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There is no formal invitation. No one will open any doors for you. You have to be carrying a weapon. It's not going to ever happen at your place. Don't worry, you'll be great!

It's finally happened, you've always wanted to do this. You can't believe it. You're going to be a porn star.


This is Porn Star Quest, where you must navigate the world of suburban houses, turn by turn GPS directions, regular AIDS testing, and not getting murdered for outperforming the host.

You're at the latest address that you've been told.
Money: 500
Vehicle: 2013 Domestic Maker Small Car Hatchback
Weapon: Revolver (No Bullets)
Boyfriend: Surprisingly none

You decide to enter through Side Door/ Patio Door and pretend like you live here. Several people are inside. What are you going to do?


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>>3600623
You don't know how you ended up in this scene. It's only like your second scene after all, I mean, at least that you can remember, I mean, you know real clearly. But there's no denying it. There you are, unable to move. In a dark room. Full of naked people. Wearing pepe the frog, v for vendetta, chad and virgin masks. What's this you feel? Falling? Uncontrollable falling?

You died.
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>>3600602
>Head to bartender without replying
>>3600636
What
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>>3600636
What2
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>>3600642
>>3601683
You guys are plebs, it's obvious the answer to this is
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>>3600636
>op has a mental breakdown in the middle of the quest
Feels bad man

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The year is 1866. You are Daniel Stockton, a veteran of the American Civil War and colonel in the Aizu Domain's military. You've come to Japan looking for work, and with the nation on the brink of war, there is an ever-increasing demand for men such as yourself. Last time, you underwent a trial for your actions, and assisted Matsudaira Katamori in committing a soft coup.

Twitter
https://twitter.com/ZapQM

Archive:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Boshin

Info Paste:
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And that's all for tonight, thanks for playing! Our next session will probably be tomorrow at around the same time. Until then, the floor is open for any questions/comments/concerns/shitopsts/etc.
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>>3603531
Thanks for running.

So, se delivered a pretty strong blow to the mori and the ones reinforcing, but with their escape they will be raising discontent wherever they go
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>>3603531
no mercy a second time
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>>3603531
GG Thanks!
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>>3603531
Arigato!

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Is it always this warm out here? The sun bakes the sand and you with it, until somewhere along the sunscorched, meandering paths one ends up more lost soul than human being.

--

But it was not always thus. In nooks and crannies of old places, buildings stick out of the sand. The bones of old peering, and we the little scavengers among them. Here, enough walls to keep out the wind and the winding paths of strangers meeting for a moment of respite. Strike a fire from the detritus, exchange glances followed by hands followed by words. Should a storm roll in, it may be the last rest to be had for a while.

>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WKL9grqXNys
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Rolled 73, 51, 89, 69, 49, 61, 20, 33, 65 = 510 (9d100)

>>3599377
#Arioch #Surgeling
Alacrity 9 || Limit 12 || Spd 1 || DR 0
==Intent==
Harm 2 || Sense 2 || Support 2 || Attune 3 |
Manipulate 1 | Solve 1 | Resist 1 | React 1 |
==Secrets==
> [Sliptouch]: Distance/Spaces
==Talents==
> [The Screams]: Spend 3 AP to have action generate [ATN] element.
> [Wrapped in Disunity]: Spend 1 AP for 10% bounce.
==Gear==
[Wielded]: || [Memento Token]: Stores 5 energy. (@HandLeft) ||

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>>3599454
We often do!
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Rolled 68, 56, 52, 95, 53, 60, 58, 40 = 482 (8d100)

>>3599377
>2ftg Move 42
>6! Harm1+Joyous2+Unity2+3. Swing Warspike at Clint's invocation. Shatter, Stun 10
>3! Gather little purple crystals
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>>3599683
If anyone's in this thread wondering what's up, qm's got another >>3599683 thing going here, since inspiration struck.
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That happens sometimes.

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>To do list
- Finish building your dream mecha robot to show the world your genius idea
- Kids are learning how to work together. In little time, they are going to be a competent group of girls.
- Destructor is your future wife fiancee, find a way to make her stop villainy/take her out.
- Your Base is secured but you can make it MORE secure.
- Travis company is now TransPacific Company, mine for more minerals for your future construction of your mecha
- Plan something to save your school
- Plan for your future wife
- Deposits of iron mine are being extracted - ETA 2 days
- Iron Ingots that was refined are now finished. Got 10 tonnes of Iron Ingot.
- The titanium mine is now started mining. ETA until first mineral harvest - 2 days
- Anything your forgot and not mentioned here

>Assets


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>>3601660
>Meet Hifumi's Parents
"Hifumi's the top of our class, actually, won the RC Challenge Cup. The whole class made their own cars, I figured it'd be fun for the girls and teach them how systems work. Taking one step at a time to get to a desired end. Should be something they can apply to the rest of school and life in general you know?"
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>>3601709
I want to change up the last paragraph as I made it sound too much like it's just Otto threatening Tokisawa where I really meant it to also be about underestimating Hifumi. One day she could snap like Otto and the results would be tragic but predictable.

