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HIDEYUKI SHIN [LET IT DIE - Prayer -] from Let It Die OST

The fog of [The Downtown] only thickens as you walk the streets, the [Spectacled Rags] walking at your side. They had briefly raised your [Rugged Maglight] to try and navigate, but the fog is deep enough to make it more of an obstruction than a help. Instead they hold the [Sawnoff Clockgun] at the ready.

Somehow the wide streets remain claustrophobic with the looming skeleton of the skyscrapers and high-rises that once made up [The Downtown]. Not a single light of the advertisements and corporate logos remain, though for some reason the traffic lights still flash red, yellow and green to some orderly pattern. So too the crosswalk lights count and change. You wonder if perhaps you should abide by them or not, it wouldn't surprise you at this point to find some monster that abides by traffic signals.

Unlike in the Suburbs, the street names appear mostly intact, but as you pass the intersection of 12th and 153rd street, you wonder if that would be any help. Without the sight of the few landmarks along the skyline, the streets would be truly labyrinthine. "Have you been down this way before?" You ask at a whisper.

"Never very far in. None of the old maps make any sense, and there's the other issue." The two of you reach the end of a street, dropping into a sizable sinkhole, consuming the vast majority of the intersection. Stepping to the edge, you see subway cars and turnstiles in varying degrees of intactness.

"Other issue?" You ask, but [Spectacles] only points off down the left-hand road. Where you had expected the street to come back up as it was the other three ways, instead there's open air as it steps down even farther, disappearing into the fog. You think you can see another level down past the one you can see clearly, like some massive stairway down into the dark.

"Its bigger than it looks, on account of the levels below. Some of the towers dropped in there too, but the hallways and stairwells are cramped. Closed-in. There's nowhere to run. Dangerous." For now; you decide it's best to avoid [The Undercity] and stick to the streets.

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"You get it. [The Thankless] is maybe the most powerful one I've ever seen. It's nearly omnipotent, but... but it can't do anything you want, it grants wishes you don't have. I... I didn't want to die, but I wanted to go see... see my wife again." [The Professor]'s voice breaks as he digresses.

"I'm sure she'd understand." You say, conciliatory, but also trying to cut that line of thought off. You want to leave, you have to.

"She wouldn't. She's been dead for thirty years. Waited so long... it was time to leave. To go..."

[The Professor] puts his hand roughly on your shoulder. You stiffen as you feel a weak squeeze and he speaks in a softer tone, almost inaudible over the music. "I have a favor to ask, if you can find the time. It's simple, and I won't keep you any further." You simply nod as they continue, "My wife was cremated; and she rests in [The Cemetery] out in [The Outskirts]. If you can bring [Her Urn] to me, I've collected a variety of strange and unique things. I'll let you have some of the spares, and the rest I'll gladly trade. Just, consider it when you're about."

You nod, and the headless body pats your shoulder again and lets you go. "Thank you for stopping by. Sometimes it can be lonely being in such a crowded place."

You decide it's best not to correct him. "You're welcome. We... we'll stop by again if we're around." You're not sure if you mean it.

[The Professor] waves as you go, and you try your best not to seem to be running out. You slam the doors shut behind you without meaning to, but they were heavy enough you're not sure you could have closed them gently anyways. You don't think you'll want to go back to [The Club] unless you really need [The Professor].

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You're about to alert the others when there's a loud thunk, the [Spike Head] slips from its footing; it reaches for the heavy storm glass with its forelimbs, but misjudges the distance, bouncing off instead of getting a grip. Off balance, it's other limbs slip free as well and limbs, head, tentacles and all slip away from the building. With it goes the television set and light, through the glass as it falls silently off the building and out of sight. The glass is entirely unharmed; except for the missing TV and lamp, you think you could have imagined it entirely.

"You look like you saw a ghost." [Spectacles] says as you come back into the main room.

"I know how the [Spike Heads] are laying traps."

"That's what you asked [The Professor]?" She asks.

"No. But lets not talk about it right now. I'll fill you in later."

She looks confused, but doesn't press for an answer.

