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The Lighthouse War is over, but conflict still continues.

With Erusea's defeat at the hands of the Osean Federation and the International United Nations, the imperial nation has splintered into a confusing mess of separatists, freedom fighters, warlords, rogue military factions, and those seeking to profit from the chaos. Worse, Erusea's many automated drone factories still remain intact, waiting for new masters to come to claim them.

The Usean continent remains in crisis, and it's up to a new generation of pilots to face this next generation threat...

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MercCommand

Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Unknown%20Sky%20Ace%20Combat%20Quest

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

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Thanks for the run.

Here's for best wingman.
Can't wait for next week!
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See you next week, boss.

Maybe the two of them could go for the bunnysuit rather than suits?
You have to wonder if there are any rumors being spread about how Bandit is essentially surrounded by female pilots.
Rumors? There is no such thing as rumors. That sounds like a conspiracy, a Belkan conspiracy.

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Nation RP Hex Edition™


>1 http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/3580812/
>2 http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/3619601/
>3 http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/3659197/
>4 http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/3703876/

Rules and Information:
Read the OP before you ask dumb questions.

Standard RP rules apply.

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>Action 1:

With further experiments continuing in bow-design, the Grenoll develop the Longbow. Whilst superficially simpler then their Crossbow, the weapon is found to have a longer range, and in the hands of a practiced professional is found to be much the superior weapon. The only problem is that professional practice is an essential to their use; in the hands of an amateur they can barely be used.

>Action 2:

The Grenoll make further developments to the sails and steering of their ships, further increasing the speed and maneuverability of the Grenoll fleet.
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Trade? the master is skeptical, but nonetheless offers shelter from the beating sun in the west customs house, a strikingly grand building for its surroundings, faced in white limestone when all around is mud- and sand- stone. A large hall is cleared to accommodate the crew. The master explains he deals with foreign trade at the west docks, by appointment of the King himself. But if he will not suffice, a more senior official may be called, though at present they are conducting business with other delegates

All of the information is devoured and meticulously, although slowly, written down in the curving Elthurian script which had grown popular for shorthand, no matter how mundane the information may seem. Though truthfully the petty squawking of love interests and who stole fruit from who is disregarded. In time, a huge collection of scrolls of Gra'am papyrus is carted away to be catalogued for the new library.
When the topic turns from history to trade however, a sort of solemn silence falls around, real business begins. Though not the first official trade council, this preliminary talk would be a good indicator of what may be accomplished. However, with the abundance of wine and heavy foods, even the top brass is in little way to strike lasting deals. There is much apologising for this, though reassurances that the trade council will not be such a, colourful, affair.

>Action 1
The men of Asqu, whose days are long and filled with boredom, watching the quiet mouth of the Strait, have developed a new thing; glass. With their closely-held secret methods, a mixture of fine sand, ash, and crushed stone is heated together to form a strange liquid, which can then be flattened, resulting in odd discs of yellow glass. At first they are seen as a novelty, a curio to add to the cabinet, but soon an enterprising young noblewoman crafts a frame to hold a stack of these discs, creating for herself a window. In no time these expensive, fragile windows are installed in the King's Palace, along with Grand Temples, and many well-to-do members of the elite. Some middling classes may be able to afford a single window, which is moved between rooms. Glass becomes the latest show of wealth; A single disc going for the price of at least 3 months wages for a peasant farmer.
> (really bad glass production)

>Action 2
In view of Bet-Nisirtu, for the upcoming trade council, construct a great hall furnished in finery from the King's Palace. For it commission a grand table and all around high chairs of fine sweet-scented cedar. Fill the windows with the new yellow-glass, crowned all round with Isitu blue paint (the good mineral stuff, not the plant stuff) and gold hammered thin. All other manners of luxury are poured into the construction, so that all may know the wealth of Erabumakta and her people.
> (build the trade hall "Egalturru" on the X)
>Action 1:

The longbow is refined, made easier to draw , notch and loose. The Grenoll set up specialized Longbow companies, to train and practice and drill in the use of these weapons.

