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The entrance to the dungeon was a crumbling archway set into the hillside, surrounded by withering grass, a sure sign of the dungeon's influence. Already it had claimed the lives of two young children of the village. Realizing that the crumbling archway was more mouth than decaying ruin made you stumble for a moment and swallow. "Keep up, commoner." One of the sour faced delvers called back. "It's just a hole in the ground."A hole with a heart, and teeth enough to devour two children whose only crimes were listening to too many old stories about treasures pulled from places like this. You shake the thoughts from your head and adjust your heavy pack. Twenty five gold pieces, left in the care of the preacher in case you didn't return, was the only reason you kept moving toward the archway."What'd we bring the commoner for anyway?"You try not to grind your teeth at the remark. They damn well knew why you were here.> You are a hunter and trapper by trade, with the right instincts to make a good trap spotter.> You are the village cursebreaker, with the arcane aptitude and training to pick apart magic, hostile and otherwise.> You are a local stablehand, here to manage and mules and carry out the loot.> You are the village healer's apprentice, here to be backup for the delver's healer
You scream. "Help! Monster!"The door slams open, catches the skeleton in the face as it swivels towards it, and sends the thing into the wall. A young woman, Mary the apprentice healer of the village, bursts into the room and looks around frantically."Where!?""Behind the door!" You shout and point from the bed.Mary turns, then flinches back as two inches of sword blade erupts from the door. She shrieks, then kicks the door repeatedly, slamming the skeleton into the wall over and over. "Quickly! Get out of bed and run!"You lurch into motion, legs unsteady as you stumble onto the floor then dash out of the room followed by Mary who nearly pushes you down the stairs. You both stumble into the common area as the innkeeper, an old bear of a man stares at you."Monster! In the room!" You gasp between breaths. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Mary has moved you, without even waiting for you to change out of your nightgown, to the clinic. She fusses over you, pacing, checking books, checking your pulse on your wrist, chest, neck and forehead, then checking herself."Ok. Ok. Are you sure you aren't a demon?""Pretty...sure?"Mary stares at you, mouth in a grimace, eyes wide. "Demons have heart beats. Undead are cold. Golems are cold, I think. Unless they're made of special materials and... and we played together as a child. You aren't any of these things."You nod along, absently holding two fingers to your neck. Why don’t you have a heartbeat?“It has to be something the dungeon did, right? A curse it laid on me?” Your mind jumps back to that first trap, that line of death magic. “It had a curse line I cut, death magic. That could do it, right? Or maybe the torch? Maybe she did something wrong when she healed me.”Mary shrugged. “Maybe?” She darts over to a shelf of books, finger trailing along them. She pulls one out and flips through the pages. “Ah, this one looks right, vital signs begin to vanish, undead are attracted to your location, long term prognosis is enthrallment as an undead slave. Oh. Not good.”“What’s it called?”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5681200If Lost Garden is closer than Blue Ridge,> Ask more questions, you need more details"Can an orange core dungeon remove the curse?"If Blue Ridge is closer than Lost Garden,> Hunt down Katrina the Torch, she must have done something wrong when she healed you, maybe she’ll know how to fix it
>>5681200>Hunt down Katrina the Torch, she must have done something wrong when she healed you, maybe she’ll know how to fix itFucking cultists better have a way to fix us up proper or so help me any of the various dieties that exist here there will be retribution.
