A lot of people were really excited for the new millennium. Some were panicking about Y2K and others said that too much money was being spent to fix the issue for it to happen. Besides, fridges and planes didn't have advanced clocks in them.But MREs can always be eaten later, and farmers, if they have the money, can save up produce, stockpile some firearms and ammunition, and buy a few months of gasoline ahead of time. You were more prepared than that, and so were plenty of "survivalists" and "preppers". But none of you expected what actually happened, and now you're in the early spring woods of Wyoming, during the late 2000s, trying to cobble the world you knew back together. Choose your faction / strongest allyNORADBased in a heavily fortified, underground complex in Colorado Springs, NORAD serves as the last organized remnant of the splintered United States military and government. They represent humanity's greatest hope for reclaiming North America by spearheading the "Great American Bug Hunt" and utilizing their vast resources to supply and coordinate independent militias. To combat the alien threat, NORAD's scientists also develop radical, top-secret initiatives like living "Organitechnology" weapons, a trained psychic combat corps, and genetically modified human-Bug super-soldiers known as Splicers.The League of Free CitiesLocated primarily in the Pacific Northwest, the League of Free Cities is a loose federation of nine large, fortified bunker towns and numerous smaller survivalist settlements. These thriving communities share rudimentary trade routes, a cellular communication network, and a mutual defense pact that allows them to quickly unite and crush any attacking Bug swarms or Warlord gangs. Exceptionally well-stocked for the post-Meltdown world, the League boasts active mercantile exchanges, large caches of pre-collapse weaponry, and even a rudimentary air force of gliders and gyrocopters.The Wyoming Free IrregularsComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>64186883. Having enough for a long while just means that there is still a day we will be plum out of luck. Also the bugs are a threat as long as either they ain't dead or people are still using electricity on a grid. The WFI isn't safe from bugs unless we can exert our will on the dumber citizens on using electricity!
Rolled 21, 14 + 25 = 60 (2d100 + 25)>>6418746
It's a bit hard to update when there isn't a lot of interest and it was harder when the outcome was so bad. I had to spend a few days trying to think of if everyone just died or what happened, but then I thought of an answer. [B]Then I got IP blocked for posting too much??[/b][b][red]-4, No AND[/red]/b]It was a very difficult process trying to convince people that maybe we shouldn't be connecting ourselves to the main grid. The whole grid went down and as far as we knew, a lot of the world went down with it. That didn't make any sense... There was power plants and facilities that hadn't been updated in the 1980s, so they didn't have computers. Not to mention, at least one or two survivalist's mentioned.. Unix and somehow about how Y2K was a problem with uh... That software...The explanation that people understood was that software was like if you had a diesel engine or a gasoline engine, or if you were a woman or a man. Software decided what the computer could do and how it worked, and how you worked with it.There was some weird mathematically problem with Unix software, where it counted up to a certain point and past that, it would glitch and max out at the highest or lowest possible number. Some of you said the magnetic poles moved, some blamed the illuminati, some blamed aliens, some "the bugs", some lizard people, and even some blamed zombies. Quite a few others just thought it was some technical issue, terrorism, or some rogue state. Maybe it was the CIA? ---Regardless, using the radio to listen was likely fine, but being connected to the rest of the power grid and the internet would expose us to whatever took everything out earlier. If we did setup a grid, it should be local and be monitored. Besides, gasoline should be for trucking the sick or going to fetch antibiotics. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6423189I don't know how quests are supposed to work. Maybe we need saiyans? Does having saiyans make quests popular?
Rolled 26, 18 = 44 (2d100)>>6428272I don't understand the quest rules. Are we supposed to roll?
It has been a year since you, Courier Six, drove Caesar’s mighty Legions back across the Colorado River and sent the Bear black west with its tail between its legs. You harnessed House’s robotic army to secure the Mojave. Since then, you’ve brought peace and prosperity to the newly minted “New Vegas Directorate” with the help of a growing bureaucracy headed by your closest companions.The road has not been easy and you have recently “cleansed” Zion from the Boomer Blight, an engineered plague that had the potential to end the wasteland. With the immediate disasters handled, you now look forward. You have begun the rehabilitation of Big Mountain and welcomed waves of Enclave immigrants to New Vegas. Now, you are celebrating independence day with the rest of the Mojave. With so much already behind you and an even longer road ahead, what awaits Courier Six, now The Director?
>>6440648Ave to the Courier! this is pretty good I also saw your stuff in the other quests
>>6440648I have no words anon, this is one of the coolest pieces of fallout art I've seen and the fact that it was made for some silly quest I'm running means so much. It's just such a kickass banner and I know exactly how to implement them. Thanks again anon, you made my weekend with this lmao. Seeing this makes me too excited not to start the next thread earlier so be on the lookout for that
>>6440651Thanks for the appreciation! Np.>>6440668Thanks ! I hope you likes those too then :)>>6440761Ah i am glad you appreciate it this much. Thanks ! I think your quest is pretty great. In fact you will be surprised but at first i wasnt even sure where i was going with this image back then lol. I had in mind a sun, other wasteland creatures etc.... But after writing here for several threads, looking at what you and other anons said, and then the quest return i commited to a coyote with some cybernetics.Then i added the words and after that the colors. Then everything else because why not. And I think it somewhat fits the differences of the NVD : what it is, what it wants to be. So enjoy it, maybe it will inspire you for next thread.If we are lucky other anons with skill or even just an hobby in drawing might try to make something else for the NVD. I am not sure if i will make more. Maybe. Need to think about it.Thank you again for the high praises, Survivalist. I wasn't sure how you would have react to it. I am a bit reliefed.
