You are a young woman, who one day wakes up invisible. You don’t know how, you don’t know why, and maybe you don’t want to know.In this story, you play as the invisible girl. Maybe you want to know why this happened and find a way to turn back.Or maybe you don’t want to visible just yet, and take full advantage of your status.But first, who is the woman?Name: _____Age: : _____Appearance: : _____Location (where does she find out she’s invisible?: _____Background (who is she?) : _____
>>6354450>It clicks
>>6354450>It clicksThis quest is probably dead, but I'll throw in a vote.
>>6354398Name: >Willa WespAge: >23Appearance: >pic relatedLocation (where does she find out she’s invisible?>fell asleep during a study cram in university, she slept through the entire night and all of her test>everyone looked for her and thought she was missing>tried to tell them when she was in the library>people thought she died and her ghost haunted the library
>>6354406>that entire backstreetAre you looking for (you)s?Also what the fuck is up with these captchas?
>>6356682As for actual location I don't give a fuck. Make something up faggit OP>also Brapton anon this pic related is you
>You are a human Fighter>Your age, sex, name and appearance are up to you>Str 14>Dex 14>Con 14>Int 14>Wis 14>Cha 14>Choose a fighting style, Archetype, background, two extra proficiencies (four in total) and a feat from this site: https://dnd5e.wikidot.com/fighter>increase one ability score by 1>You have 2500 experience, and are level 3.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6354930Yes but QB is really good at it. At least the first two seasons, the rest are meh.
>>6354930I neither. I'd prefer we play a guy character, but failing that I'd +1 a different background.
>>6354267>+1
>>6354267This, and adding VI and "Thunderpennius" at the end of his nameThere are enough goonbait quests here, not enough badassery and basedness in here.
Op?
In Cultural Evo, you will control a small but growing tribe, interact with other tribes, and watch as culture, belief, and tradition evolve over time in response to events, scarcity, and contact with others.You may form alliances, enforce taboos, invent rituals, start wars, or disappear entirely.Lets start simple. We got three tribes. Three people can control a civilization at a time. We will begin when at least 4 players have assigned themselves to a tribe. Tribes are assigned first-come, first-serve. Next post I will show you what traits are and how we play with themFor the real OGs this is a revival for a series of threads that I loved over almost a decade ago.
>>6356094Yes, the trade is good.
The wind blew forlornly through the abandoned forum.
>>6359396And the tide receded and ebb came to last forever.
A shame this ended soon
Was a fun read. Miss you sun god.
This is BillHe is King of the HillChallenge him in battle for the right to rule this moundRules of battle are thus:>KOTH and the Challenger each roll 1d6>The current streak is added to the Challenger's roll>The winner is the one with the higher value, KOTH wins a draw>The winner may take the items of the loser>To join post your Challenger with an accompanying image or description>Choose a starting item with one of the following stats>+1 die>+2 pips>+3 value>+1 itemComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6367675Thanks for taking over. Last two days were annoyingly busy.Streak should be at 6 now if I'm not mistaken. Not taking any of the items, gotta upgrade the gem first.
>>6367771no worries.
Rolled 5, 2, 5 + 6 = 18 (3d6 + 6)Hello its me, the funny onigiri man from Ringing Tides. Can I tell you about Sheep, Wolves, and the FUCKING EVIL that is leading us ASTRAY?
Rolled 4, 4, 4, 4, 1, 4 = 21 (6d6)>>6368167You've come to the wrong house if yer trying to sell something. Unless you have any free samples?
