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The world streaks past you in dizzying ribbons of neon. Your hair whips back from your face, the force of your descent plastering it back against your skull in wild tendrils and streamers. Flashes of brilliance race across your form as sparks erupt from the contact between your skates and the heavy iron girder underfoot. The magnetic plate laced between the wheels of your skates is all that keeps you from hurtling into mid-air, into oblivion—its deathgrip on the girder is inexorable.

As you crest a bend in the iron riser, the construction site in front of you unfolds. The north of the old city is polka-dotted with these half finished construction projects, skeletal remains of an entrepreneur’s dead vision or gravestones to mark the dignity of investors in a con-man's laundering scheme. Unlike the glowing neon landscape behind you, New Audas is dimly lit. Still, your quarry can't escape you.

The misty, ethereal form of the revenant below you dips in and out of the half-finished projects with a casual disregard for solid matter. The steady drip-drip-drip of old blood leaking from its claws is all but drowned out by the shriek of metal on metal roaring from your skates. Still, you can't help but catch the flashes of ectoplasm white-green as it leads you on a merry chase.

You can't afford to take too long. Your crew is trying to catch up behind you, but delaying the cops takes priority over backing you up. ACPD doesn't bother with the rubber bullets this far north of midtown. You've got ten, maybe fifteen minutes before a helicopter is en-route. The window of the hunt, ever shrinking. You can only hope it will be enough.

With a tap of your toe you disengage your maglock, dropping off of the girder into the rib cage of I-beams below you. A bounce here, a handspring there, and you find yourself in a half-complete parking structure. The cold concrete seems to sublimate an eerie mist in the chill night air, a clear sign that your quarry is still close at hand.

Municipal Cark Park Seven. One of a thousand projects eternally suspended in funding limbo. You're not familiar with the building itself, but you know the template. A half-finished concrete ramp to your right. An elevator shaft, absent its cabin to your left. A long, concrete plain before you. And there, rising from the ground in jerky horror movie stop-motion:

Your prey. The revenant. The burning embers of red light in its hollowed eyes sockets flare with malevolent light, and it lunges to close the gap with unreal speed. A chill races down your spine as the looming shape of your Passenger manifests behind you, a hazy shadow in absence of any light to cast it. A heartbeat from violence. The world slows to a crawl.

> Can't let those claws get into your flesh. Kick on the turbo.

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>>3362879
> The Director’s burning a hole in your skull with his empty gaze. You should attend to the list. [Vitae, Abyssal, Stillness]
I want to get a look at this guys list. see what is on it. more to see who the director wants dead than anything else.
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>>3362879
>The Director’s burning a hole in your skull with his empty gaze. You should attend to the list.
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>>3362879
>The Director's burning a hole in your skull with his empty gaze. You should attend to the list
>Explore the ziggurat further. Anything new in the chorus room?

I'd verbally note to the director that we'll be back to work with him after an inspection of the rest of the ziggurat.

I suspect thorough analysis is at least somewhat appealing to the entity.
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>>3362879
>> The Director’s burning a hole in your skull with his empty gaze. You should attend to the list. [Vitae, Abyssal, Stillness]
I assume we can’t do both or else I’d pick exploring as well.
I’m interested to see what Stillness and Vitae are like. Maybe that’ll help us interrogate spirits without getting bopped by the police.
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>>3364065
>I assume we can't do both or else I'd pick exploring as well.

I don't know that we can't do both, since we don't know the timing or rules of the Maestrom and Ziggurat-space yet.

I just figured "picking a Passenger" would lead to us waking relatively quickly, as their desires are all waking-world focused, so I'd like to inspect our dominion first before returning to the land of the quasi-living.

You're in an alley, a crowbar is being gripped tightly on both hands. In front of you is a bloodied man. Can't be older than 25, not bad in looks either, at least before you pummeled his face with the 20 pounds steel bar.

