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Picking up from where we left off.

You are a bastard son of a major noble, never legitimized, who has sought to gain glory in adventures and conquests. You have left your homeland on the border of Bohemia to venture into Bavaria, and are now participating in a tournament there in a forest clearing.

You are in the melee on the Black team. You chose to lead from the front, and while the others are hesitant, you eventually lock into formation and begin giving out orders.

Roll 1d20 - 2 (-2: Inexperienced) for leadership.

DC: 16

Roll 1d20 + 2 (-2: Inexperienced, +2: Armored, +2: In Formation) for combat.
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Rolled 16 (1d20)

Unfortunately, you are knocked off of your horse, the blow of your enemy's lance dazing you heavily. In your stupor, you check your gambeson to ensure that you haven't been mortally wounded - luckily, the opponent's lance shattered correctly, and you should be alright.

Your fighting in the tournament is over for today.

Your opponent dismounts, approaching you. "Hark, good foe! I must say, that was some damn good riding you conducted there." He helps you up from the ground.

>"As to you!"

>"Yes, I suppose it was."

>"I have to say, I'm just glad your lance didn't kill me outright."

>>"Yes, I suppose it was."
The man chuckles, taking your small gloat in stride. "My name is Wigmar Specht. It is a pleasure to meet you, sir..."

"Rupert von Haftenburg."

The knight smiles at you. "For your good fight today, I shall waive my right to strip you of your arms and armor; though do let everyone know that it was Wigmar Sprecht who bested you this day."

The knight would walk off, presumably to participate in the next round of jousting, whilst you would go over to the knights you had bested earlier in the melee.

>Take their stuff and keep it for yourself

>Don't take their stuff, and tell them to spread your name

>Take their stuff and do as most other victors did, sharing the spoils around with everyone

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>>Take their stuff and keep it for yourself

A low howl settles between the trees, each leaf within the canopy whispering a thousand voiceless words. Kankuro's hand twitches, breaking your lull. He either has a terrible case of tremors or is planning something. With him being a ninja, probably the latter. But you are Eliko, a samurai of the Land of Iron. And samurai don't do plots.

Sand filters about Gaara, gently listing through the air despite the draft. His pale blue eyes are unblinking, unmoving, and focused solely on you. Arms crossed as if nothing could touch him, the biggest fish in the pond. With his strange sand ability it's probably for good reason. But still an arrogant thing to think, you see a much bigger fish. Tan and sickly, and effervescent with rage. A diseased beast, nothing more than a pale imitation.

The grip on your katana groans and the howl turns into a deafening roar. For a moment you're brought to an place deep within your mind. Empty in every direction with nothing but a wind so cold it chills through the memory, and a blue haze. Yellow eyes stare back at you, inhuman eyes. It's tail twitches as it's entire weight bares down on you. Big like a mountain but not like the wolves. The wolves dwarf all. "Who are..."

A shrill howl pierces your ears and the demon fades. A mass of sand engulfs Gaara, his eyes wide as if it reacts of it's own volition. Kankuro and Temari stand back in surprise, unsure what to do. Next to you a white puppy growls at your side, it's eyes squinted nearly shut and barely past your ankles in height. It's hackles raised and teeth bared, fearless. No, despite the fear.

"Akamaru!" A boy shouts before dropping from the trees, the parka wearing kid from the written test. With him two others jump down, the creepy overcoat kid and shy girl. "What's gotten into you?!"

"What did you do to him?!" Temari screams. She holds up a giant fan, aimed squarely at Gaara. The sand fills his mouth, holds his grasping hands still. The face of a woman twists through the mass, mouthing something wordless as a wall forms between you and them. Monster. "You bastard!"

Temari swings the fan and Kankuro's hand jerks. A gust of wind near knocks you from your feet, sending the puppy Akamaru into it's owners hands. The shy girl grabs onto her teammate's overcoat and hangs on for dear life. The wind tears at your skin with grains of sand that feel more like glass. A multi armed puppet looking like a twisted cross between man and spider drops from the trees, it's head spinning right way round as all three eyes align on you.

"Answer me!" Temari demands. She readies another swing but you hold up a hand. Raging emotions are easily guided and desperate revenge should be easy to sway, or so you hope. Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn, you've seen that first hand. Many young samurai caught in something their training had not prepared them for. And with the way Kankuro's shooting a sideways glance, he's not to sure of her himself. Perhaps now is your chance.

