Galtia, your homeland, is famed for its knights and paladins, heroes all. The division between peasant and noble is a strict one, but through sufficient valor at arms, even the lowliest beggar can earn a knighthood, however unlikely it may be. The military doctrine of your people largely focuses on lines of men at arms with shields and spears, given ranged support by peasant archers, and horseback knight charges into the enemy rear. You are a leader of men, defending your nation's borders during their current war against:>1: fiend-serving cultists that rampaged through the neighbouring kingdom of Sanidia, summoning demons and undead.>2: the nearby kingdom of Zulzaria waged war against orcs for many years, the orcs have chosen to seek easier prey: Galtia. >3: Regelia, a country your equal in strength, skill and honor, their tactics mirror yours, and your people have fought theirs many times before.And what is your station? You are a knight, but what tier of society did you originate in?>By default you start at level 3, 1000 experience, a 5E fighter. All ability scores at 14, with Human Determination and four proficiencies of your choosing.https://dnd5e.wikidot.com/>1: Hardmode, a lowly beggar turned soldier, nobles look on you with contempt and could rip your command away with little effort if given the excuse. (Optional: start as a rogue instead of a fighter)>2: Lowborn, you had to fight and claw your way to the top, but your combat success was so obvious that your being knighted was equally an obvious outcome. (Start with two extra levels, 7000 experience, class/es of your choice, gain an ASI at level 4 regardless of class)>3: Knight, you were born into a military family, trained hard, and were knighted on the field of battle. (Start with one extra level, 4000 experience, class of your choice, and one extra feat. Gain an ASI regardless of class)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6376636I thought we were the rogue?
>>6376639everyone is the rogue. we are the rogue. our wife is rogue. children? rogue. grandkids? rogue. companions? rogue
>>6375579>>6376451 +1.Yes I just watched A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms. How did you know?
>>6375579>>6376409 +1
Oh dang people replied. Guess I'll count dem votes.
Car chases come and go, but it’s deterring your hostage’s saviors that makes the difference in life. That sounded pretty evil, but it’s about you taking the leader of the mafia to the police — so it’s a gray area. You feel like you were sidelined for a good while, waiting for Judith and her crew to get ready to meet your team. It’s almost like someone shoved you inside a bag and let you fester in there for a day. Nobody should endure that.That’s why you have been listening to Bubbles. The plucky girl is doing a report about how your pals around town are faring in these trying times. This gangster debacle is a city wide event after all. Everyone is fine so far, but there’s more to say!“Sorry, everyone! I mentioned Jackey Frosties, and our amazing maid here brought me some. You know how it goes.” Scarlet apologizes for the sudden break. “Couldn’t you eat after you were done talking...?” Vera is in this group call.“And let it melt? Hello? That’s a big no-no. This is peak ice cream condition, and you know it.” Scarlet refuses to let her dessert suffer. “Where was I?”“Uhm, the Jackey Frosties news?” Liu is always polite. Originally, Liu was going to relay the news to all of you, but her and Scarlet thought it would be faster if the redhead talked directly.“Oh… yeah… one got vandalized…” Scarlet sounds heartbroken. “C-Cheer up, Scar Scar. There are plenty of them around, right?” Crossbill tries to cheer up the spoonful spirit. It’s you five in this call, one agent in both groups and their navigators — plus Bubbles.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6381664>Feed the burger to more hobos. All of them need to approve it. Ruby should like this one...>Feed the burger to more hobos. All of them need to approve it. Suan De will like it, probably…>Get everything ready for the party. First, burgers for everyone, mainly Matilda...
Regardless of what your newest masterpiece is called, you need all the hobos’ seal of approval. Ruby and Suan De must grab a bite!“A-Amelia, we’re calling it Hoboburger because a hobo made it.” Yu Yan clarifies.“Are you saying Johnny is a hobo?” Amelia is very confused.“Magumbos Jr. here told us he hasn’t slept at his apartment all that much.” Yu Yan points at Ichie.“It’s quite tragic...” Ichie nods. “Wait, what did you call me, friend...?”“It’s hard for us to imagine that scenario, he loved to return home when we were around.” Nariko gets petty. Ichie doesn’t like it. But before they start bickering, your sister has your back! “That doesn’t make him a hobo!” Your sister argues.“Maybe a hubbo?” Yu Yan wonders. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6382485Sadly, this is all we have for this thread! Thanks for playing, and see you on the next time! And remember, you will get your smoothie!
>>6382486Thanks for running!