>Action 2:

Fouled water has always been a problem, no matter how carefully waste is controlled and redirected the waste will always be present to some degree, and water that gets waste into it is not good water. The Grenoll begin experimentation with waste water management, redirecting the largest concentrations of waste-water and allowing it to flow through a series of specialized ponds and reed-beds in which the waste is slowly neutralized.
After a while of only voice choir people realize that instruments can also be used with the barline system. The pioneer and great composer of this musical variety is Glarius Cazen. His brilliance is soon noticed and he is commissioned by parliament and the king. He wants to write a piece of music for the Erabite king's court. He is currently awaiting permission.
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Ulaan warily accepts aid upon its wings.

The beast flies much too fast for any harpy to keep up with, but on its return, it brings with it a large stone container, holding within a variety of treasures, mainly being strange gold coins and gems. These would be given to the loyal harpies.

When asked for specifics upon the danger, they would only be told that their neighbors pose a dire threat, any further information cannot be told until it would be too late.

Any leader will do, so long as simple diplomacy is possible. They would ask for map information and simple questions regarding the Erab people.
A designated trader among the crew would offer valuable goods harvested freshly from the sea, including: oils, bone, meat, blubber, and various rare sea life.
Items the dwarves would wish to obtain would be any alcohols, food, and supplies for repairing their ships, as well as Erab tools.
Meanwhile, the anchored vessels would produce a thick cloud of smoke overhead from the forges within their wooden confines, also lightly polluting the waters with waste.


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AW SHIT NEGRO, you're...Edward Roberts, space pirate, mecha pilot and owner of one of the galaxy's most unemotional faces, seemingly perpetually stuck in an expression of slight anger. Your closest buddy and crew mate, a literal space cowboy, Fester Winchester, was killed during your last mission. You then delivered his corpse to a wacko doctor to turn him into a cyborg as a method of resurrection, losing you 1 billion monies.

Now you're heading off after a bounty target, maybe do some raiding on the way, to both pass the time until your bud is revived, let off some steam, and recoup your losses. shieeeeet.
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Bob and El Securitron
>day or two
so we expect it on the third day I guess
I think you meant to say third day + around 2 additional hours of delays
Plus 1 or 2 weeks
Plus a month
Basically sometime between now and the heat death of the universe

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You are Kojo Reyes, mutant Kingpin of crime.

After a month or so of waiting, you attended your trial and won out with a not guilty verdict. It was far easier than you expected it to be, but then again you had a pretty decent case from the beginning. You'd be disappointed if you expected to get out with anything anything less.

Time has passed though: things have most definitely progressed while you've been locked in a special cage.

You, being the genius that you are, decided to magically teleport yourself to the man who didn't know that much about you but still taught you to teleport out of the strange 'goodness' of his heart.

Needless to say, he wasn't exactly pleased when he heard of the incredibly suspicious events you surely didn't have a hand in much less mastermind.

>[X] "Strange, I barely know you. How could I have trusted you with something as important as my future, much less the future of my little street rats?"
>[X] "I don't trust anyone. Not after everything I've lived through."


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Life-saving line cracking pulls you out of your melodramatic inner monologue.

"Mr. Reyes, I did not expect to hear from you again." A blind man's voice almost grumbles through.

You sigh as you put the phone back to your ear.

"Mr. Murdock, you almost sound disappointed. I need your help proving my identity, attaining a passport, and a social security number."

The Blindman lets out a small hum.

"We're not exactly a firm equipped to handle a matter like that. Have you tried approaching others more capable of such things?"

Shaking your head, you hum a 'nuh-uh.'

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>[ ] "Do I need to make an appointment or can I just head over? You sound tired so if you'd rather an easier day than dealing with my unique situation I'd understand."
Throw him off his game a bit more. Keep him confused and second guessing himself as much as possible. Also for the love of God don't teleport or leap there, with his bullshit senses he'd know something's up.
Voting closed; writing now.
>[X] "Do I need to make an appointment or can I just head over? You sound tired so if you'd rather an easier day than dealing with my unique situation I'd understand."