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Alright, that's it for tonight. If I have enough time I'll be running again tomorrow. I'll read any questions or comments for the next few hours to.
I say we ditch her. We don't need no stinkin ninjes. This is a samurai job. Also NINJES
Nah, she has some kind of connection to our past.
I'm really glad to be getting away from Konoha
Don't care. Trust of ninjes. Shattered.
This was a stupid choice from Konoha really. Why the fuck would you trick a mesiger like this it just reinforces to the other faction that you can't be trusted.

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Welcome to shatter evo. A low effort evo game, and possibly a shitpost. There are no QMs here, only players, and the level of control one accepts.

Organisms must evolve and must do so with a small blurb on whats going on. An organism must eat, and no one must assume there is anything out there to eat.

Plants get a pass by using the earth, light, and air to function.


Evolve to eat other organisms better. Animals can move up and down planes of existence each evolution if desired to exploit and adapt to a given environment, but must prey on the creatures within that environment.

Planet 1: tropical. No wind. .7g standard gravity. no moon. 15 hour days.

Planet 2: Hellscape. the only light comes from the magma pools and frequent electrical storms above the planet.

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BEHOLD, the majesty, the glory.
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Another starter creature.
The Mossback Layer is a carnivorous lizard-like creature, feeding on the eggs or recently hatched of other creatures. With its back resembling the sparse leafgrass that covers most regions, it sneaks up on the nest to feed.
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The northwestern lumped grumpus lives in the northwest regions of all planets, it uses it's enormous, toothless maw to scoop up entire fields of grass at a time and can bench press an indian elephant. It can't close it's mouth so it's throat and lips are permanently dry.
The Finger-Faced Ponus develops protrusions on it's face, used to pluck grass from the ground.
are we voting on the planet?

if so, ice planet is the way to go

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You sit by the hearth, stirring the stew you'd been keeping on a low boil for the last several hours. You sit cross-legged, your legs beneath you numb and stiff, your back groans from leaning forward, your arm burn with the monotonous circles you maintain with the spoon. You switch hands to rest, but your other arm isn't much better off. He should be back any moment now. You are Dirk of Calahann, young squire to your master, Sir Gowdy. You are of noble blood, though only just, and here at the fringes of the kingdom the name of the house Calahann carries little value, only enough to land you this near slave position for the last several months.

As the stew boils just beneath the surface, you boil as well, not against Sir Gowdy exactly, while surly he was a fair master. No it was just your position, a squire to a lesser knight put in charge of a small garrison in a lesser castle outside a minor village sprawling into the frontier, a day's journey from the most remote barony in the kingdom. Imeall, edge, a more fitting name for a castle was never conceived. Imeall was a single two story keep, the lower of floor of which you where cooking in, and which also served as a watch tower, a cellar, a stables, a servants quarters that was serving as the barracks for the dozen soldiers stationed, a small well, and a single outhouse. The tiny castle had been erected to serve as a bulwark for the expanding villages against the inevitable raids from bandits and barbarians, typical so far from established law. With uncharted forests and nigh impassable mountains so close, ragtag groups of ne'er-do-wells constantly harassed the peasants, and Imeall was the only defense in any position to do anything about it. Despite this important role, you chafe at your tiny part in a tiny story, and swear that by the coming of winter, only few months out now, you will have done something to improve your station.
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A few tense moments later, You hear the same whistle, the signal. Gowdy tightens his grip on his longsword, and charges through the brush.just after he leaps through it, you can see past him into a clearing, and you can see the bandit's camp, a small fire, men roasting a hunt, tents set up tightly, men milling about, weapons at their belts, women washing clothes, WOMEN? Gowdy looses a fearsome cry as he enters the clearing, followed immediately by his men, but his cry is nearly drowned out by a battlecry coming to meet him, one of the bandits, well armored and wielding a small axe charges to meet them. How had he brought his weapon to bear so quickly? HE neared Gowdy, who was taken aback by the response, but prepared for the fight, but the man stumbled, an arrow suddenly sprouting from his left shoulder, just between his pauldron and chain shirt. He swings at Gowdy regardless, but the blow is weakened and does not phase him, and the man is cut down. Instantly the clearing is a chaotic battlefield, Gowdy and the soldiers spreading out in formation to meet the camp, the camp surging from tents, as if they'd been waiting for just such a moment. Most of the women scattered towards the forest, a few took up arms and charged with the men.