"Hey, slick! You're finished or not? Me and the boys are hitting the bar tonight for some honkytonk with Sally, you know what I'm saying? Come on the lady ain't getting any younger!"

Fresh blood drips from the steel tool in your possession. Eight. That's the number of times this crowbar met ol' Joe's body. He begged you to stop, but you didn't. Now he's a bleedin' pile of mess by the pavement. Hopefully he won't die. He still owes your boss some money after all.

"Hey!", Lyle's voice streak through the rain and thunder. He's getting impatient.

Taking a deep breath, you walk slowly to a Yellow Ford Mustang. Lyle, on the driver's seat, points his thumb backward to the passenger's seat, though the rain makes it hard to see. Just before you reach for the door handle, lightning strikes and a flash of light was reflected on the glass. Faintly after the near-blinding light fade, what you saw is reflected...

>A young man, presumably just out of high school.
>An adult in his mid 20s, hints of youth still present.
>Mid to early 30s, gruff but not past his prime just yet.
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>>3362471
Leave the body be, her getting OD is not anyones fault. Let's get the fucker with Lyle
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>>3362471
>Lyle seems to know who's responsible. Let's go with that
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>>3362471
>>Call the cops. Being the one discovering the body might push off suspicion off him
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CALL COPU!
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>>3362471
>>Lyle seems to know who's responsible. Let's go with that

You are Yumigawa Rushorou, magically augmented human, Grail War contestant, and first-time killer.
Since awakening in a burning city almost a week ago, you've done surprisingly well for yourself. You saved two of your classmates, entered into a partnership with an enchantress from the Age of Gods, forged a secondary alliance with one of your opponents in the death game you're stuck in, and you've even managed to successfully take out the first of the seven competitors. You've also died repeatedly, gotten into repeated misunderstandings with the women in your life, and been shot in the knee, but the less said about your failings the better.
It's the morning of the sixth day, and you're discussing plans over breakfast with Caster.

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>>3364133
>Anon that still doesn't make us not retarded for just deciding "time to check out suspicious singing"
So what you're saying is that she won't kill us.
>The only thing that tops this in the series in stupidity is Shirou in HA going out alone at night.
So what you're saying is she won't kills us.
>Also the fact that Berserker decided to spare us over killing us should set alarm bells ringing for Yandere Goddess.
So what you're saying is she won't kill US.
>>3364135
Berserkers are threatening by default.
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>>3364088
>>[ ] Return to the university
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>>3364140
Anon there are many things Caster could do to us.
None of which involve killing us.
But a few involving her casting some spell on us.
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So? What you're saying she won't kill us?
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>>3364154
There are Worse things then death.

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In the depths of undeveloped forests, in the shadows of dingy alleyways, in the midst of the glass spires of the rich, forces outside of human ken struggle for dominance over the terrestrial underworld.
This is the world of shadowy wraiths in the backstreets, of eldritch horrors slumbering deep within the sewers. This is a world where sprawling organizations hide behind shell companies, forever conspiring to hide themselves from sight while ancient brotherhoods struggle to uncover their intrigues.
It is a hidden world, a secret world.
It could be your world. But who are you? You are …
>A newly recruited Yakuza member. You’ve seen strange things on the unsavoury streets you frequent, but nothing really strange … yet.
>A fresh acolyte of an ancient brotherhood keen to begin your crusade against those who would threaten humanity.
>An experienced freelancer, for hire by the powers that be whenever there’s something unconventional to bury.
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>”Yeah, I’m fine.” Go into the washroom and close the door behind you.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” you reply. “Thanks for your help.”

“No problem.” Aiden replies. “Me and Olivia will go back to our rooms then.”

“Sure, go ahead.” You felt eager to part ways with the two and continue on your mission.

Aiden turned around and left. Olivia stared at you for a second before turning around to follow her father.

You close the door behind you and turn on the bathroom lights. Sighing, you sat down on top of the toilet seat. That was more exhausting than you would have expected it to be.