>>6440648Awesome work anon. This is great.
>>6440821New thread, picking up exactly where we left off.
The Caretaker Quest - Part 10This is the 10th and final part 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 Slytherin (previously stuck inside her head) free to continue his quest to control The Beast, an all powerful ancient creature accidentally created by Merlin.>You went through Merlin's trials chasing Salazar in order to stop him>You actually managed to kill him and stop him from unleashing the end of the world>Sadly, you wasted too much time and now The Beast is fed up and ready to escape on its own>Jumped into the end of reality in order to stop it once and for allWhat will happen now? Let's find out!Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6454425>Isn't she like a plushy right now?Plushieghostussy then.>Anyways I have no idea what to vote.I mean, I made my own choice clear but if nobody convinced you, you're welcome to abstain and just help with the rolls once something wins or write in your own idea.
>>6454425I second >>6454431 don't feel pressured to vote for what the others are voting for, you can just wait to roll or propose your own idea, that's always welcome.
>>6454416seems pretty clear that Merlin was still free to do whatever he wanted despite the whole "controlling all magic" thing
>>64546291: We're not Merlin, he's literally a cheat character.2: The option's description say it's basically an eternal prison and unless someone roll a 100, I expect it to be just that.
ok, just to make sure before i lock the votes and start writing the next update...are we SURE of these votes? no last minute changes? you all good with your votes?
For thirty six years I have looked to the Mad Star for guidance, hearing in one ear his most solemn whispers, and in the other, a gibbering laughter beyond all reason. I have watched the glint of hallucination root itself in the minds of the doubtful, and I have felt the tremors of abandon creep across my bones.I have seen the gates of Oblivion beyond which no waking eye may see. Behold... in darkness a doom sweeps the land... This is the 12th of Sun's Dusk, the year of Akatosh 433. These are the closing days of the Third Era... And the sunset of sanity in Mundus.- Cadmius Cavestes, Mumbling Priest of Colovia=======================================Welcome to The Madhouse Crusade! In this quest, you play as Sheogorath, Daedric Prince of Madness and Creativity, Lord of The Never-There, The Trickster, Fourth Corner of The House of Troubles, and Sovereign of The Shivering Isles. But, you weren't always who you are now. You once told yourself that 'Daedra are the embodiment of change', and permanency too, and plenty of other nonsense. You used to be you, too, but also, you were someone else, a Champion for the Shivering Isles... And before that, a Hero... A Hero of Kvatch! That's right, he was... She? You were a hero from Nirn, you had been released from prison by a fateful encounter with the... Emperor! That's right, what a nice guy, whatever happened to him? It's so difficult to recall exactly... Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 68 + 10 (1d100 + 10)>>6416480
Rolled 60 + 10 (1d100 + 10)>>6416480
Good results
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Recounting Our Hero's last adventure, A young man strikes out into the dangerous, ungoverned land of Axegaurd to make a name for himself. Formerly a librarian from the frigid northern kingdom of Holuthheim , This hero uses his smarts and his skills with a blade to tackle the quests he was given. At his side is a former soldier, a Beastwoman with a foul mouth, a noticeable drinking problem and an unmatched skill with hand to hand weapons. Khyber, as she is called, offered to temporarily join our hero but agreed to stay by his side a little longer, so long as he'd provided an adequate amount of alcohol . Our Hero's second party member is a neurotic but well meaning mage. Her name is Xiphos and the esoteric school of magic she follows demands the worship of strange beings of light that grant her holy abilities. She is here to fight the worshipers of darkness who plague these lands, even if she is anxious about everything. Including fighting darkness. Our previous tale ended with a beginning, a farmer offered nearly all the coin to his name to Our Hero and his party. The job, on paper, is simple "get rid of the succubus that has been attacking my town by any means necessary". What this band of heroes will soon find out is that this job will not be as simple as they believed it to be. For night has fallen on this lawless lands, and in the cover of darkness the succubus lurkswaitingpreying...>continued
>>6452725>>6452734>>6452780>>6452884>>6452920(I know right? it's an adorable sketch)One down, three more to go. Our Hero suggests going to the marketplace to set up the trap. It seemed open enough for attack but has enough cover to hide from the monsters. Our Hero asks his two friends for any input on this plan. Xiphos nervously asks if he just came up with a place for the trap now, Our Hero confirms this suspicion, clearly embarrassed that a key part of the plan wasn't considered before it was executed. Khyber commends him for his thinking"I'm sure they'll find that freaks body by the time we make it to the market, can't imagine they'll hunt very aggressively now. Especially after my handy work"she adds "huh... hey you don't think we're going to have to hunt THEM now right? I mean they're smart enough to hold a conversation, sort of. They got to be smart enough to be on the defensive after realizing their 'pray' can fight back"The realization also hits Our Hero, moving forward they're going to have to make an active effort to kill the succubi rather than just waiting to be attacked, depending on how this fight goes they may not even have reliable bait or traps. Our Hero considers interrogating this one before ending it's life. It wouldn't be impossible to find the rest in a small town like this but any help would make it easierComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6453501>1.)Take some time to observe the area and find an optimal place to set the trap
>>6453501>2.)Rush to the middle of the marketplace and set the trap thereCounter argument, if they can think and understand traps, the last thing we need is to give them time to think. Best case we're forced to stay a long ass time here. Worst case they trap us, or just flee somewhere.
