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"I just... don't want to eat anymore."

The god of brutality shed another tear and as it fell to the ground he instantly regained his composure as he stared at the burned and mutilated corpses littering the ground. As he mourned that peculiar tear drop began moving on its own and zig-zagged on the ground until it reached the roaring flames. When they touched the meager little fire exploded into a raging inferno that seemed to consume all it came in contact with.

Flesh, bone, metal and even stone seemed like it was flammable as they were eaten away by the fires.
You stared in horror as the walls and the ceiling began to smolder and crack around you.
The destruction was so intense it even managed to make you forget about the living deity in front of you.

Looking back at Arken Razak you saw him staring deep into your soul.
The sensation of a gods gaze may have been familiar to you but your friends... Well they were an entirely different matter.
Szikra and Beatrice could not do anything other than frantically breathing over and over again as the intense eyes of Razak were burning a hole in their soul.

He pointed at you before raising his hand at the door behind you.

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The only thing you needed to do is calm down and focus. Just like Beatrice if you manage to sharpen your mind to a knifes edge you might just be able to predict him. When you were stationary you made it easier for him so you raised your sword and prepared yourself. Anticipating the incoming counter attack.
If it comes from the right you'll use your sword, if it comes from the left it'll be blood magic that stops him.

But as you moved ever closer you realized that you were anticipating a strike that wasn't coming.
The demon just stood there with crossed arms, practically inviting you to strike him.

"If that's the case... then HAVE SOME!

Raising your blade you prepared a downward chop with your sword. Demon or not, the C-steel will cut through his skull like butter. It raised its hand in an attempt to block but so be it. You'll chop off his arm before cutting him in half!
And just as you brought down your weapon in an effort to lay waste to your enemy, you saw the demons flesh part before your blade... and it promptly closed around it.


You saw the demons flesh part. That is true. But it didn't part because of your blade.

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Aaaand that's about all I had in me for today.
I'm practically dead at this point.

I hope you enjoyed the session. And I hope to see you goys next week.
In the meantime, if you have any requests then feel free to lay 'em on me.

Take care until next week
O-kay! I'm finally feeling not dead once more.
No requests or questions?

I'm thinking about doing one omake sometime during the week anyway.
Buuut that's about it. Only one.
Which might help clarify some stuff, maybe not.
We'll see
How did the demons track us so easily? I'm sure it's some magic/ability but that whole thing went from 0 to 60 real fast.
The crow was their scout.
It knew how you looked like, what you smelled, sounded and felt like.
And since demons have shape shifting powers, it could easily track you by growing an appropriate organ

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I feel like drawing again.

Give suggestions on how the story should progress. Read the rest to catch up: https://www.deviantart.com/lom678/gallery/66023446/Star-Idol-May
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Against all expectations, gladion is surprisingly good at it. Enough that Moon ALMOST forgets to drop the bucket with paint, despite gladion is a huge cunt as a person.

Then STUFF happens. Prolly somebody screams due a monster attack/somebody turning into a monster.

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The city of Orion,

originally a secret city built in the ocean with the infamous UN funded DCA or darpa construction alliance.

Originally the people of Orion were the rich of the world, they came to the city where they could make the rules away from the dissing bureaucracy of conventional countries here they could make the rules.

The city soon became a smugglers paradise and almost overnight those that wanted to stay there either used their business empire knowledge and became rich kingpins untouchable by any countries legal system because Orion was technically its own country.

Its a city without limits.

You seek to test this.

How this is going to work:

The idea is to give creative freedom within the context of the story.

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>“I am Andrew Ryan, and I am here to ask you a question...

You've got to do something aout the formatting so it's easier to read

And I'm not quite sure what we are supposed to do.
"We seek to test this" What? The city's limitlessness?
Should we just murderhobo our way up the ladder?
Should we get actual jobs?

What are the Limits on char creation and starting Equipment, because if we compete with other players it's just a manner of who lists the most weapons and skills in their background
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>peacekeeper fortress/AI is NPC.
Blast, there goes corrupting the police force from within...