The Onigiri Man became a marketable pillow sheet in all the chaos
Hey, hey people. Yog here.Recently, I have been consuming works of the highest form of literature, which is to say: isekai light novels. Now, you might ask me: "Yog, how can you consider this low brow weeaboo garbage literature, let alone its highest form?" and aside from all literary works being the ramblings of people half as clever as they think they are, I would answer you this: There is something beautifully self-indulgent how the genre is delightfully unapologetic in serving up what the readers desire. The readers want a protagonist they can reflect their personalities onto? Well, this guy's personality has been polished away to a mirror sheen.They want a loving harem of 10/10 beauties with chests that come in all shapes and sizes? A new girl will be produced to specifications with each passing volume.They want to uplift the ignorant savages into the modern era? Don't you worry, no one has ever conceived of crop rotation, let alone the four fields system pioneered by Charles Townshend in the 18th century.Every minute detail catered to the whims and fetishes of the readers, with the most popular garbage rising up to the top of trash heap and receiving the honor of an official publication. We do in fact love to see it. We love to see it so much, in fact, that today I have decided to engage in a little bit of isekai nonsense myself. Just a little, though. Mrs. Yog-Sothoth doesn't like it when I poke too many holes in the fabric of the space time continuum. She says "Yog, my dear, you keep doing that and the whole universe will unravel", and who am I - a humble streamer of the 21st Dimension - to argue? After all, my dear wife is many things: tallow skinned, silver haired, the sole heiress of some simply huge tracts of land in the state of Massachusetts, a loving sugar-mama with a very generous trust fund (thank you Old Whateley for your wise investments), possessing of an adorable horn growing from her brow, with bags under her eyes from the countless sleepless nights from... let's call it "knowing the unknowable" and move on.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6354477>>Flee into the wilderness. Surely one of you has had survival training and know what to do, right?
>>6354477>>Run down into the Dungeon. The labyrinth connects everywhere and everywhen in the world, so get ready for a T R I P.
>>6354477>Head to another Demon King's castle. Maybe you'll be able to find an ally there.griff he
>>6354477>Run down into the Dungeon. The labyrinth connects everywhere and everywhen in the world, so get ready for a T R I P.
A shame that this died early
Humanity has spread out into a massive sprawling empire throughout the galaxy. The edges of the sprawl remain poorly guarded and sparsely settled after all humanity throughout a thousand stars has always been alone save for their own creations which once waged war against them. This is no longer true now an unknown force has begun to attack sector 63 and other sectors and it is up to poorly supplied and desperate sailors to hold them back.You are the Admiral of the naval fleet of sector 63 one of nearly a 100 rimward sectors on the edge of settled human space. The war has finally turned in humanity's favor the once unending horde of bird ships, who you now know are called the Argono have finally ebbed away. The war is not yet over for yourself; a large enemy fleet has formed and seems intent on finally ending your harassing attacks by striking your home port of Carth. In the last few weeks you've been striking the main body of the enemy fleet in an attempt to weaken the blow that will fall on your home. Your fleet soon arrives at Cartha having finished your last ambush you should have at the current rate of enemy advance roughly a week before they arrive here. A significant minefield greets you at the jump point exit hundreds of the dangerous weapons scattered in a circle around the point. A signal from the fort which is visible from the jump point is the next thing to greet you, a friendly greeting from Colonel Roose who is legally in command while your gone. It also includes a request for a meeting at some point. The defense of Cartha can be broken up into three distinct types: static defenses like the fort and mines, naval in the form of ships and torpedo boats operating out of the fort and finally the army which currently mans the fort and holds several positions on the planet. Which to visit first?>The fleet>The army>Static defensesComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6382748You and your wife never did produce any children your gone for long periods of time and it never really felt right, outside of a whole heap of medals a large amount of the naval aviation schools modern training material is recordings of your engagements, there are quite a number of animated videos on the coreworld internet of the battle of Cartha and they seem quite popular
>>6382750Probably only 2 or 3 generations removed from broad swaths of the population thinking we're a fictional character and our recordings are propaganda
>>6381972Lets see if my area is still under a range ban.>>63819721. Dead America.Would like a more detailed approach rather than the larger battle picture. Left alot to be desired.>>6382750>No KidsWhat BS is this? I would have voted to go to the core worlds if this was known (and wasn't under a range ban). Hell we can just pimp out our officers quarters and make an entire deck for our living arrangements. Like all we have to do is stop by for less than 15 minutes and she's ready in 9 months. Should have just divorced so she could enjoy her live back home.
>>6383667Wow look a new quest!
