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You are a Guardsman of the Amerigo 12th Mechanized. You have just completed your six month training on Amerigo Secundus and you are on your way to your first battle.

You are:
>Robin Danson, a farm boy who was raised on one of the planets massive agriculture districts (Strength bonus)
>Karl Solomon, a former ganger from the largest city on the planet. (Ballistic skill bonus)
>Simon Jorgensen, a former book keeper at a bank (Intelligence bonus)
>Torque [Construction Noise] Lewith, a former athlete (Agility bonus)
>Write In...

Your Job:
>front line infantry
>Chimera Turret gunner
>a Medicae
>a member of a basilisk crew
>write in...
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your down 2 Krak btw
Throw the Melta charge. At this rate another Krak won't take it down.
roll 4 it
Rolled 2, 4, 9, 2 = 17 (4d20)

Rolled 18 (1d20)


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Anybody want to do a Parahumans quest?

Choose your character.

>[x] Horatio Garcia, aka Lightfoot, member of the Phoenix Wards. You're 17 years old and itching to graduate from Mesa High and join the Protectorate. You are very fast and can fly in short, parabolic bursts, able to run up to 25mph and jump over a two-story building. You also have complete omniscience of the last 200 feet of space through which you've moved, able to sense it as if you were present there; this doesn't impose any malus on you. Your speed and maximum flight distance double while you are within this area.

>[x]Irene Latham, aka Wallflower, vigilante aspiring to heroism. 21 years old and just starting out on your own. Your strength, speed, and visibility all scale with the number of people aware of or focused on you. When nobody is looking you are extremely strong, able to lift a car with minimal effort; when a crowd is all looking at you, you become extremely fast and hard to see--not invisible, but staticky and difficult to focus on, like a sunspot in your eye.

>[x]Wade Rommel-Begay, aka Anishinabe, Third-in-command of the Phoenix Protectorate. 33 years old and you've seen some shit. You can transform your body into a harsh, abrasive sandstorm. You can change parts of you at a time or all of you at once. Your wind form is far larger than your human one, taking up about fifty cubic feet at maximum. While any part of your body is transformed this way, you have total control of the direction of the wind, though it cannot leave a fifty-cubic-foot radius.

>[x]Suggest a cape.
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>Break the banister and throw it at him

If anyone asks, Regal broke it.
>[ ] Break the banister and toss that at him
Bump. Aiming to have at least 3 votes for each decision point.
>[ ] Break the banister and toss that at him
banister i guess

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In this quest you play as Wade Wakeman, a 16 year old boy with a heart of gold and the wielder of the Omnitrix. This story is being told in an alternate universe, in which there are no longer any remaining Tennysons. Characters from earlier seasons will appear, but not always in a way that you’d expect.


Last time: Wade had finally found Wendy, but she's about to fight a giant mutant bird for Yojimbo's sick amusement!

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

To roll dice, type “dice+1d100” in the options field without the quotations.

Aliens Unlocked:

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Rolled 95 (1d100)

Dice gods help us!

The demon girl tugs at the sticky substance gluing her eye shut, while you continue to dodge the plasma fire from the robot.

[Sienna]: C’mon Clancy, just hit him already!

Her frustration grows stronger with each failed attempt to free herself from your web. Oddly enough, you notice that a bit of smoke began to rise from her eyelid, followed by a faint glow of some sort.

[Clancy]: Hold your horses, doll! Almost got him…

The robot sounds like one of those detectives from the old movies that Phil loved to watch. Funny how vintage and outdated accents survived up to this point.

You clear your head of any distractions, and leap several meters into the air, drawing Clancy’s fire upward. Seeing as his shots still fail to hit their mark, you release a wide net made from your webs, allowing it to fall onto your unsuspecting enemies. And just as the demon seems to be making progress in her attempts to break free, the net catches her hair and pins her to the ground with its weight.

[Sienna]: Oh, come on!

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[Shen]: Hey, watch the shirt! It’s expensive, you know?

He’s a big guy, but he shouldn’t be able to break through all this webbing on his own. It’s gotta be enough to hold a Mack Truck!

[Wade]: Maybe don’t wear it when you’re trying to kill people? I feel like that’s just begging for a trip to dry cleaners at that point.

[Shen]: Heh. You think I’m trying to kill you?

