Suuri stopped in front of the mirror of their office. They stared at it, noticing a few imperfections that were not here before, shades of purple, red and gray barely visible beyond the void they took great care to coat themselves with.Mortals care a great deal about appearances, both for social and cultural reasons, and in a way, spirits were no different, even if many would argue against it. Spirits will carelessly copy fauna and flora features, not as a way to fit in but as a way to cement their existence. A bird would be in the sky, a worm in the earth, a fish in the sea, by taking these shapes, the universe is most likely to recognize their existence as 'correct'.Suuri dispels the black mist around their face to reveal what's underneath. A head not too unlike a rabbit, stitched up eyes, long ears that form a toothless crocodile maw, bleeding what seems to be grey mucus. These shapes used to be more coherent, once, Suuri used to look like something. Something simple, something that wasn't a horrible amalgamation of the many spirits they killed to reach their goal....Suuri failed, they were very much aware of that. Perhaps one day, they could try again, under other circumstances, but their enemy was prepared now, they were expecting it, and they knew no one would be willing to take their side. Could the war be an opportunity? Times are changing in more ways than one, but would that be enough to turn the tides?Suuri missed the days where its purpose was already fulfilled. When entropy progressed as it should, but now...Now all that could be felt was M's attempt to keep the world spinning forevermore.---Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6401373Eh sounds good>>6401075+1I think considering specialization might be worthy at some point. Maybe building off of Reinforce Belief?
>>6401036>Mid-beetle rambling, she stops to look into your eyes with a serious expression. “Hey, are you sure you don’t want to fuck?”Zam, we're doing good>>6401075>+1
Are we seriously not going to work on the portals? No follow-up?
>>6401463Teachers breathing down Atlas' neck with the project. We handle that first, then get portals done once we're freed up. It's best to handle what's urgent first
>>6401507+1, one thing at a time.
Past Thread: >>6317720Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=MissvalGeneral Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/5hFQZtc3NEW Character 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… your name is… you cannot really remember. You're currently swimming in darkness. Not literally, not a dark lake or anything like that. More like swimming in the void. You cannot see yourself. You cannot feel yourself. Are you even there? Do you even exist? And if you do, are you even alive?A sharp pain was felt somewhere near where your head should be. You could not open your eyes, because you could not find them. Maybe you could not see, but you could touch. You could definitely feel things.You tried to lift your right hand. It did not move. It did not feel like it was there. Your left one, however, felt… different. As if it was not yours, like an uninvited guest that refused to leave. Not only that, but it felt as if something was pressing against it. Something… wet. Sticky.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 3, 8, 8 = 19 (3d10)>>6400097
>>6397311The feeling of someone being close to you was always there. It wasn't Cerise, for her feelings and emotions were dull at best. She was busy playing with the Scroll and fiddling with it like a child does with a new toy. Whatever she was doing was her own business.No. That feeling of someone close to you wasn't coming from her. Were you really going crazy? Was there someone spying on you? You focused again, this time on both your hearing and your emotional sense, trying to synchronize both feelings at the same time, closing your eyes to concentrate.You heard... the rumbling of the machines. The turning of gears and cogs, and maybe even some electricity flowing from the platform. You heard the flutter of birds. You heard the sound of the wind. You heard someone speaking far, far above you, most likely someone close to the elevator's entrance.Curiosity. Fear. Indignation. Sadness? Doubt? The emotional feeling was definitely there, somewhere.You opened your eyes, but you didn't find anyone. You half expected to see someone standing close to you, but there was no one there.Maybe you were going crazy."Have you felt something strange, Cerise?" You kept looking at where you'd felt those emotions. Close to your right, far in the distance where there was nothing but the main body of the mountain.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"No...? Sorry, no. I don't know who your son is." What else could you say? You didn't know the man. You hadn't met with the people down there. Lying to him was pointless."Sorry, miss, sorry. We are... we are just a bit on edge, that's all..." The man holding the elderly guy managed to calm him down. They both walked back outside the perimeter as the guards relaxed once again. "Pops, please don't do that... I'm sure he's fine... We have to trust Atlas..."The father and son rested on the ground, surrounded by what you could best describe as homeless camps. These people looked dirty. Lost. In pain and with a feeling of dread and anxiety so strong that you even felt a bit overwhelmed somewhere deep inside you."Let's just go. I don't know what it is that you want to do here, but I'll follow you." Cerise interrupted your thoughts, getting closer to you."I never told you, right?" You walked forward, away from the perimeter as a few refugees watched you. They concentrated here, closer to security, since living in such a lawless and deplorable city was borderline suicide."No, you didn't. Not exactly, at least. You said something about friends here, but you never told me the details." Cerise talked a bit louder now that you were out of sight from the entrance of the city, probably located