"There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy"- HamletThe 20th century was a turbulent time for the human race. Wars, weapons, and atrocities beyond imagination occupied that hundred years, making an indelible mark upon the history of the human race. Discoveries and inventions, both good and wicked, propelled human society to new heights of technology, knowledge, and power. Yet as man's mastery over the Earth grew stronger, a sobering discovery was made. The human race would find that perhaps they were not so much in control of the natural world as they had hoped, and that the sciences and discoveries that could propel the species to new heights could also bring about its undoing.It began with an incident in London in 1925, when a live Brontosaurus was supposedly brought to the city, only to rampage and escape. The story was covered up, evidence suppressed, and most believed it to be nothing more than a tall tale. Then, in 1933, the world would be changed forever.Filmmaker Carl Denham and his crew returned from a voyage to a far-off island with "The Eight Wonder of the World", King Kong, a gigantic ape the size of a large dinosaur. The creature escaped captivity and rampaged throughout New York before being gunned down atop the Empire State Building. Kong would not be the last monster to terrorize the United States over the decades. The ferocious Rhedosaurus terrorized New York in 1953, and the United States would face threats ranging from giant insects to giant octopi.
>>6383263I don't think a 1 day tie was the reason for it, specially when he rolled on ties before
>>6382296+1
Where are you, OP ?
Bros...
>>6391369It's over.
You are Marnie, a 16 year old girl living in a digital ark known as City 87-O. All your life, you've wanted to leave, and just recently, you've come close. Along with your Digimon partner, Phascomon, you climbed the Tower at the center of the City and came close to exiting through the spinning vortex that serves as the only way out. Alas, your plan went awry, and the City's ultimate guardian thwarted your greatest dream. The shock and desperation pushed you to overexert your partner, triggering a Dark Digivolution that he only barely survived. With your partner wounded from the attempt, and your friendship frayed from the stress you put him through, you've only just began to set things right again. Now, with your strength greatly diminished, you're continuing your journey with fresh eyes. This time, you'll climb the Tower and escape this stifling playpen. This time, you won't lose sight of what matters. This time, for sure, you and your partner will finally be free.==Thread 1:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6216903/Thread 2:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6254189/Thread 3:Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6414141>>6414203>>6414246>>6414525Writing! Unanimous decision to put full faith in her. Time to split up and climb.
Sorry, might be slower with this one. Very exhausted today, and trying to make it longer
>Stop your recording and hand her the non-fungible, non-duplicable footage. It’s a precious treasure you promised to Doc, encompassing your whole adventure so far. Place it in her hands, and believe in her ability to get this to him.>Hand her the fire badge. She can use it on one of the Digimon, and then hand it to Doc after. It could help her chances.You reach up to deactivate your goggles. A circular icon appears in your HUD as the recording ends, compiling and encrypting hours of precious footage into a single archive. Once it’s finally complete, you eject it and hold the file out to Liza. “Can you get this to Doc?” She takes it hesitantly, handling the icon with a gentle grip. Exermon stares at it curiously. “Are you sure you want me to have it? Wouldn’t you rather do a dead drop? I’m gonna be- There’s a risk that-“ ”Gives you an incentive to come back in one piece, doesn’t it? Doc needs that. You’ll have to be the one to deliver it.” “So make sure you get out of this alive. Okay?” Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
There are a surprising amount of floors dedicated to trivial things. When you envisioned the inside of the Tower, you always expected a sprawling hell of infinite pillars, skyboxes, megastructures and security protocols. There are plenty of each of those, of course, but quite a few seem to be simple research floors or libraries that you can just breeze through. But it’s not completely smooth sailing. Every so often, the roadblocks get denser. Astamon has a particular bit of trouble when you hit the halfway mark. "... There are a lot of them."A veritable army stretches out before you. It seems like they've dedicated an immense amount of manpower to this floor, intending on stopping you here for good."I wonder why they don't just fully disable the stairwells."“They did shut off the elevator. And they’ve had better spots than this to trap us in. So maybe they can’t?” You examine floor 150. It’s an expanse of white polygons, as big as several city blocks. There are numerous gates leading to the outside, taking the form of invisible openings that fizzle with white light. On the other side are the platforms that you rested on. You recall the Tower getting a bit more narrow beyond this point. Occasional obelisks of slate-white material stick out from the ground. There are numerous long seams in the earth that terminate at 90 degree angles. Something churns beneath your feet. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