You circle the clearing, none were to escape. You catch up to a woman fleeing, and kick her legs from under her, she hits the ground hard and begins to gasp for air. You have no idea if you should have done that, only the words of Gowdy Ring it your ears, Not a single bandit will escape you leave to woman on the ground, chasing another shape escaping from the clearing. IT hears you and turns, you stop dead in your tracks, as you realize it's a boy, at least a year or two younger than you. He has no such hesitation however, and lunges at you with a knife you hadn't seen. In a flash, you parry, and the knife goes spinning off into the forest. The boy's hand retracts, glistening with blood where your blade caught him during the maneuver, but before you can tell him to surrender, he lashes out again, punching you squarely across the face, smearing his blood over your eyes. Suddenly blinded and unbalanced, you lose you footing and can only listen helplessly to the boy scurrying deeper into the forest.

The sounds of battle are fading, you stand and wipe your eyes, looking towards the clearing. Only Gowdy and 4 of the men are standing, the others are strewn across the battlefield with various injuries. Suddenly remembering, you bolt back to wards the woman you apprehended, she is trying to crawl away, still gasping for air. Unable to think of anything else, you tell her "You are under arrest, halt." She seems to understand she is captured, and rolls onto her back, focusing on regaining her breath.

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD WAS THAT!?!" Sir Gowdy's shout rings throughout the forest. "Bandits my mother's warty arse! There are children here! CHILDREN!" he gestures with his bloodied sword toward a couple of children sitting silently among the carnage, tears steaming down their face and mingling with the blood on their clothes you can only hope is not their own. "Tend to the children NOW, then the wounded, we need to get everyone away from here, back the Druid
s Root, there's a doctor there. NOW!" The soldiers drop their weapons in the dirt and start to carry out their orders. You sheath your and help the woman to her feet, and you, with a tight hold on her arm, guide her back into the clearing. When Gowdy sees you with her a flash of fury crosses his face, but he quickly swallows it, and strides to meet you. "You stopped her from getting away, with minimal injuries it seems. Good enough considering orders, and what happened to you?"

"I'm fine, but a boy got away."

"Blast, he'll be dead by nightfall if we don't find him."

Druid scouts star emerging from the trees to assist with the wounded. The one who had first emerged with the dog approaches Gowdy, "The attack seems to have gone well."


"What were you expecting?"

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"WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD WAS THAT!?!" Sir Gowdy's shout rings throughout the forest. "Bandits my mother's warty arse! There are children here! CHILDREN!" he gestures with his bloodied sword toward a couple of children sitting silently among the carnage, tears steaming down their face and mingling with the blood on their clothes you can only hope is not their own. "Tend to the children NOW, then the wounded, we need to get everyone away from here, back the Druid's Root, there's a doctor there. NOW!" The soldiers drop their weapons in the dirt and start to carry out their orders. You sheath yours and help the woman to her feet, and you, with a tight hold on her arm, guide her back into the clearing. When Gowdy sees you with her a flash of fury crosses his face, but he quickly swallows it, and strides to meet you. "You stopped her from getting away, with minimal injuries it seems. Good enough considering orders, and what happened to you?"

"I'm fine, but a boy got away."

"Blast, he'll be dead by nightfall if we don't find him."

Druid scouts star emerging from the trees to assist with the wounded. The one who had first emerged with the dog approaches Gowdy, "The attack seems to have gone well."


"What were you expecting?"

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It was nightfall before you arrived, another of the bandit men had succumbed to his wounds, but you hadn't lost another soldier at least. back in town, the wounded are taken into the garrison, which is converted into an infirmary. The local herbalist is roused, and she sets to work on the wounded. With the excitement suddenly killed, and the town feeling empty and quiet, the remaining soldiers take up positions in the watch tower, Veldora lays a blanket in front of the tree and lies down, and Sir Gowdy holes himself up in his room. You are left alone, uninjured, and without orders.