close to the middle district.You looked forward. The buildings around you looked fairly similar to what your blurry memories showed you. Tall, dirty, imposing, and impractical, like houses built on top of houses once there was no longer any place to live in. However, there were no people there. They felt empty. Both your raw instincts and your other senses confirmed that. Maybe a few people were here and there, the faint sound of breathing and fleeting signs of desperation the only signs that maybe some people were present, but all those things were faint at best."I have some friends here. Friends from the White Fang. I want to know if they're still here." Sora, your unhinged friend, your sparring partner, and... someone important to you. Taylor... no, Hopper was his name, right? The leader, the sad one, the one who helped you and who you knew was most loyal to you. A true friend, someone with a kind soul.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
And where to go? Well... there wasn't a particular place in mind. Maybe exploring the city would freshen up your memories, give you clues as to what to do or where to go. You had the vague memory that they were somewhere down south, but with all the stuff that had happened? Maybe things had changed.---You explored the middle district for almost an hour. Maybe more. Calling the place a hellhole was not giving it justice. It wasn't violent. There wasn't banditry, there wasn't chaos. It was just a... sad, depressing place. Most of the buildings were ruins. Empty husks of concrete and glass, bad smells, and sadness. Were there people? Yes, but very few and far between. Calling them survivors and scavengers instead of citizen was a more apt term. Everyone was trying to survive, and the need was so critical that barely anyone had the time or energy to inflict pain on others. It gave you... hope, in a twisted way.A group of people interrupted your search. Huddled over something, surrounding it. They were quiet, some people praying softly. You approached the crowd, close to what could be considered the ‘main town square’, trying to see what was causing the commotion. A few people noticed your gaze and quickly gave way.You saw an altar. A makeshift altar, with some candles, jars, and lots of memorabilia, pictures, and drawings. People nearby were saying prayers and whispering quietly, as if trying to talk with their fallen friends and family. They were ignoring you, for you weren't important enough to them, but at least they gave way for you to... approach.> Approach the altar, inspect it, search for anything that might freshen up your memories and knowledge.> This was a focal point of the ruins of the city. People were surely taking notice of what was going on here. Stay on the sidelines a bit, watch things from afar, try not to get too much attention.> Nothing here was of importance. Move along, explore the city more. You vaguely remember that there was a famous tavern somewhere near here. Called “The Skillful” or something like that, a place where Huntsmen could meet.> Other (Write in)
>>6402278>Approach the altar, inspect it, search for anything that might freshen up your memories and knowledge.
Thread 3: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6311572/>You find the kidnapped lady by being kidnapped yourself>With a little help, your egg daughter saves you>The group rescues the kidnapped lady, but get shot>Don't worry, you got better by the next day, and are sent out again to look for an anomaly>You talk to an old homeless man and go shopping
>>6402725Combat training with Kamiko would be fun.
You say that you might as well start at the Electronics District. That way Hilde can get the things she wants, and you can get yourself a charger for your phone. You wouldn't be surprised if there wasn't some sort of nerdy tech shop. Maybe you can get the fairy version of a gaming console or something, or look at computers."Good choice!" She says quite smugly, "New parts here I come!"A short time later the train stops at your destination and your group disembarks. As you step off the train and are immediately assaulted by a bevy of neon signs placed all along the walls. They are in a language you can't read, but you are quite sure they are advertisements. Many of the buildings are strangely angular sky scrapers, around which UFOs and other flying vehicles pass by. The streets are packed, and the buzz of conversation is only beat out by the occasional jingles or soft pop music emanating from the stores. The air smells metallic and vaguely of VOCs and industrial grade solvents."I don't come to this area often, but I've heard of some interesting cuisine they have. Real out of this world stuff, literally and figuratively." Emogen says, looking into a nearby window at a dressed, rotisserie cyborg duck. "I've heard they even got robotic vegetables!""Whoa! Is that what robot eats?" Tamako asks, turning to Hilde."Of course not. How would that even work?" Your robot co-worker says, tapping the light sequence on her screen that represents her mouth. "And frankly I'm quite happy I can't. You have to go to the trouble of eating it just to remove it from yourself later? Annoying. Annoying and gross.""Hilde tries to wander forward by herself, but Zul and Kamiko pull her into a futuristic version of a convenience store full of assorted brightly packaged food and drink, gaudy clothing, and travel sized toiletries. Zul takes your phone and has a conversation with the humanoid cephalopod cashier about what you need. You and Tamako try to pick out snack foods, though these are in languages you can't understand.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6402740>"Maybe, when we get the chance in some down time, we could go and take a tour together?"
>>6402740How are fairy wines compared with human wines? Can they be... magical?
>>6402740>Well we probably can't do an Enoteca this time since we have a child with us, right? But maybe we can check one out next time?