In this world, you are a rare case.You were born and raised in a village whose residents all hailed from the same clan, one which possessed a power and a ferocity which made it feared by those living outside. Everyone in this village, from the elders to the clan leader right down to the children, was a natural-born killer – in that sense, you aren’t so special.“Ryō-kun,” the leader told you just yesterday with a wide grin, “all you have to do out there tomorrow is follow your instincts… don’t think, just kill!”Well, when the village settled on picking a fight with one of the five great powers of this world your instincts told you that it was a stupid idea. That little voice inside your head was screaming that invading Kirigakure was a stupid idea that was going to get you all killed, so that was the feeling you went with even if it made a lot of your clansmen pretty mad.But you stood your ground.They were so confident in their raw power and ferocity that they never questioned the wisdom of the plan… to the degree there was one. Your own parents even promised to come home and “deal with you” later, which of course was a threat born of complete delusion. And even if you doubt that they’ll ever make good on their threat, you have no doubt that once Kirigakure manages to get over the shock of the attack they’ll be calling on your village soon.Your hair and the markings on your forehead are easy enough to get rid of. Even if you cut those things away to disguise your bloodline hair and flesh grow back. But after scraping together what little money exists in your village and packing away some dried food and water, you decide not to burn the village itself. Wiser maybe to ignore that first instinct and not leave any obvious signs that anyone was left behind to survive.…Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6399812“You’re not going to go talk to them?” Akiji-kun asks you, having brought you a sandwich from downstairs.You shake your head. “Not my business.”While you munch, Akiji-kun leans over the low wall along the edge of the roofline. “Hiroshi-kun is doing better.”“That’s good to hear,” you nod. “Konoha’s medic-nins seem to have done good work.”...The rest of the final day of the test passes slowly, with only the team you recognize from the yakiniku place several days ago dragging themselves to the base of the tower. And after that, no other teams emerge from the forest before time elapses.Just eight teams are left out of the fifty-one which started the exams, with nineteen having failed somewhere in the Forest of Death – only eight of which in actual combat, so far as you know. Takigakure, Kusagakure, and Amegakure have all been eliminated entirely, with Sunagakure having been whittled down to just the one team remaining. And then there are Otogakure and Yugakure – the village nobody has ever heard of and the one nobody takes seriously have made it through with the single team each started with.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6400103All the genin are assembled just after midday, at the five-day mark from when the test began to the hour. You stand in eight rows of three, with you standing ‘tall’ at the front of your row, in the middle of a large circular room built at the center of the ground floor of the tower – a space which until now had been left accessible, with the entry gates at the ground floor having initially led you up a set of stairs.There are many jōnin present, including the proctors Ibiki-san and Anko-san, together with a third Konoha-nin who looks a bit like he hasn’t slept since before you were born. You can also see Kakashi-san along with three other jōnin who all apparently belong to the rookie teams based on their energy, plus one jōnin from Sunagakure and a pallid-looking man who is evidently from Otogakure. With them, standing to the side, is the Third Hokage himself.Behind these individuals is a large statue, of hands forming a simple hand seal.Anko-san steps out from the group and addresses you.“The twenty-four of you here are the only teams that completed the second stage,” she announces. “So congratulations. Unfortunately, twenty-four is still too many for the third stage to go smoothly. I’ll let Lord Third explain it to you.”Then she gestures to the Hokage. “Sir.”The Hokage steps forward, and coughs into his fist for a moment to clear his throat.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6401228You look over your shoulder to see that Kabuto has raised his hand. “I would prefer to withdraw.”“Whaddya mean, ‘withdraw’?” Naruto-kun demands loudly.“Well, to be honest I overused my medical ninjutsu in the forest,” he offers, “and I’m afraid I’m not much of an individual fighter myself. So it’d probably be better to sit it out.”After discussing it quietly with the proctors, the Hokage nods in confirmation. “Very well. Yakushi Kabuto-kun, you may withdraw from this stage of the examinations. Please leave, you will be escorted out of the training grounds.”“Excuse me, Lord Hokage,” you hear Hiroshi-kun’s voice behind you. “I’ve given it some thought… and if withdrawing is possible, I believe I should as well.”>tbc
And so here I think I'm going to start a new thread. Going on 700 posts feels a bit unwieldy for people trying to get caught up, and we're at a natural point to have a thread separation anyway.Currently working on the OP for the second thread now.
