At the same time that the Straw Hats were having their adventure in Skypiea, a young couple inspired by Eustass Kidd had stolen a rowboat and set out on their own pirate adventure in the South Blue.Since they were still hours away from any islands they decided to settle the matter of who should be captain of their crew and who the first mate. Since they didn't want to fight for it or even had the room to do so they had picked a peaceful way to settle things."Rock, pa pers, scissors. "Sho ot!""Another draw?! We've been at this for 10 minutes already."Yeah, maybe we should try something else. How about a coinflip? The blonde haired boy took out a coin."Call it, babe. Heads or tails Who will win the coinflip and become captain?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6431889Okay the curse got me. Hot oil while cooking on my non-dominant hand. No idea if there are any burns yet but posts might slow down
>>6432457Have a photo of my arm, as you can see it's not terrible but it is not fun either
>>6432491Yo just use a potato peeler to get rid of the skin and nerve endings where it hurts. Or, vaseline or aloe vera or something.
>>6432491No offense anon, but that's a very girly arm
Hope your doing better and the curse didn't strike again!
Constraints breed creativity.This 100 Rule Quest and the universe it takes place in are to be forged by the combination of a set of rules created by the players.We'll explore how the rules interact, perhaps exploit the limitations, and navigate the chaos.
Rolled 20, 1, 2, 5, 14, 18, 10, 1, 9, 9, 9, 17, 18, 20, 15, 19, 15 = 202 (17d20)>>6448050Forgot it capped out at 25
Rolled 8 (1d20)>>6448050
>>6448050In figuring this out I realized there were four critical successes and four critical failures in one event. It's going to get messy, I think. I should have an update for you by tomorrow night if the curse doesn't try to take me down again.
>>6448665Eagerly waiting
That was a nice nap.The warm sun was now hidden behind the clouds. That blanket of warmth being absent explains your waking.You pack your things, clear your camp and go about your journey.Your destination:>The celebration of the end to the War against the Dark Lord>The expeditionary town to explore the ruins of the Lost City>The king was calling for any magician of worth to the Capital, the reason is anyone's guess
>>6412917It's extremely common, as are slow updates these days.>>6412937Good to see you back, though, QM.
ETA?
>Leaves>Returns to insist he hasn't left>LeavesTruly a clown world
>>6412937>The celebration of the end to the War against the Dark Lord
>>6418401He meant that it's not a new low, not that he didn't leave.
A quiet dripping sound slowly wakes you. The room you wake up in is dim, dusty and cramped. As you stumble to your feet, some of the junk that is lying around seems familiar, but nothing you can fully recognise. A broken crystal is illuminating the torn up books, broken machinery and furniture and shattered walls inscribed with gylphs. You were lying in a pool of strange, viscous liquid that spilled out of a barrel. You wipe the residue off, but your skin seems to be absorbing it. With each second you feel more alive. You drop down, frantically trying to smear some more on your skin, but the spilled liquid does not seem to have any effect anymore. You pick yourself up, dragging your left leg behind you, and look around. The room has two exits, one leading left into darkness, one leading forward and is dimly lit. You find a mirror shard and peer into it. You see a smooth clay-brown face with red, intricately carved stones for eyes. In the middle of the face there is a button nose and an axe wound that passes for a mouth. It is a stranger's face. You try to recall any memory of your reflection, but you are drawing a blank. You cannot remember anything about yourself. Terror races through you and you toss the shard into the nearest wall, causing it to shatter. You kick the the only table that survived the assault on the room with inhuman strenght, breaking it in three pieces and smashing what remained of the bookcase. Stunned by the power of your strikes, your anger subsides and you think on your next move.>Search the room for clues or useful items>Take a crystal shard and explore the left tunnel that is shrouded in darkness>Explore the forward, dimly lit tunnel>Write-in
>>6434741>Determination gives her stronger will (+1 WILL)>Shoot him with your crossbow (+1 archery)>Fend them off with your dagger! They won't take you alive! (+1 blade)
>>6434741>Determination gives her stronger will (+1 WILL)>Attempt to heal him (+1 restoration magic)>Fend them off with your dagger! They won't take you alive! (+1 blade)
>>6434741>>Determination gives her stronger will (+1 WILL)> Toss the stew on him and run (+1 streetwise)> Jump up to a chandelier and swing to the top floor to freedom (+1 acrobatics)
Rolled 3 (1d3)>>6434767>>6434796>>6434914Locked-in for Belle and Lily. Lori has a three-way tie. Rolling to break it. First post is 1 and last post is 3.