But you quickly regain your energy. Soon, you are ready to continue your mission: To seek out and eliminate any magical threats this Cult posed.

You pull out your Grimoire. You were unsure of how high a magic threat was, but having seen the Cult members and the discrepancy in their situation and the way they acted, you were sure that mundane tools might not prove sufficient to deal with all the threats you would face tonight.

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>>3363710
>Zephyr - Tristan can create and control a soft breeze for a short period of time
>Minute Exorcism - Tristan can exorcise something he touches, dispelling any magic intrinsic to that object’s nature. The effect is not very strong against highly magical things.
You can use the wind for a distraction, and I don't think there needs to be an explanation for why an exorcism spell would be useful.
I'm not sure whether we're still in the basement or on the ground floor now, but whichever one we're on currently is the one we should explore, we don't want to get blindsided by someone while we're looking for the Pastor.
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>>3363729
You're upstairs, Aiden explained how both the washrooms in the basement were unavailable.
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>>3363710
Minute Exorcism - Tristan can exorcise something he touches, dispelling any magic intrinsic to that object’s nature. The effect is not very strong against highly magical things.

>Sleight of the Mind - Tristan can lace his words with arcane influence, convincing people to overlook small things

>The Basement. Olivia said something about a washroom being reserved for the Pastor downstairs, as well as how he was always busy. Maybe he keeps his main arcane activities in the basement.
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Welp, looks like there won't be an update anytime soon.
I'll update in the morning.

Also, for those of you who are wondering, the name of the Cult is a reference to Jesus comparing himself to living bread.
I admit the name sounds pretty strange though ...

Possible update in the morning

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You are Kojo Reyes, mutant Kingpin of Crime.

These past few days have been the most introspective so far in your life. Fact that they're also the longest factors in too. Really, this whole entire week has been one long roller-coaster ride filled with murder, intrigue, colorful characters, mental illness, revelation, and despair.

Pimp hunting is a welcome reprieve from the usual crazy bullshit that's been happening lately.

Unfortunately, it's not going to last and you'll never get off this crazy ride you call your life.

>[X] Go down to the back of the whore house and sculpt a door to walk in through, it's the quietest of your options.

Causing a fuss is the last thing you want to do right now. More news of your actions are less of what you need coming out of the press. Kinpin's story needs to go around unchallenged for a while longer before you do anything news worthy. Even then, you're going to have to turn yourself in after your great reveal.

Looking back up over the edge, you hop down into the back alley.

You dig a finger into the cement wall and begin your work.

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>[X] "Do you have a contact number? I can make that work."
>[X] "Stay here and shut up, just say Luke Cage broke in if they see the wall."
>[X] Get out and make your way to the school, no time to waste.

You've got a location but a way to contact the head bitch would be useful. Baiting her into a trap holding her lover teacher as a hostage sounds like fun. She probably won't fall for it, though. Would be better off if you just got an address from the student fucker.

"Do you have a contact number? I can make that work."

The bitch nods.

"Mmhmm, mmhm-mhmhm-mhm mhm-mhm-mhm mmm-mmm-mhmm-hmm."

Another sigh escapes your lips.

"Repeat that clearly for me."

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>>3363717
>call the boss bitch
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>>3363717
>call the boss bitch
Do not drop stealth. Repeat, do NOT drop stealth.
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Late. Will close voting and update tomorrow morning my time (UTC-8)

I genuinely pity people who pick worthless majors. Psych's don't have it as bad as most others but still. Women's Studies and Ethnic studies majors deserve unemployment.

Ethics class is fun for all the arguments I get to hear between other students. I pity the poor bastards who are actually majoring in it, though.