The Caretaker Quest - Part 9This is part 9 of the "side quest" for "Disappearing Hogwarts".An unofficial alternate timeline based on HeadQM´s highly praised quest, Disappearing Hogwarts.Reading the original story is not exactly necessary but heavily encouraged since this quest will contain references to it.Created mostly as a place to wait while HeadQM was away for a while but slowly evolved into his own thing.Quick recap so far:>Recently graduated Ravenclaw student is hired at Hogwarts as the new Caretaker.>Merlin somehow ended up inside your head.>Harry Potter´s daughter died, letting Salazar Slythering (previously stuck inside her head) free to continue his quest to control The Beast, an all powerful ancient creature accidentally created by Merlin.>You obtained a piece of The Beast>Salazar has now escaped his child body prison.>The Beast is now trying to escape under any circumstance>Both you and Salazar are going through Merlin's trials in order to reach the most powerful source of magic availableComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
“NOOOO!!!”There is a sudden scream, you turn and see Harry running to the boat house, you notice some bloody chunks and red splats around the walls of the small building.You follow Harry and see him kneel next to some gore on the ground.Those are Hermione and Ron, beaten to a literal bloody pulp, you can tell Harry recognized them because of their clothes scattered around the pool of flesh, he is holding their wands in his hands.“Oh My God…”You have to turn to not get sick from the view.You debate with yourself about getting close to Harry, but decide against it when he suddenly stands up and sprints towards the gash.“POTTER! WAIT!”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You look at the people around you.Willow is standing next to you, she holds you by your arm, barely hiding behind you, she is scared.You look at Merula, she isn't even aware of you looking at her, she has her wand on her hand and is looking at the creatures coming her way.You look at Olivia, she looks like she is about to have a panic attack, clutching her wand like a nun would a rosary.“H-hey! Cleaning guy! What do we do?! those might be a bit too many even with me here!” Says Merula as she throws a spell at the ground and starts digging another trench.You look at the gash, then back at the horde of black creatures.You feel Willow tightening her grip on your arm and look at her.She is terrified.>”Hold your ground! we are taking these things down one way or another!” (Roll 4D100+50. DC 95) (Each roll is for each member of your team)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6400129>Write in: Turn the solid ground the creatures are digging out of into quicksand, leaving them stuck like in an Antlion's trap.I think it's a good idea because it gives us the advantage no matter what we try. If we try to fight, we have the advantage while they're stuck and if we try to flee, we also have the advantage cause again, they're stuck harder than if they were just digging.
>>6400206this
>>6400206+2
It was eerily quiet and dark in the hallways of the facility, the usual noise of people wandering about and announcements being made no longer filling the halls. Jabal awoke in this eerie silence, feeling cold all over his body. He slowly opened his eyes, groaning as he pushed himself up from the metal floor he found himself on. The last thing he recalled, he was running away from Titania's chamber after finding that Titania was not there. He had hoped to get to his and Catherine's office, but something must have happened which caused a massive blast which knocked him unconscious. After getting to his knees, he felt quite some pain throughout his body, finding rubble and shards of glass having scattered around him, as he saw that he had plenty of cuts and minor injuries. He looked around, before noticing Catherine on the floor a short distance behind him."Catherine..." Jabal gasped in horror, before rushing over to her. He felt quite some sharp pain throughout his legs and chest, yet he ignored them to get to his wife. He started to breathe heavily as he carefully flipped Catherine around, noticing she was quite bloodied and injured as well. "No no no no... No, don't... don't let this happen... No..." He mumbled in terror, ripping apart her labcoat and soon looking over her body for injuries. Most of the cuts and scrapes were minor, but he was extremely concerned by the fact she wasn't waking up for god knows what reason. He'd look in his pockets for anything he had on him which could help, before looking around for any kind of supply closet or small medical room. Though, it seemed there was not much of anything around him right now. Fortunately, as he panicked, he heard a soft groan from Catherine. He started to smile as Catherine opened her eyes and looked right at him. "J... Jabal?" She said quietly, Jabal nodding and letting out some tears. "Y-Yes, my love... Are you hurt?" He still was quite concerned, clearly fearing her being seriously injured. Catherine smiled reassuringly. "A little bit... But, I'm fine..." Jabal would carefully lift Catherine up before tightly hugging her. "Thank god... thank god..." Jabal mumbled softly, Catherine hugging him back softly. "Are... are you okay? You look pretty roughed up as well. What... what even happened?" Catherine mumbled, the two continuing to hug. "I'm fine. I just... stumbled a little bit." Jabal quietly responded, Catherine letting out an almost silent scoff. "Heh... So, what actually happened? I remember... running to our office, and then there was a loud bang and..." Catherine went silent, clearly not remembering much else. Jabal finally let go of their hug, looking around a bit and slowly getting up. "Hngh, I'm not sure what happened either." Looking around, Jabal would feel a gentle breeze coming from the direction leading to Titania's chamber, making him take a step back. "I think... that things have gone terribly, terribly wrong."
>>6402661She's kinda swearing a lot for an angel.>>6402665>Chat some more with Iliara, your men or the girls. There still were plenty of topics to discuss. Iliara was still happy to answer whatever questions you threw her way. Besides, you had to do something in the time it'd take for the food to be prepared, right? (Write in who you talk with and about what.)Ask her if there's anything else of note in the area. Also where's her group getting food? Water too, since she apparently requires it. OH, ask if she'd die of dehydration or just be miserable and low energy.