>"While I'm still here a piece of free advice for you, Mr. Tokisawa. Don't underestimate your daughter. Looks are often deceiving and lead to arrogant men making fools of themselves. The last man who underestimated me lost a VERY expensive bet and payed dearly...your daughter could explain. AH rambling again, gotta' run. It's a pleasure to finally meet you...Also, if your going to berate your daughter and insult others you should probably make sure those others aren't in earshot of you when you're doing it."
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>>3601728
>>3601740

You quietly open the door and slip in. Hifumi noticed you and you nod at her.

"A-alright, after I got the necessary materials."

"Alright, I know this may take a while but go home every now and then, you siblings miss you....alright?"

Both of them hug each other. You just lean on the corner of the door and smile. Then Hifumi breaks the silence by calling you out.

"P-professor! Hi....."

Hifumi's father turns around and see that he is a head shorter than you, you walk to them and meet them.

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"How about a little story Mr. Tokisawa. You see, I have an old classmate of mine is quite accomplished pianist and harpsichordist. Her teacher pushed her *very* hard and all that hard work payed off. I once went to one of her performances of the Goldberg Variations. Very technically accurate stuff, true to what we could surmise Bach's intent. She wasn't at all Glenn Gould-ing it up. In fact if you payed enough attention, once she passed the Aria right into the first variation you almost see her hands hitch and lock up just where her old teacher would start beating her for her childhood mistakes. She's gotten better at hiding it. I could get us tickets for her next performance. I'm afraid don't be dead set on hearing the variations. She hates to play them; really, she hates to play much of anything these days, but that's all shes good at. You know a jobs a job. Also, the wait will be pretty long. They still haven't let her out of the hospital yet. You know artists, moody sorts, she tried to hang herself on her last European tour. It would be worth the wait though. What I am meaning to say is, she is numerously trying to do with you pressure and your beration. A piece of free advice for you, Mr. Tokisawa. Don't underestimate your daughter. Looks are often deceiving and lead to arrogant men making fools of themselves. The last man who underestimated me lost a VERY expensive bet and payed dearly...your daughter could explain. AH rambling again, gotta' run. It's a pleasure to finally meet you...Also, if your going to berate your daughter and insult others you should probably make sure those others aren't in earshot of you when you're doing it."

You walk outside of the room with a furious Mr. Tokisawa and go back to the room running. When you arrive, Rika is standing at the room arms crossed.

"Get in before I'm going to kidnap you and put you in my dungeon and have a gooooooooooooood time with each other."

"What?" panting very hard. You aren't meant for physical activity.

"JUST GO IN!" He kicks your butt and you opened the door good thing all of the teachers are standing behind the door shielding you tripping yourself. You stand up immediately and your name was called.

.........................

After introducing yourself, your class and some demonstration the parents who attended claps at you. You see Hifumi and Hifumi's mother at the corner of the room. All of the club teacher are now bowing and announce that there will be a student meeting on each club for their upcoming school festival. You decide to...


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>>3603379
I edited this to fix the spelling mistakes and typos
>First, find Rika.
>"Can I ask for a favor. Can you meet Hifumi's mother over there with me? I would like to know what the wife is like but I've already had the displeasure of interacting with her husband. If the wife is anything like her husband you might have to stop yourself from burning her alive, but I'm holding out hope that Hifumi gets the rest of her demeanor from someone else."

>"Rika, the bastard never skips a beat to berate his daughter. It’s bad enough that it has completely shattered her self esteem. Worse yet, Hifumi mentioned he's beat her before and starved her bad enough to have to steal food. Also, who the hell walks into someone’s home or business, bad mouths them and their methods, and then has the nerve to complain when they get caught and called on it. What the fuck gives him that right. I need a third party to step in just in case that ogre comes back and I don't want him taking his frustration out on his daughter. Please, if you can keep her safe. I will be grateful. I'm sure that bastard is looking forward to spewing his vitriol at your sister, thinking he can get on over on me using my own fiancé as his weapon."

>”Sorry, I have my own bad experiences as baggage. I don’t like when people take their personal frustrations out on kids. Physically or Verbally.”

>Briefly meet Hifumi's mother.

>Then find Caroline and see if you can also meet Saki's father.

Just trying to prioritize/get stuff done. like all of the things I wanted to do are presented here as options.

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It is now summer and you've decided to play the latest korean mmorpg to pass the time!

The game is titled "Endless Adventures" and the setting is some fantasy continent filled with magical beasts for the players to slay. You're sure you'll pick up more of the lore as you play, for now you're just trying to get the game to work. You spend a few hours downloading the client and figuring out how to get it to work! You then begin to make an account on the game.

As you fill in the new account form you need to plug in some informations:

> Name
> Gender
> Age
Then you get to character creation. They have eight character classes for you to pick from.