Enough about me and my college life, how are you guys?
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>>3363971
I’m super sick, but otherwise ok. Yeah I totally agree with you on the Majors thing, I don’t even know why people bother studying stuff like that

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You woke up to the musky smell of grease, it's heavy aroma filled the air of your trashed motel room. You stumbled through the stacks of crushed-up burger wrappers and empty hot-sauce bottles, searching for the source of the smell. You finally found it when you passed the image of yourself on the mirror. You stopped to cringe at what you've become. A sweaty, grease-ridden affront to humanity. As you examined yourself, you couldn't help but to notice a stray blot of barbecue sauce slathered on your fat disgusting face. Before you could even think, your finger was in your mouth and the blot of barbecue was gone. A single tear fell from your eye as the taste further decayed another part of your soul. As you fell into another bottomless pit of self pity, a knock at your door and a petite female voice brought you out of it.

"Mr. Fieri, the crew's ready for you."

You pushed the flimsy wooden door open at a twentieth of your strength, it broke off it's hinges and disintegrated into a pile of splinters as it hit the wall. She was lucky enough to be out of the way when you hit. She fell to the floor and looked up at you, mouth agape.
"You made three mistakes. First, my title is Guy - Fieri . There is no mister, got it? Second, you have not earned the privilege to say even say half of my title, do you understand? Third, the crew will never be ready for me. The crew will know when I am ready for them. Do you fully understand?"

She nodded, terrified, but with a hint of lust in her eyes. How could she not? Standing above her was an alpha predator, a god amongst men, Guy Fieri .

"Good, now get out of my sight."

She did as she was told, scrambling out of your way before you could change your mind. You took your time spiking your hair and putting on your specially fitted flame shirt.


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>>3363815
two people
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>>3363917
Or one. Whichever gets me two d20s
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dice+1d20

I don’t wanna be eaten
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Rolled 6 (1d20)

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Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>3363947

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Pick race and location
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>>3363714
Centuar and desert.
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>>3363714
These never fucking go anywhere
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>>3363732
Second, but cold desert. Mongolian horsepeople
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>>3363732
Centaur and desert

Destruction.

Be it from time or tenacity, erosion or eradication, destruction always finds civilization. Anything built, be it natural or unnatural, will find itself torn down as the earth spins forever onward.

But you, Mathew Brown, and your companions, David Smith and Olivia Dornwall, you have chosen to fight destruction, and you plan to win. For before you now stands a portal, a gateway of twisted angles, its very existence one not made to be witnessed by mortal eyes, its purpose to bring forth a wave of creatures more chaotic and destructive than those already plaguing your world, its terror so great even the monsters that roam what was once your home city dare not tread near.

But you have, and you plan to make sure this device never opens, never sees its purpose fulfilled. You have tread through the city streets, facing dangers and death, sneaking your way through the dark, the veil of your enemy to get here. And now it stands before you, either it or you and thousands of miles of land to be damned.

And the only thing now standing in your way is a giant, terrible demon who guards the gateway, his brutality clear in his size and muscles, his visage savage, his eyes shine with a duty and determination that you yourself match with veal. Earths fate may not hang in the balance, but you will be damned if you fail here regardless, fail to make a difference, to help stop the tide of decay gnawing away at your species.

He bids you come and try and stop destruction, and you will heed his call. Life clings on, despite whatever these demonic malformations may throw at it. You will make sure of that.

Your foe sits, massive arms clenched at his side, ready to respond to your advance. It's your move, and you know you have to make it count.

>EVENT; THE GATES GUARDIAN, END OF THE BEGINNING

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>>3361080
Rush up with mace while David shoots. Send Olivia in to set up the c4 at the gate.
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>>3361080
Spread out a bit and start shooting. Summon mace and draw him to us, keep him following us but also at a distance when he chases closer to us we run back and have Olivia make for the gate.
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>>3361252
I'll support this

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>archive
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Black%20templar
>old charsheet will update soon.
https://pastebin.com/sGzE8TW6

You are astartes.you are a warrior of terra and mankind and this is your tale.