>>6402665> Chat some more with Iliara, your men or the girls. There still were plenty of topics to discuss. Iliara was still happy to answer whatever questions you threw her way. Besides, you had to do something in the time it'd take for the food to be prepared, right? (Write in who you talk with and about what.)Given she's somewhat knowledgeable on military hardware, how much she trained on the range and whether she knows of the other firearm-proficient subjects (57-WR Adenni Alchemilla, ATO-4013 Katya Kesselring, ED-22 Hetzen, TS-55-76 Dhabus Tamil). Also ask about her sibling subjects SR-73 Gisela (the literal tunnel rat), 26-BS (the maybe-vampire), MP-32 Cyra Nike (fellow mythical avian), and PB-548 Nubau. Maybe ask Kaenum about what sort of robots Helen was making.Maybe ask Iliara how her powers work, does she have to restock those nanites (or otherwise raw material required to manufacture those nanites) from time to time or does she have some more esoteric means (Star Trek-esque matter replication / transmutation for example) of producing her healing nanites.Perhaps after the meal:> Give Vinisha a crash course in rocket launcher safety. Might as well use the time now to get her up to speed on how to operate the weapon. Especially if you run into any more threats further down today. (Write in what you teach Vinisha.)How to load, arm, aim, and fire the weapon, the arming distance and blast area of the rockets, and most importantly, the procedures for making sure the backblast area is actually clear before launching rockets.------Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6402720> We're on our way to the combat sector to track down some subjects if she has any friends out that way she can tell us about or fancies an outing. Alexandra? Dhabus? Kaldanea? Helen? Cyra? Zephyr? Hetzen?We probably don't know about Kaldanea in-universe, supporting everything else. >>6402728> She's kinda swearing a lot for an angel.She's probably meant to have a personality of a frontline medic so.... Also is it seems all Illimani subjects have built-in personality quirks. Kenai's a motor mouth, Anesa's playing a "blue oni ice queen", Morgan's LARPing as a medieval knight, Iliara's a jaded combat veteran, etc.(Also, am I the only one thinking of StarCraft2 medivac pilots?)------On a unrelated note, Iliara's base species is likely a white dove given the shape of her tail... although her eye colour might suggest she's less "dove with white plumage" and more "dove with albinism"....
>>6402631> Katya technically does with her goggles but that's pretty minor.Sibilia's visor too, but both look less like exposed machinery and more like worn accessories or bionic implants.Not sure whether we should just combine Helen and "the Android" just yet, although something tells me if they're ever to meet with Morgan they'd become quick friends over being impulsive melee LARPers who use destroyed enemy weapons for raw material. Not sure whether her mech would look anything like depicted in the picture either - the “Android” in the picture seems to be covered in some form of polymer that would be pretty hard to come by after VRC went boom, although we do know her “adhesive strings” seem to do unusual things so can’t rule out the possibility that she just used a whole lot of her (nanite-based?) “adhesive” to function as both the “skin” and “muscle” of the “mech” she pilots. Heck, depending on how recently Rora*ma disowned Helen we might even have an actual sapient droid in the facility who might want an ultimate showdown against Helen’s Sentai Special. Who knows?
>>6402741o shit you right, we didn't hear about Kal IC. Though if Ili spent a while in the combat sector (which she probably did), she could have heard of her.
You laid on the cold floor, eyes heavy and limbs numb. On your left, the sun had begun to set… Probably the last one you’ll witness. Second by second, life slowly drained from your body. You weren’t a hero or a savior, but you’d like to think you gave more good to the world than evil. With that final thought, you closed your eyes one last time. “O brave soul…”Or not.You stood on a clear floor that reflected you, in an empty space that stretched as far as you could see. The clouds were no longer grey, but fluffy and white in a sea of blue sky. A woman stood, no, an angel…“I beseech you to save my people. I am Lumina, the goddess of my people. What should have been your eternal rest, I have taken your soul in order to save my world.”Her wings fluttered as the golden light around her head glowed. Everything passed by so fast it was difficult to catch up. You didn’ t think of yourself as a hero either. You were a survivor.[Choose character] >Character 1 Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6360767>>Write-in>A musket spear! Also known as a musket with a bayonet!
>>6360767>A flintlock sword
I apologize for the sudden end of this qst but I need to put this qst down. I thought I would be on hold until my class started in March, but I got a sudden order and am currently in class which I cannot miss and must focus on since I'm in the Army now. Again, my apologies for starting a quest and putting it back down so quickly
>>6361710welp, at least I thank you for warning us
>>6360767>A musket axeWoodsman maxxing
We are back! Only a year after the first thread. I’m like that, sorrynotsorry. You are Alyssa NicNivara, High Elven lady archmage of the seventh order, stuck in this strange backwards land called ‘Westeros’ with your sister Anya, a cleric of the Dawnfather, your druidess colleague Eva, and four mortal partymembers you scarcely know. Where we left off, you and your party were demonstrating what duels of the mighty look like to these folk who do not know power; your duel with Anya involved you turning into a Sea Dragon and accidentally frightening many spectators, and then polymorphing into a 20-foot-tall-Sun Giant - which is when Lord Stark happened to walk in, at just the right moment to witness you beating your sister over the head with her own summoned Leskylor. https://archiveofourown.org/works/62761627?view_full_work=truehttps://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6182755/https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/westeros-elf-wizard-quest-archive.1213676/>Just another day in the life. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6394452I'm not really sure what the criteria for ranking are here. Are we talking raw power or aura or the sheer size of one's cojones?