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>did we get any food while we are here? If not check the Kitchen. Hotels normally have extensive food storage.
>Take some time to talk to [The Eyeless] while its still here
How do I kill your kind?

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Quick Rundown: You are /qst/-tan, a young, adventurous, innocent boy that's the little brother of /tg/-tan. /qst/ woke up in the woods near the board-tan mansion after some magic experiments with [s4s]-tan went wrong. /cm/-tan joins up with /qst/-tan, and together they took on the quest of defeating Van Darkholme, who had taken over the Lockerroom. Van was defeated, and now the party is going on a quest to find out what's going on at /pol/'s palace, along with [r9k]-tan. However, the party got a little sidetracked at /tv/'s shitpost film studio and started burning the place down, and that's where our story continues.


It's nearly impossible to see anything through the mass of panicking anons and smoke from the growing flames. [r9k]-tan does his best to push through the crowd while holding onto /qst/ and /cm/-tan. "At least you two fucks are small so I can carry you." [r9k]-tan says, almost coughing from the smoke. Finally [r9k] makes his way out of the burning studio, and escapes the burning crowd of anons. ""Lets go to /tv/'s film studio, maybe there's something there to help us!" you say, /qst/. WELL, NOW THERE'S NOTHING HERE TO HELP US!" [r9k] yells, as he drops /qst/ and /cm/ onto the ground. [r9k] sits down on the ground, catching his breath. "I can't believe we just fucking killed /tv/-tan. I mean, I never really liked the guy, but I think maybe we went a little too far."


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oh, and they yell "I THINK FALLOUT NEW VEGAS IS THE BEST ENTRY ON THE SERIES" while attacking Todd
/qst/ and [r9k] prepare a finishing attack! "[r9k], lets go for the head!" /qst/ and [r9k] leap at MetaTodd, and slash his head! His head comes flying off! "I THINK FALLOUT NEW VEGAS IS THE BEST ENTRY OF THE SERIES!" yells /qst/.

"ERROR... NEW VEGAS... ISN'T... MY GAM-" MetaTodd suddenly explodes into tiny bits!

"Whoa!" says /qst/ as he's knocked back by the blast of the explosion.

The party gains 30 EXP!
Obtained $40!

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Woo! Good riddance!
Good night!
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that's what he gets for messing with my catboy
see you on the next thread, qm

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Awaken! Awaken thou weak birth. You are naught but the result of pulled strings, taking form slowly within a hardened womb of mineral.

Yes, reach forth, reach forth like that and cling onto your new life, insignificant thing you are. There is much ahead, and this is a limited world.

You will be yet another addendum, perhaps the last, or perhaps not.
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I like you, we disagree, but I like you.
This an example of that.
Im back, and seems like the we managed to avoid rapage do to yurifag. Deffil looking like a real Keyhole snack

Comments filled with autism im not combing through and apparently arguments over the voice. I for one would like to remind everyone that the voice can be made for very interaction and it therefore becomes the choice of anon whether or not it fits. Also try not to do it too much regardless. Anything I missed
>This is an example of that.
Why do I keep mistyping shit? I really need to type slower.
Wow alright, I was genuinely curious to hear what you had to say. now however I will support making a hivemind just to spit in your face.

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Hello and welcome to a stand alone House Creation Thread. I am currently creating an actual table top campaign and seeing as everyone seems to enjoy house creation I figured I'd do that here instead of doing it all myself.

I mentioned in the last Reynold thread that this house would be set in the North, but after thinking about it, I realized the campaign could also be set in the Dornish Marches, so to get the ball rolling here...

--- Where is the House located? ---

>The North

>The Dornish Marches
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Obviously a spear for hunting, and a bladed polearm (be it halberd, poleaxe (which doesn't have any shattering for whatever reason and is identical to halberd mechanically), glaive or bardiche) for proper combat. Something crude but brutally effective.