>Mage. Damage dealer with low health. You read on the wiki that he's kinda shitty all the way until about level 40 or so when they get some area spells then they become powerhouses and everybody and their mother gets in line to be in party with them. He can be built to tank damage, staying in one spot and spamming their area attacks, or to maximize damage, but then he must rely on having a lot of potions or someone to heal them. The wiki says there's a more exotic build that relies on maximizing intelligence and using a sniping spell that increases damage the higher your intelligence is but very few people take this build, prefering the area ones. At high levels they can summon a fire elemental that fights with them.
>Priestess. Healers with electric and ice spells. From early levels you get healing spells, what saves up on costs with healing potions for you and your party members. You read on the wiki that she's decent at crowd control and she can be built either to tank a lot of damage and deal poor damage or to deal a decent amount of damage to like five or six enemies at a time but need to run around the enemies to avoid damage. At around level 40 they gain the power to revive characters what saves up experience that they would otherwise lose when being revived by NPCs in town so they're somewhat requisited in parties. At high levels she can summon an angel that heals and fights with them.
>Knight. The ultimate tanker. You read on the wiki that even without trying he gets massive hit points, and if you build it for tanking he gets awesome defense and block stats to boot. His damage is a bit low though, his more powerful skills do triple damage against undead so the wiki says you'll get kinda stuck grinding the same few maps that are filled with undead to make full use of your skills.
>Fighter. Eschewing shields for huge two handed weapons the fighter is the martial damage dealer, his skills are all about dealing a lot of damage really quickly. He has decent hp but he's not a tank, lacking the block stats to have a decent defense. The wiki says you have three possible paths with a fighter - either maximize strength for maximum damage per hit, maximize agility for faster attack rate, or try to strike a balance between the two, having proper skills for all three paths.
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You decide to accept the quest to go kill thirty Rabbits.

You head to the bridge that leads to the first map outside town, Garden of Freedom, and then examines the minimap.

There are five named spawn points in the minimap. Named spawn points are called heavy spawn points (or hellish spawn points as some call it) or HS for short, those are spots where lots of monsters spawn at once, usually one or more parties will be killing the monsters at such spots as soloing a HS would require you to be significantly higher level than the indicated level for the location you're fighting at. There are also lots of minor unnamed spawn points where only a few monsters spawn at a time in which a solo player could leisurely stay killing monsters at their own pace.

The named spawn points at Garden of Freedom are

Sunny Glade
Tarik's House
Old Observatory
The Bridge
Foxhole

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>>3602493
>What time will u be online

I'm usually online at around 18h or 19h UTC most days. Then I can go until about 1h UTC before it starts to get late for me.
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>>3602747
> Go from spawn point to spawn point hunting and killing only rabbits
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>>3603027

You decide to go from spawn point to spawn point hunting and killing only rabbits to complete your quest.

As you're moving around you pass through some named spawn points where you find full parties of low level characters (you can tell because they also have fairies flying near them) killing the monsters. As you proceed to kill the rabbits they tell you in chat:

"KS, go away!"

KS is short for kill stealer, the practice of giving the killing blow on a monster some other player was already fighting to steal the experience and the loot rights. The player who lands the last hit gets at least half of the experience from the monster, and get looting rights for 10 seconds.

You answer them "Killing Rabbits for quest"; they still insist you go away. Once there are no more rabbits around you do indeed leave to look for rabbits in some other spawn point.

The rabbits themselves aren't much hard to kill. According to the wiki they're the weakest monster in the game. They deal barely enough damage to surpass your hp regen even at level 1, and their hp is quite low.

You take about an hour to find all the thirty rabbits.

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>>3603149
> Equip the better Rabbit Foot Amulet
> Go back to Crossroads and sell the vendor trash
> Go back to Crossroads and deliver your quest to get your reward
>equip new wand

>There's a quest to kill thirty Horned Furryballs

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Deep inside the Pokyo Lokyo sewers, you continue sneaking your way back to your apartment building. Ajna is having a panic attack and if you don’t arrive soon to help, nothing good will happen! You have the knowledge to take care of this situation! And the meds! Especially the meds! If you don’t fuck up on the way there, everything will be fine…

Going to more urgent matters (not really), something inside the sewers caught you off-guard! There is a motorcycle! How did it get here? You think it belongs to Ruby based on the helmet she was wearing, but the details don’t quite add up. No, what really caught you by surprise isn’t just this cool vehicle. It’s encountering someone you weren’t expecting at all!

It’s… the cult leader Bernardo Ammirati! He has an intense dark blue flame flickering on his right shoulder, and for some reason he’s wearing casual clothing instead of his usual dark priest robe thing.

“Ahhh… Feels nice to swear once in a while! Really relaxes the nerves.” It might be coming across someone else down in this unsettling sewer, it might be how relaxed he’s being, or it might be from you being within a few meters of one of the leaders in the war… Whatever the case, something immediately sets your skin crawling and your nerves on edge… “C’mon girl, there is nothing but a nice motorcycle in here. You said you wanted to go there before the curfew ends, and I’m not one to turn back on my promises. Get moving!”