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Monday night, your last day to live. Last day to live free, that is, y’know, because you have work tomorrow? Haah, your jokes don’t even land in your own head. What a pain, four years of education just to repeat the same old song and dance week after week. But don’t worry, you’ll also get to head back to the Site the week after this, too! Fun. You let out a breath and flick your mouse wheel, a calming, familiar sensation. In front of your eyes, dozens of games you’ve never bothered to open scroll past. Hey! Least you didn’t pay for all of them. A household steam account is the largest sign of technological advancement in society. A modern-day miracle if you say so yourself. And you do. That is, if anything can catch your eye. But lately, you’ve been hard-pressed to find time, or drive, to try out anything new. So you scroll past hours of potential content and fun and close the tab.Or, you would have had your eyes not land on an unfamiliar title, Fantasy Quest 7: Rebirth. A small download, barely even a gigabyte, accompanied by an art style that leaves a lot to be desired and barely any reviews. In other words, a gem. An uncharacteristic smile splays across your lips. Maybe this’ll do. A closer inspection of the store page finds that it actually has no reviews, like there’s a chance you might be the first human in the world to play this. That thought is accompanied by a read through of a rather fitting description: [Do you desire more out of your lot? Wish to venture where man has never ventured before? To explore treasure-filled depths? And carouse with the loveliest of maidens? Then step no further than into the newest installation of Fantasy Quest! An experience magically-made just for you!] Cute. But where the fuck did your friends find this? Wait, how the fuck is it in none of their libraries– That’s it. You click install. You’re curious enough for now, and besides, you eye the group chat, the chances you’re gonna get to do anything else fun tonight are pretty slim…
>>6455349FUUUU-- No wait they'll get done, I promise!!!>>6455348You sigh in frustration. You never liked having to give ground or wait for others to catch up, especially not when you can do just fine yourself. You have to console yourself with the fact Elspeth might ‘reward’ you later to even make this call… Honestly, that’s why you’ve liked adventuring with the girls so far (besides the obvious reasons). They all at least have the minimum capabilities needed to keep up! Goddess, when was the last time you met someone like that? Middle school? Yeah, that was it. When you were throwing yourself into fight after brawl for no other reason than you were bored. There was one girl… What was her name again? Ah, you suppose it doesn’t matter now. “Fine.” You bark, “Elspeth, locate the nearest point we can drop these guys off!” You shout over the sounds of–JUST FALL/DIE/ACCEPT ALREADY–of that. “Alright, just give me some space.” The pretty princess shouts back as she moves into the middle of the Holy Dominions' faltering line. “Oh, baby, I can give you way more than that.” You mutter as you press a few hotkeys on the system's menus and cast [Chain Lightning] to stun the bigger enemies and knock the weaker ones out.“Come on, c’mon!” Elspeth whispers as she sorts through the cacophony of noises coming from the transmission stone in her ear– “Aha! Imperial troops have cleared out the experimental testing ground! We can use the factory's monorail to get there in less than twenty! Good thing we cleared it earlier, huh?” Elspeth says, reassuring herself that forcing you to waste time clearing out a railway was worth it. You don’t need these crusaders in here! Why bother about something as inconsequential as transporting them?You roll your eyes. You could [Blink] there is less than half that– but whatever. “Vesper, take point and cut a way out of here!” You shout.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6455359All in all, It’s really not that hard. Your mind basically clips the encounter like the human brain is prone to do when doing a repetitive task, like washing dishes or driving. As the monorail rocks and sways on the artificial leyline beneath it, you even get the strange feeling that can best be summarized as ‘how the fuck did I get here?’ Ironically, many of the faces on the crusaders are the same, though it’s more to the tune of ‘how the fuck am I still alive?’“Copper for your mind?” Esmerelda coos as she strokes your charcoal hair.“No, it’s nothing.” You shake her off. You wonder how many warforms you killed today. Hundreds? Thousands? You hope it’s thousands.“Oh, it’s just… You’ve seemed out of it today, darling. Lost in memories?” You’re trying hard not to think of those memories, thank you very much.“No, it’s just–” You look around the train, at the couple hundred or so men and women who survived the siege of the warehouse. You wonder what they’re all thinking, the Demon Lord, Goddess curse his name, is dead. Killed by your own hand– and yet here you are, here they are. Still fighting the same enemies. Hells, two Demon Generals are still kicking. “I wonder when this is all going to end.”The witch lets out a soft breath and kisses your temple, near the [+25 MgATK Circlet], since something needs to help your magic damage after you put most of your experience points into>Strength>SpeedComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6455360You continue to follow Seventeen through the facility with an anxious step. This isn’t right– simply not right. Whether she likes it or not, Seventeen is your friend now. And while that completely goes over your morals of being anything more than cordial with your boss, the twenty-something life/death situations you survived together trumps that. You- you’ll just have to keep thinking. You’ll find another way– sure, you haven’t even purified a single warform, yet. If you’re not counting disintegration as a form of purification that is– but you’re the one writing the story here. With your Runes you’re pretty sure you can do ANYTHING. And if that means trying something crazy like a [Divine]-[Purification] then by Hell you’re going to at least TRY... Maybe you should try something on the next warform you see– even if this place has gotten pretty empty recently.