>>6435081Tossing the stew it is. Writing.
It’s a beautiful Thursday morning. Nobody says that about Thursday, but yesterday was such a great day that it spilled over. You want to keep that momentum! Taking down Youhao will be hard to topple, but you’ll forgive yourself if you have a good relaxing day. Nothing fancy. The day before, you partied yourself out. Today, you’ll recover. Does this count as keeping momentum? You know your team will appreciate this pace. Memories rush back from yesterday night: The railing talks, the food, the karaoke, and the unforgettable moment with Pumpkin. It’s starting to feel like your relationship isn’t cursed. Speaking of, you wonder if she’s around. She couldn’t have left this early in the morning, right? This is earlier than your usual waking time. She can’t elude your breakfast! But you can’t expect anything from this girl…You get up from the couch… to drop back onto its comforts. No reason to stand up, these pillows were meant to be sit over. On the table, a glimpse of a note catches your attention. It’s addressed to you. You turn your head back to notice your room’s door wide open — and no one inside. Pumpkin is either gone, or is in the kitchen. You can hear someone whistling inside the latter…Wait, that’s not whistling, that’s chirping! It must be Crossbill. In that case, you assume this letter belongs to Pumpkin. How old fashioned. You wonder why not leave a message on the phone. You assume because it’s more personal. That’s what Bradford Jr. says. He spent the night with her, so he knows better. It feels like you should read it at a later moment, but curiosity can get the better of you...You have a long but relaxing day waiting; well, it’d be more relaxing if you didn’t have to go to school… You’d think that a curfew would stop that crap, but you have the feeling that’s long lifted if Pumpkin is nowhere to be seen.You have too many things to do…What do you do?>Check on the bird in the kitchen. What’s Crossbill up to?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6425884>Maybe the Nurse should check on this patient before deciding if you’re willing to let her go… (Maybe even more love?!)Double trouble?At least I hope so! :D
>>6425884>Look for the blue ghost with a perverted presence who you took note of. That blueberry must be hunted and teased for what she did! (Stop here.)As punishment our blueberry has to be that surprised idol we promised
You can’t get ahead of yourself! Your lovely nurse has to check on the patient before deciding if to move on or not. Yes, you’re the doctor, but you trust your staff’s judgment more than your own. Does that make you a hack…?“Want Rora to check on you before we move on? If you catch my drift?” You wonder. “A nurse’s word is as good as mine.”“You’re back to role-playing?” Matilda is half-amused.“I’m a professional.” You adjust your glasses.“Doctors don’t sleep with their patients.” Matilda retorts.“Well, not most of them…” You know one pretending to be a nurse who does… With you. It’s Kata. “Fine, bring her over. Let’s end this charade properly.” Matilda sees it as a good way to regroup.Shortly after, Aurora sneaks inside the infirmary! You didn’t call her over, she showed up on her own. A routine check up, it seems. You tell Nurse Rora to check on the patient. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6426946He fucking delivered
>>6426946>Matilda's absAlways glorious. Thank you for running!
The Emperor's very own Angels. There's the 9 best known ones, the 20 or so somewhat heard about ones and then there's the rest. And you soon will become one yourself. Still a 12 year old boy you were selected to become a neophyte. The first choice you make is not really your own, but that of fate.Pick one of 4 Space Marine Chapters to be part of. This choice stays unchanged for the whole Quest. Pick 1:> Nanoq Claws> The Pride> The Eyes in the Trees> LancebearersThe rules are standard. Write in the choice you want and the majority voted choice wins. I will try to update the Quest 1-2 times per day, if there's enough response for a clear winning opinion.(all chapters have been randomly generated using a rolling table)
>>6416280>train to become a real bannerman> psyonic excellence - try to expand your psychic powers maybe you can become a real psycher (requires D100 roll)> warriors - fight against a foe in the crusade (chaos, nids, t'au)Man, I do want the 3rd heart, but getting locked into the mechanical spirits it's like a no-no to me. Mostly because we naturally have to aid the heads but we also have a connection with the nids, and if we get now the machine spirits it's a lot going on.
Qm?
I believe in him
qm everything good ?
>>6418562...Do you still believe in the QM?