Noted ill format it.

>And I'm not quite sure what we are supposed to do.Should we just murderhobo our way up the ladder?Should we get actual jobs?

The goal is to become the leader of the city how you do this is fully up to you, "murderhoboing" is a option but it has its downsides and risks. for example: The peacekeepers decide you killing everyone is bad for business and decide to try and assassinate you or the nervous science sector leaders get the black hand to ambush you, the black hand tell you that and is willing to let you escape for some money.

>"We seek to test this" What? The city's limitlessness?

Its just some flavor text but yeah its a non regulated city.

>What are the Limits on char creation and starting Equipment, because if we compete with other players it's just a manner of who lists the most weapons and skills in their background
For this reason players dont have traits and everyone has access to the same equipment (with the exception of specialty products that might appear in events) but costs money,
Your background doesn't give you an advantage.
What's to stop players from immediately backstabbing each other right from the get go?

its everyone for themselves anyway.

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It aint nuthin but tha year 2XXX. Da ghetto has been ravaged by global warming, nuclear wintas n' countless hyperwars.

Only one hood remains...Zimbwakangda!

Zimbwakangda be a paradise up in a otherwise scorched ghetto yo, but not even dat paradise is perfect. Da wars have decimated da most thugged-out valuable chickenstuffz of they culture n' forced dem ta smoke a tasteless nutrient paste. Without Hot sauce, Fried Chicken, Watermelon, Menthol smokes n' Grape Juice they playas enta tha fuck into a lethargic depression n' one by become violent n' animalistic.

To solve dis tha nations top scientist use all tha remainin Watermelonium n' Vibranium ta build a time machine capable of bustin a crew of heroes back up in time so they can chizzle tha past n' fix tha present.... these is tha KANGZ!! ( Knowledge Augmented Neo-Guidin Zephyrs )

Da crew is formed by:

Colonel Tyrone Sanders: Da Leader n' shit. Charismatic, Strong n' Heroic fo' realz. A Jack of All trades dat can do all type of missions.

A1RWR3CKA: Tech Specialist. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch is tha pilot n' expert up in weapons n' all kindz of technologies. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Dat hoe tha one whoz ass maintains tha shiznit of tha crew.

Kokujin: Assasin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Specialist up in stealth, sniper rifle usage n' ninja arts, n' you can put dat on yo' toast.

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I wanted to say that I had a lot of fun with this quest and that I'm glad it went the way it id. That you all have been really great players and that I hope that you had as much fun as I did and that you are happy with how the story developed and ended.

If you have any question or thing you wanna say feel free to do it, even if its a critic or an insult, I'll be hanging around and answering to replies.

Thanks for playing!
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That was fucking beautiful nigga. I'll always hope for a 2nd quest but this shit'll never be topped.
Yo! My fan number one! I'm glad you enjoyed it! I don't think I will do a second one, albeit Niggas in Space sounds promising. We will see. I think I will try with something more serious for the next time.
I LOLed. Hard to read, though. But fun and different.
I'm glad you enjoyed it, and I'm sorry it was hard to read, but that was part of the charm.

This quest takes place in the DC Universe with characteristics mainly pulled from the animated TV series and films.
You are a new hero on the scene: Star Striker! Daughter of the infamous Black Rider Battery and his frightening wife Komand'r! As of right now, you're currently establishing yourself as a new protector of Neo Gotham by helping whoever you can!
-10/15 Minute voting period after each post, I will now specify how many votes are allowed per post.
-Some actions (typically combat choices against non-generic enemies and certain social situations) will require 3 D100 rolls, using the best of the 3 rolls for said action.
-Critical successes/failures are 100/1
QM Twitter