>>6383671
You are planning to murder somebody. You are an unassuming person of 28 years of age. You would consider yourself well-educated and quite cunning.No significant other in your life. You work four days a week in an office for a cookware company in Scholton, a nearby town. You would not describe yourself as particularly empathetic or emotional, and the idea of killing someone strikes you about as unsettling as the idea of shooting a deer in a hunt.What kind of killer are you?>Detailed plans and schemes, creative deaths. I have a complexity fetish.>Impulsive and brutal. I make a mess.>Sadistic and drawn out. I just want them to hurt for a long, long time.>Sexual. I’m a slave to my impulses. Aren’t we all?>Simple and efficient. No frills. No fuss.>Quick kills but I leave clues and evidence to taunt the police and public. I want a chase. I want to be seen.
>>6353929>House directly backing the Whitlick Forest. Will likely have a backdoor camera. Relatively good part of the suburbs. Nearby convenience store and small theatre provides an alibi.I would never want to place myself anywhere near the scene with an alibi, but access to the forest is good. Cameras are a problem, but it's something we're going to have to learn to deal with. There are two types: DVRs and cloud. DVRs are preferable as one could remove the micro SD cards from the cameras and dispose of the DVR and harddrive, but their absence is itself evidence of foul play. Not sneaky. Cloud storage doorbell cams are limited in coverage but virtually impossible to erase once they've captured an image.Killing the power would disable the cameras if they are not connected to battery reserves such as an integrated home security system, which some are, but most people cheap out and avoid the expense.At our skill level this is likely the best bet for now. Gain entry, strangulate victim, cut power at the breaker, remove victim from premises to woods, return to home, restore power, leave the way we came with any evidence, return to woods, and use knife to butcher the carcass of the victim. We can bury fillets of human meat to decompose quickly, and transport the skeleton in a trash bag for crushing, steaming in a pressure cooker, blending, and pouring down a storm drain later.
>>6353929>House directly backing the Whitlick Forest. Will likely have a backdoor camera. Relatively good part of the suburbs. Nearby convenience store and small theatre provides an alibi.Cameras are annoying
>>6353929>Last house on the road out of town, neighboring the highway overpass. Covered by the shade, but no easy access to the forest. Very likely a poor area. Probably few cameras but also never peaceful.
>>6353929>>House directly backing the Whitlick Forest. Will likely have a backdoor camera. Relatively good part of the suburbs. Nearby convenience store and small theatre provides an alibi.
>>6353929You're not responsible for your players' dumb choices OP. Just write it. They wanted to be retards and leave the gun at home so they can deal with the consequences. We're gonna have to breach through a window to avoid the cameras most likely, and then deal with whatever is inside.
Something shook the blackened acid-metal surfaces of the cylindrical capsule - the piercing tip breached its way into the fleshy and distinct cavity. Inside of the transverse was a number of crystal tubes, pressurized with yellowy chemical sleep - helpless figures inside. Each was clad in a tight elastomer suit, covering the mid thigh to the shoulder and lower jaw, with a circular cutout from below the ribs to the upper pelvis. The suits dug into the skin, the flesh beneath bloated with chemical sleep - several, in fact, had grotesquely filled the tube in entirety; gurgling and moaning as they suffocated, pressed against the crystal.A few did survive - recent memories crudely wiped, and re-implanted with the nature of their mission:> Primary goal: Destroy the Furnace Record> Secondary goals: Kill Pontainlou, kill Germfather Gustav, destroy the Gas Injection Depot.Any agents that survive to complete the primary goal, will be psychically broadcasted directions on how to be safely extracted. Completion of secondary goals will reward additional pardons and indulgences. Surviving agents:> Fusil - Grapevine Cult PsychicDescription: A grotesque mystic of the apocalyptic Grapevine cult. Believes in the great coincidence and upholds the cult doctrine. Skin is pale grey like all clones, lips are drawn back from drinking tumor wine. His forehead is engorged from his overdeveloped brain.Skills: Knows basic psychic abilities.> Marmora - Insect Ranch MidwifeDescription: Buxom farmhand from an insect ranch, where creatures are grown for repurposable biomass. Skin is pale grey like all clones, her hair is wiry and curly. Body is muscular and disproportionate from rearing mammoth grubs.Skills: Immense strength.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6352941>>6352941> Cross upon the hill’s crest and bypass the commotion.>Give Linter the smokes
[Cigarellos lost]Gentle Giant sisters.... it's... over.
+1 We need more aura, sound insteresting.- Support calltoaction.now
>>6352941Don't you have a story to tell? (Story to tell?)Don't you have someone to kill? (Kill?)