“This is suicide. You'll never make it across. We already lost a squad of our best men and upper brass won't even allow us to retrieve the bodies. What makes you so different? Why would the Inquisition choose you?” The grizzled guard stands firm before you ready to intercept you should you try to push past him. It was a shame, however, that you had already positioned yourself between him and the bridge as the three of you talked. “He’s right. Anyone who’s tried to touch the bodies has been shot on sight.” The promoted E.V.O rookies adds, “You sure they didn’t want us all to rush the bridge?”“No. I’m afraid it was just me she wanted to cross. Any more people and we’re liable to push the enemy into doing something drastic. You guys are to stay here and keep anyone from fleeing.” You explain before turning to face the captain. “As for why me? I’m afraid that’s something only the Inquisitor knows. I will say that the previous squad did allow me to find most of our enemy’s traps. I must admit that even one is enough to take me out. But you don’t need to believe that I’ll make it just that I have not plans on dying right now. Whether I survive or not, part of being an adventurer is having to find out. Now if you don’t mind I have a bridge to cross.” You adjust your cuffs and draw your cloak around your body before flashing a smile and drawing the hood over your head. “Allons y…” You mutter as you turn and start to push through the crowd. You can feel the eyes of everyone on you as they part to let you pass. You can feel your heart rate pick up slightly and you wonder if you would have felt this way had your career truly taken off. Pro teams always stood before the crowd right before the match. You had never played before a crowd before and the several hundred stream viewers always felt so distant compared to everyone around you now. Then again, you never hyped yourself up this much when you did play professionally. Putting on a persona always seemed like too much effort and wasted energy when you could be focusing with your team and practicing. Yet here you were, acting like you were some kind of super player. Did everyone expect you to fail? Did they want you to? You weren’t sure but part of you couldn’t help but feel eager to see how they would react if you did succeed and that seemed to help balance your nerves.
They double over and you follow up with a right hook to the face throwing them back just as their teammates begin to catch up. Acting quickly, you pull the stun grenade free and pull the pin with your teeth as you aim your grapple gun skyward. The tiny motor whirs with all it's might as it pulls you away from the grenade's blast zone. You shield your eyes from the flash as you swing away but as you glance back you can see the group disoriented and stumbling around. >What do you do?>Double back and continue to harass the group. Use the remaining shots of your igniter to scatter them around. >Regroup with your team and help and press the attack. You don't have many items left that can be used to CC or annoy the group.>Try and circle around to flank the remaining two raiders. Help take them out as soon as possible. >Write in.
>>6448759>Double back and steal the weapons off the stunned units, throwing them back towards the enemies engaged with your team.
>>6448759>Regroup with your team and help and press the attack. You don't have many items left that can be used to CC or annoy the group.
>>6448759>Try and circle around to flank the remaining two raiders. Help take them out as soon as possible.
You got hit by a truck and were about to be reincarnated into a different world, but the goddess you met in the afterlife was actually a huge pervert!?She was so depraved that she wanted to have a loving family with you!Also you had a harem of slaves. But they're all consenting and into it so it wasn't bad. It was clear that Herta, your first wife and the Goddess of Creation, was projecting her fetishes when she made the world. So you had to deal with the planet being mostly comprised of women that were desperate to have babies in a loving family.Masochism wasn't unheard of when it came to women, with a large (and vocal) minority making it obvious that pain was their pleasure. Again, you had Herta to blame for that.Not the worst place to get isekai'd into, all things considered.Your name is John Doe. You have tons of beautiful wives that would happily follow your whims. You could make cool crap thanks your Lunacy Savantae; a type of madness/hyper-focus that let you build things that defied the laws of physics. From mechs to robots to more mundane things like typewriters and radios (even though the latter two already existed, the fact that a Savant created them apparently made them pretty desireable), all of it was possible so long as Herta gave you divine inspiration.Life was good.===
>>6409663Oh we are in fantasy Switzerland
>>6409650Welcome back QM>>6409651>Give them 10g each to spend in the markets. (Lose 70g)We should probably stop giving them money everytime we come here>>6409660>Talk with Aldaron in private.Clearly he wants to so we probably should>>6409662Damn we have a lot of real estate, we gotta get city state maxxing soon.
>>6409924>We should probably stop giving them money everytime we come hereAbsolute poor behavior, both in spirit and action.
>>6409660>Give them 10g each to spend in the markets.>Talk with Aldaron in private.
>>6409663Thanks for running.
