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The sound of classical music suddenly reverberated throughout the dimly lit laboratory, Monroe already being wide awake in his tent. Though, as he heard the music, his expression slowly turned shocked. He’d keep listening for some time, before hearing Annie mention what was going on. And after some time of thinking about the implications, he finally decided to get up. He’d quickly dress up and left his tent. Once he left, he saw that some of his Diamond Dogs companions were already quite awake. None of the soldiers even acknowledged his presence, Monroe not caring as he focused on the radio which played the music. “What… what’s with the music?” He asked quietly, to which one of the soldiers responded smugly. “Some good news. One of the scientists responsible for this mess was found dead. Annie’s broadcasting about her now and is gonna give a eulogy soon.” Monroe’s heart skipped a beat, him looking at the radio and back at the men. “Who… who died?” He asked quietly, sounding mildly tense as the rest of the soldiers seemed a bit amused. “Oh, that Mona gal. Her body was found to the east by some Blackstar folks.” Monroe would freeze up for a moment, before nodding understandingly. “I see. And they didn’t kill her?”

Given the somewhat odd questions Monroe asked, the other soldiers would start getting even more amused. “Duh, they found her body. They didn’t kill her. Why, did you want to find her or something? Are you that desperate for a girl?” One of the soldiers said, the others laughing along. Monroe squinted his eyes, before taking a deep breath. “And where is the body being taken? I presume it’s gonna head upstairs for examination?” The other soldiers remained amused, one speaking even more smugly. “Think so, yeah. I take it her being dead won’t stop you from trying to indulge in her a little bit?” The other Diamond Dogs kept on chuckling, Monroe’s hands turning to fists before trying to calm himself.

“I just wanted to maybe see her and question her. She could’ve told us quite a lot about this place, after all.” The other soldiers kept smirking, Monroe clearly hearing their soft mockery and responding in turn. “Of all the groups I had to join. No wonder you morons have never succeeded in hunting a subject, let alone killing one.” In turn, the leader of the group would clear his throat to make his presence known. He was a rather thin yet imposing guy, wearing black combat gear, having silver hair and a mechanical eye implant. He seemed visibly enraged as he looked over at Monroe. “Rich coming from you, given that you’re the most incompetent member of our group. May I remind you of how you fell down that elevator shaft and we had to spend hours saving your worthless ass? That was our biggest mistake by far.” Monroe would try and calm down, before looking a bit away and nodding. “Right, Jack. I am sorry for my little mistake.”
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>Lastly, I would like to ask again what you guys want for the next thread. Would you guys want the thread to start with another side-story, or would you guys rather I continue with Mik's men?
Maybe skip the side story this time, we're in a high tension situation
I think playing as someone who isn't Mik for a bit, even if they are part of our own squad, is side story worthy. It could characterize them more too and give us a greater insight into their thoughts. It also means we stay focused on this unique situation for a while. I do however really want a side story for the best girl on radio and best girl in general, Annie, sometime soon.
Im >>6058018 just in case my trip fucked up again. I would like to continue as our team, perhaps rather than continue as one of our squad members we could be one of the subjects. I would be interesting to play as one of them especially since each of them have such distinct personalities like the nervous wreck Kamara or our team's best girl Ano.
Meant id.
side story
scientist in bunker

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beep beep beep
this is the sound of success knocking on the door, the beating of your clone's heart.
ba-dump ba-dump ba-dump
and this is your own.
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Great job, QM. Thank you for hosting this game and all the work and thought you put into it! I had a lot of fun, and you inspire me!
Because of all the fucking mold around the house, the lazy bitch.
Thanks for running, it was a treat to have you back again making a quest
That explains it. Our main character's lifespan is already assured with how dexterous and cleanly he is compared to the original. We had TWO different "clean up the shitty room" gifs for crying out loud.
Yeah hopefully they go around and deep clean the house post quest because that black mold everywhere is 100% going to kill him like it did the original otherwise. Regardless great quest and look forward to whatever else you decide to do in the future.