>>6401257New Thread
Your name is Terian Choke and you are an Urgi. You were stationed as a petty technical officer on the planet of Newroost by the Accord government, which is completely fine by you. You have very little interest in being a military engineer working on the front line against the machine collective or dealing with renegade Redwing regiments out in some cold space colony; instead having the job to secure territory and maintain bases in the blue zone of your species new homeworld. This is also, completely fine. What is not fine is that the bird you bet on to win on is losing all of his events.”Swim damn you! Swim you sorry excuse for a bird!”In the Consortium, every type of competitive event is open to sports betting. You may be halfway across the galaxy; but your credits are just as good here or there. Zaloon racing is supposed to be the best type of sport to bet; since the racers are too stupid to take bribes or get disqualified for cheating. They just take whatever performance enhancing drug cocktail their handlers make for them; which is all public information. Perhaps you should have studied biochemistry more if you wanted even more of an edge.”GO ORANGE!”He overtakes Blue, then Orange and Red come up close behind. They close their armor plates together and squeeze the water out of the interim space; the diving section of the race is next. You know your racer is going to reach the base of the river first with his own body's divebell technique. Unless...”No! NO!”He stops to take in breath, giving critical seconds for the other racers to make it to the dive site. He overshoots his oxygen he'll need, as two other racers rapidly dive to the finish at the base of the river.
>>6422017Yeah but in this context it would be more like they're accusing each other or their superiors which is a no-no and I added the unfair power dynamic between the two to give it more texture but maybe that spoiled the "hint" at the "right" solution.
>>6422020Given the situation, it seemed to me as though both admitting fault would lead to them both getting the worst punishment. It's not as though jail years are a limited resource for governments to spend.
BananasQM I read all of this thread and I was genuinely emotionally very moved, especially by the mystical end-of-life scene you depicted here Near Death with the Starsight Seer >>6384382 this culminated in some of the most emotionally heightened writing I have ever seen. I know the final "Prisoner's Dilemma" type setup may not have fully worked (technically, not really even a simultaneous choice payoff matrix more of a sequential extensive form game, given the limitations of this website thread format, people can see other votes one after another like a branching tree game not one-shot game-theoretic payoff matrix etc) but I applaud how you tried it, I think it was still extremely clever/experimental and a very fitting end to the story. I also especially liked this choice, >>6387040 the dispatching into pseudo-freedom / exile one, this was a very believable follow-up after the main leader selection, it felt true to the egotistical disposition and inclinations of the character. Whilst I don't fully follow or know the lore and background of this highly complex series and space saga, I would say this narrative was FAR STRONGER emotionally resonant and powerful for me compared to say the child fish one at school etc versus the sea shark etc, that one to be honest just felt a bit immature and childish naive (I sort of wanted him to just die lol) whilst this tale, with its inevitable tragic denouement of aging, disease deterioration despair cliinging to life and death, felt truly Shakespearean, like King Lear, I marvelled at how you engineered and sculpted this narrative, I wonder if there is an emotional toll to dealing and crafting with these deep pathos tragic mortality themes and so there may be some author bleed / emotional mental draining, don't worry about it, the fact that you created this game and imagined and built all these psychologically masterful interwoven tapestry of scenarios and situations, written with a high tempo interactive player rhythm, you should feel is testament to your capability to explore into realms of the player psyche where no one else has been or ventured before. I know you are capable of exploring further than others, and that you will return and bring even more
>>6422066In general I fully agreed with every decision judgement and scenario consequence / outcome, the only one I felt wavering a bit was this one, the enemy goading / asking for clarification being perceived as weakness >>6382437>>6383179I don't know the full history of the enmity and hostility, but it felt a bit too much for one stray interrogative to be perceived as COMPLETE EXPOSED WEAKNESS LEADERSHIP INDECISIVENESS etc lol. For instance, would not the hostile enemy counterparty also anticipate feints of weakness (eg, perhaps this person is asking a "stupid question" or deliberately ignorant question to falsely appear as if they possess less information than they actually have?") For instance, in interrogations (or CEO / invesment manager meetings lol) one very common technique to verify the honesty of a counterparty is to deliberately volunteer knowingly incorrect information, and see if they take the initiative to correct it etc. (as a test of their honesty) Another is to ask a question to which you know the answer on an uncomfortable topic, and see if they give a forthright answer or evasive ambiguous one. Hence seemingly ignorant questions are not always posed by ignorant people, but may be used as feints to measure an opponent response etc. But overall I still liked this hostile contact scenario, maybe within the limits of this game format you needed just one decisive response etc and so needed to move on with the complex pacing and interweaving events. Thank you very much BananasQM for managing this masterful gargantuan labour of star-spanning universe / worldbuilding, it is a truly superhuman feat and achievement, one might even call it, Supreme
I appreciate you saving the commentary for the end of the thread.
Pick race and location. I'll try to update daily at least.