ORThat Time I Got Isekai'd Into Game Of Thrones As Joffrey Baratheon, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the RealmWarm... Moist, and warm...I thought death was supposed to feel cold. It's warm, though- warm, and moist, and soft.My back hurts.I must have died though, else why would I have gone from feeling cool and content to warm so suddenly? It was not like exiting an air-conditioned building into a summer day, no, the change was much more stark. There was no transitory sensation of cool to warm, even a quick one. It just changed: I was in my car, and now I'm somewhere else.Gods, but death smells foul.Gods? I don't believe in any God, much less a pantheon.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
> “I- There’s no excuse, your grace! I should have had Rowan or Phoebe or- I’m sorry, but it was the COMET, grace. Forgive your simple maids for taking notice!”“You are all forgiven, Priscilla. Please just- take me to my bed, and reheat the kettle.”My words seem to relieve Priscilla somewhat, and she hurriedly gets her broad shoulder under my own arm, nearly lifting me up off the ground as she carries me back to my bed. When we enter my bedchamber, we encounter Phoebe and Rowan, who seemed to have been hurrying into the privy. > “What happened? Is his grace alright?”Phoebe asks urgently, seeing Priscilla carrying me no doubt deepening her concern.> “T’was nothing, child- his grace just gave me a small fright. She must have screamed when she found me, it’s the only explanation for why the sum total of my apartment maids are congregating in my chamber. Strong as Priscilla is, she’s also gentle, and deftly lays me back on my mattress with all the Mother’s tender grace, not causing any new pains or aches in the effort. She leaves my bedside to start another kettle.> “Even still, perhaps we ought to summon Maester Pycelle. Phoebe, would you fetch him?”Priscilla muses as she starts the draught.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rowan pouts playfully, batting her eyelashes and stroking my head. Of all my maidservants, Rowan is second only to Phoebe in comely features(and truly only because of the larger endowments the Maid and Mother saw fit to bestow the latter). Rowan’s smooth, olive skin and auburn hair suggest a heritage from across the Narrow Sea, or perhaps even Dorne. Truth be told, all of my maidservants torment me, having become much less restrained with their particular charms and flirtations ever since their boy king fell off of the wall and stopped treating them with such disaffected cruelty. I recall several instances of having cornered some of them, fondling them over their clothes, ogling them and making crude remarks from back when this body did not belong to me, and though they played the part of the eager maiden well enough, Joffrey seemed to be aware that they knew acting otherwise would spell a speedy dismissal- or worse.For my part, I have made every effort to restrain myself from anything beyond gallant courtesies, remarking on their beauty in a distant, gentle manner before moving the subject along, never giving into temptation. I swear it on my mother’s life.They have not been making it easy, though- it may be that their king’s sudden disinterest in molesting them has given them anxieties as to the security of their station, and some of them have taken to ramping up their wiles. Would that my back was not injured, I still have trepidations about engaging in any sort of illicit indulgences, although I am at a loss to explain why. Is it the imbalance of power in the arrangement? The fact that this body does not belong to me and is hardly thirteen to boot? Perhaps it is only that Martin Carter’s timidness around the fairer sex is one aspect of the old life that has kept with me.In any case, I am in no state to tumble my maids, even if I desired to. My back aches worse than it ever had before, there is a seeping chill in my bones that refuses to be coaxed out by even this heavy quilt, and the vision in the privy still occupies my mind. These past few weeks, my nights have not only been free of maidservant sexual abuse, they have also been free of those vivid and disturbing dreams that plagued my first two nights in Westeros. At first, I had considered the tinctures I imbibed in to help my sleep might have contributed to my nightmares, but on the third night I had slept as peacefully as a babe, and on the fourth night I rested even better. By the end of my first week, I could hardly remember the dreams at all, though I still keep well away from the Godswood.
This dream, though… it was different, and not just because it was a waking dream. The sheer black against the potent red, like I was standing simultaneously within a blaze and its stark shadow makes me shudder just to recall it. Even with the shadow advancing toward me, threatening to swallow me up, the worst part was still the comet revealed, hatefully iridescent atop a column of black cloud. Tomorrow, those around me will point up and call it “Joffrey’s Comet” and say that it is a good omen for my long reign to ingratiate themselves to me. My uncle Stannis will be told by his red woman that it is a herald for the return of the legendary Azor Ahai, living in his own flesh. The Northmen will look to it as a promise from their Old Gods of vengeance for Ned Stark, and their rivals the Iron Islanders shall say that it is their Drowned God calling them to war. Across the Narrow Sea, Daenerys Targaryen shall burn everything that is precious to her and emerge from the embers with three living dragons, perhaps this very evening. The milk of the poppy does little to ease my back, but perhaps I am only impatient. I sip it down, savoring the hot liquid, which does at least begin to thaw my chilled body from within. Priscilla, Phoebe, and Rowan offer a final temptation- merely to sit at my bedside and keep me company while I drift to sleep, but I give them their leave, not unkindly. My head swimming pleasantly, I stare up at my ceiling, my feather mattress and downy pillow threatening to swallow me up in the most comforting manner possible. Tomorrow is my name day, I remember. I’ll have to pardon Ser Dontos, or better yet, keep him from participating altogether. No need to put Lady Sansa on that nonce’s radar. The parade is of my own design, and so I have no clue what shall transpire there, but so long as I keep my dog close at hand, and my stags, I don’t anticipate any trouble. My uncle Tyrion shall be making his return as the acting Hand of the King. I do not know what I shall do about Tyrion. He would be a powerful ally, and I quite like the man, but he is dangerously clever. I’ve been anxious about his arrival for many days now and have ruminated on how I shall handle him in this very bed shortly before sleep has taken me.