>>5681200>Ask more questions, you need more details
You are a man, like many millions of other men across the realms. Unlike most of those many millions of other men, you are a warrior with a great amount of combat skill. This Quest will chronicle your life and eventual death in your journey. Before we begin, it is critical that we know who you are.Select one background to justify your starting abilities. If these do not satisfy, you may select another or blend multiple.>Elite Supersoldier>Wild Barbarian>Ninja Assassin>Mystic Sorcerer>Loose Experiment>Orphan Demigod>Metallic Cyborg>Nearly-Extinct Alien>Mutant Freak>Unnatural Spirit>Futuristic TravelerComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5681139>>5681147>>5681151>>5681152>>5681153>>5681155>>5681173>Brawler: 2 votes>Technical: 1 vote>Grappler: 3 votes>Mobile: 2 votes>Defensive: 4 votesYou never were formally trained to fight but being a linebacker teaches you a thing or two. If a professional martial artist were analyzing your style he would call hybrid defensive grappler. You can block and dodge with expert finesse and you excel at wrestling and throwing your foes to the ground, but your favorite move is the tackle. It's an all-time classic and you're one of the best.>Volunteer: 5 votesComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5681216Let's get the last character building out of the way in one whammy. There's a lot and I know this can be tedious but getting the details down for the record is important.What's your personality like in a fight? What it's like when you're not fighting for your life? Is this the real deal or is it a mask to the outside world?What was your upbringing like before you ended up in college football? Was it dirt-poor, were you born with a silver spoon in your mouth, or were you from a cookie cutter suburb? Do you have any previous traumatic or amazing experiences? Is there anyone or anything that's extremely important to you, whether you love or hate them?If you were to say it in one word, what's your key motivation to fight? Is it your only motivation or do you have any secondary motives? Do you enjoy fighting deep down, is it just something you're neutral on and happen to be good at, or do you actually dislike it and see it as a means to an end?Last set of questions. What is your full, legal name? Do you have any nicknames? What was your old college team called, what were their colors, and what was your jersey number? Finally, if somebody saw you on the street in a completely normal day, what would they see?>(2/2)
>>5681220>What's your personality like in a fight?Cocky. We love taunting our opponents, get in their headspace and get them to make mistakes.>What it's like when you're not fighting for your life?Charismatic, well-spoken and to the point. No bullshitting or bushwanking, very direct to the point of rudeness at times.>Is this the real deal or is it a mask to the outside world?In the end we've always been this way.>What was your upbringing like before you ended up in college football?Upper crust, dad was a local politician and a former federal agent (what agency he was attached too he never mentioned). His connections got us admitted to a top school, not that we wouldn't have made it on our own merit. It felt like he were trying to groom us to be his successor, the game was our way to escape him.Funny that we'd end up joining the feds if this background gets picked.>Do you have any previous traumatic or amazing experiences?None, we had a fairly standard upbringing and college experience. You know, apart from being from a rich family and all.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5681257Support, with the REAL most AMERICAN nameGeorge Washington
>>5681257Support, though we need a real motivation, like wanting to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN.As for what we care about, our little brother Jacob. He's autistic and wants to become a doctor. AMERICA too of course
Aeons ago, the world was ruled by the Dragon Kings. Everybody knows this, of course. It is the horror story that mothers whisper to their children, to keep them obedient. It is the cautionary tale that fathers tell their sons, to remind them that they must grow strong. It is the political myth which underpins every alliance, the legendary hell-on-earth which keeps people of all races observant to their churches, their temples, their Gods of Light.But no story, tale, myth, or legend can measure up to the truth. Dragons are REAL, and they have returned. Even now, one creeps through the darkness beneath the world, coming home to roost in the Bloodrise Mountain with a captured princess... But this is not his story.Not just yet.You are Karz, son of Girraug, employee and citizen of the Blackmantle Corporation… Or, you were. Your mother and father both died when the Dragon King came—dutiful workers and warriors that they were, obedient and brave and loyal. Your father died with the war-cry of the Mountain King on his lips. Your mother perished when the entire camp collapsed inward, smothering dozens—men, women, children, babies. Nobody was spared. Not your parents, not your little brother.Reality came crashing down, and the Mountain King and the other Gods of Light were nowhere to be seen. The only power to be found in the Bloodrise Mountain Range was the Dragon King.Even before the Dragon King came, you were an outcast. You were never properly called Karz Girraugson, or Karz Mailmaker, or any other such name. You were called Karz Beardless, Karz Smoothchin, Karz the Girlyman. Since your beard had failed to grow, you had been regarded as effeminate, soft, weak. As much as you hated him at first—as you still hate him, sometimes, when you remember the faces and voices of your parents, your brother—it was the Dragon King who liberated you from that.
>>5681075This >>5681130. The relationships must be stabilised.Orgies? Blasphemous. To engage in such shallow hedonism is to debase the value of the title "Prince of Love".