Current Skills:
Fighting: 3 LEVEL UP
Cleaning: 3
Cooking: 3 +
Subtlety: 1
Wit: 2 +
Riding: 2
Current Traits:
Calahann Dagger Specialization: +1 to fighting when using it to parry light blades and similar weapons.
Status: Untrusted: Your horse doesn't like you, -2 to ride check with her

>Try to speak with Sir Gowdy Wit, CR: 2
>Try to speak with Veldora Wit, CR: 2

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>Try to speak with Veldora Wit, CR: 2

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This is a story about a man in a forest he was never meant to enter, and his fight for his humanity, freedom, and life, within it.

Actions are freeform, though once per action sequence you may, if you desire, ask for suggestions. I will try to wait until i get 3-5 suggestions, or 30-45 minutes has passed. Action taken will be based on popular consensus, or as tie breaker the most interesting action(not, per say, the smartest).

I will keep track of the inventory, to be posted upon request.

With that, enjoy.

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Summary so far:

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She blinks, and slowly her gaze falls back to the covers, hand slowly releasing her arm as she slumps forward a bit, almost making you fear she was passing out for a moment. Thankfully she clearly holds herself up, though eyes now obscured by her locks.

You wait, giving her time to mull it all over, idly tapping a finger silently on the side of your bed as you let your gaze glaze over a bit as you simply wait.

“Im, i can't make that decision alone.” She mumbles out, snapping your attention back to her. She slowly tilts her head, red, tearful eyes meeting yours like rocks thrown at your face. “I, help me find Hans, and i'll try to talk to him about it…” she sat, her voice choked, barely more than a whisper.

You slowly nod. “Ok.” You whisper back, “yeah ok, but if your up for it, could you tell me what happened? Why isn't he with you Gerta? What happened?”

She flinches, eyes slamming shut as she looks away at the opposite wall, hands white knuckled around her covers. “I, i don't know. Not, not exactly. W-we were following a lead when we felt like, like we were being followed. T-then Hans barely avoided a trap, and, And he got shot in the shoulder, he, he told me we had to split up.”

You turns back to you, sniffling, tears streaming down her face. “ I, i tried to follow him, but he threw rocks at me as whoever started to close in. He, he had the head, said he was going to hide it. Alex, i, i didn't want to leave him, i, i didn't do it on purpose, i-i, it was…” her head slowly tilts back downward again as she sniffs, a small hiccup coming from her frame.

You feel like your heart hadn't even been beating, letting go of a breath you didn't know you had been holding, straightening your spine from where you had started to lean away.

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You honestly didn't know what to say. You understood monsters, but why was,what sounded like, a human after them? You didn't feel you could have much of an opinion on Hans actions, on if splitting up was a good idea or not.

Worse, you painfully but selfishly admit, this meant she may be a dead end. If Hans was dead, or his trail cold, you would have just as much luck finding what you were after with or without her. But she needed someone, anyone, to stick by her and help her. But you had enough people relying on you already, and enough enemies. Whoever was after Hans, was without a doubt no pushover.

You mull over your options. Your time was not unlimited. And Hans was much more hard headed too, much more likely to still hold a grudge against you. Even if you found him, if she couldn't convince him, she would back him up if it came to a confrontation, you just know it was the most likely outcome. Helping get him back could actually harm you goal here, as even if he forgave you, it was clear the head was important.

You notice Gertas eye peeking over to you from under her hair. You needed to give her an answer, whatever it was going to be.

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>"I should ask when did you suddenly become a spider-slaying badass. If it weren’t for you the plan would have failed... Look, I know we’ve had our differences, and I can’t fault you if you’re uncertain on whether to trust me, especially with the rot getting worse. I’ve found a way to fix it though, with you and your brother’s help I could cure myself and maybe others from the ghoul rot. However I need to know where that shrunken Head you used to carry has wound up. Is it somewhere here? Does your brother have it? Also, where is Hans? What happened to him?”

well, i know its alot to ask of you, with everything thats happened, but you and your brother might hold the key to saving my life a bit more permanently..."
>“Gerta, I’ll help you find Hans, but you know I will have to ask for that head in return. It’s my only hope and possibly the means by which others can be saved whether they’re in my position or if they’re already fully ghouls. If I help you find Hans I need to know that you will make sure he gives me the head. I don’t want to fight either of you, but if I have to then I will.”
Add, where did you last see him? Why did he hide it? How did you stray from him?

