. But then you found the Inexperienced Hero, Ezekiel "Kid" Rutebega ! You took him under your wing to mold him into the hero he's always meant to be: your devoted apprentice (probably)Ezekiel's older brother has started his campaign of destruction, he leads his hordes of undead barbarians to ravage the lands. As members of the guild, your party has went on the quest chain to stop said undead barbarian horde.You're gearing up to head for the Final Battle™, so right now you're just chilling back at the guild. You've had quite a nap.
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Rolled 50 (1d100)>>6454033Both Double Wizard indeed kissed each other.
Rolled 35 (1d100)>>6454033>Baretta's Theme starts playing
Rolled 54 (1d100)>>6454050>>6454033Fuck that, I'm wanna re-roll. Who's gonna stop me?
Rolled 95 (1d100)>>6454033Now the two anons... Kiss?
"Would it be ok to fuck a beaver if it was smart enough to consent?" The Arch-Arch-Arch-Sage enlightened thus its most devoted students.
Balls
Beavers
Still considering coming back to this one, I just have to can a few things first. Adora vult indeed.
>>6435355InshAdora
>>6435355That's great news. Will be there if you decide to continue!
AUGUST 23RD, 1994The beating hot, summer atmosphere is suffocating in this area of the woods, the brightly lit greenery surrounds your family. The occasional squirrel or chipmunk pauses in the background, only momentarily before escaping your sight. The family picnic is today! You walk happily along the trail, your hand in your mothers, followed by your dad and your brother moving side by side in front of you. Looking up at your mom, she's so pretty. Your young eyes focus on her features, her short, curly, dark hair sits perfectly on her. "Mom!" You cry out excitedly, escaping her grip for just a mere moment.You don't waste any time, your little feet pound the dirt at a near rapid pace. Yeah, you found the perfect spot just now.Mom sighs, "aren't you a little too young to be this competitive, Alex?" She asks, before giving your head a rub. You laugh in response, you love going out with your family on these days, school is nearly about to start, summer is almost over, your first year of school at Rickmond Public Elementary school is about to begin. You shyly and secretly vow to yourself you're going to have the most fun on this trip in the world!Some time passes, the sun narrows on the horizon. Your older brother and dad have done most of the work on setting up camp, your mom spends her time keeping her eye on you as they work away during this time. He's a sight to behold, your brother is much older than you are, he has such a broad stature. His physique is comparable to one of the superheroes from your books! Your father puts his hand on his shoulder and an appreciative nod.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6418036PART 2/2You fall to your knees, you're face to face with your boy, or, what's become of him that is. He's alive and still breathing, though just barely. Stripped completely free of his clothes, his body is bruised and beaten nearly beyond recognition. His shoulders are pulled from both their sockets and his face is lacerated with different strange fluids coating it. dad.. he says weakly, passing out after.The muscles in your body tighten and strain from the anger circulating inside of you. "I'm so sorry, James," you tell him, embracing his broken body with a hug. You go to lift him up, only for his limp body to struggle breathing as you assist him. The boy is tortured, broken, nearly dead. Something in you tells you that there's not much hope of him making it out of this, is it worth bringing him all the way back to camp? How would Kim and Alex react to him this way. Trying to cope with the reality of the situation, you try to muster the best course of action.>Carry James back to campComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6418037>Carry James back to campIf there's a hope... even a small one... we gotta try
>>6418037>Carry James back to camp:(
>>6418037>Carry James back to camp
>>6416902Thanks for running.
Déja vu, that fleeting sensation when one's perceptions of the immediate, present scene, find themselves eerily overlapping with record already committed to memory. Some would regard it as a glitch of the mind, others as an ephemeral brush of something more; few would go as far as to liken it to a glitch of the universe itself.For yourself, Henri Ford, xenoarchaeologist by calling, freelancer by circumstance, the sensation or perhaps something similar surfaced at various times, both during your stays in civilized systems as well as when delving into ancient precursor structures, your mind primed to recognize familiar patterns as well as to discover new ones. It was not that often that these two broad categories would overlap.Right now was one of those times, as you clung to outside of the skycar as Kris was gently guiding it down the streets of the Citadel, structures still showing battle damage yet dark and eerily deserted. Before the Reapers came, you did not expect to see the Citadel, seat of galactic civilization, in this state - although you were far from dismissing such a notion in some distant future. Then the Reapers did come, and then you did not expect to see the Citadel again at all, instead throwing yourself into the fray of the desperate fight for survival against the ancient machines - or perhaps synthetic amalgams, as it turned out.Be that as it may, the Reapers have been unmade, but Citadel's troubles have not. And after going through a wild sequence of disparate adventures, you found yourself and your crew recruited to solve yet another puzzle, this time on ground that just months ago was a bustling metropolis suspended in the haze of the Serpent Nebula.Between the tumultuous recent history, swinging wildly between despair, hope, elation and revelation of a new possible crisis and new looming threats, some brand new, others resurfacing with the common enemy gone, between more personal guilt and elation at learning that your family - your mother and father - both survived the galactic crisis, you decide to take matters one step at a time, starting with the one that is right next to you, across the canopy of the car.