“Um, where are we going?” Luvettel asks, completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere around her.“We’re going to take a shortcut through the logistics offices. If the caretaker hasn’t shuffled the facility around too much, it should connect the production belts to the Heart.”“I…” Saki starts but stops herself.“Assurance: we’re close to the end now, whatever that may be.” Seventeen assures as about a dozen standard-issue warforms leap from the bulky machines in this area. You don’t even flinch as you conjure [Metal]-[Sword]s from the machines that spawned them and use the [Wind] to fly the swords around at your leisure. You cleave half of them in, well, half while barely breaking a sweat. And not even a minute later, the others deal with the rest. You're more surprised at how good you all have gotten at this whole ‘killing’ thing in such a short amount of time than at the actual ambush. Or maybe everyone else was already at this level, and you just needed to catch up? Except Bong, of course. He’s, uh, what? Moral support? He carries your last two leystones so maybe he’s an equipment jockey? Is that even the skeleton of a dude?“I can see the overseer’s offices." Seventeen announces while pointing up to a gargantuan membrane overlooking you. "It’s just up the stairs– mind the teeth.”
>>6455361A few flights later, you find yourself in a surprisingly ordinary office– if you ignore all the corpses melded to their chairs. The great window behind you breathes as it overlooks the machinery of the floor below. Shredded papers coat the floor like snow, and the air smells about as bad as the rest of this place. You can't wait to take a shower, man. As you proceed through rooms and halls, you see a similar sight repeated over and over again– dead warform guards next to beings melded to their chairs like the warform at the security depot. Scars on the facility show signs of struggle, and you can even feel the lingering [Arcana] from spells cast. A fight must have happened here, as a group of what must have been crusaders cleared this place office by office. And it isn’t until you’re deep in the region before you find the first signs of life– or unlife, as it were. As the corpse of a woman shambles aimlessly amongst ruined cubicles.“Finally, some action,” Saki mutters as she levels her rifle, ready to blow off some steam. However, before she can fire–“Wait!” Luvettel screams. “I-it’s not a warform!”“And?” Saki asks as the zombie meanders over, arms raised and mouth agape. Ew, its tongue is hanging on by a thread of [Muscle].Luvettel positions herself between Saki and the corpse, making the former lower her gun with *Tsk* and the latter focus all her remaining eye on the small demon. “D-don’t worry, y-you're in pain a-and I can help!" She says as she approaches, gently cupping the corpse's head with her claws. Somehow this seems to pacify it. "I-i can relieve you of all that painful, icky, smelly flesh covering your nice and perfect bones–”From the corner of your eye you see a flash of light hurl itself towards Luvie. Before even thinking, you cast a huge wave of [Dispel], making both the firebolt disappear and the zombie fall over, dead. Again. “Back, b-back!” You hear a voice shout from the next office. As more zombies file out of it into yours. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6455362“Look, Brother–” Seventeen goes to say but is cut off by more shouting.“Get away! BEAST! Come no further!” The cultist shouts as his fingertips radiate fell energies, rather similar to Luvettels.You, uh, are probably going to need to deal with this guy before someone gets hurt (him, not you).>Attempt to diffuse the situation with words>Use a combination of powerful runes to make him pass out in fright (or use them in another way?)>...Try to purify his zombies? It can’t be too different from a warform, right? But will you even be able to bring one of these things back to life? Is that a good idea?>Just shoot himComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
At the same time that the Straw Hats were having their adventure in Skypiea, a young couple inspired by Eustass Kidd had stolen a rowboat and set out on their own pirate adventure in the South Blue.Since they were still hours away from any islands they decided to settle the matter of who should be captain of their crew and who the first mate. Since they didn't want to fight for it or even had the room to do so they had picked a peaceful way to settle things."Rock, pa pers, scissors. "Sho ot!""Another draw?! We've been at this for 10 minutes already."Yeah, maybe we should try something else. How about a coinflip? The blonde haired boy took out a coin."Call it, babe. Heads or tails Who will win the coinflip and become captain?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6431889Okay the curse got me. Hot oil while cooking on my non-dominant hand. No idea if there are any burns yet but posts might slow down
>>6432457Have a photo of my arm, as you can see it's not terrible but it is not fun either
>>6432491Yo just use a potato peeler to get rid of the skin and nerve endings where it hurts. Or, vaseline or aloe vera or something.
>>6432491No offense anon, but that's a very girly arm
Hope your doing better and the curse didn't strike again!