“…Something is wrong.” From the same direction in the gloom, another important figure appears! It’s… Giorsal whatshername, the leader of the Judges! Ignoring the bright green flame on her right chest, she doesn’t look any different from the Distant Frontier meetings. Well, her dress is dirtier and more worn-looking, but that’s about it.
“Of course there is something wrong here. Some moron ditched a perfectly good motorcycle inside this sewer tunnel! Nothing about this makes any bit of sense!” Ammirati responds, far more cheerfully than a normal person would inside a sewer. “…Or are you feeling something unusual with those abilities of yours, dear?”

“…” Giorsal looks away. The old yellow lamps on the ceiling give you enough light to see the obvious discomfort on her face. There’s nobody else down here with you but these two, as far as you can tell.
“Fine, I suppose we can spare a minute or two more for your peace of mind. I’ll check more thoroughly…” Ammirati turns around to face the bike and, without noticing it, you as well.

What do you do? (Note: Johnny does not cast a shadow in his invisible state.)

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In your mind, you’re begging for her to say something, anything at all that isn’t her screaming in pain. You should say something to her regardless, questions she can easily answer perhaps.

Ajna slowly blinks multiple times before opening her eyes completely, grabbing her throat with one hand and massaging a little. Oh yeah, she hadn’t eaten or drank anything for a while until you showed up. “Uhhhh…” In one motion, Ajna grabs the blanket on her and goes back to cocoon mode. She finally notices you sitting right next to her bed, blinks a few more times, and goes deer in headlights on you.
“Hey, are you hungry? I made some food for everyone.” Will this malnourished girl understand what you’re saying, or is she still lost?
She sits up on her bed and watches your every move after glancing around the place. It was foolish of you to expect her to respond immediately, but after a few awkward seconds it’s obvious she’s not going to respond at all. You repeat your question and hope it gets through to her…

Ajna looks at her phone that she dropped on the ground at the start of her chaotic episode. You get the hint and give to her. Snatching it from your hands, she types out a message for you and sends it through Chat-Now.

“Is this another dream? This feels too real again. :-(” It reads.
“Dream?” Is your reply. Is it appropriate to communicate like this? A dream would mean it wasn’t bad, right?
“Or were the red world and the demons the real fantasy?” Ajna doesn’t understand what’s happening. “I don’t know what’s real anymore. My head hurts.”

“I’m pretty sure this is all real.” You say aloud to her.

“…” Ajna just stares at you. Beginning to type out a response, she stops abruptly. Her phone drops out of her trembling hands. “Aaaah…” A moaning whimper comes out of her mouth. Oh no, she’s going to start screaming again…

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“I’m not leaving until I’m 100% sure you’re fine!”
Ajna peeks out of her sheets and right into your stern look. She ducks her head back inside her covers and you get another message. “Just give me an hour! <-<”
“Promise me you'll eat something? I made you a pretty decent afternoon meal.” Did Kata give you a miracle drug or what? This is too sudden a change for someone with her situation!

She sends you a thumbs up emote. Well, it is what it is…

“Fine, you got half an hour. Craig is sleeping over on your couch. We’re going to visit the clinic to check what’s with you, like it or not.” Enough kid gloves! “If you’re aware enough to message with me and hide, you’re okay enough to get checked up. It’s not far from here, so don’t worry. I’ll see you soon, okay?”
She sends you another thumbs up. The sigh you let out as you leave the room is almost a groan of exasperation. This better turn out fine. You need to recharge your batteries as well, so a little break might help your peace of mind…

As you were leaving the box-filled scene, you found Craig waking up as well. You basically explained that your intervention was more or less a success. A grateful Craig bear-hugs you then jumps up and down in celebration. He probably doesn’t care about bothering the neighbors under this floor since he owns the whole building. You informed him you would be back in half an hour and that he should watch the news…

Craig probably didn’t hear a thing since he went to check on Ajna himself. Oh well. You will come back anyway and inform the others about your plan, so no rush for now.


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>>3603241
Good thread as always. Looking forward to the next one!
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>>3603241
Thanks for running
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>>3603241
Nice, time for resolve next thread

How many months had it been since you had run away? Actually, how many years? The span of time doesn't matter much. It's your incredible transformation given to you by a god. You were once small and weak. In fact, running into the forest at night should have gotten you killed. But somehow, you managed.

Filled with a fiery fury for the horde that had abused you for far too long you resorted to escaping along with vowing to yourself that you will have your revenge. Simple instincts drove you to survive and the hope that you may give your abusers payback for depriving you of a viable livelihood when you gained the power to do just that.

You learned how to craft basic tools, make fire, hunt and obtain expertise in wielding makeshift spears. Living alone had been a big improvement in your life and you enjoyed it. When you least expected it the god of wisdom took an interest in you. Or it might've been a stroke of luck for all you could care.

He guided you to an avenue that led you to who you are now, by eating souls. It wasn't without cost though. Meeting you there at the source of power for demons was your horde's leader. Nearly dying you defeated him which awards you the privilege of evolving from your puny state as an imp.

Your transformation is a part of the wisdom god's experiment. Huseth demons, your kind, are a parallel to humans in the Overworld. He plans to have you achieve "Humanhood", the goal of your race and to hopefully have you advance to the Overworld!