Reports from various tools that Joan may have attempted to use earlier scroll by, distracting you from the momentary quiet on the comms."I've got the connection, thank you, Eve." Lea says."You're welcome." Eve acknowledges. "Kris... are you upset?" Her voice adds after a brief pause, a notification on your omnitool showing the gynoid had asked you privately."It's fine." You mutter, juggling your attention among your task, Eve's pointedly concerned query and the mysterious swordswoman standing to the side. "I'd just prefer to feel in control of my omnitool."There's another pause. "This is not a matter of trust, is it?" Eve asks."Partially, I suppose." you say. "Even if I do trust you, how certain you can be that you, or your tools cannot be compromised?"In your peripheral vision you see Yoake incline her head ever so slightly, convincing you that she is paying attention at least to your side of the conversation.You scroll through some more of the reports that show predictably little of use.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"I think I've got something."Unsurprisingly it is not you who are the first to find a way in. This time, it's Lea."See this cluster? It has weirdly off-shape maintenance protocols. It may have had a botched update at some point, or been tampered with.""Got it. I'm in." Eve confirms.Almost before Eve finished speaking the terminal lit up as various systems opened up, making wealth of data available for your perusal. There would no doubt be some additional layers of encryption around particularly interesting systems, but now you had a lot more to work with.So much more, in fact, that you would have to pick a priority to focus on first.>Focus on the research data on the keeper terminal >Focus on the facilities' final moments>Focus on Cerberus Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6446393>>Focus on the facilities' final moments>bonusSeems like some sort of poorly prepared replacement or backup.
>>6446393>Focus on the facilities' final moments>BonusThis one's tough, I'm struggling to come up with answers that make any sense. Best I've come up with so far is "caretaker" and "overseer".
>>6446592Actually yeah "backup" makes sense.
drop ur d&d chars, ill try to write a little something between them and my character!
BTW mythical steve is chaotic good
>>6417350Hey
>>6417350Warforged Bard named JINGLE 4. Don't ask what happened with their predecessors.
>>6417531when the towns people spoke in whispers of an automata, scion didnt know what to expect. really, he expected anything but this hulking thing, rust staining its hands, something that made noise with every step. upon approaching the great warforged, scion could only stare up at it with a hesitant peek. when it preformed, the elf flinched, and the townsfolk gasped. its workings were like a tamborine stretched too tight, a marvel of engineering.