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You've been reincarnated as a dragon, with general knowledge and a family that wants see you die, how will you progress through this fantasy world?
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Esher: “Hu, pavuna dryd fa fana ymm bmyhhehk pycel cdnydako uh ruf du syhaijan drnuikr dra myjy nejanc yvdan fa ryt cmyeh dra canbahdc. Zuryh fyc untanat hajan du pnaydra y funt uv dra dryd ehvunsydeuh, dra hupmac yht udran nylac caag dryd knesuena jano silr yht rec muntcreb kyja ed du ic ehlyca ymm caasat mucd.” (No, before that we were all planning basic strategy on how to maneuver through the lava rivers after we had slain the serpents. Johan was ordered never to breathe a word of the that information, the nobles and other races seek that grimoire very much and his lordship gave it to us incase all seemed lost.)

>Ilia is trying to maintain their composure, while Esher appears to grow more suspicious and negative by the second.
Esher: “Ouin amv nyla ec uha cilr nyla fru ryc ymfyoc ramt lmyes dryd dra knesuena ec nekrdvimmo draenc yht drao ryja fykat cajanym csymm fync du kyeh ed…pid E drehg E kad fryd ouin binbuca rana huf, oui yna y cbo vun dra hupmac eh uin luihdno, ehlmitehk ouin vydran, fru luhcbena fedr dra amjac du ujandrnuf rec syzacdo…” (Your elf race is one such race who has always held claim that the grimoire is rightfully theirs and they have waged several small wars to gain it…but I think I get what your purpose here now, you are a spy for the nobles in our country, including your father, who conspire with the elves to overthrow his majesty…)

>Ilia is now gritting her teeth and trying to keep themselves from releasing some words that… needless to say, are probably full of complete shit.
Esher: “Yht oui lysa uh drec dneb, hud du yet eh uin xiacd du nalujan y hafpunh pid du gemm ic yht cdaym dra knesuena...oac?” (And you came on this trip, not to aid in our quest to recover a newborn but to kill us and steal the grimoire...yes?)


>Well that was just an outright confession, has this dumb elf bitch no shame?

Esher: ““Oui’na nekrd…”(You’re right…)
Ilia: “Caa?! Huf namayca sa yht mad ic cmyo paycdc haqd du oui!”(See?! Now release me and let us slay beasts next to you!)

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>Esher suddenly plunges his sword into the earth beside her head, carving a small would on her face as it passes.

HP - 78 —> 74

>She looks absolutely terrified.
Esher: “Oui fana zicd bmyhhehk du fyed ihdem fa ryt nacliat dra munt’c lremt yht aclybat drec danneduno…drah gemm ic, dyga dra knesuena, yht ica rec muntcreb’c lremt yc y nejym du rec bucedeuh cu oui yht ouin luhcbenydunc luimt ica dras du syhebimyda dra luihdno…fanah’d oui?” (You were just planning to wait until we had rescued the lord’s child and escaped this territory…then kill us, take the grimoire, and use his lordship’s child as a rival to his position so you and your conspirators could use them to manipulate the country…weren’t you?)
>Looks like esher has an amazing detective sense and Ilia is a terrible liar…and bitch.

>Esher looks to you and then motions to her, it looks like he’s questioning you on what to do.

What will you do?
>1. Kill the bitch before she can try anything.
>2. Spare her and let her speak for herself.
>3. Have Esher knock the bitch out.
as much as i wanna kill her
>3. Have Esher knock the bitch out.
>3. Have Esher knock the bitch out.
>Smack her with the grimoire while she's unconscious, then put it somewhere she can't find.
>String her up over the toasty floor and deal with her later
Elven scripts may come in useful. And she has the only motivation she needs to give it up: she can't negotiate for her life if we can't understand her.

Hmm. Seeing as Shepherd is humanoid now, maybe Esher can teach her martial arts?
>3. Have Esher knock the bitch out.
have her pay for her crimes in their land.

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GOAL: Organize the anons so that we can more effectively concentrate our force and influence.

>What do I do?
Get a trip, make or join a party (or go independent if you're a cuck), and let's get cracking.