I tire of plotting, though, and for the first time since I have assumed the role of King Joffrey Baratheon, I take a moment to recall my former life- to really remember. I am Martin Carver(or was it Carter?), a 32 year old accountant, now deceased. My father passed away when I was in high school, and my mother, now old in her years, never remarried. How cruel, that old life, to force such a warm and caring woman to outlive both her husband and son. My only comfort- and sadness- is knowing how few shall miss me as dearly as she will. I have had involvements with a handful women in my time, but none broached the sort of passion that overcomes the tedium and inconvenience that so many modern relationships seem to fall victim to. They will be sad, I’m sure, to hear of my passing, but only just sad. No children, no true friends, no lovers- only an old woman to mourn me, who died in the sunset of his youth. An unimpressive youth to be sure, but if I had the choice, I would surely return to my original life than linger in this new one.Why am I here? Why Joffrey? Of all the men to be spirited away from reality and placed into this low fantasy epic, the cosmic powers could have done a far sight better than Heinz Canning Plant Accountant Martin Carver. I have never, in my old life, had any authority beyond a clerical management position, I’ve never swung a real sword with the intent to kill, and I’ve certainly never had other people truly want me killed. Admittedly, I am not unhappy, either. How exciting, to be at the head of such a complex apparatus, to live and breathe this world that has fascinated me for so long, and to have an opportunity to change its course. Until the Father, or the Red God, or Old Gods, or the Stranger-blessed Many-Faced God appear before me to tell me my purpose, I shall continue to strive to change the fate of this world and those within it. Let them tell of Joffrey the Unmad, who forgave the girl that pushed him off the wall of the Red Keep, who put his cruelest advocates to the sword and who made concord with the King in the North and his pretender uncles both and marched an army of Southerlin warriors to the wall to stay the onslaught of the true enemy of the Seven Kingdoms, the hated Others. Let the wildlings beyond the wall that forswear their raiding to occupy the gift, let the Dornishmen have their revenge against Ser Clegane, and even Lord Tywin if it please them, and have my Stags scour the Seven Kingdoms for Tysha, that she be reunited with uncle Tyrion, and let all of the children of Eddard be found and returned to their lady mother Catelyn Stark. Let Roose Bolton and his bastard hang, let the Iron Islands be subjugated once more, let the Nights Watch flourish with an invigorated manpower not seen for thousands of years. When Daenarys Targaryn should finally find her way to Westeros, let her come upon a realm of peace and prosperity that she dare not threaten with her war to reclaim her dynasty.
Silly, sweet dreams, I tell myself, my eyes closing.When sleep finally takes me, I find my dreams become even sweeter.>>>6424526
Past Thread: >>6358928Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=MissvalGeneral Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/5hFQZtc3Character Sheet: https://pastebin.com/76f3BmBxTwitter/X account for important announcements, contact and stuff: https://x.com/MissvalQM (I’m also in the /qst/ discord)—---------Your name is Shelly Suzume. You are, were, a Huntress from Haven Academy. A lot of things have happened to you. Apparently, you were the recent victim of what could be considered an 'accident,' where you fell into a contaminated Grimm pool. You died, of course. Quite a few times, actually. Fortunately for you, an enigmatic girl with powers related to life and death was there, helping you out along the way.After the fifth or sixth death you were finally stable enough to stay alive. However, your body is changed now as a result. You have a pair of malformed, small wings on your back, a tough, slimy Grimm left arm, and some quite unsightly veins that extend towards your left eye. Other than that? You look quite good! Mostly. (Being positive here is quite helpful.)Saying you're now half-Grimm would be… difficult to justify. You can feel what they feel, in the sense that you can sense negative emotions just like they do, and, in a sense, you're drawn towards them. You feel what they feel. Fortunately, you still have a conscious mind protecting you from going fully feral.Your Semblance works, somewhat. However, it appears that you can't use it without overloading your targets with a certain… energy that is quite painful and violent. You can't control it yet, but, well, at least you're alive, right?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6445358>Agree happily. Excellent. Good. Stupid good. While they went on their little Atlas camping trip, you could focus on the Spiders. They were shitty allies, but better than working alone. Ask them for a temporary alliance so you could sabotage Atlas, using Shelly’s presence as both decoy and proxy.