The ground shook.

Bullets ricocheted off of metal beams.

Explosions ripped across the concrete floor.

Inside the abandoned warehouse, you hunker down behind stacked steel crates. Small rays of sun leaked through the holes of the roof. Some mercs engaged in melee combat, locking in blades and trading blows. You pop out, letting off some shots then quickly sink back into the cover.

This was your life.

And your life sucked.

A stray grenade landed on your lap. You take the risk of throwing it back, thankfully, the grenade landed on the second floor office through the window. The office lit in a flash of light as a bellowing explosion obliterated the office’s interior.

“Just hand over the goods and I won’t kill you!” Your client said.

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To Hanfu We Go
Guan Dao City, Hanfu.

Past the busy docks, you took a ride into the city. Tile roofs, circular archways, sliding doors, circular windows, hung lanterns, rickshaws, all wrapped by a bustling population. Flower petals rained as a gentle wind swept the streets. Nature did not compete against civilization, but intertwined harmoniously, like brothers who never separated. Your inn was located past the market district, a narrow street full of vendors showing off their wares. You saw diverse people walking the streets, though most were merchants or mercs.

“Hey big guy, how about some xiaolongbao? I make it cheaper for you!”

“Try some silk to replace your tie!”

“We got emeralds and ivory all for a fair price!”

Hanfu represented the root of many eastern sovereignties, and most untouched by modern civilization despite being the largest of the east. No one knew why the emperor and his council chose to remain this way, but the people here seemed content. You buy some dan juan, egg cookie rolls as you do some light window shopping. At the end of the vendor street, you finally see your new base of operation for this job:

The Crouching Tiger Inn.

At the entrance you see a group of men and women dressed in various traditional Hanfu clothes consisting of long sleeves, robes and generally long garments. They had a look of The receptionist and the man in charge spoke in their native language.

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Thanks for running! Do you know how to archive your thread on suptg?
Oh right, I'll go do that, I've read some stuff there so I think I know how
It is now archived, and don't forget to check out other quests


It is the same quest but in this one, Holliday is in good standing with the Liao Clan and received a job to protect the Sixth Daughter of the Liao Clan during a peace talk.



In Counter-Idols, you play as Konstantine Ipsilantriss, a student in the Adonis Flos Academy, an all-girls school for society's elite. After an incident during a field trip, you become a mercenary idol, fighting with both guns and concerts.

Please give it a read if you are interested. I will post a new thread soon.

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The old continent suddenly sunk into the seas! You barely survived the wrath of the waves. You find your fellows fishermen now stranded in the middle of the ocean.

"Where should we go now?"

You heard there are other lands to the east and to the west, continents of brutish creatures which your people had thus far avoided.

But you must head towards them! For the only survivors of your race are a few male fishermen. Though you could survive in the sea fishing, your race would die out.

You can't let it happen because:

> Your race are Earthshapers and can manipulate earth with their minds
> Your race has Lightning Control and can generate and manipulate electricity
> Your race are Illusionists and can create lifelike illusions that fool the senses
> Your race can attain Spirit Form and temporarily possess other beings
> Your race are Arcanists and possess imense raw magical power
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+1, they seem friendly
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"Let's go look for the mermaids, they seemed friendly. Go see if you can find that friendly mermaid again, Dyshon."

You dispatch Dyshon to go look for the mermaids. After a couple days on the sea, he returns.

"I have found the mermaids, there were three of them this time, they were swimming around with a bunch of dolphins. One of them began singing and I fell on the water and was about to drown, but then a fight broke out amongst them!"

"A couple mermen carrying coral tridents showed up. They separated the fighting mermaids and the group spoke for a long time. It seems the male mermaids were scolding them. The mermaids and one of the merman disappeared into the ocean and the remaining one just kept staring at me while I swam back to my boat. As I made my trip back, I noticed he was following me."