“Can you fly up and get a good look? Maybe do some potshots.” Astamon flaps his wings and takes to the air. He fires off a few idle warning shots, aiming for the bots in their ranks. Neither of you expect them to back down at this point. And neither do you expect a series of missiles to burst from between the fake buildings, flying straight for your partner. He shouts in alarm and blasts them out of the air. You see dozens of red targeting reticules focusing on him from afar. The Commandramon are using laser pointers to highlight him. The constant explosions blind you, and when they fade, you see him coughing on the ground, his suit scuffed and ripped. “Hey! Did they get you?” ”Just the recoil- Move! What’re you doing?! We can’t stay and chat!” You activate your Camo and begin skating towards the enemy, trying to stay just far enough from Astamon that stray shots can’t hit you. He takes off again, but as soon as he gains any decent altitude, missiles lock on to him. You remember seeing this type of attack before. “They’ve got a Deckerdramon! Land!” He hits the ground running, firing wildly into the air to catch the remaining missiles before they can reach you. The anti-air capability of this thing extends to even low flight. The most he can do is hover above street level, but neither of you are willing to experiment further.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
It had been a long time coming, with all the danger and boredom that was to be endured by soldiers. Days and weeks in the wilderness, months of training and retraining, and unknown time just... lost.And then there was the mixed quality of leadership, the painful highs and lows of bonding with other soldiers... Of being tied and getting to know people who would reveal themselves to be unstable, or sick, or worrisome... And some of the good ones would just die.It wasn't exactly clear what the point of it all was. Was it all a mistake? Was it a joke? Cruelty? A scheme to make money?The mind and body was exhausted. "Red" was saying that the chance to come home was available. It was time for leave, R&R. Maybe weeks in rehabiliation... Physical and mental. Maybe even a padded room and a cocktail of medicines.
>>6380090Jack looks to crucifix with confusion for a second before acceptance takes over his face. "Fair thing to do with what can happen in the work. Make there be a lord that will watch our backs. If not we will just have to do it ourself."
Someone said that we didn't want to lose track of Godmother or Jack, so here you go.https://discord.gg/kDWbTwGY )The extraction makes most of the group nauseous, but after several hours, along with proper showering, drinking, and eating... It ultimately doesn't matter.The group is contained inside a safehouse inside a cabin, inside some woods, inside a timeline that isn't documented very well or labeled. It could be a fragment, a post apoc, or a regular world.
>>6381599(Done.)Godmother welcomes the presence of modern amenities again, which help put some distance from the frontline combat he's seen. He now has a defensibl location again, which helps with stress management. Mostly he's spent time taking inventory and attempting to monopolize any and all explosives to rig manual perimeter traps. Nothing that would accidentally blow anyone up, so he says, just "insurance".
>>6381599Whelp new area I guess means taking stock of things. Maybe send a scout to map the area and hope for some supplies to work with. "Now that I think about it more. The base said something about vampires. Should be see if red can bless some water and does anyone know their weaknesses?"
>>6382371Red and moreso Asvos have filled Jack in on vampires, and done proper introductions..
This quest is intended to start out as a setting generation game that will gradually turn into a mythic narrative with your influence affecting more specific events as the world becomes more definedThe starting assumptions (open to be altered) are: A single earth-comparable planet orbiting a yellow star, supporting water-based life forms with an emerging hominid intelligence.to begin, pick one or two of the following categories, and add a description of a development or feature in their/its natureCosmic: The overarching nature of the universe or the planetary alignmentSolar: Involving the sun, the cycle of orbit, the source of light and heat and energyMeteoric: The composition of the atmosphere and celestial phenomenonEnvironmental: The terrain, the composition of the ground or the climateOrganic: Any kind of living presence, distinct lifeforms or biological developments Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6374012>Meteoric Organic: A colossal asteroid careens into the planet and from the rubble sprout networks of thick, colorful vines.