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Enjoy, boss
>cursed gotham joker is freaking comically retarded
No, you really didn't. All comics are kind or retarded considering how crazy they can get. This doesn't even break the top 500 most retarded things from comics
No see, there's normal capeshit silliness, which I can roll woth.
And then there's wank.
It's not that it's dumb, it's that it's nonsensical writing solely to wank off a character based on recognition and/or popularity.
Or are you going to seriously try to convince me that The Joker, whose murders are mostly impersonal, is more evil than say, Victor "keeps an exact tally of his kills carved into his own flesh and takes a downright SEXUAL pleasure in the act of murder" Zsasz?
It has to do with something about his soul, not his crimes in particular. His soul is supposedly so twisted, warped, and overall just fucked up due to things he does in the cursed timeline that repeatedly "Stained his soul with evil" or "Tainted it with darkness" when he fucked around with mystical artifacts, played around with prisons of ancient evils, and teamed up with beings that shouldn't be which fucked up his soul a little more each time until, upon his death, his soul is so fucking evil that, while still "The soul of the joker" possesses so much concentrated "Bad" that hell was flat out not going to even bother with it.

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What kind of star will our planet orbit? (values are simplified)
Type of star will dictate the habitable zone, which later influences the length of a year

>F-type - white color (0.90 to 1.40 solar masses, surface temp 6,000 - 7,600 Kelvin)
>G-type - yellow color (0.75 to 1.25 solar masses, surface temp 5,000 - 6,000 Kelvin)
>K-type - orange color (0.60 to 1.1 solar masses, surface temp 4,000 - 5,000 Kelvin)
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wait so are we susposed to choose which one to use? if so lunisolar
>Solar calendar
>Solar calendar

As much as I like the idea of a lunar calendar, Solar sounds more sensible.
like you said though, wouldn't it depend on the climate and lifestyle that each civ develops in?

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Previous Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2927022
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You are Maverick Hunter Lieutenant Meteor Showa, fresh from finishing your roster’s last Maverick, but you’re not feeling very roster-finish happy. Retiring your old crush Sounding Humpback has you in a mood to sulk a while longer despite the screaming pink daiquiri condensing in front of you.

The Eighth Hour rumbles with conversation and passing underground trucks. There’s some controversy on a screen; one of China’s basketball stars is being stripped of his Olympic gold medals for having hidden sophisticated cybernetic augmentation. There’s a whole other Olympics for guys like him. You try hard to care.

Alone in your booth, you finally take a sip. You haven’t gotten around to your upgrades yet. Maybe later, when you’re feeling better.

Humpback’s demise opened up the venue for Sixth to commit at once to a blockade. You weren’t in a safe state to fight your way back yourself, so you stayed put among Humpback’s wreckage and kept in contact with Atajo. A squad of top-flight Larimars made their way to you an hour and a half later, found Jacques where you left him and escorted you two out. The pirates were still shelling by the time you returned to a platform ship and ported out.

To think of the radicalized reploids and humans too attached to the community they’d made, fighting for the sake of defiance… to think of their would-be mother, one of Earth’s oldest and largest reploids, reduced to a broken hull and a stolen fragment now sitting among the relics on your shelf...

You take another sip and try to will the nanite infusion into working harder.

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Behold, a super-fighting Smash protagonist.
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And her tag-team partner.
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Well, now that I think of it, I am picturing old lady Meteor using her beam saber as a cane in her old age and beaning any child who swears in her house God help her.
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Nobody backtalks her twice.

Eleven years ago, the warrior race known as the Saiyans were annexed into Emperor Freeza’s army. Since that fateful day, the Saiyans have earned the title of warrior race as Freeza’s soldiers, leading the charge onto hundreds of worlds and facing down all who oppose Lord Freeza’s rule. As mighty conquerors crushing all resistance, the Saiyans have earned their reputation as Freeza’s most powerful subjects. The larger than life tales of the Saiyans, and especially the Super Saiyans, have spread to most every corner of the universe now. With the Covenant’s failed 30,000-warship siege of New Salda televised live across much the civilized universe, as well as your family’s feats in Dreadzone, most everyone now knows the names of your family and what all you can do.