>>6394596It's based off of the DBZ fan templates, so the criteria are mostly just an overall assessment + how funny it'd be. Pic related is how it looks so far, just to give you an idea.
>>6394639Don't post this faggotry here again
>>6394709Jeez, alright. I like this quest, and I just thought it would be fun to include it in a silly meme since the thread was about to die anyways
>>6394770go be an unfunny gaylord somewhere else
>Now with intro theme music https://youtu.be/r7AGlW-XxKk?si=UY8ixOnnFhCxgPpn<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>This is but one of the legends of which the people speak...Long ago, the kingdom was blessed by a Golden Power handed down by the three great goddesses. It was a prosperous land of green forests, tall mountains, and many peaceful tribes of people.But one day a terrible Demon was loosed upon the realm by the mysterious Shadow Tribe. He dwelt atop an enormous Black Tower, and wherever its shadow fell was consumed by impenetrable darkness...The Shadow Tribe's sacred duty was to protect the Golden Power by guiding and defending the descendents of its chief inheritor. For their transgressions, the golden goddesses cursed them, and in their shame they repented.One among their number rose to the challenge, and used Shadow Magic to pursue the Demon to the top of his tower. This noble samurai warrior, clad all in white, was known across the land as the Hero of Shadows, but his legend was forgotten by all after a short time, with only the survivors of his tribe preserving his story in secret.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6395235Totally understandable. Hate to harp on it, but this is why most folks have trouble running more than one quest at a time--they stay on the board for a WHILE and require a lot of investment. Life, of course, happens, so no need to apologize. We'll be here when you're ready... just hoping everything's good on your end.
>>6395380>I've been here for 6 or 7 years now, and I've never seen it like this.Yeah I am noticing other QM's, ones that have been around longer and more consistently, even, also hitting some turbulence and slowing their pace - suppose it's just a season of chaos. Thanks for the kind words, glad to have had you in here. >>6395389>hoping everything's good on your end.I've definitely been worse. At my wits end a bit but chugging along, I think things are improving it's just very gradual atm. Thanks for being my buddy, and thanks for telling this story with me.
>>6395235Take care of yourself Sloucho it was a lot of fun, hope to see you and Zuzo again!
>>6395235Hey you returned which is more than good chunk of other quests on here
>>6395400>glad to have had you in hereSloucho quests are top tier quests, always.
you play as Argia Candente, the silver-haired Hand of Ansàrra. After proving your worth in your darkest hour, your Goddess has blessed you with many gifts. But the door to the Night opens, and the final hour looms…# # # # # #Welcome to the eight thread of Argia Candente’s thrilling adventures! Our scatterbrained, silver-haired (sporting a newly-found F-cup, by Ansàrra’s grace) Holy Knight (fully-fledged now!) with a penchant for daydreaming and less plagued by self-doubt after Ansàrra’s own blessings, on a quest to save the world from the resurgent Seven Sisters and their demonic rule..For tomorrow dawns in darkness, and you may have to bear the light of Her sun upon your very shoulders…So, without further ado, let’s take a look at where we come from.And then let’s decide together where we are going.
>>6399984>With a flash of gold, Carnaval’s armor folds. Folds inwardly, like a paper flower. She doesn’t even have time to scream as her own shimmering armor turns into a prison, cutting through her body, pinning her to the ground like an insect inside a dollop of glistening crimson amber.Ouch, Carnaval the in-universe equivalent of a springlock failure>>6399989>SBTWasn't expecting a soap opera on a brazilian tv channel here. Neat>>6400000Zam, Silver Argia was more OP than our Goldhand one. >>6400461Can't wait to see Stilly's thoughts on anime>>6400774>awww thank you anon. I'm already contacting people to get a cover!I'll do my best to try getting a copy when the book version launches. Argia, Ansàrra and Stilly are worth it.I'm gonna miss you on this board, OP.
>>6400818Konatanon, how great to see you>Ouch, Carnaval the in-universe equivalent of a springlock failureI'm real happy about how that scene went>Wasn't expecting a soap operaif you look at it closely, my entire writing production is basically telenovelas, with a few wolfgirls sprinkled here and there...>Can't wait to see Stilly's thoughts on animedon't tell her about isekai thoComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6399542>let me know if you find some system to extract the HTML archival files.I think DownThemAll could grab the image files and such. The text, I just nab with a website-to-PDF link.
>>6399542>>6400914suptg archive has a guide for saving threads manually on its request form page. Gonna need to change some link names from tg to qst though. And idk if it still works, must have been written a long time ago.