>>6375717>>6375824"You want proof," you say. "I'll get you proof. But I need more than just directions."Tanner's good eye narrows."I need your best warriors to help with the ambush. And your spies. The ones who know when the watch changes, which guards are lazy, which paths are blind. I hit that shipment, I hit it right, or I don't hit it at all."He's quiet. You can see him weighing it, trust versus caution, hope versus survival."You're asking a lot," he says finally."I'm offering a lot."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 91, 94, 28 = 213 (3d100)>>6375935Inside:Pieces of armor. Not Phoenixian make, foreign, ornate, covered in script you don't recognize. Gold inlay. Intricate patterns. Too fine for common soldiers. Maybe ceremonial.A massive red gem. Big as your fist. Pulses with faint light from within. Warm to the touch. Not a ruby, something else. Something that feels old.A dozen clay tablets. Covered in dense, tiny script. Language you've never seen.A stack of books. Leather-bound. Some newer, some ancient. More unknown script.And a stone casket.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6375939Hmm... >Suggest you need more information before attacking a whole port city.Our men are strong but few. Best to use them with the utmost precision.
>>6375981Another factor here to consider is that we and our targets are both immortal. We lose nothing but momentum by waiting for information. If the situation turns out not to be to our advantage, we can just leave and hit another immortal.
>>6375939>> Agree. Burn New Dawn. Hit them hard, hit them fast.What if we smuggled our undead into the city? They could even walk underwater. They would start biting the citizens, and unleashed a ghoulpocalypse in city.
The past few months had been rough. Your severance package turned out to be worthless in the wake of post war inflation, and even in one of the supposed seats of Pact Joint Command you couldn't find a stable job. Trying find work outside the Pact was nearly impossible with how destroyed your reputation was with the Raihan Empire.One drink turned to three quickly, and soon you were telling anyone who would listen about the hardships. The undue, unjust, and entirely of no fault of your own, hardships.---Make a choice. You are currently a little buzzed, but a few more drinks shouldn't hurt.>Complain about having to moonlight in the pharmaceutical industry, and getting no thanks. A bump couldn't hurt.>Decry the squalid living conditions you've had to endure, despite your charitable work at the local clinics. Pound one.>Rail against Solei, who is an unimaginative prick. Take a shot.
Rolled 19 (1d20)>>6422168
Rolled 13 (1d20)>>6422168>Assigning two numbers to each character.Bruh, just ask for a d10.
Rolled 7 (1d20)>>6422168
>>6422179(Jack - High.)Jack Horner. A man who had suffered many indignities for the small crime of wanting to create a shipyard where the common man could arm himself with the finest capital ships money could buy. He had suffered at the machinations of intrigue and spycraft, and survived to see another day by making multiple Faustian bargains and alliances with what were arguably insane people. Some of them he called friend...but now, at the turning point, where everything was finally fucking starting to go well, despite the most absurd series of disasters...were two fucking knights having a pissing match on his station.Jack frowned, shook his head in disappointment and activated the fruits of Glasner's work with a thought. "Nope. No more of this shit." Jack moved his finger like a conductor, mostly for the pleasure of it. Enhanced remote effectors activated in time localized AG tiles that ramped up to 50g. Aura was violently face planted into the floor and knocked out, while the bastard's entire form locked in place. If not for the reek of ozone and whiffs of smoke emitting from the cyborg, it would have seemed nonplussed. A moment later the bastard collapsed to its knees. Tortured grav tiles were released back to their normal duty cycle, and the knights from ex-nihilo no longer seemed in such a hurry to fight anymore.Kijo was suspended in the air, thrashing as if it would release her, quite literally foaming at the mouth and screaming profanity in several languages. Mayumi's head of security observed the situation with a remarkable degree of impassivity. "Captain Farron, not as a command, but as a matter of mutual respect. Please...do something about her." Farron simply pointed his oversized weapon at the female knight and shot her with something that was less than lethal. At least it was probably less than lethal as there was still a single body, rather than several smaller chunks."Alright." Jack lit a cigarette and paced thoughtfully. "It's been a long week. I don't need anymore of this shit. Get them off my station as soon as possible." he produced a flask from his jacket and drained the container in one go, throwing it behind him. "Better." Mayumi blocked his way for a moment. "My station Jack...mine."He raised his hands in surrender. "Of course Miss Shimidada. Dinner?"By now Mayumi no longer corrected Jack's deliberate butchering of her last name, it was something of a tradition between the two.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6422464You are Harris Glasner.