Last thread you boarded a foul dark mechanicus station and begin to reveal the horrors within.
from great swarms of the great devourer to the untiring might of the machine you have faced it with valour.
For you are a black templar.
And even one of the wayward sons of sigismund has the blood of dorn beating in their veins.
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>>3362828
ouch a 99 and a 2
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>15-90.

You quickly smash through the blockages of metal and steel as iron grinds before your pauldroned charge and the great drone of your assault echoes through the atmosphere greatly.
The force of your charge is vast and rapid and you break into a hallway when your chest receives heavy fire and lasbolts sear into your ceramite as you desperately try and find the targets.
You sight the enemies and open fire as cultists duck behind cover and servitors charge with crude guns at the ready as spikes of iron and re purposed construction tools are used with nailguns smashing down the hall their deadly payload.Your brothers follow hot on your heels as amadiel fires his launcher and your brothers begin rapid bolt fire when suddenly a stray rocket barrage skirts past you and hits the overhead of the entrance as tons of metal comes crashing from above forcing you to scatter.
As the dust clears you discover your reinforcements are for now cut off as the adept and skitarri hoist rifles and begin to burn their way through and you command to hold and then loose a barrage of shells into the foe as the true battle begins.

>roll 1d100.
>the 90 was for the left side assault movement.
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Rolled 84 (1d100)

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Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>3363254
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Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>3363254

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>>3362658
>See if the roach runs away after that slash.
The roach seems to be wounded by the slash, went to the left wing of the corridor crawls through the door gap as an attempt to escape from you...
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>>3363088
Guess we can let the little bugger run away. It should hopefully know not to mess with us anymore.

just noticed, it's got an eye on its back, too.

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>>3363219
that has been the case since she popped Dice in the face and tried to murder a baby.
>>3363191
Pokemon don't have to eat each other, there are lots of regular animals and according to keira pokemon could live on berries alone.
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>>3363328
Well then that makes more sense. Still would be cooler for Hana if she does decide to stay with our group instead of going back. Alolan Marowak with Lightning Rod seems practical and fitting for her.
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>>3363435
I’m a little worried we’ll come off as either “you two can bind over being tragic orphans, because that’s a personality trait, right?” or “here, I don’t want her, you can have her”.
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>>3363769
Eh. I’d be more worried about that if it were with someone else. She should really know us better than that. A simple mention of the usefulness of Lightning Rod should cover that anyway. No more worrying about thunderstorms, etc.
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>>3356627
You had my attention but now you have my interest

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>Wealth, fame, power…
>Gold Roger, the King of the Pirates, obtained this and everything else the world had to offer, and his dying words drove countless souls to the seas.
>“You want my treasure? You can have it! I left everything I gathered together in one place. Now you'll just have to find it!”
>These words lured men to the Grand Line, in pursuit of dreams greater than they’ve ever dared to imagine!
>This is the time known as the ‘Great Pirate Era’!

Welcome back to the world of One Piece! Last time, the QM had a garbage week and had to cut another session short. Will he have any players this week? Will he run into more issues and have to postpone the Quest once again? Will the QM give up and stop running entirely? Find out in this episode of One Piece Headhunter Quest!

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"I'm curious about something." You tell your host, folding your arms and quirking up an eyebrow. "You have this whole nice setup down here, it's clear that you've been here for a while. So why exactly are you living inside of a mountain? I can't imagine it's for the metal, as far as I'm aware pyrite should make for some garbage steel. And it's not like you're hiding here, the whole story about the treasure inside Golden Mountain attracts people all the time."

Kuni blinks and gives you a surprised look, seeming taken aback. "Wait, is that why pirates keep coming to steal my treasure? I had no idea people already thought there was gold inside here when I moved in." As humorous as her reaction is, it doesn't make much sense. Unfortunately, she continues before you stop to ask about it. "Regardless, people like you always seem to show your lack of expertise by assuming you know so much about metals. I'll have you know, there is no such thing as a useless metal. Only a fool would assume fool's gold to be completely worthless. In this case, I needed a large amount of Ferrous Sulfate for my current project, which is a substance one can obtain by heaping up pyrite and boiling the leachate with iron. Fortunately, now that this experiment is complete, I can finally move out of this cave."