>>6400914>>6401418Thanks, I’ll check this out. See if it works compared to pdf converter I usually adoperate
A soft quiet hangs over the forest as you run through the underbrush. Compared to the lobby, it felt like a heavy blanket was draped over the arena and muffled everything outside. You do your best to not break the silence with your movement as you hurry through the forest. Spawns in an arena match are static but there were a few different locations where one could be spawned in. The limited amount of spawn points meant that anyone could narrow down the location of their opponent by heading over to them and seeing if they were there. That was, of course, assuming that their opponent hadn't moved in the interim. With how defenseless you were right now, you were sure that one or two direct hits from a simple spell would be disastrous. Not to mention her aim was far better than any newbie you ever saw. It would be best not to underestimate her, especially now that she had practice. You slide behind a fallen log and go prone. You strain your ears for any sound of your opponent but the silence persists. You needed to formulate a strategy. The set up of your fight was quite simple, each of you had 3 healing potions and 3 mana potions. Not too egregious but enough to give each other a pick me up in case of a bad hit. You're not sure how well you'd be able to utilize the mana potions at the moment but the healing potions could come in handy in a pinch. You also had your ability to cheat death once per real world day. It was an ability that Serena didn't know about and you weren't really sure you wanted to use for a simple spar. Lifting up your coat, you make sure that your canister of fuel on your hip was locked in and ready to use. A quick adjustment of the wrist and the nozzle for your igniter, a miniaturized flamethrower, pops up and ready to use. You only had about 5 shots with a single can unless you decided to empty it completely for a large wall of fire. Finally, you reach down and pop off the small buckle on your belt. You flick the small lid off of the fake lighter and see the tiny grapple hook pop out, ready to fire and zip you towards your target or pull something towards you if it was light enough. These were just two of the gadgets you had built in what you hoped would be a small arsenal of tricks you could use. Even so, you weren't sure how well they could carry you now that you were playing a class without features.
>>6401933>look for trapsMaybe a Halo jump from am airship?
>>6401933>Try to search for signs of the attackers. Maybe someone is patrolling or trying to keep an eye on the forces across the bridge.
>>6402001If we can secure one, I'm down to try this approach. +1!>>6401933
>>6401938>Is there a nearby mountain peak that we could glide in from, or is the bridge already the shortest distance?You could try and glide from your current position. Using the power of bad MS paint skills, You're currently overlooking the facility, the bridge, and the location of the E.V.O teams. Whether or not you'll be spotted on your descent remains to be seen. But that is partly why you're up there with binoculars.
>>6401933>Check the facility for traps. You'd be surprised if the attackers didn't leave anything behind to try and deter anyone who would want to follow them.
"To Truth and Justice!"The toast, accompanied by sound of glass striking against glass, has been echoed by a diverse array of voices.You were not paying much mind to your own, but you've gotten quite appreciative of those of your crew:The calm barytone of Tufferson Kris, your krogan friend and colleague.The enthusiastic lilt veiled by synthetic buzz of envirosuit electronics belonging to Lea'Fari, a quarian pilgrim.Deceptively natural voice that Eve, your synthetic comrade, had chosen as her default one.And then there was a chorus of voices that you were only recently beginning to familiarize yourself with: those of the O'Riley family and their closest friends, with whom you were currently sharing a celebration in a homely little tavern at the edge of the freshly cleared green zone of the gradually reconstructed city of Klondike."...and to memory of those, whose souls may now rest free." One of those voices, an older, more subdued, continued, sobering the mood of the gathering somewhat as the cheer gave way to a moment of reverent silence.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
You spend fraction of a second looking for a suitable piece of cover to dive behind without leaving the creature out of your field of vision, having no idea how quickly it can repeat its attacks. The people on the ground decide to take that chance where the creature is focused upwards rather than at them and begin peppering it with their weapons, placing some amount of strain on the keeper's barriers but more significantly making it adjust its focus once again.Something feels wrong. You can almost feel the dark energy ebb and gather. But there's more, that feeling of nervousness you can't quite put.The altered keeper raises two of its limbs towards the structure the presumed Citadel survivors take for cover and another wave of biotic force barrels towards the assailants, cracking ferrocrete and sending the silhouette behind it flying."No!" You hear a cry and realize the voice is yours.Turning back towards the keeper you fire from the hip. One, two, three, overheat warning, four. The second keeper drops.With a burst of the jetpack you set yourself on a trajectory to drop next to the man that was sent reeling from the last biotic strike. As you get nearer, you feel the pit in your stomach sink, then sigh in relief as the man moves, propping himself up.Finally you realize what got you so nervous. You drop to your knee next to the recovering man and take him into a hug."Dad..."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 36, 79, 74 = 189 (3d100)You're not sure whether it was shocked expression of the man as he looked past you, or the bone-shaking noise it emitted every time one of its appendages struck the ground, but you found yourself spinning around to face a new threat - if the creatures you've felled moments ago were still recognizable to possibly having once been keepers, this hulking mass propped by four legs covered with rocky growths only somewhat shared the alien custodians' walking pattern, if you were generous. The jagged solid body above it, looming ominously as multiple-stories-tall creatures are wont to, was not something you would have in any way related to the mostly harmless Citadel keepers. Yet circumstances of its appearance suggested strongly it may have emerged from the same source, or a least held some deeper connection to whatever was going on aboard the Citadel.Be that as it may, you had little time to ponder this question. You did find enough to form a different one though. Snapping towards your father as he finished picking himself up you begin:"Is-""She's fine, son. But we won't be if you're not careful now!" Dad says, raising his pistol.He was not going to put a dent into this creature with it. But he was right. It was time to get serious - and now you had a few additional reasons to make it out of this in good shape.You give a quick glance to your rifle - thankfully undamaged from overheating, and ready for more. Good. You would--be beaten to the punch. There's a flash of light from direction you would not have expected it - you shift your gaze and find that a new party has entered into the fray. A disruptive biotic blast struck the massive walker's own barrier and captured its attention, realigning one of its crystallized limbs with greater speed that you would have expected it to, discharging what looked like a projectile weapon to where the newcomer's silhouette was visible moments ago.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 67, 79 = 146 (2d100)>>6395813
Rolled 80, 14 = 94 (2d100)>>6395813
>>6395813glad you're back
>It is January 24th of the Year 71 of the Cosmic Era>Previous Thread:>>6344652>Thread Archive:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Errant+comet>Tip Jars: If you enjoy the writing, consider sparing some dimes if you're able.>patreon.com/Maxwelllallwell>ko-fi.com/maxwelllallwellHeliopolis Colony has been Destroyed. The Clandestine operation of the Le Creuset Squad missing one of the vital G-Project's mobile suits and its state-of-the-art mothership. Even with two brand-new mobile weapons, Frieden Moon has found themselves unable to force their surrender and the Colony's remains signify the great power of not only the Strike Gundam but of the Archangel battleship... Yet the Archangel isn't off-the-hook with the Colony's destruction obstructing further inquiry into its location. A silent chase beginning to be charted by command of Rau Le Creuset's Vesalius...