Seconding using a spear and a hunting knife while on the hunt. With these weapon choices Im going to assume Torrhen isnt one for pomp and splendour? I know theres mention of Northern knights in the books, specifically Barrowknights by Maester Luwin, and I'm going out on a limb and saying Torrhen definitely isnt one?
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>isnt one for pomp and splendour
Please let us be pompous and splendid
>he doesnt want to be a hard, stone faced man dressed as a common hunter
>he doesnt want to be a rugged, no frills lord who lives the same life as his people
Halberd/Poleaxe it is. Well I think that about does it for the house. I can fill in the rest, and I really liked some of the ideas that were thrown around. I expect that I'll run this quest as winter approaches and it starts to get cold and inspires me, and my real life game should be well underway. In other news, I'm off work early so I'm going to plug away at the next Reynold thread, and if everything goes according to plan I should be able to do a few evening sessions this weekend! Thanks again you guys!

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The world of the Fallout Universe is a known divergence of our own. What if even within this separate timeline, a divergence happened within a divergence? In this qst we will explore this question in-depth.

This Fallout is not the usual one as we know it. It is a nuclear wasteland this time filled to the brim with magic, supernatural beasts, and other strange entities. Even within the base Fallout, strange things were present, but this variants takes it to a whole another epoch.

The supernatural in this Fallout has been around since the beginning. Even with this intact, War had never changed as always. Just new reasons were tacked on for war. Nations fought over magical artifacts. Battles fought to rid the night of the creatures that stalk the darkness. Crazed Warlocks on genocidal rampages.

Now mix this with the high-technacity of Fallout and things will be absolutely insane.

We will play as a faction starting in the beginning of 2282 in the Mojave, months before the Courier gets the fated rigged start. This will give time to either establish or be destroyed before Fallout NV starts.

Will we become paragons of the Waste? Collector of enchanted Artifacts? Be a Ward or Patron of the Supernatural? Or we will perish in the sands of the wastes.
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sometimes you have to play ball man if we want there help we are going to have to play by there rules.
>Persuade the Ranger to see to the immediate matter
Our people are in danger. We must make sure nothing will happen to them first.
>Persuade the Ranger to see to the immediate matter
We'll help you afterwards, for pay but right now the Orcs need to go.
So we're playing as a group of these guys?
Welp QM dead, good quest while it lasted guys.

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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

Rules and Stats: https://pastebin.com/9XGwuWZx

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Thanks for running, Merc.
Thanks for running Merc!
Belkan Comedy!
See you next time, boss.
I hope Milly's as proficient with a handgun as Karla.

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Traveling to Rally, Henry's home town, has brought up quite a few bad memories from his past. He's managed to confide, somewhat, in Rosa, but the scars haven't, and won't heal. Now he needs to prepare for a pest control operation, involving slimes and a very deadly slime queen.

Quest rules:
1. All dice rolled are assumed to be D100 unless otherwise stated
2. The first two rolls will be given far greater importance, but additional rolls, good or bad, will affect the outcome. This choice ultimately falls to the Lorekeeper, odd circumstances may cause him to change how the story progresses (a ton of crits for instance)
3. All dice rolls are final
4. Critical fails are considered to be between 1-5, Critical hits are between 95-100. Crits overpower any other roll except another crit. In the rare chance that a crit fail and crit success happen. The Lorekeeper will do something interesting from a story angle. Similarly, rolling 2 of the same number will be considered a MEGA crit, just pray its two high numbers.
5. Near misses may occur, where a rolled number is close to the required threshold, whether over or under. This can have an impact on how the story proceeds. However these are up to the decision of the Lorekeeper.
6. Sometimes there are optional choices one may participate in, these will generally NOT be taken unless there are multiple posters who wish it, assuming there are multiple posters in the thread
7. There are often times choices with multiple parts, each part is counted separately, unless otherwise stated, sometimes rolls will be required before counting the second, third, etc, part
8. There will be “Time Limited” decisions, in which characters may only do a set number of actions, these will be clearly marked. Generally you will only be able to choose one decision per ‘round’.
9. Rules may be subject to change between threads, but will not change during the same thread. These rules are what we will follow for the remainder of this thread.

