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Hi /qst/ I'll make this as obvious as possible:
I'm an uncreative shit, prone to laziness.
I would like to improve on both of those, primarily in the writing department.

I more or less have a world and I have some stories to tell. I just really need some help to make them good and coherent.

So what is this Quest about? Helping my retarded ass learn to write.
Welcome to Retard Quest!

I'm gonna drop you into an unexplored world and you can pick where to move / what to do, much like a CYOA Book.

Maps are up to you.
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You awaken in a field of flowers, scared and confused. You don't know where you are, who you are, or how you got here.

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>>3100743
Let us open it, they way we know how to!
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>>3098490
>>3101411

you further inspect the little metal thingy. It doesn't exactly yield more results than before, it's small and has a triangular hole. Out of curiosity you put the hole against the bottle's seal. You move it down and nothing happens, it falls off, you move it up however....
*plop*
the seal just...went off, with minimal effort.
Perhaps this is some sort of bottle-opener.
You grab the bottle and shake it fiercely, until the piece of paper falls out, this one much like the bottle, is a lot bigger than previously.

You unfold it and read
"You have accepted my quest, for that I am thankful. I want you to hunt someone for me. He does not belong on the surface, return him.
To aid you in your efforts, I will bestow a powerful artifact upon you, give it a name and it shall reveal it's power."

A disproportionally large wave then proceeds to toss a wooden sword at your head.
It's not too big, about the same size and shape as an arming sword. It even has a little hole to hang it onto your belt, if only you wore one.
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>>3101691
Seize the Wooden Sword and proudly name it "Butter Chicken"
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>>3102219
spicy

I hope we get more than 1 suggestion tho
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>>3101691
Take up the sword and with a flourish name it, Spectrum.

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Give suggestions on how the story should continue...

Past quests: https://www.deviantart.com/lom678
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>>3100179
I like meiling but i'm not feeling the other two
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>>3100192

Maybe DJ Marvelous (self proclaimed soul name, real name would be something boring like john smith), and Nancy or Cyndy?
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>>3101617
The new arrivals are greeted by a tourist guide. Maybe a crab people in need of money
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Previous parts of the story

Part 1 https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3029969/
part 2 https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3060504/
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(I am not able to move my body, the only thing that I can feel right now is the pain coming from my head)
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(And a strange ringing is coming from my ear. If it continues any longer it will drive me crazy)
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(Thank god it stopped, but now it is sounding like something is crawling out of my head. What the fuck is going on with me?!)
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(What the fuck is wrong with that girl!?)
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(She punched me in the eye after I was trying to stop her from hurting herself)

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ASOIAF Reincarnation Quest: A Male Powder Fantasy, Thread #21


Character Sheet: https://pastebin.com/RsQUNkkx
Future Updates and Shitposts (mainly the latter): https://discord.gg/H4z8wcy
Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=powder+fantasy
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1st month of 290 AC

Armament – Pair of Flintlock pistols, an Imperial Sabre, Mastercrafted Flintlock Rifle
Protection – Commissar's Uniform with a Proofed Breastplate
Treasury - 7238 Gold Dragons
Debts - (10 000 GD debt owed to House Stark), (6000 GD owed to you by Stannis Baratheon)

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Also, given how valuable good designs are, we should probably take a month or two at some point designing ships for loads of circumstances.

We could also consider selling our "wave simulation" tank as a novelty / ship designing tool to someone. Lord knows it should interest someone.
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>>3105999
> [Free ship] "I'd like you to sponsor a project of mine."
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>>3105999
Supporting >>3106015 especially the haggling part. As for the others:

> [Land] "I'd like your lands."
We need more land to do stuff, especially our own coastline. So this should be a priority.
> [Free ship] "I'd like you to sponsor a project of mine.
Maybe not the whole cost as we have plenty of coin, in return for his subsidizing part of our ship I would offer knowledge on The Long Night's construction as well as anything else his shipwrights can learn from us. We could throw in compass tech too, but that may be better saved for later once they get used to having them and how useful they are.
> [Protection] "With my naval presence gone, I'd like to borrow some of yours for a bit."
Maybe not for protection as we are founding a unit of marines already. But we could definitely use a small ship for travel and other utility uses until our ship is done. Maybe offer to lease the ship in return for some light cannons (which would be built into the ship). It would also be difficult to train our marines without a ship.
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> [Land] "I'd like your lands."
> [Ship Discount] "I've a ship to build and I'd like to haggle."
> [Protection] "With my naval presence gone, I'd like to borrow some of yours for a bit."
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>>3105999
> [Ship Discount] "I've a ship to build and I'd like to haggle."
This is the most important, we need this ship as cheap as possible, but we don't want it to be "free" since that would just mean it is mostly his. If he pays for it entirely and doesn't just cut us a good deal, he will expect it to be mostly his.
> [Land] "I'd like your lands."
Sure why not

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Those fags are Illumes, a pseudo religious order of telepaths. They can communicate with each other mentally at intercontinental range and collectively form a sort of telephone network. The King of Uthain and the Arch-Duke of Aflor and this evil wizard enclave all have their own Illume. Killing them is a serious crime basically everywhere (they give a prized telepathic servant to every influential ruler in the known world). They follow strict vows concerning non-interference, and privacy of information. Their self proclaimed purpose is to spread knowledge and provide communication.
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>>3101228
>But salaman just turned around and started casting at us like it was nothing.
He made a decision and acted on it rather than whinge over it.
It just happened to be a bad decision. I see his position, it's just a stupid call.

>My biggest concern is what would happen to us if we failed to win this fight? Taken prisoner and experimented on?
I don't think it would have gotten that far, but I don't really know. This is a good question to ask Salaman.
My point is that some anons don't WANT to ask him.
They want him dead, his sister dead, anyone who aids them dead, and anyone who betrays us dead. Immediately.
Those who feel this quest should be about drenching the earth in the blood of those who would dare to betray us, I can only respond with pic related.
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>>3101423
Oh so the skin color and pimpin' outfits are traits all Illumes share?
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>>3101462
Yes they're an ethnicity as well as an organization. All the normal members wear the same uniform.
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>Host: "Is pimpin' easy?"
>Illume: "...hell yeah."
>Host: "Somehow, that's correct!"

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You're William Halskate and you're sick. A bad case of infection. You have fever, your throat is sore, your muscles ache and you can barely walk. You need antibiotics, strong ones, or you're going to die.

Problem is the city is overrun by zombies.

You're in your apartment in the 13th floor downtown. You can see the masses of undeads down below. There's a pharmacy two blocks away.

What you gonna do?
> Grab a metal pipe and take the elevator to the ground floor
> Grab a metal pipe and take the stairs to the ground floor
> Fashion a rope out of bedsheets and try to toss it into a smaller building across the street to create a makeshift bridge for you to cross
> Fashion a makeshift crowbar out of a metal pipe and go breaking and entering into your neighbour apartments hoping to find some antibiotics in their medicine cabinets
> Accept your fate and just drink your last half bottle of bourbon
> other
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>>3099030
Crude spears might not be the best. Zombies are like boars in that if you pierce em they're just gonna keep charging. That's why boar spears have those things on the sides. Pitchforks are much better because they hook onto something and keep it from getting closer.

We need a way to observe zombies safely even if it's setting up cameras or drones to watch them. We know next to nothing about them and need to know more before we get a nasty surprise like a zombie that knows how to use a gun.
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>>3097289
>>3097391
>>3097487
>>3097873
>>3099030
>>3099856

We decide to try reaching the hardware store.

We begin considering our options. We scour all the apartments for brooms, mops and large knives. One of the apartments had quite a collection of steak knives. With some duct tape that we have handy we could make several makeshift spears. We'd spend all our duct tape on that though. Should we craft makeshift spears?

We consider using the remaining brooms and mops as steps for making a rope ladder. We'd have to use bedsheets for rope since we haven't found proper rope anywhere. Should we do it?