>>6377809>Ask for a copy of Red Frame's system data, go back to the VesaliusOnly we have to know it's here after all, and if they'll stay neutral then there's really no danger. (backstab 20 episodes later...)
>>6377809>>6378103>>6378149It only took you leaping up to Athrun's cockpit and disengaging the emergency lock to look at Athrun's stunned expression.In particular because, maybe for the first time ever since meeting. You're scolding him as you look sternly at them "What was that, Zala?"That much seemed to recompose the young redcoat as he let their hands go from the controls of the Mobile Suit "It was Kira's... I... I didn't think right at this moment and just-."Your stern gaze softens as you once again remind yourself of the conflicted emotions and sense of duty clashing with an old friendship... This Kira Yamato.He's certainly lived quite the interesting life in the interim to end in opposite sides like this.Letting go of Athrun as you tell them to begin preparing to depart, you dropped down and turned to Lowe as he crossed their arms.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6378753[ https://files.catbox.moe/u68h3n.mp3 ]Lowe's Red Frame tossed the Green-Frame's shield as you caught it within the MS' off arm, Athrun deciding to flash a thumbs up with the Aegis as he realized the gesture."My apologies for my behaviour, Junk Guild... Thanks!" He sounded off, the Aeegis focusing away to disengage and return to the Vesalius as you...You somehow... Got what they meant in regards to meeting again, a little.It sound vaguely poetical in such a way but it seems there's truly a magnet-like connection for these Astray frames Morgenroete produced.Which left you with a somewhat relaxed weight in regards to your trip to the PLANTs...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6378762The Fortress of Artemis has been destroyed by the separated Le Creuset Squadron, with the aid of the G-WeaponsThe Archangel only managing a daring escape from the crumbling asteroid fortress, as its crew rescued and heralded a chunk of retreating soldiers from Artemis itself, stocking the forces and crew provided within the vessel.As their one and only Coordinator Pilot, once again questioned his own will to fight against the increasingly dire circumstances of the Archangel's ongoing silent run.[ Miguel Aimann has joined the crew of the Nemo, The Archangel's forces have received refugees from Artemis, Tolle Koenig has begun training to pilot Mobile Armors. ]
>>6378764>>6357021Brand new thread.>>6382068>>6382068
On the outskirts of a town which its settlers call Chiffchaff, but which its occupiers call Al-Duarah, there lay scattered bodies on the dry, red ground. Some are beasts and some are men, or at least look like Man. Broken, bent, frozen and burnt. Some are drained of life, left ashen husks; others have had their life bleed out of them onto the settlement’s streets. Looming over them are slate-grey walls, their gates self-sealing, and atop those walls watch impassive black masks, with eyes that see on behalf of their master: Abdul Saniʿ al-Duruʿ, Abdul Murawwiḍ al-Wuḥūsh, Abdul Alhazred the Reptilian Infiltrator.The scaly, slit-pupilled swarthy Southron son-of-a-skink who killed your best feathered friend-for-life and your shapeshifting hundun friend-with-benefits.You are Zith-Zi, Boss Bitch of the Monstrous Regiment adventuring company, and an ex-goblin ‘nilbog’ made pretty by magic……while You have gone by a few variations on the name CZ but have most recently settled on reclaiming your ill-gotten family legacy as Carazzi Yosef: one-time demigoblin cambion, and now a transcended Pure and Empty Vessel at long last.You came to the Southlands, across the Shieldwall mountain which separates it from the north-western lands of the Paladin Queen of Hawksong. You did so not to participate in their silly civilizational clash—what various shades of humans get up to with gnolls and secret subterranean lizard-men is none of your business. You came here to save your estranged boyfriend, fellow adventurer James Efron, from captivity in a Chiffchaff dungeon...…but in the process of procuring him, you punched through the army of enslaved hyena-men to their demon-wielding human-reptilian centre: Alhazred, the devious demonist and dark wizard who bested you in combat, costing you the lives of others whom you cared for.(To say nothing of Nicolette Testa, fashion-forward illusionist-enchanter who joined your quest and lost a body via bullet-blasted brain, only to be pieced back together with an emergency effort of esoteric expertise!)(Or Denise Lilla, the cleric you liberated, who suffered a similar fate in circumstances which precluded such a happy ending for her.)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6395803Delights: Earthly And Desolate is a pretty good read there if you haven't seen it yet
>>6395882>howArlOfCats is my username there.> the no_lewd tagthere may be SOME lewd as usual. I just don't want people to vote to fuck everything all the time, or expect long fully-detailed sex scenes. But it sounds like that won't be a problem!> If it doesn't work out qst will still be here. Probably.Hopefully! I do like /qst/ still, but I just got too invested in the other regulars, especially people who I had (I thought) some measure fo mutual camaraderie with. I have a bad habit of extending good faith for too long, and being too earnest, and I hate accidentally making people think badly of me and can't let it go. it's a problem, and I'm working on it... Or trying. I'm hopeful my move will work as a sort of fresh slate, not just for my reputation and who follows me but for my like... Feelings about writing.I know, it's lame and gay.