Realizing that the science behind her work is obviously a step or two above where your knowledge extends, you let out a sigh and give her a nod. "That's wonderful and all, but hold on for just a moment. Earlier, you said that you had no idea about the legends behind Golden Mountain? How in the world is that possible? Were you born and raised underneath a rock? I mean, everybody in the South Blue knows about this island. There's nobody in this whole sea who hasn't wondered how their life would change if they came here and found the secret treasure."

"Is that so?" She cocks her head, seeming hardly convinced by your insistence that she should know. "I suppose it makes sense. Two years of living here is hardly long enough to pick up on all the local myths. You South Blue people sure do like your fairytales."

Just as you're about to ask Kuni exactly what she means by 'you South Blue people', Mischa bursts through the door shouting, "Bedtiiiiime! Gosh, I'm pretty tired. Something about being underground and stuff really makes ya just wanna shut your eyes and nap, doesn't it? Where're the beds?"

Trace follows in after her, pointing toward the trio of white metal slabs on the floor. "I believe those are our beds, Mischa."

"Whaaaaaat? No way! We can't sleep on metal, can we?"

Kuni rolls her eyes and stands up, walking toward a door and starting to take off her clothes as she enters what seems to be her own room. "You either sleep on that metal or you sleep on the metal the floor's made out of. Your choice, girly."

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As Kuni disappears from sight, Mischa pouts and huffs, throwing a fit over your sleeping arrangements. You're almost ready to tell her to suck it up when Trace looks up at the two of you, already sitting on his own 'bed.' "Uh, guys? Perhaps I'm just imagining it, but this metal feels... soft? Not as soft as a proper bed, but..." He lays down on it, letting out a small sigh and seeming to get comfortable. "I could sleep here without much issue."

Naturally, you and Mischa are extremely eager to try your own ones out, and you very quickly find that Trace is right. Somehow this metal seems to give slightly when you press against it, and spring back when you let go, unlike any metal you've ever seen. It's still not as soft as a normal bed, but somehow it's comfortable enough to sleep on, despite what it really is. After just a little while of laying on the metal slab, you actually start to feel tired.

Yawning and stretching your limbs, you grab a graciously provided pillow and lay back in the bed, looking left and right at your two friends also getting ready to sleep. Right now, it seems like all three of you could pass out in mere moments.

>First though, you need to ask Mischa or Trace something. (Write-in)
>First though, you need to get up and ask Kuni something. (Write-in)
>You're pretty tired, so it's time for sleep.
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>>3363927
>You're pretty tired, so it's time for sleep.
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Sleep
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Fuck, I just wrote half of a post before realizing that I'd mixed up Trace and Fleur's names. I think I need to get some sleep too...

OP Headhunter Quest is going to bed for the night. Will be back tomorrow.

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>>3361027
We have a lot on juveniles. Start training them to increase resource production
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>>3362172
Support
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Rolled 82 (1d100)

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Grokar takes on an apprentice from amongst the juveniles trolls and begins instructing him in the ancient knowledge of the worship of the dark gods. In a decade or two he should be proficient enough to be a shaman in his own right.

We begin exploring the mountain caves for resources to try to develop metallurgy. Unfortunatelly we don't really know what to look for, as we have no experience whatsoever with the subject. Still we begin pondering on it. Current DC for researching metallurgy is 98, we can decrease it by 2 for each year we choose to spend researching it.

It takes a lot of convincing to persuade the slingers that exchanging their weapons of choice for spears is an upgrade but in the end they agree to do it. Except Togur who is adamant that the sling is the superior weapon.