We have Samantha look through a phone book for important locations around our area code. We start marking possible spots for getting food, weapons and tools on the map. We start doing an inventory of what we have in store so as to not go risking our lives to get what we already have. We looted plenty of clothing from the various apartments in our building; there are plenty of simple furniture and home appliances but nearly nothing battery based or solar powered, seems the folks in this building weren't very keen on being off the grid. There's also a reasonable amount of cleaning products. One apartment had a small home library, with many classical books in it but nothing much in terms of practical knowledge; some other apartments had a bunch of college textbooks on various subjects, including chemistry and computer science. One of the apartments had a large stash of porn magazines dating all the way back to the eighties.


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>>3102553
make a rudimentary man catcher by reinforcing a broom with these L shaped braces used for small shelves (we'd need four of these and six nuts and bolts), two to make a fork of sorts and two to reinforce the whole thing
it won't kill anything, but it'll sure stop a charge if you brace it (and we can probably improve it later by adding a spring-loaded spike on top of it later).
i don't trust these sheets, but let's try.
Hide the food, it'll hold better in a dark place anyway (just make sure we all know about it)
it might be a good idea to use this opportunity to double check how much we have and keep track of it
Don't waste our only radio, i'm sure we'll need it at some point
Let's go to that hardware store, but if things look bad, we bail immediately before someone has an accident
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>>3102553
>Mount a mirror on the end of a long stick. We can use that to look around corners like that street with bad visibility instead of directly poking our head into a den of zombies.

What specifically is bad about the visibility? If we can secure a floor enough we can just use a flashlight on the street from above to see anything at the level of "teeming"? Does the street have a bunch of garbage the zombies could hide in/under?
We have basic supplies. No need to speedrun our way to the store. Prepare to camp out if it rains so that we don't slip during all of that climbing. (I'm assuming that we can use some rubber gloves to pull the apartment keys out of a zombie's pocket and check the wallet to find an address. Make sure it's thoroughly dead of course)
Do the fire escapes go all the way to the roof or close enough? As long as we're methodical, we can secure a safe passage (zombies won't be on the rooftops if we put a tent there at least. Make sure we aren't within jumping distance if another building is higher up iif we can't use an apartment.), bring some bridges we make, and use them to skip crossing those dark streets on the ground. I'm assuming they must be pretty thin alleys since if there's no visibility then they can't be wider streets than what we've already crossed before.We could even wait until noon so that the sun is shining directly down on the alley for the best light? When we come back we can build more permanent crossings for the dangerous areas with the tools we get so that we only take the risk once?
Bedsheet ropes are a bad idea to rely on. They're commonly designed to rip easily to prevent suicides which means they will rip when we put our weight on them before we consider that the wood cant hold our weight.If we use em it's for holding something way lighter than us.

A shame that there wasn't a fishing rod in any of those apartments.

Sam. If you come with us then you pack stuff we can afford to lose on this trip both ways. If an emergency looks like it might happen. We can have you lower the radio somewhere else with rope or via running (safely) to the other side of the building and get the hell back to us while the zombies investigate what that noise is. Don't carry anything when that happens other than a weapon. Anything we drop can be picked up later Speed is most all that matters if we have to run. Zombies ain't gonna eat power tools. I don't like sacrificing our only radio, but we can always get a new one eventually. There might even be something new on it by the time we find a new one or pick it back of if the zombies didn't try to eat it. If the radio thing works well enough we could just dangle em in front of buildings with some wire to empty em out and get a general headcount of the zombie population when they all exit the buildings to find the radio.Maybe even barricade the buildings/stairs/floors behind them really quickly with a nail gun and some lumber as they wander outside?
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>>3105416
Oh and ziplock bags, tape and markers to label the keys we scavenge. Never know when they might come in handy.

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Galactic Federation is a freeformish RP where you create your own civilization and you mess around with other civilizations and have adventures with the ambassador of your race and occasionally do wars as well.Feel free to jump in at any time just listen to group consensus and try not to be too OP and anyone is welcome to join.
Discord:https://discord.gg/8pdDDUg
The setting: An alternate reality where the Andromeda and Milky Way Galaxies collided in the far past.Many races have arisen in this collision with some from different galaxies,alternate dimensions and even from earlier times.They all interact on Trojan the meeting place of the Galactic Federation:an organization for all races to meet and to keep peace in the galaxy.
Or beat the fuck out of each other.
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>>3106644
>attempts to capture end mocking laughter as the blood fuelled fury warps the minds of the thirsty, though several of the higher-ups in the army were able to be restrained
>the blood coalesces around the general as he wields blood and death as weapons, limbs shot from him and his body blasted to pieces before reforming, his maddening laughter coming to an apex, commanding each element of the Drakul reinforcements to annihilate the IAF forces
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Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>3106653

>While many of the restrained higher ups were able to be taken away in time, much of the IAF's second wave is smashed.