Antagonizing the man who potentially has control of your papers isn't a good idea. Best to just throw him off his game by playing the concerned citizen. If he puts up the attitude, he's the asshole.

"Do I need to make an appointment or can I just head over? You sound tired so if you'd rather an easier day than dealing with my unique situation I'd understand."

Once again, silence falls upon the phone line.

"...Thank you for noticing, Mr. Reyes, but I will be fine. You'll have to make an appointment, however: we've gotten an influx of cases since we handled yours."

You relax against the building roof and admire the sky.

"I'd say you owe me for that, but you did handle my case for free. Maybe when we're done with this legal matter, I can pay you for my freedom. It's the least I can do after everything you've done for me."

The blind man takes a breath.

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Getting late. Will close voting and update tomorrow morning my time (UTC-8)

thots or questions, my dogs?

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A simple city risk game.
roll with 1d1000
We start with 3 players
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Have a good one op
Spectral guards is gonna be surprised when he comes back

Bye bye coolman op
Rolled 212 (1d1000)

Continue fillin our district out, we're staying neutral guys

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Gonna do a short review of the quest in progress.
Great production values. The animation and art is very nice, and QM responds promptly with each choice.
Speaking of QM, making it clear when you're wrapping for the night is also very courteous.
The setting is appealingly cyberpunk parody, especially The TUBE. The clipart of posters and props are great set dressing and are good fodder for bits.
Characters look nice. The detailed, expressive portraits for Tessa are great for such an important character in a romance-centric (maybe?) quest.

I criticized the rolling mechanic before. Obviously it's up to the GM but be aware that the way we roll can be gamed by the community. I don't like natural 1/20 in d20 systems either, and I don't like them here. Those typically cause extreme results and there's a one-in-ten chance on each individual roll, not per choice, to get one of those results which makes them very common.
I'm not sure how to take the "He had a family!" comments. It's a video-game-themed quest, which implies player-character-centric morality. It's hard to tell if those comments are satire or we're actually violating some higher moral standard that will have consequences later.
Speaking of which, the veer into heavier video-game themeing was unwelcome on my part. I was hoping it would be more about getting through life in cyberpunk world with new GF rather than a series of dungeon crawls and battles.
Last, I don't like Myshtsa. He's an exaggerated stereotype that was fine for a gimmick NPC but now he's going to be around for a lot longer. At this point anything he does that breaks the stereotype is going to feel like a subversion rather than a real character. Not to mention him suddenly becoming our friend and ally is jarring, especially since the game premise implied that forming bonds was gonna be a bigger deal. The above goes for the new Vanessa too.
Fuck off cunt
Nobody cares about your opinion.
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Thanks for the thread!

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That damn Tomas.. Tomas and his fucking group. You live in a town of adventurers. And wherever you go, young ladies are tripping over themselves to get at this young twink anime boy named Tomas.

These women clearly want Tomas's dick, and yet he's such a fag he just rejects them. He's got two other party members. A pink haired tsundere girl, and another twink boy with glasses. You assume he's the smart one.

All anyone around town talks about is Tomas. About how he's the chosen hero.

You're a bald fat ruffian named Randal. You do odd jobs for people around town.. And it freakin sucks because no one respects you! You go out to the tavern after a difficult quest and who should be there but Tomas and his fucking group. All the ladies throwing themselves at him.

It's as if Tomas has cast some sort of spell on all the women! Its unfair!

1) I should kill that fucking bastard Tomas somehow

2) I should try to befriend Tomas

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Yeah we gotta make totally sure Hooky is okay with it but she's kinda a quiet, just says "ok" type person who isn't actually with it at all so idk I'd feel bad if we did so Idk maybe bring her too.
>I would feel bad either way due to how much Tempest needs love and affection though, and how Hooky might feel betrayed
Don't wanna reverse-NTR Hooky
This isn't about my demon girl fetish I swear
That said, add asking "How would Hooky feel?" to Tempest somewhere in there and we should be good.
Is Fatboi dead?
Surely he'll be back. He's too strong and big to be subverted.
>Is X dead
>last post wasn't even 24 hours ago
Geez anon he'll be back don't worry until there's 72 hours he hasn't posted

The ACC dropship cruises only a few meters over the dark waters of the Adriatic. Behind it, the guns of the Federal Mediterranean Fleet thunder and rattle, spitting shot and flak into the cold sea air, deterring unseen adversaries. Ahead, the horizon burns as the Cult and Federal forces clash mere miles from the outskirts of Venice. Tracers ricochet off the ground and sail into the sky against a backdrop of orange haze from the burning countryside. Drawing closer, you hear the drone of Raiders clashing with suits far above, raining twisted metal and broken bodies down with reckless abandon.