>>5681130Counterpoint- if we spend time doing diplomacy, no one will be peeved! Clearly diplomacy is the best option ;)>>5681246Honestly think she will friend- she open to new experiences, and an I like the idea of corrupting Eka further.
>>5681269fine. mindbreak it is.>>5681075>Spend your torpor in Jazkarmel’s tent… With Jaz, Olu, and Eka
>>5681267I disagree- is it was with strangers, then it’d be shallow. But these are people we respect and love- stands to reason that the Price of Love would go for it.
>>5681270I appreciate your support friend
Your name is Tomoya Tagawa a young salaryman hailing from Japan basking in the warmth of married life with your beloved wife Yoshino Kanako. Amid shared smiles and loving gazes the dream of a shared future of welcoming a child into the world fills your heart. The rhythm of your life beats in time with joy until a letter bearing the handwriting of your widowed father Makoto Tagawa finds its way into your hands. An invitation. To visit his house your childhood home where echoes of your past still linger. The serenity of your life seems undisturbed but underneath the calm surface currents begin to swirl and turn.>1. Take your wife and head to your father's house right away.>2. Ignore the letter and continue with your life as usual.>3. Discuss the invitation with your wife.
Rolled 48 (1d100)>>5681201For the roll is the higher the number the more nervous Tomoya or is it the lower number the less nervous Tomoya is
>>5681213>>5681215The quiet hum of the garden seems to amplify Yoshino's words each syllable landing like a weight in your chest. Her eyes are cast downward a sheen of regret reflected in them. "You know that I wasn't a virgin when we started dating right?" she starts her voice a mere whisper against the rustling of the leaves. "I know" you reply a touch of concern etched into your voice your mind whirling as you try to piece together why she's bringing this up. "Enjo kosai" Yoshino murmurs finally meeting your gaze a question in her eyes. Your heart skips a beat. Enjo kosai or compensated dating. A practice where older men offer money or gifts to younger women in exchange for their company often sexual in nature. A practice usually involving high school girls. "I do" you manage to reply the two words feeling heavy in your mouth. Her confession is barely more than a whisper but it resonates through the air like a deafening gong. "When I was in high school I engaged in Enjo kosai. It was never about the money... I thought why not some extra pocket money..." Her voice trails off leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. You feel your heart pounding in your chest as if echoing the dread in her eyes. "I recognized your father from eight years ago" she continues her voice barely audible. "He was... one of my clients.">1. Console Yoshino and assure her of your love.>2. Confront your father about his past with Yoshino.>3. Demand more details from Yoshino.>4. Leave the house to process everything.
>>5681224>2. Confront your father about his past with Yoshino.Dad, you scumbag, you were having sex with high school girls? What would Mom think?!
>>5681224Well first things first.>embrace her, she’s clearly distressedWe need her to feel safe and truthful>we appreciate she trusted us to tell us now, but we need to know, if it wasn’t about money, if she is now committed to us, and if her relationship with us is earnest at leastIf she does affirm that, then> console her, assure her of our loveWe will not let past mistakes dictate our future. Nothing can be done about the past, but we can make the best of today and work for a better tomorrow.And then once we’ve settled how we stand we can go discuss with father this burden of his.
>>5681250>+1
You’re on a tiny side quest to recover Nariko’s missing keyboard from before she became a hobo! With it, she can totally join the band you’re forming for Debbie’s great return! But to find it, you went in search for clues at the Golden Peak Academy (Your OG Hobo’s former school.)At the gates of this yellowish hell, you’re intercepted by a duo of rude gossipy students who seem to know the mooing one.“Oh my! It’s lady Edamura! I thought she disappeared for good!” The mean girl on a ponytail exclaims with disdain. “I can’t believe the daughter of a lousy artist had the gall to come back after all this time, heh. I thought she dropped out for good, heh.” The sardonic-sounding girl with her eye-covering bangs sneers.“Ugh…” Nariko face palms. She doesn’t want to deal with these two.“Oh! It turns out that lady Edamura was listening to us! How nosy of her!” Ponytail struts closer.“Heh, as imprudent as ever! Now we must oblige and throw these remarks in her face!” Bangs struts closer next.“I didn’t ask for this.” Nariko groans.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5681228What do you do?>“Nariko, let me handle this.” You’ll face Tonu in combat. He doesn’t seem like a big deal.>“Nariko, consider this man’s feelings before you tear them down.” Ask Nariko to be gentle… She’s about to awaken her inner Chio and that might cause some harm.>Keep watching as a neutral party.>Overreact to everything they are saying. Throw coal into the fire with Yu Yan to piss this guy off.>MOVE ON. GO TO THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE.>Write In.