>The IAF fleet responds by bombing the General directly from orbit.

>Repeatedly.
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>>3106731
>the general simply regenerates too fast for them to hurt him, the fleeing second wave is chased down by jetbikes shich mop up the remaining forces as co-ordinated bombing runs take out the IAF’s ship to ground weaponry on a massive scale
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>>3106788

>Though what is left of the second wave is finished off, the many last stands they made is enough to buy time for the captured Drakul to be taken off world.

>A number of corvettes and several Cruisers who became overconfident are blown apart as a result of the Drakul's bombing attack.

>However, the remainder of the sizable fleet pulls back, and for a moment, all is quiet.

>Then, the fleet fires hundreds of nuclear armaments at the planet below.

>Continents shatter, the air is choked with so much radioactive debris and dust the sun is blotted out, and all is ash.
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>>3106803
>the battle concludes

>meanwhile the Drakul ships enter the IAF home system, cloaked and intent on ending this mess

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!

Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=stranded+mech+quest

Information pastebin: https://pastebin.com/vSXCNHAQ

You are Captain Alex, Proxima Aquarii Federation, 4th Fringe Machine Infantry. When heading to a routine exercise, you and your mech ended up somewhere other than outside the backwater base on a polluted world you called home.

(You are also Crew Boss Levi, a mechanic in charge of repairs to Alex's mech. You are also Miriam Arteth, a member of the elite nobility of the Meran Empire.)

Now you're stuck in a world that's verdant, green, and full of life, where people use 'magic' and gods rule. You were pretty sure it was a sophisticated LARPer's personal planet, but Mirna, from the Apha Centauri Conglomerate has stated otherwise.

You are an ace pilot, the elite of mech operators, and you pilot the Newt, a durable and quick military mech.

You are currently located at Port Haller.

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>>3105914
>desert
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>>3106630
>desert
>put on some tunes
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>>3105914
Drag the head across the desert!

Or at least take the plumes and stick them on our Mech.

Also burn the organic material, just in case.
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Sell the head to the orcs for more dakka delivered to our base. Orcs fucking love trophies, just stay away from their mad leader.
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>>3107439
>>3106773
Do both of these.

Or use the helmet to armor plate our mecha even further. Dress in the shells of our defeated enemies!

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Somewhere a lone Bloat Carrier was selected from its convoy and diverted, its cargo holds filled with tankers of raw Cauldron biomass and metal slurries, transporting the valuable resources between the planets. These very resources caused you to select it upon a whim.

Now you stood among the large tankers, Kyn'tk twisting and coiling excitedly in your grasp. The ships Cauldron lay before you, just finishing filling with the dark churning liquid. This Cauldron and several others in the carrier were linked to the tankers, the glass Reconstruction chambers on the lower decks serving as mobile producers of Reconstructed should they have to.

Thoughts of ancient memories, of past conflicts in the Wormstars name, surfaced in your mind. You remembered Kyn'tk, the starforged weapon that served as your familiar, possessed abilities you had forgotten. Memories of the spear slithering through knots of spacetime like a living beast, of it splitting its impossibly folded mass in its ever shifting way. You had always known it's relation to solidstate reality was tenuous at the best of times, its form perpetually shifting and consuming itself in ways that should be impossible.

Once imprisoned, stuck on the edge of an event horizon, the living weapon had forgotten its past glories as well. But now, with it psionically linked to your very being, your soul, it too was beginning to remember its past self.

You stretch a hand out, palm up as Kyn'tk coils above it like some frenzied snake. Turning your hand palm down it lashes out, clinging to your hand and forearm with tendrils of black metal, the rest stretching out and unfolding and inverting its fractal edges. The spear blossoms, spreading into an impossibly complex array of strands, perpetually weaving in and out of each other before they suddenly shoot down, plunging into the Cauldron brew like roots into a pond.