The dropship had gone unnoticed amidst the chaos, though as the waves and froth whizzing below you was exchanged for trees and hedgerows, the Cult's ire fell upon it. Bullets and shrapnel plink off the armour as you're rocked by the sensation of an entirely too close explosion. As the fire intensifies, the light turns green, and you're directed to jump into the ripping winds, and onto the chaotic battlefield.

>Accepting 8 players max. Pick a colour when you post your build. Don't pick red.
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Rolled 84, 88 = 172 (2d100)

Damien, having done enough of healing to be sure Marshall would live for a little while longer, turns his attention to the capture target. "Sorry Kensei, we're in a bit of a hurry to take this guy so I'll have to help you out."
>2AA flechette & mag phaser (2 EMP) shot at Julius
>2AA reload weapons.
Rolled 41, 62, 67, 8, 99 = 277 (5d100)

"Are we still dueling? Godammit just bog him down!"

Maybe the new support from EUF would do someone. Hopefully.
Fire sticky at Juli
Fire sticky at B1
Throw sticky at B2
Predator on Juli x2

Reload both things.
Rolled 20, 95, 42, 28, 93, 53, 34, 11 = 376 (8d100)


It took a bit after shooting for it to hit his system but it certainly hit him hard, because despite being a hard drinker Marshall is only a man and a man has his limits. Squinting at this Julius guy a look of sudden realization hits his face. "HEY YOU FUCKER! YOU HAVENT PAID YOUR TAB YET! WHAT KIND OF ROMAN DOESNT PAY HIS DEBTS PLEB! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH MY AUTHENTIC PHOENICIAN STYLE BARBECUE COSTS FOR A WHOLE FUCKING REGIMENT LET ALONE THE WINE! YOU THINK STICKING TAIL PLUGS UP YOUR ASS AND PLAYING LEGIONARY GETS YOU OUT OF THIS! WELL THINK AGAIN!"


1AA. Solar Rifle on Julius+39

2AA. Solar Rifle on Julius+39

3AA. Solar Rifle on Julius+39

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Julius grits his teeth as the two of you exchange blows. "You'd. Be. A. Lot. More. Tolerable. If. You. Were. QUIET!" You're peppered with the tiny fragments of his sword, with what's left of the metal shrapnel ripping through your flesh, stunning you for just long enough for him to slip a blade through your belly. He stands back triumphant, but tired as you wobble on your feet. With a quick yank, he pulls the blade out before pushing you to the ground with one foot. "You were... a worthy opponent. You'd be a better subject. But now? You're dead." You see the blade, slick with your own blood, hover inches over your face, dripping crimson ichor into your eyes, blurring your vision.

>Kensei: 0/30 HP

Julius is delivering a coup de grâce!

You hide in the ground.

You hit him real good, expect when you don't and you look like a fool. A fool, I say.

You shoot him real good.

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"The weak swordsman clings to victory. He thinks of his life, his obligations, the outcome of the battle, his hatred for his opponent, his training, his pride in his mastery. By doing so, he is an imperfect vessel for the terrible fires of Will. He will surely crack. He will not laugh uproariously if he is cleft in two by his opponent’s blade. When his sword is shattered, his hands will be too reserved to tear his enemies’ flesh."

Kensei smiles and closes his eyes, ready to defiantly embrace his demise.

Then hears the hissing of plasma and opens them again in shock in time to see his opponent disintegrate before him.

Incredulous, blood spurting from his lips he turns to Marshal and splutters, his tone completely devoid of its usual airy mysticism and sounding far more mundane.