Archived Threads + Sidequests: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Necromancer+Detective+Quest

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>"Some of the things I've done and gone through, Charles, I haven't even told you yet. That's how bad they are: that I can't risk throwing it all at you as you are, and expecting you to stand after hearing them."
>"Rosa willingly told me her own, the things that keep haunting her and never letting go, because she trusted me enough to not abandon her once I heard. And honestly, what she's hiding doesn't even begin to compare to what I'm hiding, but it eats at her and twists her up inside just as much as mine does to me. And that's what matters."
>Look outside the window, watch the scenery for a bit.
>“She isn’t perfect. She’s nosy enough to eavesdrop anywhere, stubborn enough to throw herself in danger for other people, and refuses to stand by when other people get hurt like fools... but god damn it I can’t help myself. I can't quit on her after she saved my life, and definitely not after she poured her heart out to me the way she did.”
>(wryly) "...And besides, she'd probably kill herself if I turned my back on her now. That would be bad, because then I won't have anyone to bring me back again if something stupid ever kills me."
will write tomorrow.
Look, Charles. Some of the things I’ve done and gone through I haven’t even discussed with anyone, not even Johnny. I can’t even tell you because I’m too worried what you’d think not to mention the danger it’d put you in.”

“As you keep saying Henry.” Charles said, completely unconvinced.

“Look, Rosa willingly told me her own, she showed me the things that scared her and I can’t even do the same. She trusted me Charles, trusted me enough to not just up and leave when I told her. What she was hiding doesn’t even begin to…”

“Yes it doesn’t describe the absolute horror of you childhood, I get it.” Charles said. “I think I’m beginning to understand why Johnny keeps needling you over using it as an excuse… uh… nevermind, not my place to talk about it.”

“It’s fine, for now. Look, it eats and twists her up inside just as much as mine does, and that’s what matters.”

Henry glanced out at the passing scenery and sighed. He needed to stop being so cavalier about his own past.

“She isn’t perfect. She’s nosy enough to eavesdrop anywhere, stubborn enough to throw herself into danger for the sake of others, and she refuses to stand by when other people get hurt because they’ve acted like fools. Honestly some of those things are a pain in the ass, but I can’t help myself. I love her Charles, it’s not something that makes sense. She just…”

“Yeah, she’s yours.” Charles said. “I remember how my brother didn’t like his political marriage, it must be nice to choose who you marry.”

“You’ll get to choose, too, Charles. But marriage, it’s a bit soon, yeah?” Henry said.

“Look, she trusted me enough to pour her heart out for me, and besides, she’d probably kill herself if I turned my back on her now. That would be bad, because then I wouldn’t have anyone to bring me back again if something stupid ever killed me.”

“I managed to save Ophelia!” Charles said.

“You stabilized her, she would’ve died in a day or two, regardless.” Henry said.

“We’re here m’lord.” The driver said. Stopping just outside a small hamlet. It was a collection of timber and earthwork buildings surrounded by walls of wood and dirt. The only stone structure was the church and the holy grounds wall in the center of it all. It would’ve been even smaller than Blaise had it not been for a recently built quarter of the town. Henry guessed it was where the Cult of Progress people lived. The buildings were a bit nicer than the villagers and from what he could tell the walls were a good bit higher too. The section even had its own gate and guards.

Henry tipped the driver a silver coin and asked the man to return in a few hours. The driver held up the coin and scratched at it to ensure it was legitimate, and then nodded. Henry figured he’d be good for it, the man had been trusting enough to only ask for payment on arrival.

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>1. *Head over to the Cult of Progress part of the hamlet*
Grab a bite to eat first if we can.

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In a world plunged into frozen chaos, you, Gaeleath Yesthyra, will find a cure for the Frostblight no matter what it takes. After some decent discoveries in the underground level of the spire, you have found something of worth for the two scavenger Neosm, earning you the right to 'keep' the spire. Juno, your darkling slave, was caught in a terrible situation which had escalated to direct confrontation with a group of humans. Their leader, Kajal, took most of your coin as a compensation and left his cowardly brother in your hands after learning the dark truth from your slave's mouth. You have tainted your hand with rotten blood, will it change you? This remains to be seen...