"I wonder why there were guards so close to those mermaids.", says Ceryn.

"I suppose they might be some kind of nobility. Allowed to go where the other mermaids cannot. They might have laws against contacting non mermaids.", says Zeren.

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>Tell Dyshon to learn the mermaid's language
>Tell Dyshon to gift the mermaids a knife
If only one’s possible then just the language learning.
Gifting a knife could be misinterpreted as a threat.
>Learn the Language
Yeah, you’re right. Sticking with just the language learning too.

It's the early days after the War of Northern Aggression, to many all over known as the Civil War. The Lincolnite yankees have ravaged towns and villages, recruited runaway slaves of all backgrounds both of full negro, halfbreed, and quarter blood to their ranks. That isn't to say some of these noble tar skinned folk didn't stay loyal to their masters and free white men of the South, but the yankees capitalized on the network of runaway slaves aided and abeited by their uppity Quaker co-conspirators from up north to spread rumors of how joining the invading Yankee army would automatically guarantee them a better life without the benevolent and God fearing guidance of their masters. Even those that hadn't owned slaves and were enterprising white citizens of the South that got things done on their own, they too were now deeply effected by the defeat and so called "Reconstruction" of our once great society. The negroids, now emancipated legally will inevitably seek vengeance on all free white men and to impose upon us a tyranny we couldn't even conceive of and the carpet baggers know this and don't care at all.
But worry not, my fellow Sons and Daughters of Dixie, for an underground resistance is forming, a sacred order loyal to the Old South that will one day see it's victory over the federal government and it's evil descimation of Southern society. Take a stand, join the Ku Klux Klan!
>To join, enter your character's information like so
>The GM will post story progression and set goals and objectives voted on by the players
>Outcomes will be determined by dice+2d6
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the problem is that QM dissapeared so we haven't much going on
I'll have you know I shower regularly.

This quest may fade in due time, but the carpet bagger menace will never keep us down.
Fun fact: Ulysses S. Grant, during the Northern Occupation, noticed so many j-boys coming down as carpetbaggers that he banned them from crossing the border into the South.
what the fuck is this
A dead quest. "Downvote" it while you're at it, redditfag.

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The year is 2021. Ten years ago, Fortune City was razed by military firebombing after a zombie outbreak caused by a reality-show host, Tyrone King, and the backing of the pharmaceutical giant PhenoTrans. This was the third major zombie outbreak, following Las Vegas & Willamette, Colorado in years prior. Thanks to the effort of brave souls like photojournalist Frank West and former motocross champion Chuck Greene, the truth has come to light and those responsible have been prosecuted.

PhenoTrans, behind the creation of the zombie infection suppressant Zombrex, has been forcibly dissolved... but for many, the nightmare is not over. Tens of thousands of zombie infectees live among the common populace, who still rely on Zombrex to prevent turning. While the days of buying single syringes for extortionate prices are over, a new kind of financial woe has striken them. Large neck-installed Zombrex chips are now mandatory for all infectees, with small capsules slotted inside.

While discussions arose about the subsidisation of this medical element, the United States government ultimately decided that Ouroborous Medical, a highly succesful pharmaceutical company, would be entrusted with the sale of these capsules with strong oversight and regulation. Unfortunately for the infectees, this still meant spending large amounts of money for the luxury of not dying. Those who refused the chip and relied on leaked recipes for the old, syringe-injected Zombrex were branded 'illegals' and face imprisonment or even death if caught - President Sonya Paddock deemed them 'an unthinkable threat to national security' in an infamous speech.

Amidst the tumult of modern times, you exist. Who are you?