>>6417519Marcie(evil): Hey, you, peeping elf! Help me with these stubborn fags! I can only kill two persons a day without the police barging in!Marcie drags the elf to the stand.https://files.catbox.moe/gqypoa.png
The Idea: This is a sandbox-style interactive writing game designed to test your character creation, dialogue flow, and scene formatting. My main character, Hector, is currently moving toward a fixed goal: finding the source of a dead body's stench in a Nevada salvage yard. Along his path, he encounters your characters. Your character lives, acts, and speaks entirely inside this sandbox.-Communication Style: To speak out-of-character (OOC) to critique writing style, suggest plot shifts, or give feedback, wrap your text in parentheses: (Like this).-Fractal Writing Mechanics: Every sentence is its own micro-story; every full narrative is just a fractal expansion of a single line. Contributions of any size—from a single gerund phrase, to a punchy sentence to a short story—are welcome.-The Hook: Surviving the 404Every thread has an expiration date. In this sandbox, the 404 error is an active, inevitable apocalyptic event. Your character only survives if they can stick with the group and transition to the next thread before this one gets pruned.I have already mapped out the destination for the next thread. Once our core group of writers settles in, the next destination and survival objective will be chosen by the posters using a 'get' competition. "Surviving the 404" can mean anything you want: jumping through a localized spacetime portal, scrambling to outrun an incoming nuclear strike, or locking down ina survivalist bunker. Your sole objective is to survive alongside the rest of the cast.Who can you play? Anyone. You can write an original creation, a historical figure, or an introspective character consumed by absolute existential ennui.The Golden Rule: You can harm or hinder other characters, but you cannot kill or maim another writer's character. Everyone controls their own physical agency.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6416881>>6416871>>6416867>>6416859[SCENE CONTINUES]Hector, walking for about 30 minutes over worn gravel. The desert's sudden rain shower, pelted his fair skin. Cooled off from the heat, and feeling better after the sip of water, Hector looked around.Behind him, he looked with both his eyes and ears. Nothing was seen nor heard. No sign of that girl or what ever was on the ridge.To his right he thought he heard some rustling noise near some old cars. Past a purple the flower patch near the dead body was a Dodge car. The area around the body smelled like death was near or here. "Look Too", Hector remembered the voice. See, hear, and smell too. Probably a rat or a cat, Hector though. It's Vegas so maybe its the rat pack, the cool cats. Dean Martin and Sinatra, and the other guy. Hector's mind flashed back to concealment training. He remembered what his instructor said to him: "Remember: Look too'. ".Hector, looking up ahead, sees a bunch of rocks assembled in the form of sticks shooting from the ground. Might be the lingering effects of the recent dizzy spells and feeling like waking up at the exact time and place you where a movement ago but everything was different. Those shapes of sticks up maybe 3 miles a ahead had strange colors.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
[THE SANDBOX GET]Welcome to the roll section. We are using standard two-die (2d6) mechanics here. To break down the math for you: hitting a standard challenge roll gives you an 80% chance of basic outcomes, while hitting a DUBS roll sits at a crisp 20% chance. To put that in perspective for everyday life, you have an 80% chance that your car's turn signal is telling the absolute truth, and a 20% chance that the driver ahead of you has been cruising with his left blinker flashing since 2019. We use these grammar tools in natural conversation every day, but executing them on purpose to create a deliberate narrative effect is how we sharpen our writing skills. Roll your dice and follow your GETS assignment below:ROLLS: 2: - [SNAKE EYES] Jackpot! Pure character freedom. Write anything you want, OR drop a sudden flashback memory to reveal something about your character's past. 3: - Gerund phrases. As the author, use a gerund phrase (an "-ing" phrase acting as a noun, e.g., "Running late wasn't an option"). 4: - Verb phrases. As the author, use a verb phrase (e.g., "had been waiting"). 5: - Noun phrases. As the author, use a noun phrase (e.g., "The old wooden desk"). Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Just a thought. We need a Ted Kasinsky ty[e character. I might conjure one up if no one is interested in either being the uncle Ted or being a guy like Uncle Ted.Pic is who uncle Ted is.
Respectfully, I think you need to spend more time playing in some other quests to get a feel for what people are expecting. This all feels really unintuitive and disjointed.
>>6416839(Thanks for running.)>>6432235(You need to use parentheses or the QM won't see.)
Humankind has finally begun its eminence over the world.The nations are thriving, populations are booming, and the peoples of the surface have finally been granted the freedom and comfort to pursue finer pursuits like music, art, and crafting of frivolous things like toys and trinkets. At day, the Lights Above protect the world as they always have, and, even at night, their illumination is now harnessed to protect the settlements of man from the abyssal hordes. This peace, however, has been thrown into doubt.Something is brewing beneath earth, out of the sight of the Lights Above. Cultists worshipping the Core and its false gods have been exploding in population, more and more Magecorps being corrupted to their cause. Monster activity has heightened, and the rate of their mutation has increased. Nobody quite knows how to explain all of these coinciding phenomena, but almost everyone can agree on this— whatever's happening, it cannot be good.You, for better or for worse, are on the frontlines of this developing battlefield. Your party, the Dawnseekers is a relatively new Corps from a relatively new guild. Serving under the Dawnstone, your merry band of Spelldivers, for their own personal reasons, have opted to risk their lives to combat the Core's darkness. You, regardless of motive, are humanity's first line of defense.Link to relevant information including mechanics, equipment, and spell sigils: https://rentry.org/spelldivers
>>6452181Add Smitesalve too. If Roa wants it, I must vouch for it.