>>6374012>Solar Majestic: The "Sun" above this world, is no sun in truth, but a ball of blazing divine ichor orbited by the planet and smaller moons, bathing them in the essence and "love" of the being who bled to create this strange sanguine system, imparting them with life and divine spark
>>6374012>>6374015>Sapient Organic:The vines sprout buds of vegetation and meteoric rock, splitting, growing, shifting into a kaleidoscope of living species embedded with stone. Some lose their ability to harness the sun's love directly, eschewing green flesh for crimson as they devour their fellow organisms. From this primeval chaos rises a sapient species, able at once to consume others for sustenance and channel the divine might of the sun into mystical rites and miracles
Once upon a time in Kirigakure there was a young gennin Kunoichi ready to do ninja stuff.This Kirigakure was not the same village it used to be 150 years ago. The bloody days were left behind and children needed to get into adulthood before they could start serving their village as alien magic ninja soldiers. The seventh Mizukage, Mai Terumi, is set in making the village a great place where everyone can be happy.( Welcome to "Filler Chronicles" a joke and low quality drawquest set in what I remember of The Village Hidden by the Mist (Kirigakure) from Naruto. It will have very few text because this is an excuse to make many fast drawings about cute ninja girls).
She never got to have her clan...
>>6375394Welp, it was good while it lasted
>>6375394:(
>>6375394Welp, was fun while it lasted. Sad to see it end so soon.
>>6375395>>6375490>>6375702>>6375774Sorry, I'm not made for heavy lifting. I'm just a cheerleader.
Today has proven to be what the children like to call "a mixed bag".On the one hand, your most recent achievement has secured your legacy as the Great Artificer Rinaldo mac Tamera for centuries to come. Your life's work on the transfer of immortal souls between mortal vessels finally came to fruition in human trials. For the first time in history, the successful transference of consciousness from one body to another occurred through a fully understood mechanistic process that can be repeated without the use of divine magics. Thanks to you, resurrection and immortality no longer belong to the realm of miracles, but instead lay within the bounds of mankind's science!On the other hand the reason for the rather impromptu field test of this technology means that you probably cannot return to your home Realm any time soon. See, for various reasons the Jade Star Emperor decided to execute you - the Great Artificer Rinaldo mac Tamera - on a set of trumped up nonsensical charges. He could have just charged you for sleeping with one of his thousand wives, but unfortunately cuckoldry is not an offense punishable by death... and it would have been far too great a shame for him to admit. The exact charge was High Treason and Conspiracy Against All Life, the latter of which had not been dusted off since the Void Cults got killed off a thousand years ago. So for the crime of comforting a lonely woman, off came your head. Though not until they destroyed your atelier, and your sub atelier, and the ateliers that you had set up on various orbitals across the system, and the ateliers you built a few star-jaunts over on the Astral Plane. They burnt most of your books and journals, too, countless references and decades of accumulated knowledge gone up in smoke.Then they killed you.Then you woke up in the one atelier they missed. The one atelier you kept in such a grand backwater that you're quite certain that the locals never even heard of a Jade Star Emperor nor understood that all humanity across all material planes belonged to the Jade Star Empire. You forgot you even kept spare bodies in this place until the connection pulled your soul from your corpse and into the body you currently occupy. Looking at your current self in the mirror, you suddenly remember why this facility had a back up body to begin with.Golden hair, golden eyes, long slender ears and limbs with wiry muscles beneath a pillowly layer of squishiness. A fair sized bosom that you never had in life, and certain things in particular that are missing and replaced with other things that are best left unspoken.Looking out the window, you see a beach and signs of a tropical climate. You built this atelier to have a workshop attached to your off-the-books vacation home. Of course it would have the ability to grow homunculus bodies for your use. You didn't expect to be living in the Mark One Elven Beauty that you designed on a whim, but it's miles better than being dead.
>>6376347>Of course, you helped them clean themselves. That's one of the reasons you know that their bodies hold no charm for you.
>>6376347>Of course, you helped them clean themselves. That's one of the reasons you know that their bodies hold no charm for you.Sex with Serie!Vigorous, babymaking sex with Serie!!
>>6376347>Of course, when Francesca offered to wash your back, you let her and returned the favor. Though, is it normal for... nevermind.