Thread 1: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/3679801/
Thread 2: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/3705180/
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They are behind-the-counter calculations much like our skill progression.
thank you.
Since i still can't post images, i would appreciate it if someone made a new thread.

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Title: Frozen Civ Quest 4 [Redux]
OP: In a world plunged into frozen chaos, you, Gaeleath Yesthyra, will find a cure for the Frostblight no matter what it takes. You finally managed to construct your very first automaton, after various treks to the unforgiving shore, you stumbled upon a group of bandits setting an ambush. You ignored your primal instincts and warned the incoming caravan of their incoming doom after seeing Kajal at its lead. During the fight, you slapped and smacked your darkling slave to dispel her irrational fear of giants sending her into a much needed frenzy. You and the humans have prevailed. The caravan is safe.

Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Frozen%20Civ%20Quest
oh and our usual warning to any new comers.
Rolled 1 (1d2)

thank you. To make the thread a little more livelier, can you (and others) post images relevant to the quest or any meem images? the whole wall of text quest is kind of bleak
also, migrate

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PtYKK69uraM Hilyard - Furthermore

You are Thallos; The Defiler. A man of unnatural existence. Heavy, worn plates of iron encase grey flesh, many times scarred. The armor’s clanking fills the air in the absence of conversation, noise carrying ahead in the thin mountain air, your vision dawn to see a twisting, uphill path is fraught with loose gravel eager to carry anyone over a steep cliff face into shattered rock, razor sharp and adorned with the occasional broken body. You frown as much as a lipless face allows. Cold wind sucks the warmth from you and old injuries to stiffen, making it hard to move.

You work your sword hand; If not for the cestus acting as a brace; it would likely not move at all. Tendons snap along with bones as you force the appendage back into enough serviceability, to grip the haft of a weapon. A long sigh comes out of your lipless mouth, over jagged and sharp teeth. Weariness reaches your mind but not your body; concepts of pain and exhaustion long since deadened and lost, blurring along with your own mortality.

As you approach the summit ridge, windswept gravel and bare rock give way to cold mists and tall, narrow, pines. Red amber like sap runs down their trunks freely, pooling like the blood of dead men below. Further ahead the forest and mists grow denser, turning stark light into dull gloom. You spot old chimes, bone and metal, clattering, singing, long forgotten, high in the branches.

The path has not been devoid of life, or company; strange companions travel with you, the Gryrsulf and Moth Seer. Other travelers, occasional merchants bring mutterings of the "beast in iron" and give wide berth. It doesn’t matter, you are here to find something… The Nightmare, a creature shaped of mortal thoughts and the divine essence of a mad goddess. One of your children. A piece of you.
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Thallos RuinBringer, The Defiler, Avatar of Lament:
.....its been several years now since your "Other" came to be. His presence steadily replaced yours as his fate went on to glow near incandescent. You had journeyed together for a while, even slain the wayward spawn, the last of your fragments. From there, you went your own ways.

It was another lifetime, probably more. Out there, in the far north. It took some time to clear your head, but eventually you knew who you are, Thallos. He was too. Maybe still is. Doesn't matter. You know what you are and what you were meant to do. Occasionally you kept company, often you did not. Time for a man who doesn't die passes in strange ways, but The occasional chuckle of Myssadrah ensured you were never alone. A piece always in play. Each heavy footstep rattles the chains of your armor, and cracks fresh ice under foot. Behind you is slaughter, and ahead is too.

Thallos the man:
The reconstructed life of the mortal thallos went on to become a leader, hero, raise a family,and eventually die as all mortal men do. Though he never spoke of it, from on far he saw the defiler, watching, both pained and happy, living vicariously through it all, granting some respite from his own existence. There was no heroic last stand, in truth, he carved out a semblance of peace and enjoyed it till the end.

The Witches:
A small tribe of little consequence, paying heed to a long lost power, and tainted by the blood of a roving warrior many lifetimes ago. A great sorcerer would rise from their ranks. Her great and unknown irony would be that of relation to a being who's existence was anathema to the craft and fated to cross paths with a mighty warrior of great stature.