>>6452148>SNAKECYPRUS>FAERIE RING>GLUTTONFIRE GLOVES>BOLTURBINE>BLADE DANCE>SPELLPICKS>MELEE SUPPORT BOX>BEASTMAULER MASTIFF>>6452147Lansa's eyes widen at the sight of a Manhattan."Ahh he he he! Never in a thousand years would I think to meet a drink similar to the Ireqqeni 'Polvora' khammr. We use Blazeberry and Blastpowder, though - slightly spicier!"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6452147>Guidegust [COST: 80 CORESHARDS]>Lob [COST: 100 CORESHARDS]>Smitesalve [COST: 80 CORESHARDS]>Kudryavka’s Sensational Spellpicks [COST: 730 CORESHARDS (120/850)]
>>6452882Hearing her name, the witche slithers over to the burn victim with fresh intrigue burning in her sole visible eye. Stooping over one of the freshly-poured drinks--not hers or Lansa's, I might add--like a dog about to lap up a puddle, She gives the beverage a few wary sniffs before adopting a ponderous pose."There is a mold that clings to the bottom of the Kuurak Tree where the bog's lifeblood meets its roots... creature and hunter alike rub it on their scales, skin, and fuzz to ward off predators. A single bite can cause permanent blindness and a persistent pain in the extremities for the rest of a natural life.... In the correct proportions, it goes well in tea. It would do nicely in a cooperative concoction, Burned Boy."
New thread.>>6453437
Welcome to QUEST ART GENERAL, a quest for showcasing the art of your quest and its characters! Players of all skill levels are welcome!Quest mechanics:1. Don't be a spamshit. Multiple posts are fine but keep it below Souv level.2: You are free to draw/post work of others' characters, but no begging.3. Keep it SFW. This is a blue board. If you feel the need for otherwise, link it in the thread so it doesn't get nuked.4. No dramafagging/vendettafagging, or blatant shitting on others' art. Again, this is a quest to draw and vibe about art, /qst/ OCs, and their respective lore.5. If someone does give you fanart of your quest/character, be sure to thank that anon for their hard work as soon as you can, it's just common courtesy :)Drawing Resources:https://pastebin.com/DbyjxmfdLOOMIS:> https://alexhays.com/loomis/Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6451108Shut your whiny, bitch ass up and draw then, asshole.
Also because I'm not someone who goes without posting work...
>>6451112FOOLISH WOMAN, Everybody knows that soda is best when it is at the lowest possible temperature. Slightly cold soda just doesn't do it. If you want to enjoy, it must be just slightly shy of freezing.
I hope Sith Ascendant comes back soon, I want to commission more art for it.
>>6451108Oh yeah??? Prove it, draw something right now!
Your name is Ryan Drozdowski. (A stupid name for a girl, you think, but you can’t control your parent’s decisions.) You’re 15 years old. It’s August, 2009. Next week, you start your sophomore year of high school. There’s nothing to look forward to. You’re not popular, and you don’t have any friends.Today, you’re home alone like usual. Your parents aren’t cruel but they’re neglectful; working-class, too busy to make time for you.Looking for ways to occupy yourself, you dig through unopened boxes from the old house. (It got foreclosed last year. You don’t understand why the bank took it away, but you miss that place and you hate this fuck ass new apartment.) You hope to find something interesting tucked away in all the junk, the folded up clothes, the tacky holiday decor.Against all odds, you do.Your fingers brush against the cold metal of a silver flip phone you don’t recognize. It must have belonged to your older sister. (You don’t remember her having one, but you don’t remember her well at all. She died when you were 7, or ran away, or something like that. Your parents don’t talk about her.) The moment you pick it up properly, it rings loud enough to make you jerk back and wince. An electronic jingle fills the otherwise silent air of your living room. Too sudden. After taking a breath, you flip it open with your thumb to pick up the call.It goes quiet again. It’s dead.… Strange.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6419942Sorry to hear that QM
>>6419942are you korean OP?
>>6420726>North korean>kim jong un stabs art hand as punishment
Well, now I'm worried...
>>6419942Is your hand feeling better, now?
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.