Welp
>>6376347>Of course, when Francesca offered to wash your back, you let her and returned the favor. Though, is it normal for... nevermind.It seems the Jade Star Emperor caught the QM...
Welcome to the Kingdom of Pangria, the only home you've ever known. Ruled by our mighty King Elion we have long since snuffed out the mysterious dark forces that once plagued our lands. It's been sometime since a monster sighting has occurred, but the darkness that once was has not been forgotten. The Queen passed shortly after the great battle and for years now King Elios has remained a recluse.-?- If you want to roll a character----choose an animal-------choose a class====== I will decide the rest======-?-If I like your character-- You will receive art and the character will have a role to play in Pangria.-?-If you don't receive art-----there may already be an animal of that species in use in the story already. ---I will decide the protagonist, once a protagonist is chosen we can continue.
>>6371248>>6371249>>6371250As the tired lawman places down the last ballot handed to him, a gentle breeze enters the room... mixing his neatly organized stacks together into a messy pile half falling off the table side. His body barely moves after a brief pause, then slowly he begins shuffling all the piles together and starting over with his counting giving a side eye to the room acknowledging the mistake quietly as he counts again.
>>6371239I'll vote for Fenren because rats are peak
>Bellfuh character themehttps://youtu.be/CMyvIDLAub8?si=7lEjgt74jQHUb_Sz>>6371255If not for the racoon, I'll vote for Master Pello. He sounds interesting.
>>6371244>>6371255I vote for Saki or Lacsar.
In for Fenren and the mouse-keteers
Nine years ago King Aiden Perenolde betrayed the Alliance and sided with the Horde of Orgrim Doomhammer. Nine years ago Prince Alric Perenolde, the second heir of Alterac was sent into exile for his own protection. This exile turned permanent and Captain Normand Garside, your guardian for the past nine years made sure that you were safe and learned the useful skills that would help you in the future.Now you are ready to carry the responsibility and unite the scattered Alteraci people and reclaim the lands that were once the Kingdom of Alterac.Malevus had marched into the Stormwind Keep wearing her red Silverthread dress and made everyone marvel at her. She had united those who were willing to help you and with Jaina by her side she had retrieved your sword and faced Arthas in a duel. Malevus won and he had lost. With you freed you had faced Varian in a verbal duel and in the coming days secured a strong position to yourself and the Alterac while ensuring his fall.With the Edict of King Terenas being lifted in one year, Alterac would grow stronger with each passing month. But what came next could change everything, the orcs were on the move with Thrall pushing for rescuing the orcs in the Internment Camps. At the same time Pai and Eligius were out there somewhere trying to rescue your little sister from the Syndicate.The dice were being cast and in the middle of all that stood you. You thought you were going to be ready, but would hope carry you far enough or was it one step on the road to disappointment?Welcome to Alterac Resurgent Quest!…Twitter: https://twitter.com/MedivhQMComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6415234|You stood up and walked past the tables to where Terenas was sitting. He handed you the letter.“I don't recognise the handwriting, it's been too long since I have read anything he has written.” You said to him immediately as you started to read.The letter was short and immediately to the point. Aliden was willing to uphold his part of the truce if the Alliance kept theirs, but of course there was the catch.“...the Syndicate is well aware of the Edict forbidding Prince Alric Perenolde from entering Alterac. The Syndicate expects the Alliance to uphold the Edict and to prevent the claimant from acting against the Syndicate in any shape or form.” You read aloud and looked at Terenas.|From last Thread
In fact we will be breaking the Truce lol I am hopeful my writein will provide some support to point the finger at Falconcrest and Syndicate when Creedy dies or when the little sister is rescued. "They were just killing each other and trying to pin it on me." Its not too hard to believe I'd say.If we want to get REALLY technical with it, the Alliance broke the truce by removing the Edict in secret, but its removal isn't public until next year and both sides do want time to get things in order.
>>6415164>>6415172support
>>6415251Well thats just messy considering the edict was lifted. Thats part of the syndicate expectation you should have just posted exerpt of what was agreed upon specifically not the initial demand.We also got the somewhat excuse that the agents were sent before the treaty was signed and they were out of our reach afterwards.