Presently, you have recognized monotony in your daily life. You find hunting and crafting and sparring fun but ever since you had ascended your level intelligence you can't shake the feeling of there being more and that you can't find it. "-- Start thinking big," can be heard inside your head at times.

Prologue: Small Demon Quest
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>dash at Lef with your widest arm span as possible, your tail included. it was a good run, not it's time to end the session!
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Life stuff is getting in the way. Sorry if there are no updates. If you understand, I appreciate it!
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>>3603071
No problem.
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>>3602343
>>play along with it. you definitely have more stamina than Lef
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>>3602343
>play along with it. you definitely have more stamina than Lef

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You are Noel Tiberius di Hazaran, one-time princess of Hazaran and former Seventh-ranked warrior among the half-bloods of the Organization. Though that all sounds like your life has been ruined at least twice within recent memory, things aren’t so bad right now.

Earlier today you killed a gar as long as you are tall with a broomstick, and your former subordinate Lucia cooked it into a simply massive feast sufficient for the whole troop who have been stationed at your family’s former administrative seat and summer castle. It’s clearly ingratiated you with these men, upon whom the reality of your survival and the secrecy of your operations currently hinge.

So due to this realization, and the current good mood among the troops, you decide to press your luck a little further.

Downstairs there’s a series of vaulted rooms where supplies would be stored. Right now most of it is gunpowder and artillery shells, along with replacement cups for the breech-loaders. The powder in particular has to be covered with waxed canvas to keep any moisture away from it, while other provisions are the sort that the castle’s residents would go through before they spoil.

You quickly find an old barrel, and haul it upstairs into the dining hall.

“With any luck...” you mutter, popping the bung out and taking a sniff of the contents. “Wow. Okay, that’s strong.”

“All the residual sugar’s been converted,” you declare, searching the cabinets for a tap and eventually finding one in a drawer at the far end of the room. The tap goes into the bung hole with a sharp tap, and you heft the barrel into a position where you can pour from it. “Be careful with this stuff, it’s about twice as wine. So I’d suggest mixing it with some water.”

The inky black wine pours into dozens of glasses, cheers and loud toasts go round the room mostly to the health of you and your fellow warriors. You quickly pick out the commander as his men enjoy your hospitality.

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>>3602591
>Check in on your fellow warriors and try to relax.
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>>3602591
>>Check in on your fellow warriors and try to relax.
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>>3602591
>>Wait for the right opportunity to drop the proverbial shoe: you want volunteers to help clean.
get them drunk enough to accept, but not enough to be a hinderance
*also evil laugh is mandatory*
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>>3602591
>>Withdraw upstairs. This whole situation brings back some uncomfortable memories.
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>>3602591
>>Check in on your fellow warriors and try to relax.

The soft crunch of snow and rubble beneath your feet seems oddly loud even through the distant sounds of artillery. Glancing nervously down the street to confirm it’s clear your attention shifts to the building in front of you. While the large brick and wood building wasn't noteworthy in itself, its relative lack of damage and distance from the fighting makes the likelihood of shelter and food higher than you probably have right to hope for.

You push yourself across the street, desperately willing yourself to remain unseen, barreling into the building’s entrance The chipped plastered walls over dull bricks blended in with the dust and traces of rubble. You noted that most of the unfinished wooden doors stood open, either broken off their hinges by other citizens desperately looking for food, or equally desperate soldiers.

Despite your optimism, the broken remnants of the apartments yield little. The cupboards of every kitchen hang sadly open and even the beds appear to be stripped of all of their materials by those attempting to escape the harsh Russian winter. However at the end of the hallway on the ground floor a closed wooden door grabs your attention. Approaching on light feet and opening the door slowly, you’re greeted by a battered wooden staircase descending into a dark concrete cellar.

Mercifully, the small room is home to only a large boiler and some shelves of odd tools, a tarp and other items related to the maintenance of the room, a brief survey, yields further hope in the form of a small, labeless tin can. Working the can’s lid against the metal corner of the boiler's base you push hard until you feel the lid gave way and are rewarded with the pungent odor of pickled herring, which you eagerly wolf down to stave off the growing hunger in your belly.

Now full, you search the shelter for something to stave off the cold, grabbing the tarp off the shelves you curl yourself into a small bundle in an alcove behind the boiler, the cold still manages to creep in, but exhausted you still manage to drift off to sleep. Dreams of attending your father’s hunting trips in your old village in Belorussia fill your mind, your favorite part was always:

>Spending time in the woods with father hunting and tracking (bonus to sneaking, shooting, and tracking checks)
>attending the market to sell your excess catch (bonus to barter, intimidate, and speak checks)
>spending time learning with the old German priest after your father made his week’s income (learn to read Russian and speak some German)

-rolls are going to be D20 based. The threshold to beat will be rolled by a D10 and a given difficulty modifier added (IE, D10 is easy or routine, D10+5 is moderately challanging. D10+10 would be hard, D10+15 would be very hard)
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>>3603497
I'm personally leaning towards the sub machinegun or the bolt action while going a bit more towards the bolt action. Is the bolt action somehow lighter than the sub machinegun? I imagine the ammo might weigh us down