His lips curl into a smug grin that irritates you a little. You draw closer in order to appear more intimidating.

[Wade]: Could’ve fooled me.

[Shen]: Fool. I was just trying to find the right time to do “this”...

Suddenly, he spits out a plume of purple smoke that enters into your nostrils, causing you to fall to the ground and choke.

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>>”What’s going on here? Am I hallucinating?”
>”No need to be rude, friend. We’re all clones here.”
>”You’ve got a cool suit. We look good in red.”
>>”What’s going on here? Am I hallucinating?”
>”No need to be rude, friend. We’re all clones here.”
>”You’ve got a cool suit. We look good in red.”

Your name is Shu, and as your eyes flutter open to a darkened room it occurs to you that you’ve just gotten the best night’s sleep you’ve ever had. A perfect, dreamless slumber, devoid of fitful stirrings or imagined phantoms. On your right, Gina’s brunette locks are a mess around your shoulder as she nuzzles under your arm, petite frame curled against yours. Meanwhile Rath has your left side on lockdown, your arm pinned to your side by the slight, yet powerful young woman. She grumbles in her sleep, her freckled nose scrunching up at some unseen threat before her right arm twitches, the echo of a thrown punch. She grins with satisfaction at the well-placed blow, and you can’t help but smirk, yourself.

Stretching as best you can without disturbing your allies, you send an empathic pulse to the outer rooms to assess who’s’ where and finding three of the Midnight Crew lounging with your pair of artists, while Keane and Amara attend to matters of extreme importance in the FuzzBuzz ball pit. Gina and Rath shift in their mutual slumber, the brunette reaching across you to give sleepy head pats to the ginger on your left, who gives a pleased shudder against your side. To think…this all started only a few short weeks ago. In that short, chaotic time you’ve met Gina, Rath, Julia, Amara, Dorian, and a host of other survivors in a world gone mad with flesh and bone. You’ve conquered Daughter of the past and present, defeated abominable Amalgams of things that once were, hunted Gods…and slain someone that could’ve been a friend, if she’d only opened her heart and mind.

You can feel the small crystal pulsing at your side, all that remains of Isabelle nestled in your dress pocket and compressed into a small, shimmering emerald. Your arms finally freed, you slip your hand into your pocket, retrieving the emerald and a length of chain, a small scarab pendant at the end of it. After a moment or two of fiddling you pop the jade stone out of the pendant’s eye, replacing it with the shining, verdant crystal.

It fits perfectly.


Previous Vein: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/3660660/

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

Character Abilities: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/15ctgm_liaNO0e0B6zAcIUrmfDN0tWiXds3L4FvogI2M/edit#gid=0

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>If you want to know the reason for the danger of the forges i will add a post after this one that explains it but it does go into spoiler territory.
nah, or well, if you plan to reveal it in the story then no need to spoil things, but if it otherwise isn't something you think you could find a good reason to explain in the story id like to hear it sure.
Since it is not something i will explore in great detail i will post a small spoiler
The Danger of the Forges of the order of the smith


The Forges of the order of the smith are not powered by any normal forgecore one could find lying around. They usually require at least fire resistance to use but Lydias Tentacles allowed her to only have minor burns in comparison, with some of her skin sloughing off

The specifics are gonna be something i will come back to later as they still have story relevance
So they've kitbashed their own power source, then? Interesting.
oh, well yeah that explains all of them being burned too, alright neat.
(The 28th Vein is now open, and I look forward to seeing you there, Gentlemen.)


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Who you are does not matter yet.

Before you expands an endless black void. However, this is not a totally apt description. Throughout this black void seems to be a curious gray lattice, connecting everywhere and nowhere at once. It is bright yet dim, far yet near. Something primal within you tells you that these odd gray structures must be important, somehow. In a manner you aren't meant to understand, these gray strands will decide your fate.

Closest to you are three places where the gray lines intersect. At these intersections, three lights glow faintly. A silhouette of a single shape appears in each of them.

A ball, yet not one you know. A strange curve seems to cut through its middle before bending back outwards.

A phone, yet not in the shape of any you've ever seen before. It is block-like in shape and yet rounded on the edges, almost like a child's toy.

An old fashioned cup, like one might see in a story about the medieval times. It seems mundane, and yet looking at it fills you with dread.