---You had been in your domicile for part of a day now. Maybe a cell would be a better word. Your extraction from the Bioshop had been as mundane as possible. Invasive neural fibers and vasculatures gradually retracted from your body, leaving behind endless circular indentation scars. You idily poked one with a finger. It felt fine. Your left hand sported three phrosthetic fingers, index, middle and ring. Your right hand was a missing middle finger, also replaced. Nothing special. As you clenched your fists, the figners whirred lamely, moving slowly behind your organic counterparts. You sighed, which in itself was a welcome capability after missing it for so long. The fingers barely worked to be fair, it was no fault of the hardware, designer, or surgical team. There were just significant changes to your body that rendered you largely incompatible with the technology. Same story with your AR link and onboard storage. Gone, and much the same for the prosthetic leg you were fitted with. Mostly inoperable. It was back to the cane once more. You looked at it in the corner. You reached over and grabbed it from your seat on the bed."Hello again old friend. I must admit, I did not miss our time apart, though consequence and situation brings us together once more." turning the battered can over in your hands you admired the old scars on it. Looking up at the ceiling, you considered everything. It wasn't all terrible. There were new senses, you could feel the pulses of EM signal in the world around you, and perhaps in time figure out what it meant. After the disconnect from the bioship, that extra processing power went away, leaving you with your comparatively tiny, if impressive, brain.The doctors had noted how "sticky" your body was behaving with the implants. Already light blue flesh was creeping up them, barely noticeable, but Chad and Sally theorized that your body was colonized with cells from the Bioship and they would continue to assimilate inorganic material within your body. The long term effects were unknowable, but being alive was satisfactory for now.You cleared your throat, it was still somewhat hoarse from being stuffed full of alien tendrils. There was no dignified way of saying, explaining, or recollecting that. "Ahem. Chad, are you there? I have a bit of light work to do."A miniature hologram of ChadGPT appeared "What will we be doing tonight?"Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
"There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy"- HamletThe 20th century was a turbulent time for the human race. Wars, weapons, and atrocities beyond imagination occupied that hundred years, making an indelible mark upon the history of the human race. Discoveries and inventions, both good and wicked, propelled human society to new heights of technology, knowledge, and power. Yet as man's mastery over the Earth grew stronger, a sobering discovery was made. The human race would find that perhaps they were not so much in control of the natural world as they had hoped, and that the sciences and discoveries that could propel the species to new heights could also bring about its undoing.It began with an incident in London in 1925, when a live Brontosaurus was supposedly brought to the city, only to rampage and escape. The story was covered up, evidence suppressed, and most believed it to be nothing more than a tall tale. Then, in 1933, the world would be changed forever.Filmmaker Carl Denham and his crew returned from a voyage to a far-off island with "The Eight Wonder of the World", King Kong, a gigantic ape the size of a large dinosaur. The creature escaped captivity and rampaged throughout New York before being gunned down atop the Empire State Building. Kong would not be the last monster to terrorize the United States over the decades. The ferocious Rhedosaurus terrorized New York in 1953, and the United States would face threats ranging from giant insects to giant octopi.
>>6383263I don't think a 1 day tie was the reason for it, specially when he rolled on ties before
>>6382296+1
Where are you, OP ?
Bros...
>>6391369It's over.
You are Marnie, a 16 year old girl living in a digital ark known as City 87-O. All your life, you've wanted to leave, and just recently, you've come close. Along with your Digimon partner, Phascomon, you climbed the Tower at the center of the City and came close to exiting through the spinning vortex that serves as the only way out. Alas, your plan went awry, and the City's ultimate guardian thwarted your greatest dream. The shock and desperation pushed you to overexert your partner, triggering a Dark Digivolution that he only barely survived. With your partner wounded from the attempt, and your friendship frayed from the stress you put him through, you've only just began to set things right again. Now, with your strength greatly diminished, you're continuing your journey with fresh eyes. This time, you'll climb the Tower and escape this stifling playpen. This time, you won't lose sight of what matters. This time, for sure, you and your partner will finally be free.==Thread 1:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6216903/Thread 2:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6254189/Thread 3:Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6422210>>6422237Hell yeah fellas, I hate shillmon, love glup shittos. A crazy amount of them have been recently animated to. Been constantly blown away by how the new BeatBreak season suddenly debuted Fumamon (insanely good animation), Oblivimon, Hi-Commandramon, brought back Astamon, all my faves who I've wanted to write about.
>>6422607>Try to slide into the gaps that the turrets are deployed from. It could be some kind of horrible crawl space that crushes you and your partner, or it could force Brigadramon to get in close and root you out, lest you destroy all of his stationary weapons. That might provide an opportunity to land a good hit.as expected, we're too exposed. We need the turrets at the very least as a fort for Marnie. If there really are maintenance tunnels under the turrets, that's exactly what we need. Might have to fight some commandramon though.None of our tools were really do much while explosives are raining down. We could throw a junk bomb to at least smokescreen which turret we try to pull up whether via tool or brute strength, but that won't last long.
>>6422614+1Cover cover cover!