>>5681232>>Keep watching as a neutral party.
>>5681232>>>Keep watching as a neutral party.>>But the second this man tries to attack, shield Nariko.
>>5681232>Keep watching as a neutral party.>But the second this man tries to attack, shield Nariko.>Something about this Tonu guy gets on your nerves, but you can't quite put your finger on it...As if Richard wasn't enough of an Akechi, this guy's face looks just like that pancake detective's. It would make sense Johnny's view is inexplicably negative towards Tonu; this is ignoring how all these interactions at this golden place have been at the expense of Johnny and his hobo girls.
>>5681232>>MOVE ON. GO TO THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE.
“A Knight is Sworn to Valour. His Heart Knows Only Virtue. His Blade Defends the Helpless. His Might Upholds the Weak. His Word Speaks Only Truth. His Wrath Undoes the Wicked.”Every child in Cantôn knows of the Knight’s Code. From peasant-born waifs playing with sticks in the mud to keen-eyed noble sons practicing with cold steel in the training yard, all have at the very least dreamed of one day becoming a knight themselves. To ride out on errantry into the Five Duchies Kingdom and beyond for God and Glory, bringing the Law of Adam to the wicked and the Blade of Cain to the beast.The Knights of Cantôn are sworn to follow the Code, to obey the King, to refuse no call for aid honestly asked for, to seek out and destroy the Foe wherever it may lurk and rid the world of evil.Were it so easy…------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Twitter: https://twitter.com/BlackCompany666/qst/ Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Sworn%20to%20ValourOur Knight, Deeds and Equipment Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/NcsL5Wtt (needs updating)Faith, Politics & Intrigue Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/Zkumkcg1Foes, Foreigners & Monsters Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/nXwzHGGaComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5680540>>Sir Robert Gilbern, the calculating Second Herald of the Ordo Reginate
>>5680540>Sir Willem Glasdale
>>5680540>Young Lord Damien Andrei, elder brother and heir to House AndreiLet's see what our brother is up to, hopefully he's being restrained in a tower somewhere forbidden from doing anything stupid ever again.
>>5680540>Sir Willem Glasdale, the friendly protector of GrenmireI know for a fact when we need him, Glasdale will come to help us
>>5680540>>Young Lord Damien Andrei, elder brother and heir to House AndreiAsandi - thought this would be the time I could cast it
You, after a long, long journey, have reached New New York.You're tired. If you were human, your boots would be worn through and your feet would be bleeding. As is, your nonslip treads have nearly worn off, and the metal underneath is exposed in some places. The tiredness, though? That's from thirst. You haven't drank since before entering Limbo, and you haven't drank your fill since the surface.So, you're not going to waste your time and blood getting into a fight. No, you're going to waste your time and blood getting into a conversation instead.Following the wall, a few feet away so that you don't run into the protruding pillboxes and the accompanying turrets, you walk.Eventually, you reach a door. It's clearly not the main entrance, because the main entrance is almost certainly the one with a road leading up to it. But it's an entrance, and as such is good enough. You reach over, pressing on the intercom.>What do you say?>Ask to be let in. You're thirsty and you would really rather get to finding Salvatore sooner than later, and your best bet is right here.>Ask for some information. Even if Salvatore isn't here, then you might get your next lead.>Something else. Whether you simply wish to word one of the other choices in a particular way, or you wish to ask or do something else, this is the vote.
