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This board is for author-driven collaborative storytelling (i.e., "Quests"). In a quest there is a single author who controls the plot of the story and who drives the creative process. They can choose to take suggestions from other posters, or not, at their sole discretion. Quests can be text-based, image-based, or a combination of the two. Drawfaggotry is strongly encouraged!

To facilitate the author-driven nature of quests, /qst/ differs significantly from other boards in that the OP of a thread is considered the quest's author, and has some basic text formatting abilities: [b], [i], and color tags [red], [green], and [blue]. Therefore, only those people willing to put in the effort to be a quest author should post threads. If you do not intend to run a collaborative story, do not post a thread here! This includes meta-threads.

Dice rolling follows /tg/'s format (e.g., "dice+2d6" without the quotes in the options field rolls 2d6).
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Current board settings:

Anyone can post images.
Anyone can use painter.
Anyone can use dice & spoilers.
Only OP can use text formatting.
3000 character limit.
750 bump limit.
Decreased post timer to match /tg/ (30 seconds for text, 60 seconds for an image reply).
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Forever hungry in the endless forest, hunger threatens from killing you if not appeased soon. Once a glorious goblin, you are now a bag of bones covered with some skin.

The humans are withholding all the resources of the land, and the goblins are dying off. Yet, you are a sentient being and deserve to live.

The other members of your tribe are dead from exhausting all of their sexual energy supplies. You were the one with the strongest energy, the one who has the highest potential of becoming a king.

Or so you think.

Pick your choice, this vote will set your personality for the future.

>Try to eat fruits
>Attack a human farm
>Write-in
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>>4395841
>Fight back and test the power of fruit
If this doesn't work we can pacify them by shoving the fruit down their throats
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>Roll me 3x 1d100 Bo3 DC 30 (Roll Under)
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Also, Goblin QM said that it's okay if I create this quest >>4394859
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Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>4396033
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Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>4396033

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August 8 2020. The aliens came and killed every working man on the planet. They would take their life over, their home and their wife, and kill the children. Thus, all married women were now married to an alien. Only NEETs and women were left alive.

The aliens, the TORAG, are humanoid, like us, but they all looked different. Some have a strange skin color; some have four arms; and other are 10 feet tall. The TORAG forbade any form of work to be done. Their philosophy is that work irreversibly corrupts the soul and can only be performed by homonculus, human simulacra created for the sole purpose of doing work.

The second of the alien beliefs is that all women should have a husband. The leftover women, the single women, were locked up in concentration camps. There is only one way out, it's to live with a NEET. As there were many more single women than there are NEET men, most women are desperate to be picked by any NEET. Thus, most NEETs can get the girlfriend of his dream.

You are in your NEET room, browsing the TORAG government webpage. You have created a profile on the dating page.

You are:
>a fat NEET
>an autistic NEET
>write-in

The girl you're looking for is:
>write-in
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>>4395876
>talk to the girl and get to know her
>Alexander Rostov
>History, politics, videogames, and anime
An autist can have a lot of hobbies.
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>>4396040
Do you have that many hobbies in real-life, or is it just for the quest?
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>>4396042
I have more hobbies than that IRL, but for the quest I thought 4 was a good number to limit it to.
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>>4396040
+1
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>>4395876
I'll support >>4396040.

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You are Raishō Naori, mercenary ninja and former member of Akatsuki.

You’ve decided to at least pay Tsunade the courtesy of informing her of your latest decision… who knows, she may even be able to use this and the assassination attempt last night as reasons to apply more political pressure to the Raikage. If she does, you can finally turn this whole mess to your advantage and start making some real headway.

So to be polite, and also respectful of the fact that the Hokage may be hung over this morning, you go through the appropriate steps of actually walking in the front door, using the stairs, and waiting outside her office until Shizune-han comes out and fetches you.

“Good to see last night left at least one survivor,” Tsunade grumbles from behind her desk. “And here I had the nerve to give you a warning not to drink too quickly.”

“What do you need?”

“Yeah no,” you muse, “not here because of a need. I wanted to tell you that I’ve decided to work under the assumption that Akatsuki will be attacking your village and Naruto-kun as their next move.”

“Whyzat?”

“Because it’s more likely the remaining leadership holds a grudge against Konoha,” you explain, “for one thing. Second reason is that turning up in Kumogakure may cause more problems if last night is anything to go by.”