>>6445358It was hard to contain your emotions. All of your other "minds" felt the same. That rage, that frustration. Oh, you'd get your payback. You'd told them repeatedly that you hated being told what to do. They weren't your superiors. They were your guests at best."Very well. Expect the list soon." You faked a smile while working to quell your rage.Shelly kept looking at you. She wasn't buying it. She was very good at catching people in a lie, you had discovered that much about her. "Tell me what's wrong."Another order. Goddamnit."I am bothered." A bitter lie to cover the truth. "These materials are specific, and I'm worried Atlas either doesn't have them or…" You let that last word hang. There was no real reason to complete that sentence. They would think for you and fill it with any kind of bullshit that you’d agree to."...or that we might get it wrong, right?" She slowly closed her eyes, studying you."Oh, no, I would never think that, Miss Shelly! I trust in your abilities to follow instructions to the letter." An obvious lie covered in sarcasm. Let her catch it.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Shelly and Taylor had left, leaving you alone in the compound with the other soldiers as you locked yourself in your room. You'd talked with your mother earlier, assuring her things were okay, letting her get some rest. Helping Sora would help her in return. Did she deserve it? That was a hard question to answer, but well, it was better to act than to stand still.Two of your minds stayed focused on keeping watch over Shelly and Taylor, while the last one served as your support. They provided enough security on their own. Atlas's hacking attempts were amateurish for you, but they still deserved some attention. They occasionally cooked up a few clever tricks that were annoying to deal with. You, on the other hand? You would handle the big fish.You pushed the call button. A few seconds passed."Oh, my dear, it's so good to hear from you again! How are you?" Miss Malachite's voice came through, falsely eager. Getting her direct contact wasn't easy, but she stopped bothering in hiding it from you since it was so annoying to them to recreate contacts every few days. A few nodes of your network flagged sudden attempts at intrusion. A few strokes of your keyboard neutralized those attempts as you worked to do the same to her. Streams of data against data. An invisible fight was already underway."I'll skip the pleasantries. I want to form a temporary alliance." You spoke as your eyes moved from monitor to monitor. A few red alerts were dispatched automatically by your security system, but a few others required your personal attention. Fighting on two digital battlefields at once was something… not easy, but exciting."Oh? Well, that sounds good. We all deserve to live happily in this city. I was wondering if you were still alive. Things are fine, I suppose?" Stalling again. A coordinated attack tried to break through as nearly half your nodes were hit at once. Your defenses couldn't hold everywhere, and one of your decoy proxies ended up compromised. Darn. Her security agents were sharper than ever."I have something you're interested in. Do you want access to the Atlas network? And please, cut the bullshit. I know you're trying to hack me in return. Tell your agents to stand down, or I'm ending this call."The attacks continued but slowly wound down as silence settled over the line. Her voice came back a few seconds later, filled with concern. "Oh, my mistake, honey. I didn't realize they were doing that. I've told them to stand down. You know, protocol and all that. Now, were you saying something about Atlas?"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Your third mind kept tabs on Shelly and Taylor's progress. They were ready to leave the city, close to the elevator now. Apparently, they were flagging down an Atlas soldier for a cordial chat."Hmm... that's quite something, dear. But why would you think we want that?" Her smug tone returned. Finally, her agents seemed to be standing down."I know your kind. You always want information on everyone. Atlas databases are quite something. You're in them, did you know?" Not entirely a lie. You'd seen them. You knew a bit about her daughters and their connection to a certain school in Vale."Dear, we already have access to those. Took us a while, but Atlas isn't of much interest to us anymore." A lie. If Atlas weren't of interest to them, they wouldn't have bothered launching coordinated attacks."If that's the case, then I suppose I'll just fail on purpose and let them know their network's been compromised. Maybe leave a few clues here and there about your whereabouts while I'm at it. I'm sure Atlas would love to know that dear little Miss Melanie and Miss Miltia are currently en route through...""Fine, fine... you're quite the negotiator, you know that? Have you reconsidered that offer I made you years ago?"Jackpot."Yeah, I have. The answer's the same. In fact, do you remember what I told you back then?"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6447848>Go all in on attacking Atlas together. Use Shelly's Scroll as a remote proxy to boost the strength of the attack. Leave Atlas blind and powerless. Would Atlas retaliate against Shelly? Probably, but she could surely handle them on her own, especially when they were with their pants down.