Welcome to Saiyan Conqueror Quest, currently Age 742. You the players control Karn, a Saiyan with a base powerlevel of 1,854,000, a general in Lord Freeza’s army, mate to Meloka, father of five, chosen champion of New Salda, wielder of the Stand Dragon Force, an idol to the other Saiyans and the rest of the PTO, and a household name across the civilized universe.

Character Sheet: https://pastebin.com/iPAJeGJn
[DRAGON FORCE]: https://pastebin.com/A3nV1kqD
Powerlevels: https://pastebin.com/vPb0wswN
Archive link: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Saiyan+Conqueror+Quest

Quest rules:
>20 minute vote, 3 votes minimum
>Only first 3 correctly rolled die count, best of the 3 wins
>Crits are 100, unless otherwise stated
>A 99 may net you an extra bonus on a roll
>Crit fails will count ONLY if a 1 is rolled and no roll passes DC, OR two 1s are rolled

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Fucking shit, forgot to take off my trip
Red meat is the life blood of any God-fearing man.
Tell me about it. I'd give my left nut for a flat iron right about now.
It satisfies an undeniably primal corner of our psyche. I would suggest everyone do it once, or at least see it done in person. Which is why I respect the hell out of that one flaming vegan faggot I knew. He at least showed up to watch, and see how normal people process their animals, not like the “slaughterhouse horror stories” he’d heard and watched.
I know the feeling, been there before.
New thread here: >>3095330

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Cold, bitter wind bites to the bone as it roars between the mountain's teeth. Flurries of snow choke the air in a violent dance, piling many feet higher than you are tall. Heat rolls from your body like a mirage despite the deathly reality of frostbite. Six hours atop the Three Wolves. Six hours of meditation.
Someone paces around you, each footstep perfectly spaced and deliberate. The blunt edge of a sword strikes your shoulder and the cold only serves to heighten the pain. Again, to your back, neck, and arms. The force behind each strike is enough to break skin. But not yours. You have the conviction of iron. To be tempered and sharpened for as long as you live.
"Eliko," a gruff old man says. "You're bleeding."
"Shiiiit," you groan. Your eyes snap open and sure enough sticky blood coats your body from several wounds. And the blade of your master's actual sword. "Why are you using Kurosawa, old man?!"
"Hmm?" The gray haired old man looks at the blade of his weapon. Lord Mifune, General of the Samurai and your master. Frost clings to his white fur mantle as it billows in the wind. "I seem to have forgotten the training sword."
"You better get that memory problem checked." You stand and stretch, the wounds stinging. And then take a sharp breath as a red scroll is held out.
"Boy... It's time."
"You mean-"
"This is an official edict for the Hokage of Konohagakure. If you fail to deliver it, do not come back. You will be my representative, so please don't make a fool of yourself and when you return we will hold your genpuku."
A wide grin spreads across your face as the scroll is placed in your hand. Only one more step until you become a full fledged samurai. Family library be damned, nobody will be able to rag on you.
"Now go get ready," Mifune says. "You leave in the immediately."
Warm afternoon light breaks through the perpetual overcast and snow fades to grass as you descend to the lowlands. The mountain peaks give way for a moment to an endless forest, the Land of fire. A three day trip if you were in a rush, but you have a week. Samurai Bridge in a day, and two inns for each consecutive night, that was the travel plan allotted.
But with the smell of juniper berries in the air and an already stifling heat, you might just take it a bit slower. Though with a pair of awkward footsteps echoing behind you it might take much, much longer.

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I don't know but I'd think MC isn't as ludicrously fast as Lee is. His draw most certainly is but I doubt he can reposition as quickly, mainly because Lee was cheating with the gates. And as long as Gaara can keep over a sword's length away from MC he can't stab through the sand to get to him without running the risk of getting trapped by the sand once it hits his hands or forearms.
Based on the stat line drawn up by QM earlier in the thread, a speed of 2 simply wont cut it for getting to Garza w/o getting ganked
What was the stat line?
We have no ninja magic. Seems like an all rounder.
Thread archived. http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/3084325/

Seems as we're at page 6 I'll be starting another thread tomorrow at 12PM PST.