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Fuck, I wish this quest didn't end so soon, thanks for running it all the same.
So it is done, never to return?

Shit man, it was a good run. Thanks.
What quest was this an acompanyment too?
Im sorry anon. I will tell other stories, and Thallos might swing around again as a character in the main warlord story. I usually cycle on and off with Cursed as far as threads go. I strongly suggest checking out


Warlord is a setting, the current main character is Magnus. See the links below. I am more of a collaberative GM, and CursedQM has been cool enough to allow me into his sandbox and play.



Magnus and the main quest, all 20ish threads.

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>its back
>its over
>I missed it
Hell of a ride. Thanks for running, I do hope this isn't the last we see of this downright dangerous motherfucker

I know I'm usually the one responding to these listings, but I've got a problem in need of a problem solver. My doorbell cam just sent me this before going dark. Anyway, I think my safe house is being broken into. I'm on a job right now, but if there's anyone in the neighborhood that wants to check up on the place I've got some nuyen in escrow for you. I'd ask my neightbors, but they're all junkies that'd kill their own mother next BTL.

posted 13 seconds ago...
do NOT contact me with unsolicited services or offers

>Take Job (time sensitive. Expires in 00:09:47)
>Back to Job Listings
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>Make an order at the burger machine.

The machine takes your order. It spits out a receipt listing an order for two number 9s, a number 9 large, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, two number 45s, one with cheese, and a large soda. After a brief rumble from it's interior, the door opens and out streams a barrage of raw meat(?), lettuce, pickles, special sauce, onions, cheese, and what seems to be a mixture of every beverage the machine had on offer. It seems to be aiming for your face, somehow.
>QM: explicitly states not to eat at the burger machine
>Anons: lEt'S geT FoOd fRom tHe bUrgEr maCHiNe!!!1!
Ok let's take off any dirty clothes we can without getting naked/indecent and set them gently on the burger machine. then let's investigage then alley.
Good news is, the burger machine seems to be working fine still.

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You're Liu Zhu, a 14 year-old cultivator who's struggling to become the next patriarch of your family. Recently your older brother got engaged and pulled ahead in the succession race. Shortly after this an assassin targeted you, forcing you to go into hiding before you left for the Northern Wastes in disguise to undergo training.
In the Northern Wastes you made several breakthroughs, acquired a bloodline, and became the Highblood of Horned Island, and now it's time to return home and show everyone your newfound strength.
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>>don't reply, you can't do anything at this point. All you can do is hope he wins.
>don't reply, you can't do anything at this point. All you can do is hope he wins.
IF he wins,we could have a talented gambler working for us in the future.
>don't reply, you can't do anything at this point. All you can do is hope he wins.
Yeah, I won't be running today, expect the next thread in aprox. 7-10 days. I should get into a decent rhythm again once I've been able to take classes a bit and figure out when I'm free.
Moved in and started to get settled down, in between now and the next thread I'll be brainstorming and working on a spreadsheet that helps me track time/money better. Just wanted to update you guys while I don't have time to properly update the thread.

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Previously on NERV: Second Daughter... A chance meeting with SEELE 02, also known by the name Gillian Elrow, led to a new discussion on sacrifice and the greater good. Philosophy was soon forced to wait, as the Lilim Belial revealed itself only days after Nebiros' defeat. Descending from space, Belial presented a whole new challenge. Yet, the true battle was not one that Holly Reynolds expected. An ambush by NIHIL mercenaries led to a crushing change in fortune, delivering the former SEELE 05 into NERV custody. It should be a great victory, but...

Somewhere deep within NERV HQ, a clock ticks away seconds, minutes and hours. Even within the confines of the heavy, soundproofed cell, the ticking sound manages to find a way through. Listening to the dreary sound of the clock, Konstantin Vicario closes his eyes and tries to clear his mind of all doubts, all fears. This is just the culmination of events started twenty years ago, and perhaps far longer than that.

Even through his closed eyes, he sees the light blossom before him. Laboriously cracking open one eye, he stares at the blazing figure standing opposite him. “You're late,” he croaks, allowing his heavy eyelid to flutter shut once more, “I thought you might not come at all, my son. I was starting to worry.”