>It is February 7nth of the Year 71 of the Cosmic Era.>Previous Thread>>6382068>Thread Archive:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Errant+comet>Tip Jar: If you enjoy the writing, consider sparing some dimes if you're able.>ko-fi.com/maxwelllallwellFrieden Moon has embarked, prematurely, once again into the close expanses of Alliance Controlled Space, nearby a region that had been the sparking incident to the great tragedies and bloodshed of the Bloody Valentines war... With an objective as grave as it is important. For Lacus Clyne has disappeared in the surroundings of the Junius Seven Ruins.
>>6442537The atmosphere of the Vesalius wasn't as compromised as it was in the Nemo, the sabotage to the entire mobile weapons roster in the mechanic's vessel made for rushed applications.Meanwhile, for the Vesalius, prime elegance and function proceeded uninterrupted, something that you'd have enjoyed were Margellan not to raise his voice."Where the hell is Zala's Son?! I want to talk to him!" The short-statured captain swept their forearms as you almost intuited that talking wasn't exactly his priority on finding him... Nevertheless he ends up mostly ignored as faintly, you both heard a ruckus up ahead."... What do you mean Rusty's machine's gone?! Speak up, Nicol!" Dearka's conflicted tone of voice immediately set you off as you pushed past Margellan and a few of the Vesalius staff, right on to see the rest of the Le Creuset squad cornering Athrun and Nicol."You morons may have gotten Lacus back and... I can't deny that's a relief, but you had to pull back after! You both could've died and it would have been for nothing!" Yzak accused Athrun as he remained stoic, yet with a conflicted expression from the degree of success of his independent operation and..."Nicol! Speak, please! Where is Rusty's machine!?" Dearka now pleaded as his eyes began to tear up, the sudden shift in his demeanour shocking the youngest amongst the squad "It was her! She got it destroyed! She didn't give a damn for Rusty as a pilot or corpsman!" Dearka throwing indirect accusations at Mayano only made your own welled up feelings about it."No... Dearka, I-" Nicol choked for a moment, before ultimately pensively downcasting their gaze down "I was in Rusty's GINN... But I miscalculated! I didn't want to-!"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6444582"Don't corner him!" Athrun suddenly spoke up "I'm taking full responsibility for this operation's losses! It was under my command that-!" You were almost certain Yzak would have tried to say something as he moved to face him but-.You're all beholden still as someone tosses their whole weight into a leap, crashing against Athrun as he wasn't expecting anything, a Green uniform of bridge staff and red hair-.You're held aghast at once again, seeing her. As she begins to wail down on Athrun's chest without much success, crying and calling him a murderer as he's stunned by the display.Momentarily so, until your better sense and with Margellan's help, you pull the redhaired girl away from him, herself just breaking down into an emotional fit as Athrun's stoic armour chipped away completely... The accusations hitting him deep within despite his technical success.And even as you yourself are somewhat downtrodden by the fact that the ceremony will only see him off with his personal affects."Look, focus. Natural. We've got a few things coming and most of all... We need to keep moving ahead."Time blurred past it, because it was soon enough that the prospect plans of cornering the Archangel were barred enough by your now VIP Target demanding to be escorted back to safety... Along with detours made due to Rusty's and Matthew's burial services.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6444584>A small audience, requested by Lacus ClyneIt's a hard choice but I'm pretty sure she asked to be escorted back to give time to the strike. So might as well hear what she has to say and as much as I dislike the character we're regrettably apart of her faction.
>>6444584>A mechanical test of Margellan that only revealed a question
>>6444584>A small audience, requested by Lacus Clyne
Welcome to /qtg/, a place to talk about quests.Previous thread>>6365137>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 adventure.Questionably Useful links:>QTG discord: https://discord.gg/dZavHuK>Skirmish discord: https://discord.com/invite/DZCVvVU>Evo Game discord: https://discord.gg/xGZAX9tAvx>Old pastebin containing advice for QMs:https://pastebin.com/Z78p8gXfBadly in need of renovation.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6440495I have a 12 year old iPhone and it loads just fine. I don't see how this wouldn't load unless you're browsing on a 20 year old Nokia. Which would be one anon out of thousands who are reading.