The effect is immediately noticeable as, much like the roots they now resembled, Kyn'tk began to drink the liquefied biomass and metal ore slurry. Ravenously the living weapon feasted, siphoning the brew into itself, into the impossibly folded pockets of reality that formed its being. You could hear the tanks gurgling and creaking with the pressure change as they were rapidly drained, a whisper of glee leaking from the simple-minded weapon.

Mere minutes later you watch as the Cauldrons fluid drops then drains, the roots of Kyn'tk scouring the bottom and licking at the pipes that led into it at the bottom as it searches for any remaining drop. The Think Tanks of the carrier mentally complain about the damage the rapid draining had inflicted, the vessel not designed for that strain as tankers had imploded.

Drawing your hand back, Kyn'tk rapidly retracts tendrils dozens of meters long that had snaked into the network of piping to feast from the tankers directly, the weapon reforming into its default shape of a spear. Hefting the weapon it felt no heavier than it had before its feast.
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>>3105734
Thanks for running. I'm loving the mental images you're painting of our guys, like Arbiter Huor.
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>>3105734
Thanks for running Grave


>We'll be picking here and seeing just what the Predators are making in their oversized soup-pot

"Can you smell what the Predators are cooking"
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>>3106040
I can, It smells like judgement. Served With a side of Arc.

>>3105734
Only question i really have is "How did the old armada make necrotic/void hybrids."

Because i am thinking of ways those guys could naturally occur, but other than being an undead or "awoken" and learning to siphon energies, I am not seeing many ways to do it.
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>>3106040
brutal
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>>3106120
I believe I remember Jadyk remembering that him and Ghul discussed doing something like that, but nothing came of it.That, or they may have been referring to fusing void and the reconstructed(instead of the general Necrotic).

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At a young age your parents were dead from the throes of poverty. Your dad caught a plague that only expensive medicine can only cure such sickness while your mother died from heavy exhaustion that accumulated from her body. You are 6 years old at that time and joined the other unfortunate children whose share the similar fate. Either their parents are dead or escaping from an abusive parents.

Life is hard and you have to learn whatever to make your stomach filled. Even the orphanage picks child with only a shred of talent to be used for employment to support the orphanage or offered to the nobles for a sum of money. Cold Winters are endured with little clothing and cold hard bread we're eaten little by little to make do for a day. The countless tears in your face pains your chest everyday why must you experience these things.

Yet there are things that you wish to be. An adventurer. You might don't know what is behind the wall but one day when you are old enough you will strive to be one of them.

Yet even with the harshness of your daily life you seek reprieve on place you usually visit.
>Behind the church
>They dark alleyway
>Corner of the noble house
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>>3100275
greenwich I guess. going north seems counterintuitive. anywho don’t push yourself eh.
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>>3100246
>Greenwich to the east
well, that escalated quickly
stay warm and hydrated, sip on some broth or tea
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>>3100318
>>3100519
*at night*
>Amber are you still wake up?

>.....yeah i am.

>What should we do now?

>To be honest kid, i don't know. But if this girl says the truth then might as well go along the road. I meant to go away from that city to look around the world.

>Me too, but im still young.

>Kid trust me, there is no age limit in sightseeing around the world. Although i might agree with you. You don't know how to protect yourself except running away.


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>>3100872
"Let's go to Greenwich. I mean at least lets go look for a town and ask for directions."

Both of them nods and go to the eastern road. The path is peaceful and devoid of monsters. Anywhere in the city and near the walls are safe to live in because of guards constantly patrolling in. Although that is because you only heard Diana prattling about her lessons when she was out in the city walls. You drink in the sight of trees, more trees and more bushes that it really bores you after an hour of walking.

"Everyone look!! It's.....ON FIRE!!"

"WHAT?"

You and Amber rushed in to see the town is on fire. Every townsperson is helping fighting the fire. Kids running through the well and passing the bucket for a man to fill it and passing it to another man to run on the nearest fire to put out.