For all intents and purposes, this quest replaces Dead Rising 3 & 4 in the timeline. If you're a Dead Rising 3 fan and this annoys you, fair enough, that game has decent elements, but you gotta accept that the story is pretty bad. If you're a Dead Rising 4 fan, I encourage you to try playing the game and then return to the quest feeling a sense of relief that this is the case.
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>>>Head towards the security room and offices
>>Head towards the security room and offices
>>Head towards the security room and offices
>Head towards the security room and offices
>Quest Dead>

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A lot has happened these past few years for your kids, Sophia finally left to live on her own, Ana is experimenting with mutated wildlife parts, and Aleksander failed his school year.

You also killed some girl who wanted revenge because you apparently killed her parents 20 years ago, but you'd rather not talk about that.

Also, Etsy just spent 10 million on upgrading Last Resort. She said 'you weren't doing anything with the money anyway', which might be true, but you tell her to at least pass transactions to you first, and she begrudgingly agrees.

You wouldn't say you've been neglecting her, but maybe you should spend more time with her.

300K (Investments)
360K (Yearly costs)

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I'm going to miss having Etsy as a wife and this sort of thing.
Thank you for running QM!
It's been good life with Etsy. We may not have done everything we wanted, and one of our kids may not have turned out as well as we hoped, but in the end, we managed to get two lonely losers to create a happy family and have a long life together. Not many other quests can claim that.

I'll be waiting to see what your next quest will be about.
Wew lad, that was great.
Thanks for the whole stuff.
>Ana could've, and I hate to say it, turned out a little incestuous.
Hey, it was your idea in the end :^)
But honestly, I'm glad of the path our kids took.
I'll be honest, man, that quest began before a big (bad) change in my life, and reading it, our struggles, and our successes kinda helped me push through the worst part of mine. So glad you stuck to it. And I still think it's pretty good, so take pride in it, will you?
Looking forward to the next one.
I'm glad it helped, and it's true I shouldn't put down what I make too much. I think sometimes I like to treat my drawings and what I create like kids. Sometimes your kids don't turn out how you want them to be, or they aren't as good as you wished they were, but they're here and once posted they're living a life of their own now, having their own impact outside your control. I think Curse Carrier Etsy edition did have a good life, and I'm proud of it in the same way a parent is proud of their child.

As for the bad change in your life, I can't pretend I know what your life is like, but I know how hard it can be to recover from near rock bottom, so I'm happy I could help in whatever small ways I could.
Thank you for running.

You are William and still in one piece after a disastrous encounter with a drug dealer turning what was supposed to be a shakedown of information into a short chase turned ambush. Getting torn apart and crippled for a few days before deciding to join their resistance group to avoid losing all your equipment. Learning some bits of the world and Black Arbiters before moving on to the main threat of a meeting.
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Yeah just gank them ourselves. Use action surge ect.
Got hit by Hurricane power loss post when I get it back
Take care of yourself its alright.
Gritting his teeth William ignores his back up as he rushes toward the corner hoping to catch the gangster before they or the mages get alerted. Letting his arms tense up as his legs carry him toward the street as his heart races. Taking a deep breath as adrenaline floods his body getting ready to jump into the fight. Hearing the panicked yells of Virgil and the scuttling of Betty fade behind as he sees a part of a gangsters leg peer around the wall as William uses his momentum and slides around the corner to begin the fight. Tapping his gauntlets as booming blade courses threw his mage armor to avoid wasting time on recasting.

>-2 energy from foure booming blade castings 16/20.
>William 1d100+45 vs gangster level 0 1d100-50 untrained and surprised auto resolved

Launching a vibrating fist straight into the first victim's knee cap and hearing a wet pop as William throws a backhand from his other fist right into the falling body's face. Spit and splinters digging into his hand as William jumps up from the slide. Seeing a new victim, William trails his fist along the gangster's chest, feeling fabric being pulled and ripped before slamming and cracking his jaw before stumbling back. Another pulse of magic refreshes his gauntlets as William steps toward the next two gangsters as they pause in shock at the sudden attack only for both their heads to be grabbed by William's hands and smashed into each other. Sounds of cracking bone and a spray of blood squirts out of their head from the force as booming blade seizes their body as they take a step back trying to regain their balance only to fall to the ground as well.