>>6440535My phone does take a second longer to load these threads once they're long enough, to be fair. But they still load fine, just after a brief delay instead of instantly. I can tell when it's just a long thread vs bad networking because the initial board CSS loads, then it hangs and then all the posts appear.
>>6440535>>6440604My phone takes like 6 seconds to load threads with 1000+ posts. It's a fairly cheap 4 year old model.As for why make a new thread - besides the post number there's an image limit. Thanks to Souvarine we reach it rather quickly.
Today is a glorious day for /qst/ shenanigans
>>6434248post today coward
You are a valiant KNIGHT who has been tasked by your cool and nice KING to find and deliver to him several pieces of DELICIOUS CANDY from the RIDGE KINGDOM.Your honorable quest for confections has been thwarted, however, by this large and rather inconvenient wall. Whatever shall you do?
Fuck it. If things get awry we could just make the jar that had her or our empty bottle bigger and trap her again in it
go past the bridge
>>6408451Ask where next candy is to fairy companion, if shaking the fairy makes her vexed, convince her to shake herself.
>>6409099Kek, nice work anon
>>6409099lmaoThanks for running.
Your party's wizard is Eliora, a pretty, sharp featured, white haired elf, dressed elegantly but functionally as she sits, perched primly on a mossy log. She looks up from her spellbook and smiles, adjusting her glasses."Whoo! Take it off!" Your party barbarian-fighter, Kevan, a red haired young man with a strapping set of muscles, doesn't even roll his eyes, he's quite used to this sort of thing by now, travelling with an otherwise all-female adventuring party. He just finishes removing his jacket, leaving his biceps sluttily exposed by his sleeveless top."When will this harassment end?" He fake-complains as he cricks his neck. He looks at you and gestures ahead with a jerk of his head."You going to help me or-?"The thing he's gesturing to is the old, semi-rotten wooden gate to the dungeon your party was looking for. Eliora deduced its location, your wood elf ranger Vera lead you through the woods for days in search of it, and is currently setting up a good campsite for your retainers.As for you.>What class are you?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6418311Level 4 fighter, Battlemaster, level 1 barbarian.
>>6420040Go on.....
>>6420042Thanks for running.
>>6420042Is that supposed to be the continuation, or are we still waiting for it?
>>6440566His last post was 43 days ago. He flaked, you moron
Nar Shadda, The Smugglers Moon. The Gateway to the underbelly of the Galaxy, where millions come every day to engage in the perverse pleasures that Hutt space offers. 50 million statutes are broken each half hour, that is, they would be, if there were any real laws. Everything is a gang on Nar Shadda, from the biggest Casinos to the most run down Spice houses. Everything and everyone can be shipped, purchased, or stolen here. It's Sometimes Called the "One Honest Ecumenopolis" as it does not lie. Coruscant, Hosnian Prime, Denon, they lie. They pretend all the luxury just spouts up from the ground, ignorant or oblivious to the untold suffering to get a single bolt of cloth or drop of water to their planet. They turn a blind eye or sightspot or feeler from the poverty that exists to make living easy. Nar Shadda has terrible air, a desperate clinging ecosystem, and the most shot to pieces water cycle for several Lightyears. Everything edible to all but the most diseased mutant junkie or bottom layer dwelling savage comes in through the space ports, where it is distributed from each according to their wealth, according to their greed. Other planets ignore the savagery of sentient and sapient life, nevermind the killing and slaughter, but Nar Shadda Doesn't. Why Pretend that Kaleesh and Wookies And Savrips aren't being killed for hides, despite obvious sentience? While Coruscant would deny these Cruelties, Nar Shadda would sell them a gun to blow the brains out of the Huk, Trandoshan, and Human oppressor, for a reasonable price.Nar Shadda is Hutt Space. Hutt Space is Nar Shadda. Hutt Space is just a reflection of the universe, it has always been here and it will never die. It will never be conquered, and it will never change.And, Just your luck, you were born here. And by the way the next 15 minutes are looking, you'll probably die here.
>>6408352>>Attempt to pilfer a weapon from a bodyTake a weapon and go
>>6408352>Attempt to pilfer a weapon from a body
Stopping thread.I have too much on my plate right now, sorry. over estimated my abilities
>>6409121Thanks for running.