>>6422608>Been constantly blown away by how the new BeatBreak season suddenly debuted Fumamon (insanely good animation), Oblivimon, Hi-Commandramon, brought back Astamon, all my faves who I've wanted to write about.>she thinks COINCIDENCES exist to that extentI'm laughing at your right now OP
>>6422607>Try to slide into the gaps that the turrets are deployed from. It could be some kind of horrible crawl space that crushes you and your partner, or it could force Brigadramon to get in close and root you out, lest you destroy all of his stationary weapons. That might provide an opportunity to land a good hit.Brigadramon is no normal opponent, they need to take big risk.
It had been a long time coming, with all the danger and boredom that was to be endured by soldiers. Days and weeks in the wilderness, months of training and retraining, and unknown time just... lost.And then there was the mixed quality of leadership, the painful highs and lows of bonding with other soldiers... Of being tied and getting to know people who would reveal themselves to be unstable, or sick, or worrisome... And some of the good ones would just die.It wasn't exactly clear what the point of it all was. Was it all a mistake? Was it a joke? Cruelty? A scheme to make money?The mind and body was exhausted. "Red" was saying that the chance to come home was available. It was time for leave, R&R. Maybe weeks in rehabiliation... Physical and mental. Maybe even a padded room and a cocktail of medicines.
>>6380090Jack looks to crucifix with confusion for a second before acceptance takes over his face. "Fair thing to do with what can happen in the work. Make there be a lord that will watch our backs. If not we will just have to do it ourself."
Someone said that we didn't want to lose track of Godmother or Jack, so here you go.https://discord.gg/kDWbTwGY )The extraction makes most of the group nauseous, but after several hours, along with proper showering, drinking, and eating... It ultimately doesn't matter.The group is contained inside a safehouse inside a cabin, inside some woods, inside a timeline that isn't documented very well or labeled. It could be a fragment, a post apoc, or a regular world.
>>6381599(Done.)Godmother welcomes the presence of modern amenities again, which help put some distance from the frontline combat he's seen. He now has a defensibl location again, which helps with stress management. Mostly he's spent time taking inventory and attempting to monopolize any and all explosives to rig manual perimeter traps. Nothing that would accidentally blow anyone up, so he says, just "insurance".
>>6381599Whelp new area I guess means taking stock of things. Maybe send a scout to map the area and hope for some supplies to work with. "Now that I think about it more. The base said something about vampires. Should be see if red can bless some water and does anyone know their weaknesses?"
>>6382371Red and moreso Asvos have filled Jack in on vampires, and done proper introductions..
This quest is intended to start out as a setting generation game that will gradually turn into a mythic narrative with your influence affecting more specific events as the world becomes more definedThe starting assumptions (open to be altered) are: A single earth-comparable planet orbiting a yellow star, supporting water-based life forms with an emerging hominid intelligence.to begin, pick one or two of the following categories, and add a description of a development or feature in their/its natureCosmic: The overarching nature of the universe or the planetary alignmentSolar: Involving the sun, the cycle of orbit, the source of light and heat and energyMeteoric: The composition of the atmosphere and celestial phenomenonEnvironmental: The terrain, the composition of the ground or the climateOrganic: Any kind of living presence, distinct lifeforms or biological developments Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6374012>Meteoric Organic: A colossal asteroid careens into the planet and from the rubble sprout networks of thick, colorful vines.
>>6374012>Solar Majestic: The "Sun" above this world, is no sun in truth, but a ball of blazing divine ichor orbited by the planet and smaller moons, bathing them in the essence and "love" of the being who bled to create this strange sanguine system, imparting them with life and divine spark
>>6374012>>6374015>Sapient Organic:The vines sprout buds of vegetation and meteoric rock, splitting, growing, shifting into a kaleidoscope of living species embedded with stone. Some lose their ability to harness the sun's love directly, eschewing green flesh for crimson as they devour their fellow organisms. From this primeval chaos rises a sapient species, able at once to consume others for sustenance and channel the divine might of the sun into mystical rites and miracles
Once upon a time in Kirigakure there was a young gennin Kunoichi ready to do ninja stuff.This Kirigakure was not the same village it used to be 150 years ago. The bloody days were left behind and children needed to get into adulthood before they could start serving their village as alien magic ninja soldiers. The seventh Mizukage, Mai Terumi, is set in making the village a great place where everyone can be happy.( Welcome to "Filler Chronicles" a joke and low quality drawquest set in what I remember of The Village Hidden by the Mist (Kirigakure) from Naruto. It will have very few text because this is an excuse to make many fast drawings about cute ninja girls).
She never got to have her clan...
>>6375394Welp, it was good while it lasted
>>6375394:(
>>6375394Welp, was fun while it lasted. Sad to see it end so soon.
>>6375395>>6375490>>6375702>>6375774Sorry, I'm not made for heavy lifting. I'm just a cheerleader.