>>5681084>Ask to be let in. You're thirsty and you would really rather get to finding Salvatore sooner than later, and your best bet is right here.And so the chef returns
>>5681084>Ask to be let in. You're thirsty and you would really rather get to finding Salvatore sooner than later, and your best bet is right here.Welcome back
You are Nagata Miho, former HR employee turned idol manager alongside two other newly appointed managers.Matsuno Inc. Idol Agency located in Tokyo, Japan is where you work. You manage three idols: Kaiba Aoi, Chigusa Iki, and Enatsu Mari. Below you’ll find a link to the wiki with all the mechanics, character sheets, and more. legendkeeper.com/app/clerg3w370sti08866hb09fcgI typically update the wiki after each bi-weekly decision point. If you’d like to catch up, I recommend reading the story in the wiki. Alternatively, here's the archive:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=matsuno
>>5680663>1 - Work with Kaiba Aoi to set up a surprise party with friends at Kitabayashi’s apartment.
>>5680663>2 - Call Kitabayashi, congratulate her, and ask if she wants to celebrate anywhere.
>>5680663>>4 - Congratulate Kitabayashi on her birthday and promise to celebrate it in the weekend as you’re busy right now.We are adults here. In fact, why isn't SHE organizing a birthday party with her many friends
>>5680663>1 - Work with Kaiba Aoi to set up a surprise party with friends at Kitabayashi’s apartment.Party time!
Themes: MMORPG, romance, bullying.In your everyday life, you're an overweight, insecure student who endures relentless bullying at school. However, when night falls and you immerse yourself in the captivating world of Mystic Star Online (神秘星界在线), your beloved MMORPG, you transform into a formidable player admired by all. Can you find a way to reconcile these two contrasting lives, or will the bullies push you to suicide?
>>5680801Choose a real-life flaw:>You grapple with agoraphobia, finding it overwhelming to be in large crowdsChoose your character class:>Magician: Manipulator of arcane forces, unleashing devastating spells and controlling the battlefield with curses and enchantments.
>>5680802Choose a real-life flaw:>You grapple with agoraphobia, finding it overwhelming to be in large crowdsChoose your character class:>Magician: Manipulator of arcane forces, unleashing devastating spells and controlling the battlefield with curses and enchantments.
Real-life flaw>You grapple with agoraphobia, finding it overwhelming to be in large crowdsCharacter class:>Magician: Manipulator of arcane forces, unleashing devastating spells and controlling the battlefield with curses and enchantments.
>>5680802>You struggle with sleepwalking, frequently waking up in unfamiliar placesMaybe we'll wake up somewhere interesting.>Fighter: Master of close-quarters combat, wielding melee weapons with skill and ferocity.Makes sense that it'd be our fantasy to be tough given we probably get daily beatings from Zhenwei.
>>5680802>You grapple with agoraphobia, finding it overwhelming to be in large crowds>Magician: Manipulator of arcane forces, unleashing devastating spells and controlling the battlefield with curses and enchantments.
You are Alethia Altair Amadeus, The Undersecretary of The Administratum, only second to the Master of The Administratum and the Acting Master of the Departmento Munitorum. Your duty was (explaining wise) simple, executing whatever decision your superior had made during the highlord's council. Actually going through the process? “Pugio, have someone bring more parchment and inkwell, then pick up my medicine will you?” He nodded dutifully, almost like a guardsman. “Right away madam.” The tall and pale skinned blonde man was one of your personal adept, Pugio. He was dressed in a tied up red robe of the Administratum.“Tanto.”“Y-Yes madam?”Tanto, you received her from a governor that gave her as a gift. While she did not have your level of intelligence in arithmetics or read fast as you did, she was still well above the average. She sported a short ponytail and had light dark skin. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
The cabin aft door opened with a pressurized hiss. What greeted you was the blue accented purple sky and a gentle breeze softly sweeping the hanger. The platform extended to the floor below, you descended. A row of servants on both sides of the walkway hung their heads. At the center was a man dressed in blue three buttoned uniform with golden epaulets.“Welcome to Erwin Vv, Madam Undersecretary.”“Governor, you didn’t have to come all the way here to personally greet me.” The Governor’s square head bobbed as he chuckled, as did his square shoulders.“Nonsense, it is always a pleasure to greet the Administratum. Please, give my regards to High Lord Haemotalion.”Your lips turned upward to a perfect degree, not too much and not too little, a perfect bureaucratic smile. “Of course.” His oval eyes with sharp ends of his eyes scanned you briefly. He idly twirled his well groomed sideburns.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5680972>“I’ve heard other members of the Administratum have come. My lord would like to know, and youd hate to upset him no?”