You must choose from these three. Choose now, or face oblivion.

>[x] Choose the Ball. (Pokemon will be the 1st World.)

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>>[x] Play with Pokèmon.
we still have to name our grass baby
Poll closed. Also, the Budew’s name is Rosemary.
QM you dead?

Nope, just unfortunately busy with IRL stuff. Next post should be out tonight or tomorrow. Apologies.
good to hear from you good luck with the IRL stuff

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You mean to tell me that you killed a member of the Sadalan Royal family?!"

Hit nods in acknowledgement.
"Not just any member.
One of the kings. King Sadala III to be specific.
So you understand why they'd be less than enthusiastic about my presence.
And if you're any indication I'll stick out like a sore thumb in the crowds..."

This just keeps getting better and better.
"Why?! On whose behest?!"

"Can't say.
I don't think I need to tell you how sharing the identity of my contractors is bad for business."

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And this is where I'm gonna call it quits.
Not because I couldn't keep going, in fact I got enough caffeine in my systems that I'll never sleep again. Ever.
But because I'm reaching the end of my shift.
I gotta pack up and leave for home soon.
So I hope you enjoyed this.

Also if you have a sneaking suspicion as to where I'm heading with this... you are correct

I don't know when next session will be.
But I want to take a break for a bit.
So... I guess next time it's guaranteed that I can run would be around Friday.
But that's so far ahead that it's definitely subject to change.
Should the thread get saged, I'll post updates over at twatter

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thanks for running Not-Som, a great thread as always
Thanks Not-Som. Try and get like a half gallon of water in you before you crash so you're not completely fucked from the caffeine when you wake up.
You utter fool!
They give free mineral water away as well!
I've already drunk 3 gallons!
How many Saiyans do you think right now are drunk off their asses and marrying humans in Vegas? Come to think of it how many Saiyans have accidentally walked into area 51 thinking it was a market for the local star sector? What parts of the US are currently experiencing minor food shortages because Saiyans have emptied out all nearby stores? There are some interesting data points to be gained from an event like this.

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The Star Nations and galactic empires of the past had blossomed in the center of Beta, a little corner of The Galaxy that was one of the last to be touched by galactic commerce. As time began to pass and space began to shift, many wormholes opened up in the center of Beta and so those living here learned that we lived in "Beta" to begin with.

We learned that while one quadrant was old and stale, another was plagued by war, and still another by eldritch abominations; we were a place of blooming futures and rising fortunes.

The Suffering, ended over 22 years ago, after burning and killing for almost two generations. Not one single Star Nation was able to hold onto two planets, not one empire held together during the infighting and invasion.

In our little corner, The Mist, we went from being open to quadrant after quadrant, galaxy after galaxy; to being isolated down to the solar system.

We have had enough time to lick our wounds, when The Mist has began to clear, and now we find ourselves surrounded by bandits and imperialists.

We need to do something.
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Octantis has the standard beacons which report the name of the system, and has what appears to be a solid interstellar space port at Octantis 3. According to longterm scans and basic readouts on how the location is setup, it appears that the location has two important facilities setup on the planet. The first is an exchange facility that has a vault of Tzardom..."Tzars" (Coins with a picture of the previous Tzar or the one before him or the one before him.), along with a reasonable understanding of trade good values. It's unclear why the small outpost with a few tens of thousands of personnel is setup so far from Tzardom space or not staffed by Tzardom people. The other strange facility on the planet is a "Heretek Destruction Center", which also appears to be run to Tzardom standards, despite never having had a single Tzardom person set foot inside of it.

Very odd.
Oh shit sounds like a blacksite.
Get as much intel as possible and ready a reasonable military force to try to discourage hostilities.
Then approach and see where their loyalties lie.
Your clunky trading fleet with a moderate security force and a Tverdost company, has detected less then 12-14 100 meter to 900 meter vessels. Unfamiliar markings and shapes. They have landed on the empty side of the radioactive planet and your scanners can't detect them now. Before they landed you detected a large shipment of small arms.
New Thread.

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Rolled 51 (1d100)

"Um...are that many suppose to die?"

"You kidding I think we can finish this in a single wave. We are doing great!"