Are things at the point where us walking the street with a machinegun isn't considered unusual yet? The good news is that Soviet soldiers having less than one man per gun is a myth and they actually had so many that the germans started adopting them from all of the leftovers they picked up.
I'm leaning towards bolt action since it lets us "pretend" we were going to go hunting and wont be stolen by any gangs or/of soldiers that decide they want a better weapon like the better ones might.
>Ask Illya if it is better to aim for one spot or to hurt it with many bullets. Our father used to take us hunting, so if you can teach me where to shoot, I can hit them.
Trying to puzzle out what our Karmic destiny/weight that has QB all over us is pretty fun. Given our inquisitive nature I'm guessing that it's related to science/literature. Maybe the Russians were even supposed to win the space race thanks to us? Maybe it's an Anne Frank's diary situation where the world at large learns about QB's shit and he can't cover it up because our technology advanced too much? Did The iron Man learn about meguka and the cold war became hot via weaponized wishes? I doubt QB even knows.
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>>3603497
I’ve been mulling back and forth between the bolt action and the magazine fed model. Just having a had time coming up with some “this one I know but I recognize how useful this one could be”type of dialogue.
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>>3603646
The MP 41 and M38 are, including relevant ammunition, roughly the same weight.
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>>3603646
Alternatively, like Mami, it's possible that your potential hinges on you contracting
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>>3603497
>Take the short bolt action. It’s just like your father’s Mosin

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You are Inari Riku, the result of a fusion between Tamamo no Mae and her living shintai, Captain Kusajishi Riku. At present you are interrogating a representative of the noble Tsunayashiro clan, Tokinada, who was once a classmate of Head Captain Kyōraku and former Captain Ukitake.

He’s a thoroughly disagreeable man, for a variety of reasons. He is entirely overconfident due to his position in life, being a member of a noble clan, but is extremely ambitious due to his low position within that clan. You can tell that he is cruel and dismissive towards those he thinks beneath himself, showing no regard towards your fellow officers in the Gotei 13 and requiring you to give him a tongue-lashing to ensure even basic civility. And the fact that a hollow is sitting at your side is something which must gall him as well.

All things you would be more tolerant of, were he more useful in answering your questions.

“Riku, calming breaths,” Yoruichi taunts you as you fume. “In and hold, release, and hold, and in and hold...”

Meanwhile, Inari thankfully takes over for you. “So, Tsunayashiro Tokinada, this is Inari Ōkami speaking.”

“No kidding?” Tokinada muses, evidently surprised at the names this little meeting has drawn.

“No kidding,” Inari repeats. “So what does it mean to you that Aizen Sōsuke has that missing ability to manipulate shinreiryoku that you thought he lacked?”

“Well,” Tokinada admits. “It’s not good. Not good at all.”

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>>3602560
>>How did Yhwach come to possess the power of the Soul King?
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>>3602560
>Tell us everything you know about how the Soul King came to be as he is.
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>>3602560

>Tell us everything you know about how the Soul King came to be as he is.
>How did Yhwach come to possess the power of the Soul King?
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>>3602560
>>Tell us everything you know about how the Soul King came to be as he is.
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>>3602560
>>Tell us everything you know about how the Soul King came to be as he is.
History lesson time!

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And so, a week passed by in which you were left in relative peace. Des and JJ popped by a few more times to keep you company for an hour or so and that was a nice little way of passing the time. Finally, though, there was no justifiable reason to keep yourself in bed any longer. The aches and shakes that plagued the first few days of your recovery have faded entirely by this point and another quick scan of your mind by the old man himself has informed you, finally, that there is no residual otherworldly corruption lurking in the recesses of your mindscape.

“You’re free to go,” Grim informs you.

“What, I don’t get a lollipop?”

He fixes you with one of his patented flat stares that you’ve found expresses a curious range of vibes; from ‘Get out of my face, now,’ to ‘Are you done?’ and, quite possibly your favourite; ‘No answers for you now or ever, now get back to work, slave’.

“Just thought I’d ask, sheesh,” you mutter, getting up from your seat and strolling out of the infirmary, past the head physician--a tall, lanky Scandinavian man whose name you won’t even begin to try and pronounce. The guy is jotting notes down on what you assume is a medical chart and doesn’t even look up at you as you pass him by, muttering in his native tongue--whatever it is.

Well, now you’re free. For however long that is until the old guy finds another way to try and get you and everyone else killed in the immediate future, leaving you with an age old problem until such a moment arrives:

What the hell do you do with yourself?

>You’ve been cooped up in bed for a while. If you’re going to be heading out to parts unknown you might as well get yourself in shape--hit up the gymnasium and see what’s what.

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Hey folks, afraid there's not going to be an update this evening or tomorrow morning. I had to get a lot done and I kind of underestimated how long it'd all take. I'm also moving out of my current place tomorrow and the truck shows up early and that's it's own festival of fun. Hopefully I should be all set up by mid-afternoon at the latest so I'll continue as normal around then or the usual evening time.
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Nathaniel doesn’t look up as you approach him. In fact he doesn’t realise you’re even there until you plop yourself down on the seat opposite, causing him to start.