Constraints breed creativity.This 100 Rule Quest and the universe it takes place in are to be forged by the combination of a set of rules created by the players.We'll explore how the rules interact, perhaps exploit the limitations, and navigate the chaos.
Rolled 13, 9, 2 = 24 (3d20)>>6455064>>6455094>>Try to seal it in a thick glass containerI'm going to need dice+1d20+3 from three players to determine if they structure the glass to withstand the oozes attempts to escape.I gave them a bonus because I imagine Lunarian Lagomorphs living in a desert have experience constructing strong glass structures.>>6455032>burn it to ashThe safer option eliminates possibilities, good, bad, cool, and catastrophic, but it didn't win the vote.
Rolled 7 + 3 (1d20 + 3)>>6455301This is the funniest approach
Rolled 3 + 3 (1d20 + 3)>>64553017 lol
Rolled 2 + 3 (1d20 + 3)>>6455301
Rolled 3 (1d12)>>6455301>Rolled 13Oh, a critical success, well that can't be beaten. Well, if they also get crits... Maybe if they roll high, it'll hold for a while and it'll escape later...>>6455316>Rolled 7Critical failure >>6455325>Rolled 3>>6455328>Rolled 2Oh my...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
That was a nice nap.The warm sun was now hidden behind the clouds. That blanket of warmth being absent explains your waking.You pack your things, clear your camp and go about your journey.Your destination:>The celebration of the end to the War against the Dark Lord>The expeditionary town to explore the ruins of the Lost City>The king was calling for any magician of worth to the Capital, the reason is anyone's guess
>>6412917It's extremely common, as are slow updates these days.>>6412937Good to see you back, though, QM.
ETA?
>Leaves>Returns to insist he hasn't left>LeavesTruly a clown world
>>6412937>The celebration of the end to the War against the Dark Lord
>>6418401He meant that it's not a new low, not that he didn't leave.
A quiet dripping sound slowly wakes you. The room you wake up in is dim, dusty and cramped. As you stumble to your feet, some of the junk that is lying around seems familiar, but nothing you can fully recognise. A broken crystal is illuminating the torn up books, broken machinery and furniture and shattered walls inscribed with gylphs. You were lying in a pool of strange, viscous liquid that spilled out of a barrel. You wipe the residue off, but your skin seems to be absorbing it. With each second you feel more alive. You drop down, frantically trying to smear some more on your skin, but the spilled liquid does not seem to have any effect anymore. You pick yourself up, dragging your left leg behind you, and look around. The room has two exits, one leading left into darkness, one leading forward and is dimly lit. You find a mirror shard and peer into it. You see a smooth clay-brown face with red, intricately carved stones for eyes. In the middle of the face there is a button nose and an axe wound that passes for a mouth. It is a stranger's face. You try to recall any memory of your reflection, but you are drawing a blank. You cannot remember anything about yourself. Terror races through you and you toss the shard into the nearest wall, causing it to shatter. You kick the the only table that survived the assault on the room with inhuman strenght, breaking it in three pieces and smashing what remained of the bookcase. Stunned by the power of your strikes, your anger subsides and you think on your next move.>Search the room for clues or useful items>Take a crystal shard and explore the left tunnel that is shrouded in darkness>Explore the forward, dimly lit tunnel>Write-in
>>6434741>Determination gives her stronger will (+1 WILL)>Shoot him with your crossbow (+1 archery)>Fend them off with your dagger! They won't take you alive! (+1 blade)
>>6434741>Determination gives her stronger will (+1 WILL)>Attempt to heal him (+1 restoration magic)>Fend them off with your dagger! They won't take you alive! (+1 blade)
>>6434741>>Determination gives her stronger will (+1 WILL)> Toss the stew on him and run (+1 streetwise)> Jump up to a chandelier and swing to the top floor to freedom (+1 acrobatics)
Rolled 3 (1d3)>>6434767>>6434796>>6434914Locked-in for Belle and Lily. Lori has a three-way tie. Rolling to break it. First post is 1 and last post is 3.
>>6435081Tossing the stew it is. Writing.