Today has proven to be what the children like to call "a mixed bag".On the one hand, your most recent achievement has secured your legacy as the Great Artificer Rinaldo mac Tamera for centuries to come. Your life's work on the transfer of immortal souls between mortal vessels finally came to fruition in human trials. For the first time in history, the successful transference of consciousness from one body to another occurred through a fully understood mechanistic process that can be repeated without the use of divine magics. Thanks to you, resurrection and immortality no longer belong to the realm of miracles, but instead lay within the bounds of mankind's science!On the other hand the reason for the rather impromptu field test of this technology means that you probably cannot return to your home Realm any time soon. See, for various reasons the Jade Star Emperor decided to execute you - the Great Artificer Rinaldo mac Tamera - on a set of trumped up nonsensical charges. He could have just charged you for sleeping with one of his thousand wives, but unfortunately cuckoldry is not an offense punishable by death... and it would have been far too great a shame for him to admit. The exact charge was High Treason and Conspiracy Against All Life, the latter of which had not been dusted off since the Void Cults got killed off a thousand years ago. So for the crime of comforting a lonely woman, off came your head. Though not until they destroyed your atelier, and your sub atelier, and the ateliers that you had set up on various orbitals across the system, and the ateliers you built a few star-jaunts over on the Astral Plane. They burnt most of your books and journals, too, countless references and decades of accumulated knowledge gone up in smoke.Then they killed you.Then you woke up in the one atelier they missed. The one atelier you kept in such a grand backwater that you're quite certain that the locals never even heard of a Jade Star Emperor nor understood that all humanity across all material planes belonged to the Jade Star Empire. You forgot you even kept spare bodies in this place until the connection pulled your soul from your corpse and into the body you currently occupy. Looking at your current self in the mirror, you suddenly remember why this facility had a back up body to begin with.Golden hair, golden eyes, long slender ears and limbs with wiry muscles beneath a pillowly layer of squishiness. A fair sized bosom that you never had in life, and certain things in particular that are missing and replaced with other things that are best left unspoken.Looking out the window, you see a beach and signs of a tropical climate. You built this atelier to have a workshop attached to your off-the-books vacation home. Of course it would have the ability to grow homunculus bodies for your use. You didn't expect to be living in the Mark One Elven Beauty that you designed on a whim, but it's miles better than being dead.
>>6376347>Of course, you helped them clean themselves. That's one of the reasons you know that their bodies hold no charm for you.
>>6376347>Of course, you helped them clean themselves. That's one of the reasons you know that their bodies hold no charm for you.Sex with Serie!Vigorous, babymaking sex with Serie!!
>>6376347>Of course, when Francesca offered to wash your back, you let her and returned the favor. Though, is it normal for... nevermind.
Welp
>>6376347>Of course, when Francesca offered to wash your back, you let her and returned the favor. Though, is it normal for... nevermind.It seems the Jade Star Emperor caught the QM...
Welcome to the Kingdom of Pangria, the only home you've ever known. Ruled by our mighty King Elion we have long since snuffed out the mysterious dark forces that once plagued our lands. It's been sometime since a monster sighting has occurred, but the darkness that once was has not been forgotten. The Queen passed shortly after the great battle and for years now King Elios has remained a recluse.-?- If you want to roll a character----choose an animal-------choose a class====== I will decide the rest======-?-If I like your character-- You will receive art and the character will have a role to play in Pangria.-?-If you don't receive art-----there may already be an animal of that species in use in the story already. ---I will decide the protagonist, once a protagonist is chosen we can continue.
>>6371248>>6371249>>6371250As the tired lawman places down the last ballot handed to him, a gentle breeze enters the room... mixing his neatly organized stacks together into a messy pile half falling off the table side. His body barely moves after a brief pause, then slowly he begins shuffling all the piles together and starting over with his counting giving a side eye to the room acknowledging the mistake quietly as he counts again.
>>6371239I'll vote for Fenren because rats are peak
>Bellfuh character themehttps://youtu.be/CMyvIDLAub8?si=7lEjgt74jQHUb_Sz>>6371255If not for the racoon, I'll vote for Master Pello. He sounds interesting.
>>6371244>>6371255I vote for Saki or Lacsar.