“Oh! Sorry, old man, you quite took me by surprise.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” you observe, keenly, “You looked pretty wrapped up inside your own head there. What’s that saying you Brits have, uh, ahhh, dime for your thoughts?”

“Penny,” he corrects you with an amused twinge at the corner of his mouth.

“Close enough,” you shrug, “And the question stands.”

“Does it, now?” he leans back, and you allow yourself to get a good look at the man. He’s certainly got the aristocrat look and feel to him, though what on earth an English gentleman would be doing here of all places…

You stop that train of thought before it goes much further. They’ve really got all sorts here: men, women, foreigners, kids. What’s really so strange about this particular man’s background with that in mind?


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>>3602636
>Not seeing that sword of yours anywhere. Had a little bet going on with Arnold to see if the thing was glued to you.
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>>3602636
>Not seeing that sword of yours anywhere. Had a little bet going on with Arnold to see if the thing was glued to you.
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>>3602636
>Not seeing that sword of yours anywhere. Had a little bet going on with Arnold to see if the thing was glued to you.

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The Fortress sits in the forest, a once feudal bastion against raiders. Tainted symbols and markings have been etched in its black wood walls that make heads ache when they're looked at. Guard towers rise above the treelines, the guards inside ever vigilant. It's dark. Too dark to make any progress towards the camp without risk of angering that which lurks in the dark. Make camp, or face the unrelenting force of the wild.
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>>3599508
It is a big wide hole in a wall, no way to "sneakily" enter it. It's a hole. The absence of wall. A big eyesore for the fort's commander and a nightmare in homeland security.
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Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>3601214
>once the guards rotate, she signals to the other to start moving
>sneaking to the hole
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Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>3601958
>follows after her
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Rolled 78 (1d100)

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>>3601985
>Rushes during the rotation from a blind spot of the change of the guards towards the hole
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>>3601958
You make it to the tree line past the hole undetected. The trees saving you from anyone who might want to find you. You cannot see the parade grounds leader, but there is one there.

>>3601985
"Huh? Did you hear that?" says a guard atop the wall as he shines a light into the woods.
"Keep on alert." -10 to the group's stealth attempts for the next 3 checks

>>3603066
You appear in the woods in front of the hole, undetected.

Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=One%20Piece%20Bounty%20Photographer%20Quest
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Cover-art kindly provided by our noble artiste, Draw-anon, who generously took time off repainting the Sistine Chapel for us. Look upon our prettyboy protagonist. Look upon his devilish smile and despair.

In last thread’s episode of Angsty Self-Reflection Quest, our hero Commander Flashman metaphorically punched a couple of his friendships in the metaphorical balls via actual, non-metaphorical honesty. On the other hand, he’s getting kind of depressed over how socially manipulative he is, so maybe the honesty was a good thing, even though he came out worse for it? WE MAY NEVER KNOW. Aside from that, he now has a shiny new boat of his own, and a mission to escort the wounded Fireplace Abs to a much-needed Doctor. Who happens to be a pirate. And definitely not our hero’s long-lost brother, because that’s far too much of a Shocking Coincidence. Also, Flashy’s currently spilling his (still metaphorical) guts to swordad, who thinks being a Marine is a dumb idea anyway.

We now return you to your scheduled idiocy.
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>>3602373
>>Just show him him to his quarters and then get the Skyraaaaaazor underway.
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>>3602373
>>Just show him him to his quarters and then get the Skyraaaaaazor underway.
>>Let him know to ask if he needs anything. Might as well try to be a good host.
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>>3602459
>I'm gonna make Klaus adopt him
Can't wait for epic showdown between Whitebeard and Klaus to decide who is Aces real dad.
>inb4 they gain mutual respect for each other and decide to baby Fireplace together
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Having an early night, sorry. It's been a long day.
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>>3602459
>Our brother
If that happens I will go take a walk to 7/11 and asphyxiate every stray cat I see on the way there.

>Trying this again with a better intro

Sand shifts across the pitted black stone of the roadway, shifting and crunching beneath your boots as you continue your pilgrimage across the endless desert. Bone fragments, bleached white and brittle by the sun and time shatter to dust beneath your heel as you stop, wetting a rag with a splash of water from your canteen, wiping the cool cloth across your neck and face. The pale yellow sun flares down as you mercilessly, a errant drop of sweat nearly hissing as it impacts the black stone of the roadway.

The Wastes are an enigma to those that reside in the green fields and rebuilt cities of the Belt. To a man who has never ventured into that boundless expanse, it’s call could be quite confusing. But beyond the endless desert, nestled in the dead cities and strange outlaw towns, is the future.

Your future.

The Wastes call to men and women of all backgrounds, all walks of life. Outlaws and Lawmen, Exiles and Pilgrims, Broken Men and Bounty Hunters, Scholars and Hunters. The call of fortune, of fame and renown can be irresistible. The Wastes are a place of unimaginable danger however, few ever returning after being swallowed by that expanse, even fewer returning sane. Only a rare few can hope to venture into the belly of the beast and return alive.