Countless infested clones charged into the breach. The very walls were melting or being cooked. Often both at the same time. Constant shrieks of unknown origins and howls emitted from further within. As the entire living labs broke down and unleashed the horrors they contained. While the infested clones went in to ensure none escaped not even themselves. As everything was wiped clean in one go. The sounds of fighting and dying were constant. As was dealing with countless crazy experiments and surviving horrors of god forsaken madness that survived previously.

"So...how long is this going to take exactly? I still need to do some research and make sure none of those morons do something like this again."

"Eh not long now...well unless you want some samples to be kept safe. Its always fun to take a sample while everything is going to hell and the thing your sampling isn't very happy."

"This better be worth it...ah it did that just explode? No implode, wait no both...is it stuck in some kind of time loop?"

"Yeah that can happen. Oh dear looks like we got some of avatar. Wonder what kind?"

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QM are you dead or just very busy IRL
The QM comes a goes randomly. It's how I ended up missing a good 2 weeks.
Yeah I know I was just hoping that his updates had stabilized
I used to consider this website safe, but now I'm not so sure. (That opinion change did not happen just now)
whats wrong with it?

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Hello everyone, I’m looking to run a new ASOIAF quest using a knightly house of Crackclaw Point. It’ll start off midway through Robert’s Rebellion just before the Battle of The Trident. I plan on keeping the background of the Crackclaw Point Houses from House Malroy as canon, but we will be playing a smaller House that hasn’t been touched on beyond its name. Fair warning, I pre-generated the House’s starting resources with 5d6’s (Knightly House) and they’re quite low. This combined with the fact that you’re ultimately going to end up on the losing side of this rebellion means that this will likely be a very challenging quest. Due to fact that this is a small Knightly House, House Fortune rolls will take place every 3 months. I’ll take the best of 3 just to make it a little less swingy and random. Here is what we have to work with:
Defense: 17
Influence: 12
Lands: 13
Law: 45
Population: 17
Power: 14
Wealth: 15
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Archive and make a new one

The only way that'll change will be by somehow obtaining the "Lord" title. Such a thing would be so far off that I don't even have plans for how it could be done. You will be able to increase your luxury good output eventually through holdings, which can increase your wealth gains via trade even more. You can then just convert wealth to other resources you're lacking in (at 2 wealth:1 whatever ratio). I'd say one of the biggest things that slows down your growth is time. You started with so little and your simple tower is so limiting for holding purchases until it's done being upgraded in 2 years.
Thanks for that.
How about personages?
There are a couple that would do wonders to your ability to export better quality goods at the least. We'll see some of that in upcoming house meetings.

Just made the new thread, but I'll confess to not knowing how to archive. This is the first quest I've ever run here.

New thread is up here!


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You sat for a few minutes, thinking on how you were going to do this. The Titanoboa was still sitting, coiled up, probably sleeping now or something. It wasn’t moving and it wasn’t active right now. But something told you in your gut that if you tried to climb over it, it’d know right away. The fact that it probably hasn’t pounced at you or noticed you means you’re likely smelling like decades of its own shit and piss. Not ideal, but it grants you some element of stealth at least.

Fact is however is that you can’t go back to the ship. With the fire going, the oxygen is going to get sucked out of the interior fast, really fast And you’ll likely suffocate in there as opposed to getting eaten by a Titanoboa in this cave.

There was a small opening above the Titanoboa’s body, wide enough for you to crouch through if you climbed over. That is, if you even want to climb over. As for weaknesses, you scan the body with your good old eyeballs and find a grand total of nothing. If this thing could tank plasma shots from your Carbine, there likely wasn’t a whole lot your grenades could do. And unfortunately, it appears to have snuck its head into the center of its coil. Which means to get to the head, you’d have to climb all over the body anyway.

You sigh, rubbing your face. You feel so dirty, physically.

But right now, your growing rage and sense of betrayal was starting to override that. You needed to get back somehow, by any means.

> Wait for the Titanoboa to wake up. Go hide and once it’s clear, just walk out of the cave. That’s hoping it’ll wake up in an hour or so.
> Climb over and get to the opening. Best to leave now while the getting’s good.
> Climb up and see if you can find a way to get to the head, so you can sneak or a grenade or a possible shot to the eye in or something.
> Other
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>> Okay, nope. Get back to the ship, now.
> Okay, nope. Get back to the ship, now.