It’s a beautiful Thursday morning. Nobody says that about Thursday, but yesterday was such a great day that it spilled over. You want to keep that momentum! Taking down Youhao will be hard to topple, but you’ll forgive yourself if you have a good relaxing day. Nothing fancy. The day before, you partied yourself out. Today, you’ll recover. Does this count as keeping momentum? You know your team will appreciate this pace. Memories rush back from yesterday night: The railing talks, the food, the karaoke, and the unforgettable moment with Pumpkin. It’s starting to feel like your relationship isn’t cursed. Speaking of, you wonder if she’s around. She couldn’t have left this early in the morning, right? This is earlier than your usual waking time. She can’t elude your breakfast! But you can’t expect anything from this girl…You get up from the couch… to drop back onto its comforts. No reason to stand up, these pillows were meant to be sit over. On the table, a glimpse of a note catches your attention. It’s addressed to you. You turn your head back to notice your room’s door wide open — and no one inside. Pumpkin is either gone, or is in the kitchen. You can hear someone whistling inside the latter…Wait, that’s not whistling, that’s chirping! It must be Crossbill. In that case, you assume this letter belongs to Pumpkin. How old fashioned. You wonder why not leave a message on the phone. You assume because it’s more personal. That’s what Bradford Jr. says. He spent the night with her, so he knows better. It feels like you should read it at a later moment, but curiosity can get the better of you...You have a long but relaxing day waiting; well, it’d be more relaxing if you didn’t have to go to school… You’d think that a curfew would stop that crap, but you have the feeling that’s long lifted if Pumpkin is nowhere to be seen.You have too many things to do…What do you do?>Check on the bird in the kitchen. What’s Crossbill up to?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6425884>Maybe the Nurse should check on this patient before deciding if you’re willing to let her go… (Maybe even more love?!)Double trouble?At least I hope so! :D
>>6425884>Look for the blue ghost with a perverted presence who you took note of. That blueberry must be hunted and teased for what she did! (Stop here.)As punishment our blueberry has to be that surprised idol we promised
You can’t get ahead of yourself! Your lovely nurse has to check on the patient before deciding if to move on or not. Yes, you’re the doctor, but you trust your staff’s judgment more than your own. Does that make you a hack…?“Want Rora to check on you before we move on? If you catch my drift?” You wonder. “A nurse’s word is as good as mine.”“You’re back to role-playing?” Matilda is half-amused.“I’m a professional.” You adjust your glasses.“Doctors don’t sleep with their patients.” Matilda retorts.“Well, not most of them…” You know one pretending to be a nurse who does… With you. It’s Kata. “Fine, bring her over. Let’s end this charade properly.” Matilda sees it as a good way to regroup.Shortly after, Aurora sneaks inside the infirmary! You didn’t call her over, she showed up on her own. A routine check up, it seems. You tell Nurse Rora to check on the patient. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6426946He fucking delivered
>>6426946>Matilda's absAlways glorious. Thank you for running!
The Emperor's very own Angels. There's the 9 best known ones, the 20 or so somewhat heard about ones and then there's the rest. And you soon will become one yourself. Still a 12 year old boy you were selected to become a neophyte. The first choice you make is not really your own, but that of fate.Pick one of 4 Space Marine Chapters to be part of. This choice stays unchanged for the whole Quest. Pick 1:> Nanoq Claws> The Pride> The Eyes in the Trees> LancebearersThe rules are standard. Write in the choice you want and the majority voted choice wins. I will try to update the Quest 1-2 times per day, if there's enough response for a clear winning opinion.(all chapters have been randomly generated using a rolling table)
>>6416280>train to become a real bannerman> psyonic excellence - try to expand your psychic powers maybe you can become a real psycher (requires D100 roll)> warriors - fight against a foe in the crusade (chaos, nids, t'au)Man, I do want the 3rd heart, but getting locked into the mechanical spirits it's like a no-no to me. Mostly because we naturally have to aid the heads but we also have a connection with the nids, and if we get now the machine spirits it's a lot going on.
Qm?
I believe in him
qm everything good ?
>>6418562...Do you still believe in the QM?
“This is suicide. You'll never make it across. We already lost a squad of our best men and upper brass won't even allow us to retrieve the bodies. What makes you so different? Why would the Inquisition choose you?” The grizzled guard stands firm before you ready to intercept you should you try to push past him. It was a shame, however, that you had already positioned yourself between him and the bridge as the three of you talked. “He’s right. Anyone who’s tried to touch the bodies has been shot on sight.” The promoted E.V.O rookies adds, “You sure they didn’t want us all to rush the bridge?”“No. I’m afraid it was just me she wanted to cross. Any more people and we’re liable to push the enemy into doing something drastic. You guys are to stay here and keep anyone from fleeing.” You explain before turning to face the captain. “As for why me? I’m afraid that’s something only the Inquisitor knows. I will say that the previous squad did allow me to find most of our enemy’s traps. I must admit that even one is enough to take me out. But you don’t need to believe that I’ll make it just that I have not plans on dying right now. Whether I survive or not, part of being an adventurer is having to find out. Now if you don’t mind I have a bridge to cross.” You adjust your cuffs and draw your cloak around your body before flashing a smile and drawing the hood over your head. “Allons y…” You mutter as you turn and start to push through the crowd. You can feel the eyes of everyone on you as they part to let you pass. You can feel your heart rate pick up slightly and you wonder if you would have felt this way had your career truly taken off. Pro teams always stood before the crowd right before the match. You had never played before a crowd before and the several hundred stream viewers always felt so distant compared to everyone around you now. Then again, you never hyped yourself up this much when you did play professionally. Putting on a persona always seemed like too much effort and wasted energy when you could be focusing with your team and practicing. Yet here you were, acting like you were some kind of super player. Did everyone expect you to fail? Did they want you to? You weren’t sure but part of you couldn’t help but feel eager to see how they would react if you did succeed and that seemed to help balance your nerves.
>>6454082>Lead them to the tunnel but tell them to stay put. You'll get lead them back out once this is all over. They should be safe enough hiding inside the tunnels so long as they don't start wandering deeper into the caves. Probably.
>>6454082>Lead them to the tunnel but tell them to stay put. You'll get lead them back out once this is all over.I sure hope the explosion won't reach that far down. They can barricade themselves, but the primary defense is staying hidden.