"Let's help them uhh...."

"I'm Amber and this is Kid."


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>>3100955
>Can you spare any food? we're really hungry...
>Is there any shop that was saved from the fire? we might have to sell our wares

In this quest you play as Wade Wakeman, a 15 year old boy with a heart of gold and the wielder of the Omnitrix. This story is being told in an alternate universe, in which there are no longer any remaining Tennysons. Characters from earlier seasons will appear, but not always in a way that you’d expect.

Archive:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Ben+10+Quest

Last time: Wade and his family rescued Kevin Levin from a military base, in hopes to rehabilitate him and get a testimony from him. Grandpa Phil called his old C.O. from his Plumber days, and it's your first time seeing a real space-ship!


Rules:
Most dice rolls will be 1d100. Modifiers will be added depending on the situation or on the alien being used. Crit successes and crit fails apply(100/1).

Aliens Unlocked:
https://pastebin.com/JVq4NM2t

Skills, Stats and Inventory:

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>>3103277
Huge fan of Zipmunk. Also like Snotrocket and Bloodrush. Also really curious how exactly Verdona found out about us. Can't wait to see what aliens we unlock.
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>>3103277
Will next session be in a new thread or not?
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>>3103333
Yes, the next session will be in a new thread. I'll be archiving this current one tomorrow.
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http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/3090697/
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Honestly I can't wait till we get older and end up saving the universe, and our adventures are serialized into a TV show and idolized by aliens making Earth into a prime destination for Aliens. What do you think are the chances we have buddy cop adventures if we join the plumbers?

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Your name is Veronica Blaze. A 25 year old mixed race woman. Fairly plain and average looking, flat chest, brown hair, brown eyes.

You serve Ice Cream out of your hom- I mean your van! You definitely are NOT living out of your van as a 25 year old college flunkie up to her armpits in debt. Because haha, that would be completely pathetic.

No, you just uh.. Have a real love for those gosh darn swell kids. You definitely DON'T want to strangle the little shits sometimes. Although, it's better than your other part time gig as a clown. You shiver thinking about their shrill shrieks. The hair pulling, the humiliation of wearing that clown outfit in front of other grown adults to look after their spoiled children.

Last night was pretty bad. You had to wash your panties in the bathroom sink of a gas station. The last thing you need up there is a yeast infection. Lord knows it's growing like a forest down there because you can't trust these cheap razors not to carve up your meat folds like Edward Scissorhands.

You blare the cheap ice cream truck music out of your van using a ghetto rig of a CD rip and a cheap portable stereo.

You couldn't even afford the ice cream stickers on your van, so they're just colored print-outs.

You pass by some kids all on their phones. You wish you still had yours. But it's probably somewhere in the ocean right now seeing as your butterfingers dropped it down a sewer grate by accident.

Anyhow, the ice cream music doesn't seem to be getting their attention..

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>>3098028
We don't need dick. We need some fucking money.

>Start driving for Uber or Lyft
>Sell ice cream when no passengers
>Stock the good shit that faggot fat kid likes, but mark prices up 30%
>Rebrand ourselves as ice cream caterers
>We show up at kid's parties as a clown and pass out ice cream for $150/hour
>Use proceeds to pimp out van

You can do it Veronica.
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>>3098028
Clean up and start posting nudes on the Internet. Create a large following then start taking fees.
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>>3098591
We don’t have a phone, remember? Alternatively we could masturbate in public and take donations.
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>>3098028
Are we a virgin? We can fetch good money to buy a used phone or laptop by selling our virginity
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>>3100729
kek
Sexy pics on the internet are one thing, outright prostitution another thing entirely. Maybe we can make some side money selling drugs to the high school and college kids? Something for the whole family.

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> Sunday, October 4th, 2015

SITUATION: http://pastebin.com/ziMsX6th
MECHANICS: http://pastebin.com/49M2eE8Z
THE RULES: http://pastebin.com/BEsprkBZ
THE TANK: http://pastebin.com/sJsgig6B
THE DIVISIONS: http://pastebin.com/xCQZAdqU
THE SHOP: http://pastebin.com/v6xeDRXj
DANON’S THE TEAM: http://pastebin.com/bUU2v0z8

You take a sip of coffee with your shaking hands. Today’s the day. You take a breath. Today’s the day of reckoning and everything else. You spent much of last night pulling your tank together, getting him cleaned and polished, fixing his gunsights and everything. But now today was finally the day. You sigh, placing the coffee mug down on the table then finishing buttoning your shirt up. An entire summer of action has led up to this day.