A pause holds William as he looks at the broken forms of the gangsters as none of them survived even one punch. Pools of their own blood are already spilling out of their body, as the leader lays on the ground with a knee and face missing as another mook is shaking under his gaze. With the first thought coming to William if this is a trap or if all his fights were so dangerous that he became an expert. Pushing that chain of thought to the side as he tries to think of his next move.

-finish off the gangster by knocking him out for memory harvesting
-ignore gangster calm Virgil
-ignore gangster chase Betty
-pop action surge for two top 2
-wrute in

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-finish off the gangster by knocking him out for memory harvesting
-ignore gangster chase Betty
-pop action surge for two top 2

We need the info, Virgil isn't going anywhere and hopefully won't harm himself in the amount of time we take. Betty is running away so distance is an issue and if she bumps into someone else.

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You are Lorinda de Lindan, princess, weapon autist, and inquisitor-in-training. You’ve joined a secretive organization that hunts Strangers, dangerous people from a dimension known as “Earth,” to stop them before them, and their Cheat Skills wreak havoc across your kingdom.

Recently you’ve infiltrated what is likely the most secure place on the planet, a Stranger’s artificial island filled with technology you can barely comprehend. Or it was secure before you rammed an exploding boat into its metallic walls. You’ve managed to sneak around with the help of your fellow inquisitor-in-training and registered Stranger, Marie Sarodieu. At the same time, the rest of your five-man party is MIA in the sci-fi city you’ve found yourselves in. Currently, you and Marie are fighting for your lives against a female golem while racing to kill the Stranger in his massive skyscraper.

Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=The%20Isekai%20Inquisition

Don’t bully me about fucking up the title of the last thread, please.
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No one could've leaked that Lorina went to Asher's house, because no one knew. I also strongly suspect the royals didn't disclose her escape to the Inquisition, and if they did, then only to the highest ranks.
Don't forget what Asher said back when we first questioned him at his hovel:
>I’ve written my reports solely to the Lord Inquisitor ever since my return from the Wastes, who I might mention is a much better boss, but Lord Beneger and he are the only two people who should know about my Stranger status. Though I can’t account for people who figured me out,” He gestures to Marie, “I’m sure there’s plenty of rumors like that or people that might have eavesdropped on me or read the letters I sent to the boss.”
Thus, we have to take into account that someone below the High Inquisitor and Lord Beneger had gotten access to that information, since they knew enough about him to distract him specifically so he would be late responding to what the smoke is.

As for not disclosing Lorina's escape, that doesn't mean much when our own maid admitted that she worked under Lord Beneger and was employed under us "as a peace offering", as well as the modern firearms that were employed during the first attack, modern firearms that we know the Inquisition can acquire for themselves. For all we know, those strings Lewis pulled are actually pulling him for their own purpose.
>Marie speaks up as you’ve discussed, “We’re adventurers looking to head to the guild, she needs to sign up,” Marie shows her guild card as she says this. Hopefully, this will get you in undetected.

Speaking of the Adventurers Guild, what’s up with the Diamond rank when every other rank is a metal? Did the founders of the ranking system never hear of the silver-gold alloy electrum? Or do they have their own traditionalists and reformers who argue and debate over changing it?

Also, wonder what class Arthur is… Wizard seems likely.
Diamond is the strongest metal known to man.
It's a meme you dip.
>Marie speaks up as you’ve discussed, “We’re adventurers looking to head to the guild, she needs to sign up,” Marie shows her guild card as she says this. Hopefully, this will get you in undetected.

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How did it come to this? How did we fall so far? The world was ours; we were its masters, and look at us now. Look how we have been so denigrated and reduced. Like sand slipping through fingers, it is gone, lost, never to return. The sense of order and beauty and balance of this world dead, slaughtered by these barbarian’s unstoppable conquest. Nothing was spared from this annexation; their march, like the passage of time, was unstoppable. Their flags flew upon the ruins and rubble of our once mighty empires.