Rolled 6, 3, 5 = 14 (3d10)I would like to have some rolls, DC is what I roll.>3d10, Best of three>DC X
Today is October 12th, 2024. You are a normal person, living a normal life, remaining completely unremarkable among over 8 billion others just like you. Today, you are going to manifest psychic powers, and your life will very rapidly cease to be normal. Who are you?> Jacob Porter, male, 25 years old. Works 2-3 shitty wagecuck jobs, splits rent with a tolerable roommate, almost exclusively engages with political media, thinks world is doomed.> Rebecca Sims, female, 28 years old. Homeless, addicted to heroin, probably some sort of undiagnosed mental illness. Got fired from her acting job after years of mounting stress and misery, lost her apartment, got disowned, and was never able to pick herself back up.> Casey Russo, nonbinary, 20. Junior in undergrad for computer science, participates in three clubs, in a sorority, has a part-time job and an internship with the campus. Uses amphetamines, sleep deprived, going to crash and burn.> Pete Pruitt, male, 36. Lives with his parents, works a shitty wagecuck job, entire life consists of helping his elderly parents, working, watching escapist slop, playing vidya, or gooning. Definitely has some sort of depression.> Thomas Duarte, male, 52. Lives alone, survives off social security and renting out some property he inherited. Alcoholic, stopped trying to quit over a decade ago, children and ex-wife hate or avoid him. Has pancreatic cancer that will kill him in ~8 months.> Robert Writt, "male," 31 years old. Uses /lgbt/ and /pol/ consistently, chud, closeted trans woman, hates himself, moderately suicidal, keeps to himself, has a decent job and splits rent with two roommates.> Gabriela Cabrera, female, 24. Always loved reading and writing stories, and was pressured into college. Has no long-term life plans, a knee-deep pile of debt, and a few months until she has a degree in literature. Deeply avoidant person, only thing keeping her sane is her girlfriend and some high school friends.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6369787psychic /pol/tard quest, go!
>>6369506> Jacob Porter, male, 25 years old. Works 2-3 shitty wagecuck jobs, splits rent with a tolerable roommate, almost exclusively engages with political media, thinks world is doomed.
>>6369506>> Gabriela Cabrera, female, 24. Always loved reading and writing stories, and was pressured into college. Has no long-term life plans, a knee-deep pile of debt, and a few months until she has a degree in literature. Deeply avoidant person, only thing keeping her sane is her girlfriend and some high school friends.Given the options, it looks like this quest is set up to be one of those "lolsorandumb" ones. But if not, here goes. (Perhaps someone should hijack this?)
>>6369506I'll vote for the middle aged Spiderman lore ripoff Pete Pruitt.Else I'll give a +1 to the Jacob Porter squad.>>6369787>that isn't a boring tumblr lesbian OCYeah all of the characters seem half assed, but who knows maybe OP can read the room.
Uh . . . hello?
It has been a thousand years since the last great cataclysm divided a once thriving world spanning empire and plunged it into utter ruin.The world was sundered by unknown magical forces, former allies turned to enemies, races resparking ancient feuds and descending back into conflict for few to take advantage of the chaos of it all. People survive, but most folk find that the ruins and relics are both valuable and dangerous, some not worth the price they enact.This is different though, this is worth it, this is finally worth the scrapping of mostly destroyed books, stories from people who heard those stories from long dead parents, and carvings on tablets that just mention shipments.The question is now, who follows the path?A: Nicolas Namelost: A Human, a scholar and minor magician. No family, no friends, a lost bitter man who learned his letters for loafs of bread and followed this path to make a name for himself.B: Burn the Exile: A Dwarf, a former smith who was banished after his armor failed a warrior fighting against a massive foe. The armor wasn’t built for that, but no one would listen. Bitterness, loss of purpose, and a spark of determination is all that keeps him going.C: Pick: Kobold, a sacrificed slave. Formerly held by a crew of adventurers who were exploring the mountain range, seeking treasure. A few kobolds slaves were cheap, and if one ‘fell’ into the river like Pick did, who would notice? Who cares where he ended up?