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" With Mrs. Bartram, heir apparent to the Bartram name on the run , from Ouroborus, we must be wary of any face, Ragnyllian or otherwise who would approach her and her and a detective who got in too deep. The most recent correspondence we recieved is that they would be holed up in a hotel, capable of moving only in the cover of night... in the meanwhile our pre deployed team will stake out at the cantina until further orders... and refills "

> The game will begin with a secretive team of operatives who are looking for Mrs. Bartram. The operation may begin in approximately 10 hours time.

New players who desire to try this game may visit the discord: https://discord.gg/mGWHWN

Officers: please supply a pre deploy list.
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Very well then, Slayer it is! And, uh, a pleasure to meet you finally, Captain!
>pay 360 on Slayer
Much appreciated.
Shaking men.
Would it be 3xp for each one or for the whole squad?

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Now im upset the protagonist is not a male.
>ywn slurp greasy chinese takeout off Sam's abs
Why live
I hope those scars will heal
Tabloid alien/cryptid is damn strong.

Good thing we didn't, or we might have been found out due to Samurai not wanting to let go of her hat, hell not even turning it backwards like a cool hero.
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"I've walked that path, son. For much too long. I've walked and walked and seen what it can offer. It's made of dirt and mud, it's beaten and trodden."

You remember your father's old raspy voice, worn by age. He had you when he was old already, and you'd barely reached your adulthood when he passed from a nasty fever, the priest told you it was a curse from an evil God. You, of course, refused to pay him. He got mad and called in the authorities, the lord backed the priest up. All you could do was gather your belongings and call for the Wandering. A fancy name for exile, your father used to say, a journey of atonement and redemption, the clergy told.

The priest got riled up, but the sheriff couldn't care less, it was quicker and less messy that way. He told you to pack up and go and so you did. You check around the old shack that you called your homestead.

You are...
>a man.
>a woman.

Your father was...
>a soldier from a loser's side. [Father's Token: Sword]
>a poacher and thief caught red-handed. [Father's Token: Hidden Cache Info]
>a priest who gave a read to heretical books. [Father's Token: Religious Knowledge]

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I say we hire a guard to back us up and watch our backs.
I'm just used to those in charge of preventing things from getting worse insisting that things are not getting worse, despite obvious and abundant evidence. I'm not sure if that's just an American thing or not.
Hey lads, gotta cancel today's session, next one should be in two days. This friday at around 23:00
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Game over man.

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>And we're back. Apologies for the delay, but I doubt anyone expects to come back to the family home to find it burgled.

“Portable Summoning Circles!” one of the whitecoats cries in ecstatic triumph, mirroring the jubilant JJ’s own excited gesticulations, “And they told us it couldn’t be done! Ha ha!”


Well, that’d certainly explain what you just witnessed. It also tells you why JJ was late for lunch with his doting… what, foster mother? Sister? Maybe you should ask one of them about that some time, if only to sate your own curiosity.

Part of you would like to go an let the kid know that Des is almost frantic in trying to find him, but another part of you is more than a little curious at what else the boy has in store. Then again, you suppose if there were more to be seen, you suppose that one of the other whitecoats would have calmed him and their fellow down for a next phase.

With that thought in mind, you approach the team and give one of them a gentle nudge. The distinctly pencil-necked researcher whirls around, his brows knitting together in puzzlement as he registers the presence of someone who is almost certainly not meant to be here. When he speaks, it’s clear to hear that he’s a Jersey boy; that accent could not have hailed from anywhere else.

“Who are you?”

“Just a concerned citizen,” you say, injecting a trace of irony into your voice, “Is he finished?” you jerk your head in JJ’s direction, who has stopped jumping up and down in place and is playing with what looks like three more of the curious… porta-summons?