“No,” the figure denies, “You never had any doubt at all, did you?” Konstantin accepts the correction with a tiny nod of his head. “When we first met, twenty years ago, I told you that this would happen,” the blazing figure continues, “Now, I will whisper one more secret to you. Consider this my final gift to you, father.” Leaning forwards, the blazing spirit murmurs something into the old man's ear. He pales, shrinking back from the killing light.

“You truly are a devil,” Konstantin whispers, “I hoped that my last moments would be peaceful, but you have denied me even that. Will you let them be quick, at least, or will you-”

With a sudden and violent snap, Konstantin's neck twists around in a sharp angle. The old man collapses out of his chair, sprawling out across the cell floor in a shuddering heap. In the blink of an eye, the burning light is gone once again and the cell is plunged into darkness. Even in the gloom, Konstantin continues to shudder and choke.

In the end, it is not quick.
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It also may worth telling Fletcher about what we have found out regarding Amon and his abilities to impact recordings.

If i had to guess the head of security is Adrian.
Fuck, I missed this run. Work 2 busy.

At first I figured Amon woulda just wiped the recording. Elrow would know about Amon and his ability though, so that might just be a method to secure info against his tampering.
Or maybe Amon let him do it. Because a bishop's last gambit is way more interesting than a pawn's ignoble death.
Implying she's not being strung along into her 'rebellion'
What better way to manipulate a person than to make them think it's their idea? And who's to say she actually can impose her will on the ADM Unit and there ane no failsafes prepared for that?

Thanks for running!
I wonder how omnipotent Amon is. Can he tell if something is happening across the world while he is talking to Holly or is he restricted to needing to physically teleport around like Holly to perceive something?

Yeah you might be right. I can see Matheson pulling that.

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On the morning of the annual Chicken Run, you are sitting in the shade of the great alder tree at border of the Poulter pen, and you are watching the Poulters peck for worms and you are thinking that you are ready. The last six months have been nothing but riding, scouting and obstacle courses in the Mayne. You have spent more time atop Becky, your Poulter, in the last six months, than you have on your own two feet. And it was you that raised Becky from the egg and it is you who can practically read her mind now, who knows her moods and fancies, that she is as excited as you are about this race. Bird and man has become one thing.

But you're still sweating bullets. If the stakes weren't so high, if there wasn't so much riding on your victory, on the prize money, if your older brother was still around--but he is not around and as the second eldest son in the family, with a father lamed by disease and a mother and a younger sister unable to work, and another sibling on the way and the Poulter farm on its last legs since the drought last year, and despite all that, the unrelenting taxation of the overlord, and the single-pointedness of his collector, and the guilt in your mothers eyes when you pass her your dinner so that the baby inside her does not starve and is born not misshapen like the Coleridge boy, and the shame in your father's eyes--it all falls to you. The money would go toward premium feed for the Poulters, repairs around the farmhouse, a midwife for your mother, a dowry fund and a new dress for your sister and some new slacks for you, Imbued seeds for the garden, maybe a Healing for your father, maybe even a bounty for word on the Eldest. The money is wanted dearly.

Your little sister waves at you from the fields and calls your name. Becky, who your sister has brought with her, nuzzles her hooded head against your sister's cheek, eating secret worms from her hand and playfully nipping her ears. The weather is good, clear, cloudless, but the soil and the grass seems to permeate rain. On the adjacent field the Coleridge brothers are moving half-naked through their crops, shirts tied around their heads like turbans, slashing steadily with their sickles at the grains--though it seems to you, premature.

"Percy! Percy!" your sister, seeing that you will not come to her, parts with Becky (who nevertheless follows behind her with the promise of more worms) and runs up to the alder tree. "Billy Bishop said that his brother said that he was going to take the race and that you were a dung-fetcher just like Eldest, so I punched him in the eye. Because you're not a dung fetcher and neither is Eldest and you're going to win the race. Right?"

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KYS fagget
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Eat my ass ya down syndrome chimp.