>>6454082>Lead them down to the next dormitory. If there's more workers down there, the two groups have a better chance of holing up and fortifying themselves down there.
>>6454082>Lead them to the tunnel but tell them to stay put. You'll get lead them back out once this is all over. Best bet we have available right now, really.
>>6454082>Lead the workers down to the tunnel Luca mentioned. They'll be out of sight but they'll have to navigate through the caves alone. It'll be better than staying out in the open.
You got hit by a truck and were about to be reincarnated into a different world, but the goddess you met in the afterlife was actually a huge pervert!?She was so depraved that she wanted to have a loving family with you!Also you had a harem of slaves. But they're all consenting and into it so it wasn't bad. It was clear that Herta, your first wife and the Goddess of Creation, was projecting her fetishes when she made the world. So you had to deal with the planet being mostly comprised of women that were desperate to have babies in a loving family.Masochism wasn't unheard of when it came to women, with a large (and vocal) minority making it obvious that pain was their pleasure. Again, you had Herta to blame for that.Not the worst place to get isekai'd into, all things considered.Your name is John Doe. You have tons of beautiful wives that would happily follow your whims. You could make cool crap thanks your Lunacy Savantae; a type of madness/hyper-focus that let you build things that defied the laws of physics. From mechs to robots to more mundane things like typewriters and radios (even though the latter two already existed, the fact that a Savant created them apparently made them pretty desireable), all of it was possible so long as Herta gave you divine inspiration.Life was good.===
>>6409663Oh we are in fantasy Switzerland
>>6409650Welcome back QM>>6409651>Give them 10g each to spend in the markets. (Lose 70g)We should probably stop giving them money everytime we come here>>6409660>Talk with Aldaron in private.Clearly he wants to so we probably should>>6409662Damn we have a lot of real estate, we gotta get city state maxxing soon.
>>6409924>We should probably stop giving them money everytime we come hereAbsolute poor behavior, both in spirit and action.
>>6409660>Give them 10g each to spend in the markets.>Talk with Aldaron in private.
>>6409663Thanks for running.
ORThat Time I Got Isekai'd Into Game Of Thrones As Joffrey Baratheon, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the RealmWarm... Moist, and warm...I thought death was supposed to feel cold. It's warm, though- warm, and moist, and soft.My back hurts.I must have died though, else why would I have gone from feeling cool and content to warm so suddenly? It was not like exiting an air-conditioned building into a summer day, no, the change was much more stark. There was no transitory sensation of cool to warm, even a quick one. It just changed: I was in my car, and now I'm somewhere else.Gods, but death smells foul.Gods? I don't believe in any God, much less a pantheon.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
> “I- There’s no excuse, your grace! I should have had Rowan or Phoebe or- I’m sorry, but it was the COMET, grace. Forgive your simple maids for taking notice!”“You are all forgiven, Priscilla. Please just- take me to my bed, and reheat the kettle.”My words seem to relieve Priscilla somewhat, and she hurriedly gets her broad shoulder under my own arm, nearly lifting me up off the ground as she carries me back to my bed. When we enter my bedchamber, we encounter Phoebe and Rowan, who seemed to have been hurrying into the privy. > “What happened? Is his grace alright?”Phoebe asks urgently, seeing Priscilla carrying me no doubt deepening her concern.> “T’was nothing, child- his grace just gave me a small fright. She must have screamed when she found me, it’s the only explanation for why the sum total of my apartment maids are congregating in my chamber. Strong as Priscilla is, she’s also gentle, and deftly lays me back on my mattress with all the Mother’s tender grace, not causing any new pains or aches in the effort. She leaves my bedside to start another kettle.> “Even still, perhaps we ought to summon Maester Pycelle. Phoebe, would you fetch him?”Priscilla muses as she starts the draught.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rowan pouts playfully, batting her eyelashes and stroking my head. Of all my maidservants, Rowan is second only to Phoebe in comely features(and truly only because of the larger endowments the Maid and Mother saw fit to bestow the latter). Rowan’s smooth, olive skin and auburn hair suggest a heritage from across the Narrow Sea, or perhaps even Dorne. Truth be told, all of my maidservants torment me, having become much less restrained with their particular charms and flirtations ever since their boy king fell off of the wall and stopped treating them with such disaffected cruelty. I recall several instances of having cornered some of them, fondling them over their clothes, ogling them and making crude remarks from back when this body did not belong to me, and though they played the part of the eager maiden well enough, Joffrey seemed to be aware that they knew acting otherwise would spell a speedy dismissal- or worse.For my part, I have made every effort to restrain myself from anything beyond gallant courtesies, remarking on their beauty in a distant, gentle manner before moving the subject along, never giving into temptation. I swear it on my mother’s life.They have not been making it easy, though- it may be that their king’s sudden disinterest in molesting them has given them anxieties as to the security of their station, and some of them have taken to ramping up their wiles. Would that my back was not injured, I still have trepidations about engaging in any sort of illicit indulgences, although I am at a loss to explain why. Is it the imbalance of power in the arrangement? The fact that this body does not belong to me and is hardly thirteen to boot? Perhaps it is only that Martin Carter’s timidness around the fairer sex is one aspect of the old life that has kept with me.In any case, I am in no state to tumble my maids, even if I desired to. My back aches worse than it ever had before, there is a seeping chill in my bones that refuses to be coaxed out by even this heavy quilt, and the vision in the privy still occupies my mind. These past few weeks, my nights have not only been free of maidservant sexual abuse, they have also been free of those vivid and disturbing dreams that plagued my first two nights in Westeros. At first, I had considered the tinctures I imbibed in to help my sleep might have contributed to my nightmares, but on the third night I had slept as peacefully as a babe, and on the fourth night I rested even better. By the end of my first week, I could hardly remember the dreams at all, though I still keep well away from the Godswood.