>>6395883Thanks for the rec! I'm starting light with just a few new ones where I can start voting right away, but once I'm done the book I'm reading (Thirteen by Richard Morgan) and catching up on Spy x Family (also good!) I plan to peruse some of these recommendations you kind anons have provided.
>>6395884>ArlOfCats is my username there.I can't message you without being friended and you aren't accepting friend requests.>>6395885We recommending? Dorohedoro?
>>6395890>you aren't accepting friend requestsWoops, sorry, had my settings set up wrong.>DorohedoroAlso on the list! Everyone tells me it's great, and that it's finally getting a second season!
Long have you wanted to be reincarnated into another world, obtaining some cheat skill and getting a harem of beautiful women to pamper and get pampered by you.After getting hit by a truck you got all that you wished for and more! Sort of. Well, after you discovered how good intimacy felt, mostly thanks to a certain goddess you brought down with you from heaven, you couldn't help but want more of it!So you've decided to make the best life you could have in this cliched, steampunk world you now call your home...Your name is John Doe, and you're just about ready to get married to a literal Goddess.
>>6372035Godspeed NotIse
>>6372035You just can't catch a break, can you man?Get well soon.
>>6372035Hopefully you feel better, NotIseQM.
>>6372035I still dream
>>6394860Me too anon, me too
You are L2S Trollslayer Fiona Jarnafeldt, and you have taken a trip across the seedy underbelly of Helsinki. What you saw down there couldn't be more different than the city up here. Humans and aberrations living together. The ruins of the old city, hidden by the construction of the stormdrains and the new city above, dinky and rustic but far more human than this sterile white alloy jungle. Children, running around. You don't see many children in Helsinki at all. So few people even have the right to have one, you haven't a clue where a school is in Helsinki, but the undercity has so many. You weren't in your right mind for most of your adventure, having pulled an extreme measure of consuming an entire package of pervitin to avoid a highly dangerous target and seek a new exit. Of course, you lost focus and consciousness, losing control and wandering confused trying to stay undercover and getting into fights. The drugs and the fighting took a physical and mental toll on you, but you're alive. You had to take a week long break to properly recover, consuming nothing but liquid food for the past few days. Now you have to get ready for the giant mutant man-eating birds that are taxonomically called the Swans of White Death that are migrating from the north.But you're not thinking about the giant man eating swans or how your drugs made you think your sword was talking to you right now.Your eyes are wide open staring at this eight foot tall nipponese lady that might just be an aberration.
>>6389625>"There's no way I'm replacing anything.">Drop all this business, get to chatting up Kiikoinen
Next vote is a tiebreaker on the Sigrun-Fahy situation. Then I'll write.
Alright guess not. I'll touch on those on them lightly instead of a more full dive. Writing.
>>6391237I don't think we understood what you wanted us to tiebreak
>>6389654>>6389731>>6389875>>6390255You're not letting him squirm away with that smarmy smile. "There's no way you actually like what that suit does to you, right?""The prosthetic doesn't have that problem," he remarks. "A suit that is added onta you that's also demanding energy? That causes the spike, that languishing thing we felt. But without an arm or a leg, your body needs less but your prosthetic needs some, so your appetite doesn't really change. The whole system sidesteps the main issue of the bodysuit. Oh, and sittin' in the sun can be nice a little lunch.""It's winter. We have daylight for five hours. It's cloudy for almost all of them," you remind him."It's an example!" He cries in jest. "You wouldn't take a bath in the bay to run off hydropower, either."Fahy leaves the impression he's very positive about the prosthetic system. Considering he chose to get involved with Miss Jousten's Undercroft as a significant undertaking of his time, it's no surprise. He must find a pride in its success.After a few minutes of letting that conversation die down, and Sigrun to relent on business, you decide to bring up business of your own. Just a quick jab, a prod.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