Or return at all.

>Who are you?
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>>3602777
Ah, I see. I'll change over to
>Asylum
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>Asylum. There must be peace somewhere in this world.

With the civil wars tearing through the Belt like rampaging wildfires, you turned your feet from fighting another pointless war and made for the Waste. If you couldn’t find a life of peace in the Belt of all places, maybe there is somewhere beyond the Wastes where a man can find it.

All you had is buried back there anyway, there’s nothing left to hold you.

Dust and grit swirls around you as the wind kicks up, whipping past you like the exhaust of a furnace, wispy gray-tan clouds moving overhead and casting ephemeral shadows across the sands. Your boots leave fleeting impressions in the sand as you walk around the rusted hulk of some ancient “auto-mobile” and continue on, ignoring the empty eyes of the dessicated corpse leaning against the relic. A rusted knife is rammed between the cadavers ribs, the wooden grip rotted to paper thin fragility.

You snort, spitting across the body and walking on, tugging at the reins to...

>A Horse, the last companion of your home.

>A Mule, strong and stubborn, smarter than it lets on

>A Crawler lizard. A Beast of the Wastes, slow but tireless.

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>>3602882
>A Crawler lizard. A Beast of the Wastes, slow but tireless.
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>>3602882
>A Crawler lizard. A Beast of the Wastes, slow but tireless.
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>>3602882
>A Crawler lizard. A Beast of the Wastes, slow but tireless.

You are a neonate Tzimisce vampire in the ancient times. How ancient? well, it starts off somewhere around 200 BC, with your sire being, what you suspect far older than so. You have had a few years of "second upbringing", where your sire taught you enough to go by, in slow, but wild steps. Cruel but fair, he has hardened you into what remants of a man you are; Still not truly damned into complete vampiric sociopathy, but the times you even feel faintly interested in the lifes of man are scant. Not much more than mere tools and feed now, even is sometimes useful. Your sire has taught you enough in the political landscape of the nearby other vampire lords, or Vovivodes, as they are called, to know which ones to fear, which ones can be relied upon, enemies and so forth, and you know well enough that you are still but a speck for them. Still, you have been able to serve your sire to good use, securing him some influence and wealth.

However, now it seems like your sire desires that you make something for yourself. He has sent you off to a nearby "village", if you can call it that. High up in the mountains, the shacks people live in are barely houses, and should barely be enough to keep you fed. Most likely you will have to supplement your blood intake on the forest lives, and that may also hurt the potential hunters in the village. Not to speak of what your living place is. While better than the shacks in the village, it can barely be called more than a stone cottage. Still, it's not all bad: The village is located in an important mountain pass, and while the trade here now is far and few, it could could be a good potential.

Choose a background; this will largely govern what your character is, and a character sheet will be supplied.

> Learned man: While this doesn't account for much in a modern sense, you have been taught in academics. It assumes a primary mental background, and you will have some skills related to it. It gives you good contacts to knowledge, and you have a good chance of being able to accquire specialized people.

> Hunter: Your familliarity with the wild is that of the rangers, and tracking, archery and the use of weapons are second nature to you. However, you cannot read. Still, the knowledge of animals could be of great use. Your physical traits will represent an upbringing largely in the woods.

> Ghoul-family: You have been raised in one of the revenant families, and hence, your knowledge of vampires and their powers are increased. You can count on that they have your back come the worst, and some favours can be called, after all, many of them desire to be vampires themselves one day. Still, a neonate as you shouldn't expect much. You can also read and do mathematics, but it's slow and and not your strong suit - yet.
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>>3602713
You promise the defectors a reward once it is set up. The workers actually seem quite inspired, and work actually moves faster than before. Morale is boosted for all of the workers.

trading shack [11/15]

>>3602715
>>3602713


You decide to let your garden project rest for now, while you have some ideas, you feel the lack of progress is halted by motivation, and other concerns. Instead, you put some work on practicing your flesh craft arts. While nothing groundbreaking is done, it is apparent that your skill has increased. In fact, you feel confident enough using your powers that you can smoothen out some of the flaws in your appearance. some symmetry, sharper brows, etc.
(appearance +1). You're certain that real progress could be made in improving your aptitude in a year or so.

>continue

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>>3602804
this is sadly the last for tonight.
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>>3602810
Its ok senpai. We like what we get.

>>3602804
Carry on as usual. But keep an eeye on our operations and make sure no one is interfering.

>continue, my dream is now to make blood plants of tons of different genuses. This way we can have blood like wine with lots of different flavors and be all elitist about it. This should be our focus.
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>>3602804
>Carry one as usual for now
But implement the policy now, that "Shipments of food are not to be checked, simply waved through.
If they are for the village, I will check them when time permits."
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>>3602804
>continue, my dream is now to make blood plants of tons of different genuses. This way we can have blood like wine with lots of different flavors and be all elitist about it. This should be our focus.


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