>>6370700>A: Grab the floating jewel.Get money get paiddddd
>>6370705The stone was in Pick's hand before he was thinking. It settled there, the heat of the gemstone burning into his hand as it sunk into his flesh. As he called out in pain, it fused with his flesh and he fell from the stool onto his back. He writhed and wriggled in pain before it stopped. It perhaps took a full minute before he realized it was all over.He looked at his hand, and in the center of his palm, the jewel had burrowed itself and stuck fast into his body. He tapped it a few times before a voice spoke out around him."Ah, not our usual Master, but not unheard of for a Kobold to take command." The voice drew the attention of Pick to it, a floating stone orb that pulsed with every word."I welcome you My Lord, to the Golem Forge of the Spinestone Mountains. I apologize for the lack of cleanliness, but we have been out of sorts since we were last inhabited by living beings of Imperial origin." It explained. “Though it seems due to your position in life and the time passed you may not be from the Imperial Capital...” “No matter, whoever holds the Jewel is in charge, and I don’t suppose you would want to give it up. This forge is able to create a manner of magical goods, primarily however it makes Golems and other Constructs, artificial creatures made of stone. By default, they can be controllleld by you, but other instructions can be given. “"Ah and for reference, we have 50 Animating Crystals ready to be used, along with 100 units of Stone for Stone Constructs. Other materials could be gathered, but that would require you to build Constructs of the proper type to gather them, or to build constructs to obtain them in a military manner.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6370710>B: Battle ReadinessAdventurers steal Pick's treasure!
>>6370710>B: Battle Readiness
>>6370710>A: Resource Collectionwe shall eat dirt
Hey /qst/, I'm from China and wanted to share a log from a quest (basically an interactive CYOA/story) we ran on our local anonymous board, X Island. Hope you guys enjoy it.Here's the link: https://www.nmbxd1.com/t/55362191If you want to read the whole thing, you might need to sign up (only up to page 99 is visible to guests). Registration requires a Chinese phone number though, so fair warning.Also, my English sucks, so this was all translated by DeepSeek. Don't blame me if it reads weird lol.Not sure if this is the right board for quest logs, so I'm posting it here in /qst/. Mods feel free to move/delete if I fucked up.(and I already fucked up in /tg/ ( ﾟ∀。))
02/08/23(Wed)13:11:57 ID:EVHvrrR No.55415575302/08/23(Wed)13:13:02 ID:c4h0GlY No.55415594302/08/23(Wed)13:15:07 ID:RHZpOXQ No.55415623302/08/23(Wed)13:17:59 ID:DUKvUHK No.55415681302/08/23(Wed)13:25:09 ID:Q6LYflm (OP) No.55415829>Need to calm down!Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
02/08/23(Wed)14:15:35 ID:PUmGmeL No.55416977( ﾟ∀。) Now we HAVE to help Mimis02/08/23(Wed)14:22:50 ID:CYQirX1 No.55417151>>No.55416977Mimis already has him by the weak point (referring to [self-censored]) ( ﾟ∀。)02/08/23(Wed)14:51:20 ID:Q6LYflm (OP) No.55417951It's over ten minutes before Mimis replies. In the meantime, the big-[self-censored] junior from Room 13, 3rd Floor has hopped on the information superhighway, spreading like wildfire through the Freedom House watering hole!Ashen Remnant: 25cm? At least?! Is that even human? That's a collapsible baton come to life!Francois VI of Duwang: That's a collapsible baton come to life! +1Maieronde: That's a collapsible baton come to life! +1Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
02/08/23(Wed)15:06:38 ID:CYQirX1 No.554183982 ( ﾟ∀。)02/08/23(Wed)15:06:53 ID:HNvxTCC No.55418406202/08/23(Wed)15:07:01 ID:M56665U No.55418409202/08/23(Wed)15:07:03 ID:c4h0GlY No.55418410202/08/23(Wed)15:07:11 ID:RHZpOXQ No.554184192Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
02/08/23(Wed)15:22:50 ID:YiLKeVl No.554189162. This is so fucking awkward.02/08/23(Wed)15:24:08 ID:f383fGd No.55418947>Close the door, you've got the wrong guy ( ﾟ∀。)02/08/23(Wed)15:24:38 ID:Q6LYflm (OP) No.55418965>Act natural (Zhao Shi intensifies)(*TN:Zhao Shi,a South Korean cartoonist, is known for his comics featuring protagonists in awkward situations who try too hard to act natural)You casually make your way through, like Moses parting the sea.Don't these high schoolers understand the concept of personal privacy?!>1-50Delinquent girl gang blocks the way! Could this be an ambush?!Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