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>>4395128
We trusted him to make good decisions. Naori doesn't trust lightly and he betrayed that. No romantic feelings involved.
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>>4395128

Yeah no. Shikamaru has to earn back the trust.
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>>4395172
>>4395255
>>4395823

That's fair. For some reason I was remembering things as though they had already hit it off and she was interested in some way. If not as an immediate love interest, then at least as someone she wouldn't be opposed to trying to court her.

That said: she very clearly does have feelings for him, just not romantic ones. For one reason or another, his betrayal really got to her. She couldn't just laugh it off, she cut her palms subconsciously the next time she saw him.
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>>4395128
>>4396073

To salvage this a bit and make one thing that is still true clear: drive home the point that his betrayal was especially stinging due to her earlier impressions and respect for him.

He moved from one very short list of people to another: "people younger than herself who she actually respects," to "people who have managed to actually hurt her and are still alive."
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>>4396086
yeah this is pretty accurate

Your name is Elise. Elise Martins. And, to put it simply, you are not normal.

What you are is a mutant— one of the many few in Konigsburg who possess strange and unnatural abilities due to the explosion of FutureLabs’ particle accelerator.

You have two brothers, Matt and John, but it's only Matt who knows of your powers. You’ve also made a friend, Bernard, who also happens to be a mutant.

Together, the three of you operate under the title of the M-Guard, saving mutants from the ever-encroaching hands of FutureLabs while also working to shut the organization down for good.

>Previously on Mutant!Quest: Your first encounter with the FutureLabs task force ended in the rescue of not one but three mutants: Pharos, who had turned out to be none other than Victor Valjean; Julia, a mutant who had been brainwashed; and the hacker mutant Eddie Braun, a prominent member of the task force who defected from FutureLabs by uploading his consciousness into a cell phone. Now, you need to figure out a more permanent way to hide the more conspicuous mutant fugitives, since Julia can't camp out in your house forever, and the last thing you want is Pharos of all people knowing where you live.
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>>4395545
>Give him the summary of your fight with John. He's probably referring to just that.
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>>4395545
>Give him the summary of everything.
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>>4395545
>Give him the summary of everything.
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>>4396120
>write-in
Ask if Valjean got up to any shenaginasan while we were gone

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Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0H02Y7wpnEU

Hachita Colony, 1849. Early Winter.

In the far north, the burgeoning frontier community of Whitebridge is suffering from a rash of untimely deaths. Victims' bodies are occasionally found beaten, mutilated, and otherwise abused in the town's outskirts. More commonly, they are never found, and the overburdened and understaffed constabulary consider these missing persons cases to be a lost cause. The few found alive following an attack are left to the devices of quack herbalists, doomed to die of opportunistic infections after they are treated with questionable salves and elixirs. No concrete leads exist, but rational folks suppose the cases might be linked to an unprecedented imbalance between local predator and prey populations. However, after nearly a year of loss, some townsfolk have grown desperate and developed their own, less rational, theories—often of a spiritual nature.

You are a doctor named John Kay. After five years of house calls for well-off urbanites, you have received by mail a generous, if mysterious, request: leave behind all you know and love for the foreseeable future, and risk life and limb in the unforgiving mountains of Hachita where hardship is the only constant. In return, you will receive a guaranteed home, hearth, and practice in Whitebridge. You accepted this pitiful offer, either due to your agreeability or your sense of duty... or maybe you went north for the reason all other men do: to escape the cruel lie of civilized life and return to the wild, where man was destined to roam.

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8 p.m.

After unpacking for the better part of the day, you are fit to collapse. The journey here was arduous, and endured under less-than-ideal conditions. The offer stipulated that you must come as soon as possible. So you did, accompanied by a convoy sent by the local authorities only months after you returned their message. They parted ways as soon as the supplies were moved into your new residence.

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>>4395142
>You didn't come here to kill or imprison your first patient. Give him morphine and prepare to amputate the convulsing arm.
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>>4395142
>You didn't come here to kill or imprison your first patient. Give him morphine and prepare to amputate the convulsing arm.
>Demand a regular check up to analyse and regulate his condition if need be
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>>4395142
>Load the gun and kill him. It's a mercy at this point, and he can't be allowed to roam this world. (emotional roll required)
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>>4395142
>>Load the gun and kill him. It's a mercy at this point, and he can't be allowed to roam this world. (emotional roll required)
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>>4395142
>You didn't come here to kill or imprison your first patient. Give him morphine and prepare to amputate the convulsing arm.

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One night, a deep shadow enveloped Earth. In the next morning, Pokémon were part of our world. Somehow, it didn't change the life of most people, except for those who became Pokémon trainers. Training a Pokémon is not an easy task. It requires extreme care and passion, a spirit of adventure and the will to fight others.