>>5680972>>“These buildings, I assume they are secure and private? I do hate it if some of my colleagues find me here, if they are that is. But you would tell me, won’t you?”
>>5680972>“These buildings, I assume they are secure and private? I do hate it if some of my colleagues find me here, if they are that is. But you would tell me, won’t you?”
After their defeats on the golden fields, the forces of the sons of Alar fell along the walls of the Gray Mountain.The survivors were forced to raise the walls again under a new banner, as their former king was assassinated and his throne usurped.Now there's a new ruler in Dalaan, and the crown needs minions!>Choose who you want to be.>One skill of choice will be decided after this vote.>Warrior: When the recruiter found you shaking two guys like they were rag dolls, he knew you would perform well doing the same with the kingdom's enemies. Big and strong, there's not much the peasants can do against you.>+30 in fights>+30 in all physical activities>One skill of choiceComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5681190Writhing
>>5681193The procession begins to speed up again, to your misfortune. they are still scared, but now that fear is what drives them.Thrice cursed brat.A hand on your thigh makes you look down.It seems the goblins came back with the things you asked for.You now have three stinky leather bags of what you assume to be goblin beer and a jar filled with a black liquid.You never expected such a vision to fill you with peace of mind one day.Following your plan, you prepare to throw the bags at the guys pushing the ram.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 47 + 30 (1d100 + 30)>>5681203
Rolled 92 + 30 (1d100 + 30)>>5681203
Rolled 34 (1d100)>>5681203
“It’s been 28 years since the Satellite War plunged the world into chaos. The great institution that was the International Forum is dead, and with it all dreams of peace and global solidarity. The Bi-Frost satellite network that once enabled large scale global communications lies shattered. The resulting orbital debris field has halted any plans of expansion into space.”“Now surviving nations leverage their remaining industry to fortify their fragile borders, petty warlords squabble over wastelands scarred by kinetic bombardment, the remnants of the IF’s elite peacekeepers haunt the battlefields like vengeful spirits, and over it all looms the threat of Neromius; empowered by a new generation of genetically engineered mega-cavalry and unrestricted by the sanctions of the IF; the rider-chiefs of its disparate tribes and city states sally forth into the broken world in search of spoils and glory.”-----------The clans of Neromius have launched a grand conquest of their neighbours. Border defences buckle before a fearsome onslaught of mega cavalry and metal, yet despite the threat posed by these modern barbarians the regional response is tepid. The Satellite War and its aftermath is still fresh in the collective memory and many nations no longer have the stomach for battle unless directly threatened. Indeed, the nations adjacent to the invaded countries have pledged no end of material support to their stricken neighbours, but make every excuse to avoid deploying their own military. “Let others bear the cost in blood,” they think, any amount of treasure is a small price to shield their sons and daughters from the deprivations of yet another war.However, the choice is not always theirs to make…>Cont
>>5680853Ah okay now I see it time to do a changey doodles>>5680788>Fire at V1>move and wildcard 3 N, 3NW>Focus:Evasion
Rolled 48 (1d100)>>5680716Surely, that's enough bullets downrange at P1 and P4 to convince them to turn around, but just in case...! Don't mind those alerts screaming at you now Tiger, this one's a nice warm blanket for you and D1.> Move NW, 2N> Lock onto [8] Tiger> Fire my Heavy Mortar at Tiger! hit on 70Chassis: Cobra-KA1 (500)Torso Primary: Heavy Smoke Mortar (300)Torso Secondary: Target Marker (25)Right Arm: HMG (50)Left Arm: Electro Spike (75)Chassis Upgrade: Ablative Armour (Size 1) (50)
>>5680907Greyed out units are dead, but dead infantry don’t even show up on the map. When they go splat they disappear. Those infantry are very much alive.