02/08/23(Wed)15:39:30 ID:EVHvrrR No.554193771If I remember right, three-on-one is against the rules, right? Doesn't count toward win streak if you lose.But if you win, that'd be sick ( ﾟ∀。)02/08/23(Wed)15:39:53 ID:CYQirX1 No.55419387>>No.55419377Amuro wrecking the Black Tri-Stars... Wait, weren't they three kittens? ( ﾟ∀。)02/08/23(Wed)15:41:20 ID:YiLKeVl No.55419424>>No.55419377( ﾟ∀。) Our grunt mech is seriously lacking. First win was terrain advantage, second was pure guts and luck. We only had a chance because our mech levels were close.If their gear's even slightly better, it's not so easy.02/08/23(Wed)15:41:49 ID:Q6LYflm (OP) No.55419432Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>OOC: Been incrediably sick so, sorry. As long as I get the votes will try to post more and shorten them some. Thank everyone sticking with it through my IRL shit.Archive link: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Ilvermorny%20QuestNon-canon lewd-fic: https://rentry.co/4iehi5w8The time Emily got banned from the internet: https://rentry.co/68e94broWhat-if which may end up canon: https://rentry.co/d7qyhmm6New character sheet: Working on it... numerous new bonuses and items b/c I am dumbOld sheet: https://rentry.co/7obcbksuComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6407872Roll and vote?
Rolled 37 + 12 (1d100 + 12)>>6407879
>>6407864ahh yes, i guess that makes sense, sorry about that.and thanks for the archive!
>>6407925You are fine. Welcome, and I hope things are going okay on your end.I am going to close this after dinner, if anyone wants to chime in for the vote. Announcing it in /QTG/ as well.
Fell asleep after dinner but calling this.>>6407338>>6407444>Let Macy decidewith a high roll of 65 post-modifier. I've got a bit written, so hopefully I'll update this evening, but I need to do some things today. Might be late or tomorrow.
CRACKThe bones of the kneeling man give way as a primal scream escapes his lips, the sack covering his head only provides enough of a barrier to marginally lower the volume of his shrieking. The crowd watching this brutal execution jeers at the man, "MURDERER", "C'MON LAD, PUT YOUR BACK INTO THE SWING", and other words of mockery slip from the mouths of the audience. The executioner, a large and burly man covered from head to toe in black garments, wields a nearly inhumanely long and heavy looking club. Each swing of it brutalizing the man in what is an increasingly barbaric display of punishment. "Bastards.." you catch a barely audible whisper coming from what may be a woman behind you. That's right.. you're not far off from being in the mans shoes ahead of you. Unsure of your bearings or whatever village they've transported you to due to your own coverings over your head, the only sure thing is you deserve to be here by all equal rights and measure. No matter what hole they put you in, no matter how long you were in there for, temptation overcame you.CRASH The sound of the poorly constructed floorboards give way and the crowd cheers, everyone waiting in line with you in the back is splattered by something."DID YA SEE THAT THERE? BATTERED THAT FUCKERS HEAD CLEAN OFF E' DID!" A particularly excited man shouts from out front the display. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>Jump over the gate>Rolled 20! >ROLLED 20 AGAIN!The handful of militia brace themselves, getting into a clumsy defensive position with a couple of spearmen half-heartedly jutting their blades forward. The sight of it nearly causes you to chuckle, you snap out of your mocking state and focus on the goal ahead. "R-READY YOURSELVES MEN!" The leader commands, his voice cracking.Just as you close in on the handful of militia at the gate, one of them sticks their spear further out, you quickly concentrate all your strength into your lower body and leap gracefully over the entire squad. The sight of it is something to behold, "HELLS BELOW!," One of the militiamen shout. You not only cleared the jump over the squad, but you easily bounded beyond the height of the gate! Your bounding leap cascades you across the skyline as if you were a bog witch riding on your broom. The distance you create in a single bound between you and your captors is enough to put them off for at least half a days travel. The men stare in shock, the only thing that to confirm what they saw was real is your hounding laughter haunting the nighttime sky.SLAMComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6370363>Create a makeshift shelter
>>6370363>Travel further away from the townWe're too near to our pursuers to be resting.