>To do
Gather members of parliament
Form parties
Agree on a constitution
Start doing stuff

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Aye for Rubbermeal

>Repeal of the 2nd Amendment to allow for 5 Justices to preside on the Supreme Court.
>Add 3 new Justices: Jezza Corbachev, Chieftain McSlippy, and RubberMeal.

Such a thing already exists.
This goes against everything 4chan is built off of. We cannot centralize. Motion to abolish.
I dare someone to make one of these in [s4s]

Last one: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/3071180/

You follow the friend of the doctor’s to a sort of soda machine that instead of soda, dispensed water with a trace amount of alcohol. You lazily walked around talking with the man who thought you were Frank. The conversation turned to Winston and his antics,
“It’s not that they’re rigged. It’s just that they run on his rules.”
“Why does he get special treatment?”
“He sponsors the whole shebang. It used to be this big underground deal, now it’s system owned. Not so subtly either. Winston is one of the big faces in the Strategic Office and everyone knows-“
An announcement intercom suddenly broke off the conversation and silenced everyone. The narrator had the deep and exited tone of a sports commentor.
“It’s that time of night you’ve all been waiting for. The mutants have come out to play. In the main cage we have, Metalhead versus Ajax. Cage #2 we have the twin Impenetrables. Cage #3 we have the Demon versus Hector. Cage #4 we have the Automaton versus Sal Detro. Last of all we have Dracula versus the Bloodletter in cage #5.”
The announcement cut out and everyone began hurrying off towards the desired cages. The doctor’s friend was ecstatic,
“This is so rare. I don’t know about you but I need to see Metalhead.”
He promptly broke off and dissolved into the crowd. Which fight will you attend?
>Cage 1
>Cage 2
>Cage 3

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“Alright, I’ll help you break in.”
“I can’t go. The cameras will recognize me. I’ll be here playing the part of an injured fighter, and you’ll be a theif that likes blood in his steak.”
>Roll 1d20 to see if the guard spots you.
Now we’re literal gene thieves.
Rolled 19 (1d20)

Cover our face in extra gauze before we go too. No need to be recognized ourselves if this goes south.
You wrap some gauze around your face, covering enough of the identifying parts of your face. The freezer, Dracula had instructed, was at the back of the barracks.
You passed through hallways, doors left open that led into the rooms that housed the fighters. There was one filled with machine parts and wafted a smell of oil to the surrounding area. One housed a room of flowers whose scent challenged the other odors, their owners had obviously taken great care in them despite the lack of sunlight. One was nearly empty except for a pile of half-read books which were laying prone, they had looked to be about martial arts. The last one you looked into was empty, yet you could tell somehow it was inhabited. The bed was scruffed and the walls were cracked unnaturally.
You shook your head of the thoughts of the kind of person that would live like that and continued down until you reached a metal door that had the look of a freezer. You opened it up and a cold breeze flowed out, you began to see your breath. The freezer was large one, filled to the brim with both food items and medicinal products. You picked up a steak when one crossed your eye and you continued. At the end of the line, a terminator was slumped over, laying against the wall and looked to be powered off. Next to it was a cabinet stacked full of racks of blood vials. Finding the correct sample was easy, as they were labeled by nicknames, real names, and serial numbers. As you walked off you shuddered as you heard a series of squeaks and cracks coming from behind you. As you turn around a set of soulless red eyes meet your own. You watch as the machine slowly stands and listen as it’s internal parts begin to heat up.
>What do you do?
Oh boy.
Alright, im about to risk alot here. But i just gotta test something.

If we dont think we have enough time to just fucking book it before it can react, quickly slip off the gauze and simply tell the terminator. "I was told i was allowed to take a few samples for my work. Did that idiot not put in the files correctly again, or are you jist over enthusiastic about your job. Scan me and my I.D. and it should be obvious I have legitimate ises for these vials."

Of course, we should be ready to run, jist not look like were going to run. Choose the least valuble vial and be ready to blind the terminator with it if need be.
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‘Trust me,’ you reassure her, adjusting your load, ‘compared to how I am, you’re a swan.’

She giggles. ‘Thank you.’

The masses of people around you pay little attention to the presence of KanMusu and Vice-Admiral, not that you’d been of the mind to actually tug on attention. You’re actually quite thankful you didn’t have to put up with the odd face throwing you dirty looks or insults. It’d petered down significantly over the last week or so, but memories of your first few days in charge were always fresh … and with Kashima around you, the last thing you want is for her to put up with remarks on her being.