One human caused this, small and terrified, fleeing the laws of his kin, flew into the chasm of the ancient mountain, Maar. Humans were a lesser race, a faulted design of the god Fanduil, a peoples that were unable to command the potency of magic. His small, emaciated frame slivered through the crack until he was deep within the core of the mountain. There, he found a giant with chunks torn from his flesh, suspended by chains of flames eternally gnawing at his blackened and burnt skin. Golden blood flowed from the giant’s wounds, creating vast pools of liquid gold. Falling to his knees before the great figure, the human submitted himself and swore fealty to the chained god.

Two gifts were granted to the human for a price. The first: a long hollow tube, filled with an explosive powder and a sphere of lead. The second: knowledge to replicate the creation. The human returned to his tribe, gun in hand. After killing a soldier trying to apprehend him, his people shrunk into the shadows, fearing his supposed magic. He shared the invention gifted to him and became the prophet of the shackled god beneath the mountain. The price for these gifts were simple and fair for giving the humans a chance to free themselves of the ancient and magical races that dominated them. All the humans had to do is accept Aldur as their god and free him from his chains.

With the new weapons they spread, marching out with gun and cannon, butchering those beings that used to prey upon them. Born from success, their land and number swelled. Not yet were they able to challenge the ancient elven empires, but the orcs, giants and minotaurs were felled in a hail of lead. The human race, united under the banner of Aldur, zealously worshipped their liberator god, and with their belief, his shackles shattered under his renewed strength. Vengeful, Aldur walked among his adopted people and led them to war. A wave of humanity flowed out, killing and torching everything in their path. Pleas slipped from the lips of many races to the gods, begging for the power to save them. But the gods were too slow, too disorganised, blinded by their own squabbles.
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I don't know why all of you are so content with having kids, or marrying long term.

Marry him on the twelfth month, after we've had a spy shadow him for the last 11th and take his place, perfectly replicating his position for us. Marry, have no kids, have him tragically die in a couple years, with another "human" who is more then willing to take up his assests.
After he "tragically" dies, we marry and actual elf.
the end.
Hope you're still up to make a 2nd thread, OP
So Sunday I arrived at this new country I'm going to be working in, and I likely will start my contract on Wednesday. Life is stressful at the moment, as I'm also looking for a place to live. I have thought about writing, but if I did then I'd likely have to stop halfway through a thread due to work. I just need to start my contract and feel confortable in the position before I commit to a new thread.
Trip to confirm.
alright OP, glad you still wanna do it

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>You are Son Peppa, Son Gohan, and Izumi Mahogany, children of Earth’s heroes, Maple, Goku, Acer, and Chi-chi

>“Canon” has taken a radical shift from the series’ norm, you’re just one part of it, and things could go even further off the rails from here

>Mechanics and character details in the pastebins here:

Peppa: https://pastebin.com/CthBLkBC

Gohan: https://pastebin.com/RJtByX4R

Izumi: https://pastebin.com/uWF2f0EZ

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it's done https://imgur.com/gallery/tuffle-quest-super-3Fmq2s5
Here's some of the component parts:

Logo - https://64.media.tumblr.com/d472bb8e4c15ff557cc3a01dc83de034/f1ba90a5b7423c11-f7/s1280x1920/d140f3826ab3a4a907decd650200d32e37aa64a2.png

Janembur version - https://i.postimg.cc/z5WDTYcq/spikesw-ordeyeopen.png

Janempur version - https://i.postimg.cc/Y2tKBZfW/beansw-ordeyeopen.png

SignalGiru stickers for you and your friends - https://i.postimg.cc/xYqfQXLs/rangers-robots-isolate.png
All of y'all please go express gratitude to them - https://team-frightfur.tumblr.com/

And to those who aren't so grateful, I hereby challenge you to go get something better made! Super's just around the corner, but there is still some time for y'all to go be good little paypigs to your favorite artists for the sake of beating me! Ahahahaha! Team Frightfur's rates are fair, communication great, adaptable to any changes you want implemented; I highly recommend hitting them up!

https://youtu.be/qlnYJUSjpmU?si=kPlYdqQGTueVzzBt Da-da-da di-da-da du-da-da~
...traffic safety arc lookin wild?