>>6370363>Create a makeshift shelter>>6370478I don't think they'll chase us after moves like that
Jail Quest: a text adventure occasionally illustrated.A night of drinking and a failed attempt to cheat on cards had landed you the strangest job slash community service sentence you've ever had: ensuring Gongalla Gaol survives the reality storm called Singularity.Now you travel around with your employer and a handpicked crew to survey the four Reality Anchors. Hey, beats being tarred and feathered, right?Previous thread:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2026/6322745/Gongallaverse:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Gongalla%20GaolYou are currently Craig Snorlison, goblin kid prodigy! You were traveling with your aun- err, older cousin Rosa Montagni, on her job to save Gongalla!But then you have to wait for her in this hotel in Viridis with her boss, Nemo. One of your spirits, Scholar, has bonded to you and requires you to read at least a chapter every day, but it gets boring reading the same grimoire over and over again.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 8 (1d20)>>6408527>□ No, go with himFuck outta here with this mindwarping shite
>>6408527>□ Yes, have your teammates help you get your shit together
>>6408527Leclerc's entrance rattled you out of your shocked fugue state, but you still feel the heaviness in your step and the wooziness in your head. What did you expect? You just got hit by an entire emotional train with that revelation. Hannah gives you a hand up, thankfully."N-no, I'll... I'll be fine. Lead the way."You stumble forward in a raw state, trying and failing to keep it cool. Which is probably why Liv scolds you - she saw right through your act."You're definitely not fine, Rosa. Don't be so hard on yourself!""It's just... an old wound, y-yeah."This time, it's Valencio that spoke to you."Old wounds can still hurt - especially those lodged deeply in the heart."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6412539>□ Any idea why he's urgently calling for us, specifically?>□ What kind of person is the principal?
>>6412545+1
Smoldering ruins surrounded every inch of this crater. Endless stretches of silver expanse had been laid to waste, never to see the suns again. In dwellings far away, strangers were made absolutely aware of a change in the world. Most ignored it-- some reviled it. None particularly cared enough for its implications to seek out the cause.Closer to the source of such a shift, some exceptions occurred. Curious organisms sniffed around the fresh boundaries of the forest, familiarizing themselves with this new division between the strange and the ordinary. Many-trunked mice, miniature horses, webbed birds, and all manner of inquiring things found themselves dancing on the edges of this giant pit; none seemed to value their lives highly enough to consider what might happen if they fall within it, nor did many fancy themselves clumsy enough to find out.Deeper still, at the very core of the newborn crater, lay a glowing anomaly. Something not of this planet, yet belonging to no other. An entire galaxy of thought and emotion whirled within its inner world, feeling clashing with thought; clashing with instinct; clashing with reality, mocking roaring waves against shattering cliff-faces.Then, in an instant, the turmoil was cut short by a voice-- a voice that the anomaly neither understood nor knew of. It repeated, again, louder-- yet the anomaly was left just as clueless as before.The creatures surrounding its crater soon began to scatter, making a variety of noises that likely had no inherent meaning beyond alarm. The source of their vanishing wondered if there was any distinction between their vocalizations and the voice's, but quickly put that thought to rest. Somehow, it simply understood that they were not one in the same.Soon after, silence fell upon the flattened forest. The anomaly was left alone. It heard no sound, nor saw any thing, nor did it find its other senses particularly disturbed. Estranged from its reality and the world it now found itself in, the anomaly's first thoughts were of...>Opportunity. It found itself in awe of its surroundings, ready and eager to build itself a new future.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6413290>Because you want to be well-liked and well-known.
>>6413290>Because you want to be well-liked and well-known.HIT IT https://youtu.be/OdQ1CG11wTQ
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