>>6352941>> Approach via subterfuge and attempt to incapacitate the jackboots, wringing the prole for information.
It is the 27th of July, 1944. The 4th Armored Division prepares to take Coutances. You are an M4 Sherman tank and its crew, at the tip of the spearhead. Who are you?Tank Type: M4 Sherman (Early) (75mm)Tank Name: _____Commander: Sgt _____Gunner: Cpl _____Loader: Pvt _____Driver: Pvt _____Assistant Driver: Pvt _____>Write-In Names>>Write-In Backstory if it fancies you
Rolled 36 (1d100)>>6353137here goes nothing
Rolled 46 (1d100)>>6353137[barking intensifies]
Rolled 32 (1d100)>>6353137
Rolled 9 (1d100)
>>6353160>So did you roll behind the scenes last time we lost a tank or was it simply destined to happen?Everything outside the narrative is done with a ruleset I've taken from a board game I own. When you lost the tank, and everything that's happened "mechanically" up to this point, has been rolled for, in some way or another. Everything "narrative" is my own writing and doesn't conflict with the rules much. >Are certain rolls going to be higher = better & certain others lower = better?Expect most rolls in this game to be lower = better. >Are rolls going to be best of 3, or just however many rolls are made, one will be chosen?Kinda more "go with the flow" with this one. Still figuring that out myself, sorry.
Welcome back! Don't worry, you didn't miss a thread, I just completely failed to label the prior one correctly. That aside, last time: Mark worked his assignment at Wayne Manor and set off a domino chain that eventually led to the raid of Scarecrow's most recent Fear Toxin Laboratory, funded by Kal Quincy Late.====Previous Threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Gotham%20City%20Beat%20Cop%20Quest===="I was just checking in." You say, trying to stay casual. "He was one of the first calls I ever took and I promised to look out for him.""You promised?" Caesar asks, he pauses for a moment before following up. "Did you promise my dad?""I did." You reply quietly, like your words could physically break the stillness in the air. "But uh... there is something worth celebrating still. We nabbed Scarecrow today.""Woah." Caesar marvels."Did Batman help?" Isabelle chirps as she gnaws on a plain tortilla.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6389259Damn, Vic got him.Don’t look at the red eyes QM. Don’t do it, don’t go into the light!!!!
>>6389259>>6389889Sorry fellas, some rocky life stuff going on at the moment just trying to get a handle on it so I can stop thinking about it and focus on this.
>>6390162Take your time bub, I'm right there with you. It's a dark season right now, but we're gonna make it out ok. Will put up a prayer for you.
>>6390162It’s all good man. Life always comes first.I hope everything turns out alright for you.
>>6390162Do what you gotta do, QM. We'll be here when you return. Good luck!
Welcome back to Our Brave Boys, a quest that is more about worldbuilding (or loredumping) but also a somewhat light RP setting. You are all young men of 20 years of age and are part of the Nation's Apprenticeship Required for Male Youths, otherwise known as ARMY. The Nation is one of many countries of the Empire, but after decades of suppressing Republican Revolutions, the Nation emerged as the leading faction championing the Monarchy, placing the late Princess of your Nation on the throne as Eternal Empress.The quest essentially runs as a world event where you are all common soldiers who have little control over the progression of the war, but are nonetheless free to write bits of your characters' thoughts and even subtle actions to bring life to your characters.The Nation has a mandatory conscription policy for all young men, who must serve for 5 years after conscription at 20 years of age. Nearly a year and a half has passed since the quest started, although new boys are welcome. You might want to skim through the archive to understand the lore.To get conscripted, please take a look at the instructions in the first thread: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6220569/OOB2: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6258776/OOB3: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6309125/SummaryYou are the junior brothers of Lexion XXI, 41st Artillery Cohort, Battery Green, Section 1.The Empire has been ever watchful over Republican Revolutions in neighboring states. When the Southern Principality erupted into revolution, Legion XXI was commanded to establish a foothold to prepare the rest of the Imperial Army to land for invasion. You and your brothers had successfully assault and captured a small port town just outside the Ancient Capital, holding it for a few weeks. Just then, the rest of the Imperial Army arrived...