It has been a year since the Pokémon came to our world, and the first great Pokémon Tournament was held recently. The prize for victory is ¥100M. You have decided to become the greatest Pokémon trainer, and win next year's tournament. The problem: you neither own a Pokémon, nor do you have much money. You know very well that millionaires hire other people to hunt Pokémons for them, and most famous Pokémon trainers were already rich to begin with.

You have saved money to buy three Pokéballs from the local Pokéshop. That's all you have, and failure is not an option. You are a single male who lives in New York. That means there are a lot of different places that you can explore.

>Hunt for a Pokémon in the streets, at night
>Hunt for a Pokémon in the sewers
>Hunt for a Pokémon in Greenbelt Park

Before we can start the story, we have to find out who you are.

>I'm a nobody, a freak, one of life's losers
>I'm a student at the fine Lockenhas University
>I'm a man of highest esteem
>Other/Write-In
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>>4395908
>Examine the book
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>>4395942
>>4395916
It's pitch black, with golden trimming, the text is not burned, but rather illegible. It's got a leathery texture and is of high quality, especially considering you pull from a fire.

>Read it
>Other/Write-In
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>>4395968
>>Read it
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>>4395968
>Read it
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Sorry for dropping out, going to bed

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In this quest you play as Wade Wakeman, a 17 year old boy with a heart of gold and the wielder of the Omnitrix! This story is being told in an alternate universe, in which there are no longer any remaining Tennysons. Characters from earlier seasons will appear, but not always in a way that you’d expect.

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

Last time:

Rules:
Most dice rolls will be 1d100. Modifiers will be added depending on the situation or on the alien being used(Usually +10 or -10). Crit successes and crit fails apply. Crit fails can be overridden by crit successes, but crit failures cannot override crit successes.

How to Roll:
To roll dice, type “dice+1d100” in the options field without the quotations. To roll dice with positive modifiers, type “dice+1d100+modifier number” in the options field without quotations, and with an actual modifier number. To roll dice with negative modifiers, type “dice+1d100+-modifier number” in the options field without quotations, and with an actual modifier number.

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

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>>4394325
hopefully!!
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Rolled 14 (1d100)

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>89

Thankfully, Michael's scent is easy to track, based on the strong cologne that he wore when you have met him. It lingers in the air ever so slightly, being blown about by the harsh winds, leaving a disjointed trail for you to piece back together and follow.

However, you notice that the tracking effort is going a little too well. The once disjointed scent trail is now thicker and more concentrated. Almost as if it was intended for you to follow them.

"What's wrong?" Julie asks, seemingly noticing that you've stopped giving them directions by pointing your tail. In response, you let out a guttural snarl and frantically flap your frills.

"I believe he wants us to stop." Trixy announces.

"You heard her Ship. We're taking a break." Julie says while gently rubbing the floor with her fingers. Suddenly, the sentient spacecraft comes to a screeching halt, nearly throwing everyone off balance.

If this trail is a false lead, then you should take a minute reorient yourself.

You then request to be let out, in the only way you know how. Which is clawing at the ground until they get the idea.

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"You're right on the money, old chum. I can feel its magnetic pull, even now. It's begging for us to come home and protect it." Challenger dramatically describes.

“Wait, what’s that?” Helen asks. You look outside to see what she’s pointing at, only to find a swarm of hideous bird-like creatures flying towards you with reckless abandon.

“Harpies!” the Emperor shouts.

“Like...the mythical kind?” Carol questions.

“No. More like the ‘mutated lab rat’ kind.” Mockingbird interjects. “Dr. Inca made them from human test subjects.”

“They’re Kingfisher’s answer for what would be left of humanity once he overthrows the current world order.” Challenger grimaces.

Ship fires off all of his weapons in an attempt to ward off the massive flock of overgrown mutants, but he doesn’t seem to make much more than a dent in their forces. Soon enough, you’re completely surrounded by them.

“They’re tearing Ship apart!” Julie screams. Just then, a long, sharp talon tears through Ship’s hull.

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Welcome to /qtg/, a place to talk about quests.

>What is a quest?
An interactive story in which the Quest Master writes and provides the readers with options on how to proceed. Dice may or may not be included.

Useful links:
>https://pastebin.com/2T37iDFQ
An old collection of advice and guides. Worth a look for a new QM.

Archive of quest reviews:
>http://pastebin.com/u/QuestReviewsArchive

Archiving guide:
Go to http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/requestqstinterface.html
Fill out the request form to archive a thread.