"What is WRONG with you!? We were fighting like *men*! We were locked in honorable combat and then YOU came in and FUCKED IT ALL UP!!"

At that he pitches forward and lies still.


yesguy: :)
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Yeah let's go to anon's house.
Supporting this
They eat their own ghost shit

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Deep in the darkness, you awake.
Consciousness hits like a wave, and you go to move your body, which is shaped like...
>Roll body shape (2d10)

>Notes on this: Going to random gen a monster for your to be. Let's see what havoc we can raise!
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Rolled 19 (1d20)

Rolled 16 (1d20)

i messed up
>Gonna be honest guys, just not feeling it with this quest. My bad for starting it, but thanks for playing.
Its cool man most quest die in thread one, thanks for running while it lasted.

Since times long past, when men were barely more than beasts, there has always been one who stepped forth to lead. Whether through right of conquest, right of birth or right of wisdom, all these leaders distinguished themselves in some way to rise above their peers. There have been as many tyrants as grains of sand and there have been just as many just leaders. Men and women, warriors and weaklings, fools and scholars, the mantle of responsibility has rested upon the shoulders of many who deserved it and many who did not.

You intend to deserve it.

As the kingdom burns, dissolving into civil war after the death of the king and his heirs at the blades of hired cutthroats. Petty lords, the former Kings advisors, merchant lords and ambitious generals, all vying for the now vacant throne. They seek to satisfy their burning thirst for unrivaled power and are willing to spill oceans of blood to do so.

Perhaps you are too.

>You are....(time to determine what exactly your start will be)

>A Landed Knight. The lands you possess are small but they are yours. With your lords death, you may achieve great things.

>A Minor Noble. You have lands and knights beholden to you but you may be seen as a rival by others.

>A Mercenary Captain. The chaos of this land has great opportunity for those capable of seizing it.

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Who did this?

How were the wounds? Beast or men?

Are they searching already?

Don't know if we would get anything from going but if its needed I don't oppose
Call for a servant to bring the boy some wine and a hot meal so he can calm down and recover.

Have another send word to Pythe to ready the GreenGuard to move toward the incident area as soon as possible, we need to investigate and retailiate if we can.
If it is Lord Blackpine, then this assault must not go unanswered. At the same time we must not be pulled in into the myriad of alliances and intrigue in search of retaliation. (At least not while we don't have many allies)

The BEST plan imo would be to wage either a proxy war or a stealth war on Blackpine. Have our men raid and ambush theirs without any insignia indicating their allegiance. Acquire trade from Lord Ashburn and then in trade shipments, supply them with Ironbark or weapons and such.

It's important to NOT publically declare war against Blackpine lest we piss off Blackpine's friends. We slit their throats at night, we burn their camps and supplies, and we let Lord Ashburn do the heavy lifting.

What do y'all think of the plan?
>Im not dead, just at work till 7am tomorrow morning. Thread will resume as soon as I can!
Nice new thread is up. Sorry for the wait

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Rolled 54 (1d100)

Welcome to the Namekian Quest!

Quest Rules:

>Voting Time will normally be 15 Minutes

>The highest vote after the timer will be the winner

>Rolls will normally be the best of three

>Rolling a Nat 100 will result in a crit

>Modded Rolls that result in 90 or higher will not count as crits

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Hey sorry for the wait, I got wrapped up in writing and lost track of time

Next update is going to be long and dialogue heavy so I'm going to finish it tonight and post it all tomorrow, also I'll take that 99 and add it to what I've already got. Yajirobe won't need a flying car after this.
Is pretty awesome, but I hope one day we can train Tien and the rest as well.
Phew, I was worried I would have missed something
I disappeared for many hours to watch bad movies with my brother, but it looks like my timing was more or less impeccable
Ooo, I'll definitely have to keep an eye on this quest.
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tfw coopy is dead again

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Your name is Chris Connors and you want to go back to sleep.

A week ago you had a life as normal as it can get with an abusive redneck father, but then your sister Cam messed up and was about to get mutilated. You also found out that your dad has mind-control super powers, so naturally the two of you developed super powers of your own and you killed him.