You take a deep breath. The Rex is in the area. You’re caught flatfooted, smelling like a Titan, blood of a Raptor on your hands, with no DAB or AMP Rifle or anything that could easily kill it.

Yeah, hell no. You’re getting hell out of here!

You start sprinting southwards, hopefully to the river. The leaves, twigs, and braches scratch and slap at you as you run. At this point you don’t care too much about stealth. The objective is to build distance. Once you’re back at the ship, then you can reconsider what to do. Maybe you can strike the Rex. Maybe you go for a raid on the Lizards. Maybe you can even bang the shit out of Tierney and Graves at the same time to celebrate surviving yet –another- situation that should’ve killed you. Right now all that matters is getting back to the ship.

As you run however, a shot suddenly rings out. You feel a sharp sting at your arm as you drop down to the ground. You’ve been grazed by a shot! You look up and see Stenos skulking through the woods. Shit! Panic took over there! Two Stenos close in from the east. It’s not the White Feather. But you’d rather not have these two!

But as they close in, they’re suddenly shot to pieces by plasma bolts. You blink in surprise, catching your breath.

Coming out from behind them is Burke, hood of her poncho over her head with piles of leaves and twigs over her clothes and head. She runs up to you and holds her hand out to you. “Come on.” To be frank, what can you say? You grab her hand. She helps you back up to your feet and starts pushing you forward. “We’re not out of the woods yet. Keep your guard up,” she says. You draw your Carbine. “Lizards are patrolling all over the area so we’re going to have be careful.”

“I’m fine by the way,” you say.

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That's it for tonight. It's been a slow few weekends but next time we run should be better I hope. Thanks for reading and I'll try to catch you guys either next weekend or the weekend after. Hope to see you then.
Thanks for running Survive. Also qst as a whole has been slow these past few weeks so I wouldn't worry.
>Burke ISN'T a traitorous, backstabbing whore
This is a very pleasant surprise. Can't wait to get back to the ship and kneecap Godwin before beating some names out of his face.

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Welcome to the Maho region! A vibrant and incredibly diverse region filled to the brim with new Pokemon and new adventures! As a young man who's never been on his own Pokemon journey before, it's about high time you go out and see the world!

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Roll 3 1d100s!
Rolled 42 (1d100)

Rolled 70 (1d100)

Rolled 11 (1d100)


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When the Reapers were busy purging the galaxy of sapient life, vast majority of the galactic community sooner or later recognized that the end of the world was no longer a topic for philosophers, faithful awaiting a reckoning or rebellious teenagers going through a phase. It was a looming threat, virtually unavoidable, that could be faced with desperation or with bitter struggle.

It was a very thin silver lining on the dark cloud of imminent mass extinction that so many chose to fight despite the unimaginable disparity of power stacked against them, often even putting aside long standing grudges along faction, nation or species lines, petty or grievous, recent or millenia old.

By the same token it was more than a little disheartening that those grudges have begun to resurface shortly after the miraculous victory over the killer machines, partly spontaneously as the recent common enemy faded from an imminent threat into a past problem, but partly owing to deliberate manipulations and social engineering of those who would seek to seize power.

You are doctor Henri Ford, captain of MSV Chariot, special consultant for the Citadel Institute of Xenoarchaeology and a freelance adventurer and right now you are concerned by a number of issues. It was only a few days ago that you were celebrating the unexpected victory in the shadow of Cristo Redemptor. And now, despite success of your last mission, you can see more clouds gathering. Between the possibly still active Cerberus, corporate scheming, interspecies tensions, weighty political secrets (one of which was now gracing one of Chariot's hidden compartments) and now a menace of psychic aliens from the depths, there was more than enough challenges ahead that you already knew of.

All of this couldn't but cast some shadows on the future Hackett's victory speech outlined in such hopeful colors. Then again, you think as your gaze rises from the cockpit instruments to the other seats, your lips curling into a smile as it passes over your companions, at very least even if the universe itself should remain a dark place, at least you have a supply of brightness to keep you company.

Turning back to face forward once more you shake yourself out of the reverie. There was, after all, no way to go but forward.

Only one question remained: in which direction should this forward be found?

>Chat someone up (specify topic and/or person)

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The image gives way to a skyline of city structures, ruined, reconstructed and everything in between.