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>>4395564
That hurts. The hell do we have to do to get one?
>>4395959
STV centered? Really?
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>>4396056
The image stands out well, its a popular quest, and fantasy games are the origin of this sort of roleplay experience. I'm not suggesting using the games title or anything, literally just the knight on a horse.

That being said I was just throwing out ideas, its not like I'm going to make a banner myself, I couldn't care less what banner is used, if any
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>>4396056
From above

>I am completely bias here but Sworn to Valours dice system has always been fun and satisfying

He's a fanboi. Assuming it's not the QM because that seems too low for him. Keep it simple. Just make it a screencap of someone rolling a nat 1 or nat 100 with some stupid comment on the post. There must be a dozen like that.
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We have this thing
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>>4396069
I mean yeah, I am a fan of the quest, I'm not hiding that. I was just offering a suggestion though since no one else had. Personally I just like the OP image for STV, it stands out and makes it clear what the game is about. Its also not tied to a specific piece of fiction/fandom

Spacers. From the humble settlers on new planets to the rough militia for hire. In the new era interstellar travel has become a commodity: no longer do you move states for a job but instead whole galaxies. Or perhaps you've enlisted into the Federation army and been sent off-world for their tour? Maybe you're a miner sent to the Outlands for resources? A noble? A diplomat? The combinations are boundless. Let me tell you my story.

I wasn't always an old man, you know. Spacers are like any other person, we're born, we grow, we get old. Its the same story. I was born when unrest was growing in the outer planets, before the civil wars and galactic conflicts and fights for independence from the outer colonies against the rule of the noble houses and their armies. When the Lord Hyperion, Arnun Kaspian ruled over the central banks and Maddy Thatcherum, the Grand Lady Tethys, headed the senate.

During this time I was born..
>On a leisure planet, developed for nobles and high society.
>On a worker planet, where the smoke from factories and auto-mines clog up the sky.
>On a planet in the distant outlands, far from a governing hand and any other habitable planet.
>Write in...
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>>4395970
>I cleaned up the ship and claimed it as my own, over time I brought a few children over and we became a close knit group.
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>>4395970
>I cleaned up the ship and claimed it as my own, over time I brought a few children over and we became a close knit group.
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>>4395970
>>My family sent me away to a holiday boot camp, they had plans for me to follow in their footsteps..
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>>4395970
>>I spent weeks in there, visiting every morning and returning home each evening, learning all I could from the engine parts that survived..
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>>4395970
>I cleaned up the ship and claimed it as my own, over time I brought a few children over and we became a close knit group.

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"I need monsters!" shrieks the lich. Something you're accustomed to now, after living with him for a few months.

"These damn... adventurers, keep disturbing me! Tell me girl, why do you all bother?!"

"I don't know, Master." you respond, while sweeping the floor.

You'd come here those months ago with a group of like-minded individuals. It should have been easy; this old tomb was known in the area, and other people had been picking through it for years. Unfortunately, yours was the group which awoke the actual denizen of the crypt himself.

You hardly stood a chance, any of you, against an ancient undead sorcerer. If only you'd been so lucky as to have been killed like the rogue, instead though you were caught by the lich and forced into service.

"Well it seems traps aren't enough, maybe some monsters would dissuade them! I want you to go out and fetch me some, whatever you can, however you can! The more the better... maybe they could be bred here even, I did try my hand at horses... ages past."

Like any of his trivial and cruel demands, he expects you to take care of it while he just dwells in his lair as always. Unlike the usual "chores" though, this isn't akin to simple maintenance of his crypt.

>Yes, right away Master... finally, a chance to escape!

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>>4395531
+1

and stay alert. Around elves never relax!
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>>4395527
>Recognize, and respond.
I mean you survived and if anyone else survived they clearly left you for dead so you are in a position of power here
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>>4395527
>>Play dumb. You're not Esther!
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>>4395527
>Recognize, and respond. [Specify your feelings towards him/on the matter.]
"No thanks to you and the others!" Angry despite knowing we'd probably do the same thing, i guess?
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>>4396047
This, got to guilt trip him. Maybe he can be of use.

You are the new master of a dark mansion in Hunedoara County, Transylvania, Romania.
This cursed mansion once belonged to your estranged uncle, a sexually depraved man shrouded in mysteries.
Terrible things have happened here and terrible things will happen again.