>>6377952>The day was still young, and the Legion needed to push as far in as they could before the enemy could organize. There was a brief moment of pause to rehydrate and eat some chow, but the cohort continued to push. Most of the time you were holding security, sometimes you positioned your guns around a corner just to watch a street. It seems like most of the fight on your part of the city was over, and the infantry was just moving to clear rooms.>You heard echos of gunfire across the city throughout the day until the evening. That's when you were ordered to sit tight and secure a perimeter. Every platoon and battery had their own sector to cover, each one in charge of rotating their watch. Battery Green was placed in an apartment building, with Section 1 on the first floor and section 2 on the second. Your guns were parked behind the building, and even that had to be watched. Goro Jojoro even managed to sneak back despite his healing shoulder wound. Some of you overheard Lieutenant Shino Nozo communicating with other officers."I knew we vastly outnumbered them, but I expected more heated resistance. I don't like this."
>>6377954>Naro is exhausted after a very busy and stressful day and missing his shower>After the escapades of that morning and preceding days, loading shells and moving the gun all day takes a lot out of you>Add to that being shot at and doing direct fire at targets from close range in confined urban locations(!)>As gratifying as it is to see more things explode, he wonders if there's better ways to do this than dragging an exposed artillery gun around under fire>Imagine if the gun had armour to protect itself and its crew and an engine to move around by itself>Or they could drop bombs from one of those airships he's heard of or even a mechanical bird>He'll bring some of these daydreams up to Nezu later, he might find it fun to sketch since he seems a bit down lately and he doesn't like to see that>He does overhear the officers' concerns, but what can he do about it other than be extra vigilant on his guard shift?
>>6377954>Seeing someone in his own gun get nicked in the arm wasn't exactly pleasant, but Kiro wasn't soft. What worried him more was the possibility that the next one might not have been just a nick..."Why do they have us running around with the guns like this anyway? Feels like we're damn infantrymen, but with a giant metal weight dragging us down..."
>>6377954>Gorkau thinks it strange that the guns are parked, not deployed. Surely securing the perimeter would be easier with the big guns pointing, and threatening?>He listens as Lieutenant Nozo talks of concerns, and starts to worry himself. Where could the enemy have gone? Does the city have levels lower then this, where they may be concealing themselves against barrage; or have they soared elsewhere, to take or to find a thing they think more important?
>>6377954>The stress of the battle is getting to Ichigo more and more. The war is arduous, but he knows they have to continue.>Hearing Lieutenant Nozo's concerns, Ichigo starts to worry as well."Is this an ambush? Are we getting tricked? What if they have something up their arsenal? A bigger weapon perhaps?">Ichigo spends the night doom-thinking what kind of super-weapon the enemy may be possessing
You are a failure. Your life was an unmitigated disaster. A comedy of errors that would be funny... If it wasn't you. You USED to be a star. You USED to shine brighter than any other. You were a prodigy. You used to be... Someone. Everything you ever wanted and needed was within your grasp and you lost it.Now, though? You're nothing; your purpose has been ripped from you and you can't let it go. Everyday exists for you to daydream about what could have been. A pointless and painful exercise in imagination.However, you've realized something. If you can't achieve your dreams maybe your children can. It wouldn't be you, but at least your child would embody some of your essence. Their story would start from you- you would be an undeniable puzzle in their greatness.And that's almost enough.The question is... What was your passion? What is your regret?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6352536>Massacre
>>6352536>ScandalWe did a Griffith and slept with the Princess, our child is the bastard.