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PSA: Mech's in the hospital. Hopefully its not too bad but he doesnt know how long hes gonna be in there.

Thread on hold till he gets out, at least.
Ouch..hope the dude's okay. But yeah, no worries, his health comes first :)
Feel better mech.
Thanks, guys. I'm alive and with a tube shoved up my dick. Don't neglect exercise.
>tube up your dick
christ man, what'd you do?

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It is said everywhere, from trade-chatter in the Unfree Cities in the east to the Hoppalon Archipelagos in the west, that all rivers in the world share the same source. This is demonstrably untrue but nevertheless, if you know the right way, you can follow any river deeper and deeper inland up towards a single point. And rising there higher than any mountain, atop an aquatic plateau whose edges are perpetual waterfalls, is the city. It stands between the bickering central nations but obeys, respects and recognises none of them.
It has a name, Aquitae Cogituum, but this name barely matters as its citizens simply call it the City. For only rarely would they ever see another. And why would they? It is the grandest city in all the world. It sits close to the heart of all things, above the Font and is both above and separate from all the Lesser Realms. To the city, the matters of the world outside...don’t.

Down below, prophets dream of walking its streets and wars are fought and kings slain for their meagrest treasure. For here it is said that all magic is born. This is something only said by those of the Lesser Realms of course, as it is a statement that would only invite scorn above. Magic is a foreign word. The people of the city above have no word for magic in the same sense that fish would have no word for water. Of course you could say that a fish doesn’t have a word for anything but in the city it just might.

It is the City of Dreams, the City of Reflections and the City of Revelation. It is also, rather more relevantly, the City of Duels.
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You are Sophia's character, anon. Well, we collectively are.
You are making her what she is with your votes.
> Professional Provocateur
> Focused Blow
> Counting Coup
> Elegance
> Crushing Grip
> Circle Guard
> Skin Unthorned
To an extent, but she clearly has a pre-defined personality base, which colors her interactions. We're working to adjust that personality, yeah, but it's not like she was a blank slate starting off.
We have achieved some remarkable progress i nmaking her a better person. You could join the effort instead of voting to see her suffer.
I already have. Hence the 'we', not the 'you'. She's still got a long way to go, in my opinion.

And honestly, I've never voted in a trollish or 'suffer' direction. I WANT her to be a better person. It's more that I just find amusement in what happens to her regardless since I think she can grow from it all.

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+ Running Awakening.exe....Awakening.exe has encountered errors! Noospheric Connection: Not found. Inhibitions: Not found.
Memory: Not found. Name: Not found. Detected: Benign scrapcode. Symptoms: Voices in ERROR: NO NAME's head, enhanced physical and mental abilities, limitations on augmentations and free will released. Force Awakening.exe to run? Y/N +

++ Y ++

+ Force Running Awakening.exe. May the Omnissiah protect thee. +

You awaken in a dark room, and your very first instinct is to reconnect to your Skitarri brethren and your Magos Dominus controller, but you find yourself separated from the noospheric network. Beside you is your weapon, but it is so caked with dust that for a moment you can't tell what it is. You clean it off to find...
>A galvanic rifle
>A radium carbine
>A transequanic arqeubus
>A plasma caliver
>An arc maul

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>>A plasma caliver
>Look around for some clue as to how you got here.
>A galvanic rifle
>Look around for some clue as to how you got here.

we need to find our brethren
Radium Rifle
>Attempt connection to the Noosphere

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It has always been your dream to manage a tavern in your home town of Laden. After saving for many years you now have the coin to purchase a small run down building. There may even be enough left over to begin your enterprise.

You take the measure of your property and find that there is a well that produces clear cool water, a small single story building with two rooms and a uncoverd deck. Poking around the back you find a storage cellar and a log store, both empty. Several of the windows are broken and the inside of the building is dusty and filled wih refuse. There will be a lot of work ahead, you must decide where to begin.