“Well. Looks like our little adventure didn’t go without consequence.” Kris says.

“But we saved at least three people!” Lea says.

“Doubt that made the news, yet.” You say. It was probably a rather sensitive investigation, too.

>continue watching
>submit a question to a candidate (sign as yourself, anonymously, or as a name of a specific character you encountered?)
>this is boring and/or pointless, go do something else
>this is boring and/or pointless, go back to sleep (timeskip)
>submit a question to a candidate (sign as yourself, anonymously, or as a name of a specific character you encountered?)

ask Eve if she can dig up any info on the leak for us to make some tough questions to Alexander
ask about whatever shit we may have on him due to the leak, sign as anonymous

>continue watching
>continue watching

Can't remember if we got much dirt on him
Just throwing this out there:
-Can we get some of the remains of geth units and repurpose them? Geth are one of my favorite races. Not only are there powerful foes, but they can easily be transported by folding themselves.
-Can we get some of those Loki's, Ymir, Leto and Fenris mechs?

>“What is Krogan music even like?”
>“Much of it are rhythmic war chants with some helping of angry head banging to fill in the gaps. Among the niche genres the most developed would be romancing songs. Generally though, music for its own sake is just not something we do. Although...” he trails off.
-Would Krogans be into the Hawaiian Haka?

>“What about Quarian music?”
>“Well, ours is also determined in large part by circumstances we are... were in until very recently. There is a lot of sentiment in it about our lost home. Though we do also have some... colorful tunes maintenance crews like to sing as they work.”

Ok I'm caught up. I'm hyped. Hope this thread isnt dead.

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You and a group of friends are a ragtag team of kirby characters. You decide to try and defeat a galaxy destroying beast. Also please post characters.
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I'm not letting another kirby quest die damnit
Once again you prove to be based

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The fog is impenetrable, and the water that almost reaches your knees is equally difficult to see through. You can only hope that the ground underneath does not give way but you wear your helmet regardless. For a day you’ve waded down this road, the deluge stretching endlessly in all directions. Your raincoat, a full-body synthetic suit with green florescent outlines, has held firm, keeping your body dry despite the length of the trip.

It is clear when the sun has begun to set as you fail to see your very hands, and when you decide it has become unbearable, you fetch the lantern secured to your outfit. In steel and glass, all clad in plastic lest rainwater eats through it, a sleeping jellyfish lies suspended in clean water. A simple tap was all it took to stir it, vibrant light pouring out as it presses itself against its walls.

Holding it up, you use the lantern to cut through the thick grey before you. The town of Shale is at least half a day away so it was impossible for it to be seen in such conditions, but what you were hoping for were a landmark. Any. A stray power pole that has not been beaten down by the rain or a monument from a previous age, anything would be fine. Instead, all you can rely on is the compass on your wrist, one that wobbles and spins with every crack of lightning in the far distance.

Any man foolish enough to step outside civilization would have lost their nerve already. A single false step would have them plunged into a gap in the terrain, old waterworks, or perhaps even a current that carries them into the depths below. Unfortunately, you are no fool, but worse-a rainfall operative of the Ministry of Order. Few can arrange travel between cities, fewer make the trip alone. And here, it is terribly alone. The only sign and sound of life has been your trudging, even when a tall shape makes itself known.

Decayed and tattered, a rest stop barely stands. Puffed concrete makes for its walls, rusting steel underneath struggling to hold shape. Strips of plastic hang and drift, caught in the tangled mess that used to be its furniture, visible by a giant hole in the side. You can tell it’s been refurbished a while ago, as the second floor and the stairs connecting to it hasn’t collapsed yet.

Then, something drops down into the first floor, splashing as it kicks around. You stop to reach for your revolver but move away when you remember more than likely it’ll fail to fire. It always fucks up when you need it.

>Your weapon of choice.
[ ] A crossbow.
[ ] A sword.

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[ ] At least put him out of his misery.
We can drag the body out after there's no risk of him waking up and tearing out our throats.
>[ ] At least put him out of his misery.
We still have half a day of sloggin' to do. Report strange marks then finish him so we can get to it.

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War. War Never Changes...

Your name is Dillinger Rast and you fucking hate the Enclave.

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Sorr guys, I eel asleep, too tired to conitnue more tomorrow!
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God we’re cool

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