>>6352536>Write-InRape>>6352708Tie-in with this
>>6352536>ScandalSomeone found our teenage twitter account
>>6352536>Health
You are Tristain d’Rusalka, a noble from the United Kingdom of Fodlan born with unique abilities bestowed upon you by the Goddess. You have journeyed across the sea to the desert kingdom of Morfis after receiving an invitation to join a mysterious competition. Though you know little of the trials that lie ahead, the winner of this contest has been promised the hand of Morfis’ Princess, Yulia Xan Phanes, in marriage. Seeking adventures, thrills, and battles that would be worthy of your might, you embarked on this strange voyage with nothing but your trusted axe.After surviving the deadly third round of the competition, you have made it to the top eight of Princess Yulia’s suitors. The final round consists of a tournament, which sees you up against the strongest warriors from four different nations. Whoever comes out on top shall be crowned the next King of Morfis. Do you have what it takes to rule?>Tristain d’Rusalka>Level 42 Wyvern Lord (EXP: 20/100)HP: 78/78 (130%)Strength: 42 (75%)Magic: 32 (50%)Speed: 29 (40%)Defense: 33 (70%)Resistance: 28 (50%)Luck: 29 (65%) Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>Year 1209, Great Tree Moon>24 Years After the Conclusion of the Fodlan Unification WarYou are Ogier Weaver, younger brother to Bronte Weaver, and the second child of Countess Blair Weaver and Count Ashe Ubert. 20 years old, you are a recent graduate of the Garreg Mach Officer’s Academy, where you’d learned the art of war from the finest teachers Fodlan had to offer. Right after passing, you’d expected to enlist in the esteemed Knights of Seiros, where you would begin your military career in service of the Church, working your way up towards an eventual knighthood. Your future seemed set in stone.That was until the day a letter from Morfis arrived to Castle Rusalka.You’d happened to intercept the mail that morning before anyone else could, and the contents of the letter you’d just read had shocked you to the core. A foreign tournament? Where the prize was the hand of Morfis’ own princess?! How incredible! You believed that everything happened according to the Goddess’ own design, and your receiving of this letter before anyone else was no exception. Was fate calling you to choose a different path?“Hey. What do you have there?”Your heart jumps in fear at the familiar, yet unwelcome voice of your cousin, Tristain d’Rusalka. Five years your senior, Tristain was also a graduate of the Officer’s Academy. However, unlike you, who’d worked hard and trained his body everyday, Tristain had been blessed with dual Crests. An incredibly rare gift that he saw fit to squander as he lazed about in the castle everyday, carving those stupid wooden animals. Still, if Tristain saw this letter, he’d no doubt get the idea to go to Morfis himself. You couldn’t risk that. This was finally your time to shine outside of his shadow!>“Uhh…nothing.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6392128>“A land of sorcerers…” You mutter breathlessly in-between reps of situps. It was hard to believe such a place existed. Sorcery ran in your family through your mother, however, the talent had skipped you. That was typical. No Crests, no Magic. You weren’t like Tristain, who’d had all his talent handed to him. If you wanted to surpass the man, you had to work day in and day out to achieve it. That was why even aboard this ship to Morfis, you would take no breaks. You’d work your body tirelessly in anticipation of the battles that awaited you in the desert country.“Excuse me, sir. Are you perhaps a knight?” The white-haired captain interrupts your workout on the deck. You believe his name was Alvin.>“Not! Technically!” You say, continuing to workout. “But! Perhaps! In spirit! Why do you ask?”“Your horse just defecated across the deck,” Alvin says. “My men aren’t here to clean up after you. How’d you even get that thing aboard?”>“That’s Clover! He…goes with me! Everywhere! No exceptions!” You say with labor.“I don’t care! Clean it up!!”Following your workout, you spend the night washing Clover, along with the mess he’d made. The white steed had been your closest companion for years, and the two of you were practically inseparable. Washing your horse underneath the starry sky and the light of the moon, you felt at great peace. You’d reunite with your older sister, and win the hand of Princess Yulia Xan Phanes. You told your mother that you were making a quick trip to the capital, but imagine the surprise on her face when you came back as King of Morfis?! Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6392131“I appreciate the enthusiasm, but I don’t know if fighting on horseback is wi-” Alvin’s word of warning is lost as the ship shakes under the weight of the pirate’s gangplank. They’d already pulled to your side, and the boarding was now inevitable.>“Leave these curs to me! Focus on keeping the ship afloat!”“Fine, but don’t do anything rash! Just hold them off until we plug the hole. Then we’ll come up and join you!”Alvin retreats below deck, leaving the matter of the pirates to a handful of defenders that include yourself, some of his men, and an impressively built woman wearing heavy green armor. You were sure she could handle herself, but you weren’t taking any chances. You would be their shield, and these villains would rue the day they met Ogier Weaver! You pull on Clover’s reins. The war horse stands on his hind legs, before galloping over towards the pirate vessel. To the pirates on the gangplank, you must have seemed to be a vision, conjured from overindulging in too much grog. But upon leaping over their heads, you prove to be very real. Several of them scream as they topple into the water below. One poor man has the misfortune of having Clover land directly atop him, splattering him across the deck. Wasting no time, your sword cuts into one man’s skull, the Rusalkan-made steel cutting through with ease. “W-what the fuck? Is that a fucking horse?!”“H-he’s crazy!”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6392133>>B): Charge Omar and try to finish him off.Don Ogier would never retreat in the face of a villain surely
>>6392133>>A): Return to Alvin’s ship and link up with the others.