This dream, though… it was different, and not just because it was a waking dream. The sheer black against the potent red, like I was standing simultaneously within a blaze and its stark shadow makes me shudder just to recall it. Even with the shadow advancing toward me, threatening to swallow me up, the worst part was still the comet revealed, hatefully iridescent atop a column of black cloud. Tomorrow, those around me will point up and call it “Joffrey’s Comet” and say that it is a good omen for my long reign to ingratiate themselves to me. My uncle Stannis will be told by his red woman that it is a herald for the return of the legendary Azor Ahai, living in his own flesh. The Northmen will look to it as a promise from their Old Gods of vengeance for Ned Stark, and their rivals the Iron Islanders shall say that it is their Drowned God calling them to war. Across the Narrow Sea, Daenerys Targaryen shall burn everything that is precious to her and emerge from the embers with three living dragons, perhaps this very evening. The milk of the poppy does little to ease my back, but perhaps I am only impatient. I sip it down, savoring the hot liquid, which does at least begin to thaw my chilled body from within. Priscilla, Phoebe, and Rowan offer a final temptation- merely to sit at my bedside and keep me company while I drift to sleep, but I give them their leave, not unkindly. My head swimming pleasantly, I stare up at my ceiling, my feather mattress and downy pillow threatening to swallow me up in the most comforting manner possible. Tomorrow is my name day, I remember. I’ll have to pardon Ser Dontos, or better yet, keep him from participating altogether. No need to put Lady Sansa on that nonce’s radar. The parade is of my own design, and so I have no clue what shall transpire there, but so long as I keep my dog close at hand, and my stags, I don’t anticipate any trouble. My uncle Tyrion shall be making his return as the acting Hand of the King. I do not know what I shall do about Tyrion. He would be a powerful ally, and I quite like the man, but he is dangerously clever. I’ve been anxious about his arrival for many days now and have ruminated on how I shall handle him in this very bed shortly before sleep has taken me.
I tire of plotting, though, and for the first time since I have assumed the role of King Joffrey Baratheon, I take a moment to recall my former life- to really remember. I am Martin Carver(or was it Carter?), a 32 year old accountant, now deceased. My father passed away when I was in high school, and my mother, now old in her years, never remarried. How cruel, that old life, to force such a warm and caring woman to outlive both her husband and son. My only comfort- and sadness- is knowing how few shall miss me as dearly as she will. I have had involvements with a handful women in my time, but none broached the sort of passion that overcomes the tedium and inconvenience that so many modern relationships seem to fall victim to. They will be sad, I’m sure, to hear of my passing, but only just sad. No children, no true friends, no lovers- only an old woman to mourn me, who died in the sunset of his youth. An unimpressive youth to be sure, but if I had the choice, I would surely return to my original life than linger in this new one.Why am I here? Why Joffrey? Of all the men to be spirited away from reality and placed into this low fantasy epic, the cosmic powers could have done a far sight better than Heinz Canning Plant Accountant Martin Carver. I have never, in my old life, had any authority beyond a clerical management position, I’ve never swung a real sword with the intent to kill, and I’ve certainly never had other people truly want me killed. Admittedly, I am not unhappy, either. How exciting, to be at the head of such a complex apparatus, to live and breathe this world that has fascinated me for so long, and to have an opportunity to change its course. Until the Father, or the Red God, or Old Gods, or the Stranger-blessed Many-Faced God appear before me to tell me my purpose, I shall continue to strive to change the fate of this world and those within it. Let them tell of Joffrey the Unmad, who forgave the girl that pushed him off the wall of the Red Keep, who put his cruelest advocates to the sword and who made concord with the King in the North and his pretender uncles both and marched an army of Southerlin warriors to the wall to stay the onslaught of the true enemy of the Seven Kingdoms, the hated Others. Let the wildlings beyond the wall that forswear their raiding to occupy the gift, let the Dornishmen have their revenge against Ser Clegane, and even Lord Tywin if it please them, and have my Stags scour the Seven Kingdoms for Tysha, that she be reunited with uncle Tyrion, and let all of the children of Eddard be found and returned to their lady mother Catelyn Stark. Let Roose Bolton and his bastard hang, let the Iron Islands be subjugated once more, let the Nights Watch flourish with an invigorated manpower not seen for thousands of years. When Daenarys Targaryn should finally find her way to Westeros, let her come upon a realm of peace and prosperity that she dare not threaten with her war to reclaim her dynasty.
Silly, sweet dreams, I tell myself, my eyes closing.When sleep finally takes me, I find my dreams become even sweeter.>>>6424526