>>5680716>Move 2 N, NW, 3 N, face NW>Overwatch R-120 Tank Gun
Rolled 93, 19 = 112 (2d100)>>5680716"Here we go let's make some noise! Opening fire on targets stay clear of blast zone.""Wow look at the size of those things does anyone know are those animals safe to eat. They would make quite a meal after we pull out all the shrapnel.">Focus: Fire Control>Move: NW x3>Wildcard: NW x3>Fire both Light mortars at hex behind G1Callsing: (CMV) FirefoxUnit Type: [Mech] [24/24]Base Unit: [Crocodile Mk2] [M][A][W]+[F] (600)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Its a hot summer day and the AC of the convention centre is at full blast. Despite that, the musk emanating from a sea of fat comic nerds is inescapable. There are stands for everything, ranging from comic books to funko pops, and even personalized artwork. But you didn't come all this way for that. No, you came with one goal. One ideal. You came to put your plan into motion. No longer will you toss and turn at night about what could have been. Then you see him. Right where the con guidebook said he would be. Warwick, your white whale. He is sitting at a both signing autographs for a long line of fans. Behind him you see posters of the movie Willow and the Willow netflix series. Strange, you don't see any posters of leprechaun. What do?- Charge the booth and attempt to overtake him- Get in line and ask him to sign your leprechaun poster- Start pointing and laughing at him - Write in
>>5680949Sabotage the AC so that it only works near warwicks boothWatch as the whales crash into him
>>5680949>- Start pointing and laughing at him
“I will tolerate no opposition. We recognise only subordination – authority downwards and responsibility upwards.” - Adolf Hitler, 1931You awaken with a start, finding yourself sprawled on an unfamiliar pavement. You, just an ordinary young man moments ago, have been unceremoniously dropped into a chaotic new reality.One moment, you're staring down the imposing grille of a runaway truck in your hometown; the next, you're in what appears to be Nazi Germany during the tumultuous times of World War II. You stumble up, surprised by the ease with which you rise, your body uninjured despite the collision. Something within you has changed. A new, potent energy courses through your veins, a newfound power that makes you feel invincible. With this unexpected might, a burgeoning resolve takes root in your heart. You will use your superpowers to alter the course of history, steering the world away from its destructive path.>You decide to test your newfound powers, searching for an opportunity to save someone from imminent danger.>You try to blend in, aiming to understand this unfamiliar era before making any drastic moves.>You decide to go straight to the heart of the Nazi regime, intending to use your powers to dismantle the organization from the inside.>You seek out the oppressed, hoping to rally them to your cause and begin a resistance movement.
You square your shoulders, your gaze never wavering from the Nazi soldiers menacing the young girl. Outnumbered yet unfazed, you decide to confront the soldiers head-on, your super strength pulsating, ready to be unleashed.Without another thought, you spring into action. Your movements are a blur, your strength a spectacle to behold. One by one, the Nazis fall before you, their weapons useless against your incredible might. The van rocks with the impact of bodies against metal, a clear testament to your overpowering dominance.The Jewish girl watches wide-eyed as the Nazis are dispatched effortlessly. Once the last soldier falls, she turns her gaze to you, fear still lingering in her eyes. "Please don't hurt me," she pleads, her voice trembling.Looking at her, you soften your stern expression. "Don't worry," you assure her in a comforting yet determined voice, "I'm not here to hurt innocents, only those who deserve it."As you stand there in the aftermath, you can't help but think about the Nazi high command. They may not know it yet, but a storm is brewing in Germany. A storm named Retribution.As a first time QM, I would appreciate any feedback or constructive criticism on the story so far.
>>5680537Cool quest. Needs some nazi bitches getting BLACKED and knocked up tho
>>5680537this was pretty entertaining! a little corny, but fun!
>>5680537Personally I'd have gone for a slower boil to our first confrontation with Nazis rounding up minorities, and let us choose our own super name, but still I am enjoying it!
>>5680646Don't worry, the nazi occultists are cooking up some freak antag for us and we'll get to name him instead. Yes.