[Illusion of a quest AKA ONE SHOT.]The eternal malice of the sun bothers you from a long and weary sleep.You open your eyes for the first time.The world appears boundless and without form.You open your mouth and let out no vagitus to rend the air.The horizon is empty and full of opportunities.You are but a newborn and yet it is not hard to stand.Let's begin.
How can I open things wroten in post like 132457e982 or smthg ls? Im new
>>6351966Open how?
Rolled 2, 3, 2, 2, 1 = 10 (5d3)Weekend work and break is over. Let's continue.>>6351597Okie dokie. Take it easy.>>63519661. Work on your English.2. On either desktop or mobile, click on the number of the post and it will appear in the posting box, or type it out manually like a madman.Rolling between the following three sets of memories for the ENEMY (5 details, 3 lists -> 5d3):>>6351430>>6351450>>6351466
Rolled 2 (1d4)>>6352590Rolling for the gun natures (1 detail, 4 lines):>>6351430 (1)>>6351566 (2)>>6351911 (3)>>6351914 (4)
Ded?
Last time, you made a bunch of phone calls yet again. Another long spiral of voices going in and out this damn device. Its electronic functions, square shape, and unnecessary brightness displease you. The world would be better without them. One day, you will return to older times, when you read letters — and complained anonymously over billboards. But that’s not now or then.The relevant fact is that Matilda is joining your efforts. The Mafia topic is more personal to her than half of the people here. But not all. Celia and Aurora have big stakes in the operation.Right now, your briefing came to a sudden stop. Once again Lydie dropped a cliffhanger worthy line. Your lovely Beth is a former member of the International Assassin Syndicate! Props to the hyperactive rich girl, when she said she was interested in the prisoner, she meant it. And somehow, she got the information from the femme fatale’s mouth!“Huh… I didn’t know that. I should’ve pressed Beth about her past.” Crossbill is fairly impressed.“Beth is a what…?!” Liu’s mind remembers the events of last night, and her poor frizzly head can’t wrap around it.“You’re making stuff up, Lydie. You should give me back my fanclub. Nobody should withstand a liar in a position of authority.” Vera frowns. “Anyone with me? I wanna see some hands raised.”“Get your own fanclub.” Lydie glares back. Isn’t it yours?“H-How do you have the gall to say that to me of all people?!” Vera can’t believe the shamelessness. “Besides, the point still stands.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6353009The happiness bar jumps from nothing to Max in an instant! Pet-Bulk-Nina has life back in her eyes! All her stats jump astronomically. The monster has been purified into a hero. Pet-Bulk-Nina hugs the wicked villain (a little too tightly for her to breathe), then both enjoy this dessert together! Also, Pet-Vortexia gets her happiness maxed, but with no stat increase.“Best friend! Best friend! Best friend!” Pet-Bulk-Nina wants to stay forever with Clutz!“Y-Y-Yes, we’ll be a great team! Absolutely! Ihehe…” Pet-Vortexia will adapt to this new life.“Did you ruin my build to prove a point?” Matilda is flabbergasted.“What do you mean ruined it? All her stats are boosted now!” You’re right about this.“You went over my authority.” Matilda isn’t all that pleased, despite the results. “I seriously wonder how we’re going to deal with our potential children like this.”“Our potential *what*?” You deadpan.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6353010Thanks for running and happy new year!
>>6353010Thanks for running! See you in the new year!>Johnny" You okay with trying for double digits?"
>>6353010>“You went over my authority.” Matilda isn’t all that pleased, despite the results. “I seriously wonder how we’re going to deal with our potential children like this.”Ohohoho, thanks for running and Happy New Year!
>>6350021What is this quest about?