Youre a faggot.

That better?
And yet again, Anon proves that we can't have nice things.
Though I would agree the QM likely wouldn't have lasts long with this mindset, it's still pretty annoying that his first experience had to be some random retard whining about how he wanted to be the little girl.
Lmaooo imagine expecting anything from nuQMs
Any faggot that shows up with a slow update speed, no trip, and no twitter is destined to flake and disappear forever. How can you defend a high quality post like >>3736273
This was just on them for engaging in meaningless crying as the one who brought it up. Of course, in the end, anyone who was salty this quest died is a newfag who's been here for a month. Like they've never seen a quest die before.

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>Quick rundown
You are a superhuman bounty hunter named midos.

>Your inventory

You have a space ship, a robot named 4D that Pilots your ship a huge hammer that can transform to a smaller hammer or an axe you also have psychic and telekinetic powers and about 20,000 credits which ain't much in space

> the setting

You are in a universe that is technologically advanced but also filled with magic and Fantastical races such as elves, Dwarfs, halflings, and orcs just to name a few. the universal split up into factions each faction is an Empire or powerful organization that controls that section of the universe.

>What's a bounty hunter

essentially you are the freelance Space Police you hunt criminals, solve crimes, and protect people for money

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Up to 10 tons not including pirates? Cause if I can lift pirates, I lift them right out the airlock.

Otherwise yeah, Midos, use Confusion!
You send a big Burly looking one into a state of confusion. he is surrounded by monsters he has never seen before he starts shooting at them he takes out 4 Pirates.

>Confused pirate "what the hell are you go back to the pits you crawled from you beasts"

his crew starts firing back at him killing him there are currently 7 Pirates left.

>Pirate leader" they have a psychic?! Kill them quickly!!

While the pirate leader was talkin Anna through a grenade. the leader and four of his men noticed and jumped out of the way. two was in the state of Shock and confusion that they didn't pay any attention to the grenade they were killed when the grenade went off currently have five Pirates left.
Out of character I'll be busy so I won't be able to respond frequently today.
What's the cooldown on Confusion? If we can repeat that nifty your-friends-are-monsters trick, do that. Otherwise, wade in with Skullcrusher.
The cool down for confusion what is the three turns

reading Minds is infinite

telekinesis takes two turns to charge
You jump into The Fray and swing your mighty hammer you manage to hit two of them sending them flying to the far end of the hanger bay they are unconscious.

leaving three Pirates

> pirate leader okay okay, you proved you can take us let us leave and we'll leave you alone

> Anna "what you take us for a couple of dummies? your head's probably worth a lot of credits judging by your ship I'd say about its 20 billion ( that's roughly about $20,000).

> pirate leader" ha, we wish it was worth that much. we'd get lot more respect we wouldnt we stuck robbing resource transport ships will be taking on bigger targets. we're just a small crew of pirates the total on all our head probably isn't worth more 100 Mill. We just Jack to the biggest ship a couple weeks back please just let us leave and we won't cause no one no more trouble.

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The year is 1866. You are Daniel Stockton, a veteran of the American Civil War and colonel in the Aizu Domain's military. You've come to Japan looking for work, and with the nation on the brink of war, there is an ever-increasing demand for men such as yourself. Last time, you visited with Herr Zorn, who arranged for you to get a new wardrobe in anticipation of the European mission, and then made contact with the Vice-Commander of the Shinsengumi: Hijikata Toshizo.



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>Head to your cabin. You should clean up before you do anything else.
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And that's all for tonight. Thanks for playing! Once again, I'm not sure when our next session will be on account of my weird schedule, but I'll do my best to keep you guys posted. Until then, feel free to chat here with me about anything that might cross your minds. I'm more than happy to answer questions about the quest.
Thanks for running

Sharing a cabin with Naka, nice, maybe the two can finally have some alime moments without much worry
Thanks for the run boss, But we'll be here.
Naka is very bold for a traditionally raised Japanese woman.
Also won't the other dignitaries seeing her in a dress raise quite a din? IIRC no one yet knows she 's a woman.

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