The World Finals.

Deep breath, calm. Your blood is running cold. You just have to be calm. You look behind yourself, then do a double take. What the?!

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>>3100414
In progress.
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>>3100419
Cool
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>>3100406
Thanks for the fun, boss.

I will spend the next two weeks trying to decide if I should call in sick to make the finale
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>>3100431
Anon, I got a feeling the finale is gonna be an incredibly long one so missing one day may not hurt you.
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>>3100434
I still don't want to miss it. Maybe the new guy at work will be available to cover for me that day.

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In the far future, biotechnology advances by leaps and bounds, creating stunning achievements in medical, civil, and military applications. Illness becomes a thing of the past, and genetic modification is as commonplace as cosmetic surgery.

However, like all great advances, unchecked progress and experimentation has led to abuse and corruption. Ultra powerful megacorporations that monopolized the latest biotech have risen to be the great powers of the age, waging secret wars of sabotage, espionage, and deceit to get ahead of each other.

In order to fuel their rampant growth, megacorps develop lethal diseases and viruses, horrific bio-organic abominations, and ever more exotic genetic modifications to both sell to the highest bidder and unleash upon each other.

The rampant proliferation of bioweapons, and the need to contain them, has given rise to a new profession, the BIOWEAPON HUNTER.
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Now with a new OP!

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MercCommand

Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Bioweapon%20Hunter%20Quest

Other Quests: https://pastebin.com/eTUmEmRb

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>>3098298
That reminds me Merc, before Wesker gave his desk to Lucina, did he remember to clear all the pictures of Rebecca out of it?
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>>3098331
Pretty much.
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>>3098331
We have to find out how extensive the shapeshifting can get one of these days.
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>>3098943
I'm sure we can still be rather creative even with minimal form changing capabilities.

>making a wrist mounted focusing crystal array for a directed magical energy beam weapons
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>>3099099
We literally grow a unibrow and a Groucho Marx nose when we know we're about to be caught on camera doing something

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Your broken spirit and body rests on a roof of a decrepit building in a city just as ruined. The sky is red and filled with black clouds, the sun not rising or setting, nowhere in sight. You have fallen here, the crater of your impact shocking both in its size and in the fact that you haven't broken through into the building. Pieces of what you were, what you could have been, land around the roof and into the street below. Laughter rings out, and the building starts to shake. You have failed, you know that much. More information is evasive - only that you are dying, and that dying here means not death, but something much worse. Some sort of wager, some sort of bet.

But you are not dead yet. Yes, most everything that falls near you, within reach, is broken and useless. But here and there are pristine, beautiful things, more ideas than objects. It was you, you know, that gave them shape once. You built them from the nothing, the void that rests between consciousness and Dream, from nothing but ideas and wonder. They have lost most of their luster - whatever struck you stripped them of most of their glory. But here they are. Relics. Artifacts. Things that once were, and could be again. And if you want to live, you'll need one. You don't know why you know you could take only the one, but it's a reality that is apparent.

The enemy is monstrous. A beast with swords for fur, and guns for claws. It laughs as it destroys another building, just nearby. You are sure that it is looking for you. It is only a matter of time, and there is no escape.

What shall you take, DREAMER?

>My GUN
>My SWORD
>My SHIELD
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>>3104106
Ill support this
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" I won't pry if you don't feel comfortable with it. But could you at least let me know if there was anything between us, dreamside?"
"...We were the closest allies anyone could ask for." she says, "Listen, I'm sure... I'm sure you'll understand later. But this... It's too much." She waves goodbye as she pops out of the Dream, like a soap bubble. You sit down heavily in the chair that Mask repaired - somehow - and stare at the table. What did you lose with all that memory? Just what was Jennifer to you, aside from a close ally here in the dream? You feel an ache in the back of your head trying to think about it. Something isn't right, something is missing. Every time you try to think back to before your fall just the other day, it's like your brain is sifting through a mess of brambles. You can't think, let alone see what is gone.