No, none of these things is natural. Neither breaking the laws of the land nor the laws of physics. People aren’t supposed to be able to control others with their mind, like in your sisters case, go invisible at will or, in your case, heal others by taking the wound onto themselves.

You bounced around from the police, hospital, and child protective services to a foster family, the Millers where Cam couldn’t hold it in so your new foster sister Angela (or just ‘Angie’) noticed your powers. She later confronted you about it, probably not expecting that the thing she saw was actually true, but when you confirmed it, and Cam gave a demonstration of her powers, Angie freaked out.

She wasn’t the only one to have an existential crisis at that, because since the past few days where rather stressful, when you finally got to a state of rest, you were freaking out as well. Super powers are not supposed to exist! Are you actually an alien? You don’t know. Is it magic? Magic is not supposed to exist either!

You still managed to calm Angie down and roughly explain your powers to her, and while it wasn’t easy, she also entrusted yourself with her own tragic backstory, how she got to be in the foster system and gave you a faint idea of how she got her scars.

Your first day at the Millers ended at least on a note that you can claim you want to stay with them. And Cam has not said anything against it either, so you count that as a success.

previous thread >>3695497

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Were gonna get chastised
qm curse
I'm not feeling too well, and I kinda think that I should give these scenes by best (or at least not do substandard) so I got to fucking delay a little
Brain thingy confirmed
or something different entirely, I don't know
Um thanks but I'll go with the words of the author

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>You and you're party of adventurers are selling all the crappy weapons found from your enemis yet you dont ever see them back and hear about them anywherre not only that but its the same from all adventurer you come across
>the usual merchan you sell these crumbling junk make these just desapear for eternity without breaking them
>wherre they even goes?
>so you decide to track them magicaly but after a day they get dispell and disapears
>you decide to build a gps enough small to be undectectable in the mace you sell
>after a week the signal desapear in the midle of the ocean
>a place without any map or mention
>you start a new quest for finding what is going on
>as you start going a purple dragon wearing a bisness suit tell you to abandon your quest and say that much stronger "heros" as tried to and did not even get close sugesting you should go back raiding dungeons then the dragon flew away
>what you do
Please improve your grammar and spelling before attempting to write on this board.
suck his dick

Last Thread - >>3687974

Last time on super duper stick figure quest -

-You met a demon named Bob and made him your servant.
-You found out bob is on a revenge quest to find and kill the person who killed his master.
- We also met your friend jade who may or may not be an ally.

Now back to the story…
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get behind bob and have him attack the ghost.
“Stand back Pedro, I’ll take care of this!” Bob said.

“Yeah…” You stepped back.

“The truth must not be revealed!”

The ghost pulled out a long spear and chucked it at bob. Bob dodged swiftly and spear barely missed your head.

“It used a ranged attack… That must mean it doesn’t want to come out of the shade. Sunlight must be it’s weakness!”

“Pedro can you try to lure it out…?” He asked.

“How do exactly I do that?”

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It then occurred to you what the ghost was trying to do. It was trying to prevent some sort of ‘Truth’ From being heard.

“The truth?” Maybe if you threatened to reveal this truth, The ghost would come out?

“ I know the truth and I will reveal it.” Mustering the courage, You said those words.

“THE TRUTH MUST NOT BE REVEALED OR HEARD!” The ghoul angrily charged at you, Leaving the shade of the sunlight!

“Got ya! You bastard take this!”

“Ora ora ora ora ora ora ora ora!” Bob used that attack from your anime to hit the ghoul multiple times in the chest. Resulting in it being impaled.

“Argghhh…. The truth about….. Mindy halls… Death….. Must not be….. Revealed ...”

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Head to class and mull over this new info

“Well, There’s nothing we can do now. Let’s just go back to class.” You said.

You two went back inside your school and your next class - Mathematics.

While you sat in class, You thought about your situation.

"Man, It's weird how the killer just sent a ghoul to try and kill us."

"Weird how?"

"If this person was so powerful, why do they even care about her death?" You asked.

"What do you mean." Bob responded.

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