We consider starting training our juvenile trolls to increase resource production. They spend most of their time looking for food to sate their great appetites as was already said. What exactly do we want them to bring back to our caves?



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>>3362739
Research wall building and have juveniles start collecting stone.
Send a party to meet the necromancer? Maybe bring him a baby?
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>>3362739
Domesticate some livestock and cultivate mushrooms?

You are Alabaster Soliloquy, seitokaichou emeritus and no-time champion of the bar quiz bowl.

PREVIOUSLY:
-You gave Darkbloom the chance to see Whitney and Vivian. Vivian rejected Darkbloom's attempt at reconciliation, but later, they seemed to come to an understanding.
-Darkbloom asked to speak privately with Whitney. He gave Whitney a list of offshore shell companies with money in them for Vivian.
-He also spoke with Whitney about a topic that she says should remain secret from you for the time being.
-At home, you received an unexpected visit from Noelle Keki, who was looking to make good on your offer to clear your backlog together. Things got a little ecchi-sketchy.
-You went to a local pub trivia night with Dr. Carte, but the one-on-one date got gate-crashed by Rose and Vivian -- then by Cerise, Mom, and Whitney.
-Competition was fierce as you squared off against the other girls, with Dr. Carte on your team; at the last second, to your horror, Rose and Vivian prevailed.
-Feeling sorry for yourself and nursing a wounded ego, you decided to get a little revenge on Rose and Vivian the only way you knew how. Dr. Carte and Whitney were only too happy to assist.

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Episode 1 ("New Game!!!"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3207742


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>>3362014
That scene where we say Camelia and she responds with asking us to call her Amber makes know sense unless she knows
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It’s the little things in the dialogue that make me smile when I go back over an episode.

>"What you gotta know about me," she says, "is I grew up -- so totally poor. Dirt poor. And so I didn't have a lot of former education--"

>"Formal?"

>"None of that, either.”
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So who's the current principal of North High and is it this guy?

Your name is Shu, and you find it ironic that it took the end of the world to make you a better person. Perhaps it took nothing less than your oldest friend finally cracking under the pressure you put on her and taking a lava lamp to your skull, just as your planet was swallowed by a devourer from beyond the stars.

It's been over two weeks since you woke to find yourself in a world-wide battle royale, Earth's face stripped bare and replaced by a landscape of flesh and bone, where Daughters like yourself fight and devour each other to reach a destination known only as the Cord. In your time fighting through hell, you've both made and lost friends, conquered enemies and befriended just as many, and slowly but surely, you've been making your way west to the Cord and accumulating allies along the way.

Now, in the aftermath of the destruction of Dorian's ancestral home, the abominable engine beneath his estate, and the woman that would have used it to become a god, you rest at the edge of the Forest of Though and consider your next move among friends new and old...

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>>3363625
This >>3363764
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We gotta ditch the boat and ditch it NOW
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>>3363625
>Connect with Gina to share Bio
>Spawn our full load of winglings with what space we have left.
>Send three to everyone, our full possible loadout, have them run for the edge and give themselves a jumping start as the swarmlings grab hold and drag everyone away from the boat and leviathans path first, then swerve for shore.
>everyone should be ready for a hard landing, and dont have the swamlings drop anyone off til a bit of the ways inland, to avoid acid waves or the leviathan dashing for us.

we have the space for extra swarmlings, and BHOP did say they are not the fastest, so any speed boost is a good boost. plus, worse case, if one is lost those that need 2 arent dropped automatically.
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>>3363625
Amending one action for Shu
>Look at Gina, both of you ran the calculations and reached the same conclusion. We can save everyone.
>In the Empathy channel. Unleash a Giant wave of steely resolve, courage, confidence, and defiance in the face of death to everyone.
>"COME WITH ME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!"
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>>3363853
Seconding the Terminator reference.
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>>3363853
thirding Terminator reference


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