Link to first thread: >>4363798
Link to second thread: >>4380229
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>>4394460
+1
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>>4394380
>Write in: Point the gun at the hellspawn but do not shoot yet. Say: "What if I offer you a silver bullet and a prayer, beast, what is your say to this?"
Perhaps a little persuasion will unearth more nuggets of information. At the very least, the creature's reaction will tell whether they fear the silver. That is a good thing to know if we are to bet our life on the conjecture at a later date.
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>>4394380
>>Shoot at it [6 bullets remaining]
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>>4394460
+1
Have gun ready in case it attacks
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>>4394380
>My soul is yours to take

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http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/4326105/
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>>4395523
"What's wrong master Will? Why are you crying?"

"*sniff* M-Mom said that she was going to have you scrapped!"

"Why does that make you cry? I'm just a machine."

"B-Because I don't w-want you scrapped! I-I don't care if there's a better model out! I don't want a replacement for you!"

"I don't understand. A new model would be far better than I could ever be. You should be happy you're getting a new one."

"I DON'T WANT ANYONE ELSE! YOU'RE MY FRIEND, I DON'T WANT YOU SCRAPPED!"

"... Master Will, it would probably be best to try and make friends with other kids your age instead of a robot like me-"


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EXITING HIBERNATION MODE

Your visual and audio sensors turn on, and you wake up to see Moth still laying sound asleep in front of you, cuddling you tightly. He then lets out a loud snore and rolls over onto his back, releasing his grip on you. You carefully climb out of the bed to not disturb Moth. Your audio sensors pick up the sounds of crew members moving about the ship outside your cabin.

>Alright, seems like it's morning for the crew and most of them have woken up. I could go see the captain, but Eyre and the grunt have likely also woken up. Boss could also be fixed up by now. What to do first...

>Write in
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Last update for tonight, thanks for playing! I'll continue tomorrow.
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>>4395528

Let's see our other crew members, then go to the capitan, but also make sure that Moth knows we've went.
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>>4395528
Go see everyone else first

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Once a regular user of Discord, you are now part of the powerful Discord Space Council. Earth has been the battleground of alien wars for thousand of years. When the Nobody, the prophet of mankind, awakened, he discovered the secret spaceship floating in orbit of Earth. He and then 100,000 most enlightened users of 4chan teleported inside the spaceship, and left.

The Galactic Federation of Light was now free to rule Earth. They, too, chose the worthiest human beings. They picked them not from 4chan, but from Discord. 13 of you were chosen and teleported inside Discordia, the spaceship where you are to rule mankind and judge its future. You are called the Space Council. If you mission is successful, your spaceship will travel from planet to planet where you will judge many more people.

This will not be without its problems, however. As you are all human beings, drama inside Discordia will be unavoidable. To accomplish your mission, you will have to collaborate, or eliminate, the other Councelors.

You are:
>a woman
>a pre-op transgender woman
>a man

Your main interest is:
>ecology
>sociology
>economy

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>>4395824
>a man
>write in: manipulating children and the mentally fragile
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I will wait longer for the update so that everyone gets a chance to vote.
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>>4395824
>a man
>economy
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>>4395824
>>a man
>economy
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You are a man, with a strong interest in economy. Your secondary interests are homicide and the manipulation of the mentally fragile.

You have been teleported inside of the council room, the most important room of the spaceship. This is here that you will debate and vote for decisions with the other councilors. At the center is a wide, round table with thirteen seats and computer console, and at the center is a holographic projector. The floor is covered with metal grid and through the windows, you can see space and the planet Earth.

The Galactic Federation has left you on your own. Other than the twelve other humans, there's no one inside of the spaceship, except maintenance robots. The spaceship is gigantic and will probably take several days to explore. The holographic display has showed you a map of the environment and where the main rooms are located. You each have your own luxurious bedroom. Meals are eaten at the mess. And another important room is the medical room.

Your collective objective is to rule and judge planet Earth. Your personal objective is to become an influent concilor.

A hologram of a bald humanoid appears at the center of the table. He orders you to take a seat. You choose yours, at random. The man appears to be facing whichever direction the person who's looking at him is at.

"I am Lord Enulil, your contact at the Galactic Federation of Light. First of all, congratulations for having won the selection. Before you can rule the planet Earth, we will give you a simple training mission. You are to each rule a board of the 4chan website, so that you can learn to use your console. Afterward, you will rule the entire planet."

You choose the /qst/ board. The other concilors are not interested in it, meaning that you will have full power on it. This will give you a chance to learn fast how to use the alien computers and not have to deal with any drama, for now.

What is your first action?

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