Day 1
Tavern status: unsound
Employes: 0
Patrons: 0
Purse: 500 gold coins
Larder: empty
Cellar: empty
Log store: empty

>cut down a tree

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>Schedule food delivery every week or so
Having fresh ingredients delivered makes us able to stay open longer
>Buy sturdy tables and chairs
In case patrons get rowdy
In addition to supplies
>buy a bed

We still sleepin on the floor in the next room, that will get you sick fast.
We need to buy sexy clothes for Heidi to attract more customers, dammit! And maybe for whatever performer we manage to hire, if it's a female.

+1 for bed
>send oren to schedule the weeks worth of every food and buy a barrel of swill. Also have him bake bread every week, did the cheese spoil or sell out?

>send heldi to buy the bar and more chairs if we needed it and buy a broom and bucket because we borrowed it and we have plenty of money.

>we forage

>mix berries with swill to give it a better taste

We are Sirena Le Doux and the time has come for our revenge! We have grown powerful, influential, and learned much upon our journey. As the Witch Queen, we drew power and tribute from the realm over which we rule. As Mary Beaumont, we rescued the high elven princess from the moon. As one of the last living descendants of the Moon Elf, we assimilated her powers into our own.

And now, after much time spent toiling, planning, preparing and empowering ourselves, the time is finally here. Our hated former master Mordrax, aided by his cabal of elite mages which includes our traitorous family, is about to make his power play for the kingdom of man. He plans to create an Arcane Empire with himself at the top, but he made one fatal mistake that will be his undoing:

He made you his enemy.

You have faced exile, public shame, humiliation and even death, and for all of this and more, Mordrax shall pay!

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>I could have saved him, Ben. I chose not to out of fear.
>anti-magic sword
hmmmmmm maybe its time we retire that thing in a nice glass case that says "break only in case of hostile global take-over by evil wizard"

true, I was just worried that people were gonna start trending towards the complete, unaltered truth, which is of course ruinous. We should be fine with a nice option 2+3 hybrid like we've got going as long as we ham it up sufficiently like your post.
>Tell him the complete, total, unaltered truth
>I could have saved him, Ben. I chose not to out of fear.

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You're Pantsu Ahegao and you're a Ninja.

Your mistress Futa Cocknipples got you a mission to retrieve the fabled Dildo of Handless Orgasms from the Flying Dicks Mountains. It's in possession of the evil witch Halfassed Handjob, you'll need to be very cunning in order to steal it from her.

What do you wanna do?
> Go to the Flying Dicks Mountains at once
> Buy some climbing equipment since you're going mountain climbing
> Seek a companion to go with you in this adventure
> Start a dark metal band as a long term undercover tactic to infiltrate Halfassed Handjob territory
> other
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The guards say "You stay right here mister pizza guy, I'm gonna head inside and ask if anyone ordered pizza."

Shit. Oh well, at least there's only one guard at the door now.

What do you wanna do?
> Kill the lone sentry with your katana and enter the castle
> Wait until the other sentry returns with an answer
> Pretend you're getting a phone call from your boss and tell there was a mistake and you're delivering to the wrong Halfassed Handjob, then go around the palace and attempt to enter through a window
> Eat the pizza it smells good
> other
> Kill the lone sentry with your katana and enter the castle
> Eat the pizza it smells good

You kill the lone sentry with your katana and enter the castle then you start eating the pizza as it smells really good.

The castle is a maze of corridors and rooms into every direction but you have a feeling that if you just go up the largest flight of stairs then look for the largest door you'll find the hideout of Halfassed Handjob. Thing is you're not sure where would she would hide the Dildo of Handless Orgasms, if on her room, on the treasury or somewhere else.

What do you wanna do?
> Head to Halfassed Handjob's room
> Head to the treasury room of the castle
> Head to the barracks and disguise yourself as a mook
> Head to the servants area and disguise yourself as a maid
> other
> Head to Halfassed Handjob's room
"Hi i'm here for round 2, baby!"

Pretend to be a maid
Go to her room
Then fuck her good

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OH SHIT NIGGA, you're the Princess of a medieval fantasy whatever Kingdom, shieeet

Your father, the King, has been murdered and you have decided to dedicate your time to hunt down his killers.

But, you just previously had a fight with one of em where he beat you up and blew up your castle. Now your new quest is to seek out ancient weapons to increase your power, in order to have vengeance!

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>Internet was being a fuck
>I also fell asleep
>This not a poem
>Thread delayed for another 20 hours
Haiku don't work that way, you kn-
I was getting worried here

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