>The mask comes off when he wins against or is defeated by a challenger
>the best way to get the medicine to go down is to make him taste defeat
So he's gonna be way happier with his mouth open!

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With the Supreme Kai of Time Chronoa dethroned, the Demon God Dumplin beaten, and Karn's whole family now able to live in his timeline, things have been looking up for the Saiyan General. But all good things can't last forever. And when conflicts arise between deities, mortals are inevitably caught in the crossfire. Does Karn, the Berserker God possess the strength to protect his family, people, world and reality from their fickle nature? Or are the beings above mortal ken also beyond mortal reproach? This outcome may be up to you.

You the players control Karn, wielder of the mighty Berserker Soul. Granting him the power to fight against gods and other divine beings, to resist their influence and strengths. From his lowly beginnings as a Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733, only a few years into his time as a member of the PTO, he has now become the strongest Saiyan of his time. With the power of the Berserker God, combined with That Which Should Not Be and having devoured a soul born of the Abyss itself, his strength is now unlike anything before seen in his reality. But will this newfound strength be enough to overcome the threats headed his way? Only time will tell, your choices can spell the difference between success and failure.

Character sheets and other info:
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Quest rules are as follows(unless otherwise noted):
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Not quite. She's immune to FIRE, not nuclear fusion firing radiation through an atmosphere. If she were, she couldn't go Oozaru after all.
Unless the artist AI'd it from the lines all the way up.
og artist of this, I will make an updated version of this with our current (and best) Caulifla if you guys want it
that would be pretty cool
It is TIME! >>6042234

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Last time, you returned to your apartment after a delicious breakfast at Carol’s house. Being in a good mood, you chatted with your less hostile Slob Dragon, until your apartment wall collapsed after she (the Slob Dragon) threw a bouncy ball at it. The fact that it didn’t collapse before just shows that no one has ever leaned on it since you’ve been here. The newfound hole doesn’t lead outside even if it should since your apartment is at the edge of the building, how mysterious.

You’re thinking this is a cool discovery only not to cry! Your poor home! You never thought you’d get attached to this dump, but now you’re heartbroken!

Both of you are gobsmacked by what has just happened. Deep silence fills the room as the dust clouds dissipate in the air. You can feel it, Suan De cannot believe how unlucky she is.

“Meow.” Bradford Jr. asks if everyone is okay. He’s on your shoulders, guarding them from danger. You silently nod.

Doesn’t matter how long you stare at it, the place is going to stay the same if you don’t do anything.

What do you do?

>“I wasn’t expecting that.” Diffuse the tension by saying something.

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“You don’t have to worry about that. I have a plan.” You adjust your glasses. Since you’re trespassing, you were planning on turning invisible together to leave the building.

“That’s all well and good, but I must insist on staying as we are. I simply can’t risk it! Pesky rumors inundate my daily life already, and I don’t want to add more to the pile.” Despite her politeness, Ichie has little to no faith in you. “I know status isn’t something that you have to think about every day, but I do! And it’s important to me! I have a future to think about.”

“Ichie, what reputation? I saw you rummaging through garbage.” You argue. “It’s all fine though, with my idea, that won’t ma—”

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about! This is the type of gossip that I don’t welcome!” Ichie didn’t like being told that she’s a trash goblin. She welcomes other types of gossip? “Why would *I* be looking inside a dumpster? It doesn’t make any sense, even if it’s well known that the majority of poverty-stricken people don’t appreciate what they have and throw it away!”