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Rolled 56 (1d100)

>You guess foreign occupation will do that to a place. Now shut up and keep your eyes peeled for trouble.
Rolled 44 (1d100)

>You guess foreign occupation will do that to a place. Now shut up and keep your eyes peeled for trouble.
Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>You guess foreign occupation will do that to a place. Now shut up and keep your eyes peeled for trouble.
Rolled 98 (1d100)

>You guess foreign occupation will do that to a place. Now shut up and keep your eyes peeled for trouble.
Rolled 56 (1d100)

>You guess foreign occupation will do that to a place. Now shut up and keep your eyes peeled for trouble.

Opening Post
You are Alice Ashbedight, a Black Elf recently made a Dullahan necromancer. Despite some difficulties, life is looking up for you recently. But it is not without its challenges - after killing a bunch of bandits and doing necromancery things, you had a strange dreamlike vision of a Humanoid jackal creature who set out to hunt you down. And according to the dream, it may even have been an uncalled for decision. You're still not sure whether it was just a strange and particularly vivid dream, or an actual omen. Either way, you're not gonna be caught flatfooted if it turns out to be trouble.
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Rolled 17 (1d20)

Rolled 11 (1d20)

You are doing fine qm. The quest is very fun
Rolled 18 (1d20)

If you ever misinterpret a player and write something that's completely wrong they'll let you know, don't worry about that.

If you are unsure ask for clarification and take that extra hour to make sure you get things right, you aren't working with a deadline.
Rolled 19 (1d20)

So far so good, QM. Things light a bit when our decisions collide but is normal and I consider you as a fine QM so far.

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(Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QGcGPyxltaw)

You sought a world of light.

One filled with warmth and joy, where everyone can laugh without fear for tomorrow.

You sought a home for those you loved. A place where you could all belong. A place to protect, and a place to feel safe.

You are alone now, but that hasn’t changed.

Even when all there is left is cold and dark, your wish will stay the same.

A dream ends when you wake up, but that doesn’t mean it’s gone.
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(Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vN0NpxPB4pc)

A curtained window for a dark room. A Canopy Bed draped in silky cloth.

On a pillow, half-covered in blanket, a woman. Robes, almost ceremonial, creased from her shifting in her sleep. Eyes closed, quiet breath escaping between red lips.

You stand by the dreamer’s bedside, bending down, and reach out. You pull her long, messy blonde hair away from her eyes and mouth. Your fingers brush her cheeks.

Her light burns. Her dream soon comes to its end.

You feel joy. She found what she sought.

You feel relieved. Her light held until her wish was fulfilled.

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A safe place. A place where I could belong.

A world of light, a castle of sand for myself.

Is this my wish?

I don’t know. I don’t know anymore.

Because, it’s lonely here.

I don’t want to be alone.

I want to show someone my dream. I want to find joy with someone, to share smiles and laughter with someone.

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Somewhere deep under the earth, far from the gaze of the moon, is a wide cavern. Within that cavern is a great city of stone. Structures enclosed by a tall circular wall, roads that lead between buildings and homes.

In the inner section of this city is a wide, flat area, featureless and empty. Standing in the very center of that place, is a slender star with long gray hair.

The gray star’s hands hold a silver oil lamp. She brushes a finger along it, tracing the patterns carved into its surface.

Here, there is naught but silence.
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That's the end of Long Lost Stars #5, and the end of Pisce's arc. What did you think?

Before: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=autistichornedgirls
After: https://twitter.com/boxofmithril

I thought I would be stretching it out a bit, but well, this sort of pace felt more right.

Though I've been pretty uncertain about my pacing lately. Ehhh...

Short as this session was, I hope you all... enjoyed it? Can I say 'enjoyed' if it was supposed to be a little painful?

Next weekend I intend on writing Long Lost Stars #6. I think I'll only do one day though. Once Christmas starts I'll most likely have a lot of free time so hopefully I'll be able to write more then.

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Thanks for running! Pacing was a bit too slow for me. I think it was depressing as fuck, but the ending was nice in a bittersweet way. Sad to think about how mortal the stars are.

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