In for Fenren and the mouse-keteers
Nine years ago King Aiden Perenolde betrayed the Alliance and sided with the Horde of Orgrim Doomhammer. Nine years ago Prince Alric Perenolde, the second heir of Alterac was sent into exile for his own protection. This exile turned permanent and Captain Normand Garside, your guardian for the past nine years made sure that you were safe and learned the useful skills that would help you in the future.Now you are ready to carry the responsibility and unite the scattered Alteraci people and reclaim the lands that were once the Kingdom of Alterac.Malevus had marched into the Stormwind Keep wearing her red Silverthread dress and made everyone marvel at her. She had united those who were willing to help you and with Jaina by her side she had retrieved your sword and faced Arthas in a duel. Malevus won and he had lost. With you freed you had faced Varian in a verbal duel and in the coming days secured a strong position to yourself and the Alterac while ensuring his fall.With the Edict of King Terenas being lifted in one year, Alterac would grow stronger with each passing month. But what came next could change everything, the orcs were on the move with Thrall pushing for rescuing the orcs in the Internment Camps. At the same time Pai and Eligius were out there somewhere trying to rescue your little sister from the Syndicate.The dice were being cast and in the middle of all that stood you. You thought you were going to be ready, but would hope carry you far enough or was it one step on the road to disappointment?Welcome to Alterac Resurgent Quest!…Twitter: https://twitter.com/MedivhQMComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
I have started on writing the new thread. It will come out either tomorrow or on Sunday.>>6419292I noticed that too, pure accident really. Ranvis I just decided on it as it rolled nicely on my tongue and Ragis by the way is a play from Regis, the second in command of Great Khans from Fallout New Vegas. The whole Stonedon storyline very heavily took inspiration from the quest in FNV where you decide what becomes of the Khans.>>6419026Annabel will report if necessary and the Master Alchemist Cinesra doesn't need to be hired, just the building requiring him needs to be build.Eligius and Pai have not gotten any updates on their stats, at least not yet.Dwarfs and the forgeries happens in the background. They are happy that you informed them about the fake guns. Fel turnip will be brought up later.>>6418997Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6419958>Tomorrow or SundayAlrighty then.Oh yes and one more thing, we still need to talk to Raleigh about Radan's paladin chances lol
Ice hockey interrupted me, God I hate 3vs3 OT it is such a shitty way to decide who wins. Either way, update nearly ready so the thread tomorrow!
>>6421155np
>>6421671>>6421671NEW THREAD! GET IN HERE!
Today is October 12th, 2024. You are a normal person, living a normal life, remaining completely unremarkable among over 8 billion others just like you. Today, you are going to manifest psychic powers, and your life will very rapidly cease to be normal. Who are you?> Jacob Porter, male, 25 years old. Works 2-3 shitty wagecuck jobs, splits rent with a tolerable roommate, almost exclusively engages with political media, thinks world is doomed.> Rebecca Sims, female, 28 years old. Homeless, addicted to heroin, probably some sort of undiagnosed mental illness. Got fired from her acting job after years of mounting stress and misery, lost her apartment, got disowned, and was never able to pick herself back up.> Casey Russo, nonbinary, 20. Junior in undergrad for computer science, participates in three clubs, in a sorority, has a part-time job and an internship with the campus. Uses amphetamines, sleep deprived, going to crash and burn.> Pete Pruitt, male, 36. Lives with his parents, works a shitty wagecuck job, entire life consists of helping his elderly parents, working, watching escapist slop, playing vidya, or gooning. Definitely has some sort of depression.> Thomas Duarte, male, 52. Lives alone, survives off social security and renting out some property he inherited. Alcoholic, stopped trying to quit over a decade ago, children and ex-wife hate or avoid him. Has pancreatic cancer that will kill him in ~8 months.> Robert Writt, "male," 31 years old. Uses /lgbt/ and /pol/ consistently, chud, closeted trans woman, hates himself, moderately suicidal, keeps to himself, has a decent job and splits rent with two roommates.> Gabriela Cabrera, female, 24. Always loved reading and writing stories, and was pressured into college. Has no long-term life plans, a knee-deep pile of debt, and a few months until she has a degree in literature. Deeply avoidant person, only thing keeping her sane is her girlfriend and some high school friends.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6369787psychic /pol/tard quest, go!
>>6369506> Jacob Porter, male, 25 years old. Works 2-3 shitty wagecuck jobs, splits rent with a tolerable roommate, almost exclusively engages with political media, thinks world is doomed.
>>6369506>> Gabriela Cabrera, female, 24. Always loved reading and writing stories, and was pressured into college. Has no long-term life plans, a knee-deep pile of debt, and a few months until she has a degree in literature. Deeply avoidant person, only thing keeping her sane is her girlfriend and some high school friends.Given the options, it looks like this quest is set up to be one of those "lolsorandumb" ones. But if not, here goes. (Perhaps someone should hijack this?)
>>6369506I'll vote for the middle aged Spiderman lore ripoff Pete Pruitt.Else I'll give a +1 to the Jacob Porter squad.>>6369787>that isn't a boring tumblr lesbian OCYeah all of the characters seem half assed, but who knows maybe OP can read the room.
Uh . . . hello?