“But I saw you.” You frown. It’s getting annoying to you how she keeps doing what she can not to look directly at you.

“You’re mistaking me for someone else. I’m a fashionable individual whose style is the envy of everyone around me, it stands to reason that I have a copycat out there.” Ichie proudly says.

“Nope, I’m 100% sure it was you.” You shake your head. You’re an expert.

“Listen, it wasn’t me! You’re insinuating so many bad things about me, but you were so kind just a moment ago! So stay on your best behavior like I know you can!” Ichie doesn’t appreciate the truth. “I know societal expectations of men are hard on you, but I shouldn’t be the target of your hostility. Ghostly possessions and trash rummaging? Oh, please!”

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“You’re not part of this friendly conversation, so please stay quiet.” Ichie politely tells your dragon off. “You see, Johnny, it’s because I’m in this position of privilege that I can extend my hand towards you, and help you become the best version of yourself! So if you want my help, be a little patient.” Ichie sounds aggressive.

“But you are not.” You continue being honest. “And this is my plan.” You grab her arm and make your hand and her arm invisible.

HUH?!” Ichie can’t deny this!

Sadly this is all we have for this week’s thread, thanks for playing! And see you next time!
See you, QM. Can't wait to ask Ichie if she's still attending Piss Town, or ask Nariko, Phoebe and Eloise about her.
Thanks for running!
Thanks for running

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"Whatahell was that?"

"We were caught into some sort of hyperstorm, Admiral! We are lucky to have survived the jump!"

"How long until the storm subsides?"

"We don't know, Admiral! It is the first time we see something like this. It is offcharts! We never detected a hyperstorm even a tenth of the intensity of this one!"

"Damn! We will have to orbit somewhere around here and acquire food for the troops. What planets are in the nearby system?"

"Our sensors detect three planets within the Goldilock zone. One of them has artificial structures, seems to be inhabitted."

You're Admiral Alex P. Nuz (the P stands for Pegma), more known as Admiral Nuz.

You command a spacefleet composed of 80 vessels (the flagship, eight destroyers, twenty drone carriers, a refuelling ship, ten transport ships and forty light scout ships). The fleet is mostly unscathed, though some ships report heavy damages to their sensors, and the energy levels of the reactors is very low.

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"Contact all cities. We will trade for food."

"I beg your pardon? That's... very irregular, admiral..."

"That's a direct order!"

"Alright. Preparing to contact the natives."

We dispatch three scout ships into the planet. The scouts transmit their encounters with the natives in real time.

The scouts that head to the smallest city find a population immersed on what seems to be prayer. They seem to hold public prayers many times a day. Apparently they try to live in communion with nature. Their lands have enormous amounts of what we believe are edible plants. They don't seem to need to do much work, they just grab some plants and eat them when they are hungry.

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>bomb the largest city and demand tribute
>Have the scouts land and contact the largest city
The more people the city has, the less they’d probably need to strain their resources to take us in…assuming they welcome us in the first place.

Hold off on telling the crew about the- festivities- I do not want a repeat of that one ship that had its crew taring off nails to get frisky.
What is that in reference too?

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For a short summary for the new and to recap:

You are Alex. A newly minted trainer and camping enthusiast just starting out on your journey at the age of seventeen after your father lost his job in order to help pay the bills. On the road, you met Fie, the Fire Gym Leader, Gareth a novice Aura Guardian on pilgrimage and Holly, a runaway heiress using a pseudonym. You've also made enemies of Team Green a group of violent, radical activists looking to abolish pokemon training.

Recently, Fie returned to her gym for the time being.

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Rolled 38 (1d100)

Look for a spot to camp (Roll)
Rolled 93 (1d100)

>Look for a spot to camp (Roll)
>Push on through the night to the camp site.
>>Head back and leave early tomorrow.
Rolled 70 (1d100)

>Look for a spot to camp (Roll)

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