>>6423751Cumber doesn't listen to a brief about what his opponents can do. And Lavender's punches didn't hurt, not until he spat a cloud of poison in his eyes and he was blinded. His arrogance was his downfall, underestimating the Ninth's hounds. Something Roh will be VERY smug about, learning how Cumber tore through the Sixth's Saiyans.>>6423757He wants to ENJOY a fight, he doesn't just want to just crush weaklings. He seeks true battle, to get the blood flowing.>>6423762Oof.>>6423767He's a complicated case. Arrogant, but rightfully so because he's strong. But too simple, and isn't built for tricky, sneaky opponents. He was forged into a deadly warrior by the Saiyan War on Sadala. Saiyan against Saiyan. He does view races who don't even match his baseline, untransformed power as inferior.>>6423790Precisely. That's why Karn prevailed, and Cumber fell. Karn fought to win, Cumber lost because he just loves fighting.
>>6423939>Roh will be VERY smug about, learning how Cumber tore through the Sixth's Saiyans.>being smug about people losing against the HARDEST TYPE ADVANTAGE possibleWhat a tool.
>>6423436>“WHAAAAAAT?!” Beerus, Champa, Kusu, Zamasu, and even Moro exclaim, shocked.Very interesting epilogue. I can’t get used to seeing Moro as God of Destruction. An official deity. >“The complete liberation of all mortals from under the boots of the divine. And the complete eradication of the gods, all the way up to GrandZen-Oh himself.”Isn’t that what Moro secretly wants too? Though he sworn loyalty to Universe 10, so I guess he must play his role of the deity now. Right? He is what he hates.>>6423672>By the time of Karn vs Granolah? All of them that participated in the ToP, challenging their fighters.That’s crazy. Though that’s probably dream come true scenario for Cumber. Right? He is all about fighting for the sake of fighting and those strong opponents are what he wants. This also implies that Doctor Doom was or will be attacked. I’m really curious how that fight went. >All of them that participated in the ToP, challenging their fighters.Does this mean that there is a chance that Chilli or Caulifa also had/has/will have a visit from Cumber?>24 hours to go! I hope you're ready!Yes. Very much.>>6423736Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6423971He was the first eliminated. He'll take the win to hold over the others whose fighters got bested by him.>>6424053Yeah. He's the real deal. But no, he doesn't want to liberate mortal kind, he wants to REPLACE the gods as ruler of everything.He's having fun.>spoilerPerhaps we'll see?Potentially.Good, because the next episode is SOONNot everyone's good for every fight. But the Trio de Danger are used to using that jump-juitsu and poisoning unsuspecting foes. Wearing them down with wolfpack tactics until their prey falls. And Cumber is exactly the kind of prey they prefer.
New episode begins now:>>6424117
You are a cursed sword.Your fondest dream is to one day lend your corruptive power to a noble and beautiful lady knight and then savor her slow descent into depravity, madness, and villainy. Unfortunately, you are currently stuck in your pedestal, incapable of movement. It is a comfortable pedestal, and the Dungeon Core has told you that you're in a secret treasure vault, a room that adventurers covet and seek out for reasons no monster truly understands. Someone will eventually find you, and when they do they will certainly pick you up, for you've been presented as a Venerable Holy Sword to all adventurers.Still, eventually is eventually, and you might get picked up by a man instead of the beautiful lady knight of your dreams. You need to...>Convince one of the nearby monsters to come pick you up.>Focus your energies and attempt to float away.>Make enough noise that the secret treasure vault is not so secret anymore.>Be patient. Good things come to those who wait.
>>6452059>[If you strike them down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine]Let's see if they have actual soul energy. And hope that Karen won't immediately drown it out of us again.
>>6452059>Jae takes center stageCurious to see what he would do.
>>6452059>>6452239If it happens to be a tie again, I'll switch to other anons vote (letting Jae do sth here).
>>6452059>[If you strike them down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine]>>6451607I remember one which got revived 3 or 4 times, because the premise was simple and would need maybe 8 votes to complete, after which the next QM would make a new characterIt was called human male fighter quest iirc
>>6452059>[If you strike them down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine]
Countless particulates drift through the air, stick to your membrane, wet your body.It's noisy. A stream roars as it cuts through the ground below you, drowning out the chatter of the pursuers, subsuming the clank of their boots. But you still hear them. You still know not to stop.The gratings they run on screech under their pressure. You know, instinctively, that there are six feet following you--three of them. Metal scrapes against metal as a door forces its way open and you catch sight of them. They're warm.
>>6416051>The cat
>>6416051>Yourself
>>6416060>>6416062>>6416071>>6416389Going to lock this in. Will be a while until the post.
>>6416593Thanks for running.