Hell, it's not even like you to rise to James' barbs that much. Normally you'd even laugh it off or pretend his jokes were funny. But this time you got upset, unreasonable. It doesn't make any sense and the more you think about it, the more it hurts. And then there's Beatrice.

As if summoned, the blonde appears opposite you - but is a statue. A memory of blue eyes, a perfect face. Preppy fashion that serves to enhance her hips and legs. She came here not long after you did - a week, maybe? - and the whole school was rocked. For a few days it was a mess, this seeming supermodel landing into this bumpkin nowhere-town. Rich and pretty, she was in every boy's eye. You frown.

You recall her perfectly. There's no holes in your memory regarding her at all, as far as you can tell.
"What did you do to me, Beatrice?" you ask the dreamy statue. "And why?"

>END OF THREAD ONE
>GAINED TWO CORES: BRISTLEBURR AND WHITESNAKE
>GAINED TWO WEAPONS: %&*%&#'S SWORD AND CLOAK OF DAGGERS

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>Feedback
A fun quest so far, OP. I'm definitely liking the general setting and tone thus far. Interesting system as well, I'll be waiting to see how else that in particular develops.
You've also done a good job balancing exposition and action. Feels like we both learn new things, and stuff actually happens, at a fairly consistent rate.
From a personal standpoint, I appreciate you stating flat out that you might disregard write-ins. It just gives me a bit of peace-of-mind, despite how often I try to write in.
>Suggestion
I'd also suggest you keep updating this thread, rather than jumping to a new one. Idk how long you've used /qst/, but threads typically last around a week or so, and even though we've autosaged, we are only on page 5. Its up to you, but each time you make a new thread, you tend to suffer a drop of users for a bit, while they realize the thread they are following has changed. Having smaller numbers in your archive is also less overwhelming for people trying to get in, which encourages more new players to join in.

>Question
Out of curiosity, is opening picture our body in the sleepscape? I take it that it is not set in stone, but I was just wondering what kind of general theme our body has right now.
We have something analogous to 'classes' as it were, with Jennifer being the 'knave' class, and 'knight' class also being mentioned.
But there also seems to be something along the lines of a 'race', with Nanashi's being mechanical, Jennifer's being humanoid/monstergirl, and Bristleback/Brandon being monster/beast based.
Just wondering how much these 'races' and 'classes' are kept seperate, or how much they bleed together. Or if those comparisons were really just there for our sake, and not actually quite how it works.

>Speculation

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>Out of curiosity, is opening picture our body in the sleepscape?

It is, or at least it was before you picked up Whitesnake (your second core). Regarding your comments on the various types of forms you've seen, there's a lot that decides what a person looks like in the Dream - everything from personal interests to their self-image is important. A Name acts like a Class, but the longer a dreamself is active and the more Cores they take in, the more important it becomes. A Knight who took in Bristleburr's core, for example, might have gotten a spiked shield, instead of a cloak. Names and how they interact with Cores and your own starting Dreamself basically determine your whole set of abilities.

I'm moving to a new thread to do two things: Keep this as a psuedo-discussion thread for the quest, and to have a nice cutoff point narratively. Someone can read this first thread and know very quickly if they're going to like the quest. Future threads will probably be much longer, and who knows, there might be a discord or something. I also plan on, after about the fourth thread, to put together an altogether recap pastebin or thread that can be referred to either instead of or in addition to the archive. And to update the pastebin every once in a while.

Someone also mentioned Joker.
I'm a big fan of Accel World and of a few of the things in Joker. The opening of the quest is probably one of the strongest character creation segments I've seen before or since. While it was running, I was fairly critical of it, and I decided to scale down the fights, make them more direct, and retool how things worked a bit. This is all from reading the first few threads, so take it with a grain of salt. It is one of those big, huge notable quests, and I definitely don't want to say I'm shooting to surpass it. Just that it's a bit of inspiration.
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New thread is LIVE:

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