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Your name is Noah Lee - straight B- student, scrawny runt, and lover of old ballroom dance vinyls. After a chance encounter during detention, you discovered that you possess the mystical "Type O-alpha" blood-type, which marks you as...

Monster bait. No cool powers. No "chosen one" status. But apparently, if you bleed around the wrong people, they will explode into gigantic, reality-warping monsters known as "Dragons" and immediately try to kill you. Silver lining! Surviving a Dragon attack gave you magic powers - "Alchemy", the ability to enforce your intent on the world and reshape matter and energy.

After a fraught encounter with your teacher, who burst into a Dragon and attempted to kill you, you were saved by Kendra Shields (call her Ken), a gruff, battle-worn two-star Slayer for the Fraternal Order Of Dragon Slayers (FOODS), and became her apprentice in order to learn enough so that you could defend yourself from Dragons.

And boy, have you had... a month.

What started as, you know, the beginning of your new life as "someone who can do magic and is being hunted down by Dragons" rapidly escalated to one of the most dizzying two weeks or so in your life so far. Bloody combat, the advances of confusing girls, threats to have your testicles removed, Literal Magic (against the insistence of one Dr. Hyde of FOODS who claims very strongly that Alchemy is a science), and a potential seizure disorder that you've yet to get diagnosed adequately. Not to mention a Three-star (that's high) Dragon on the run, slowly healing, with a grudge against you specifically!

Whew, who knew being a teenager was this hard?
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You already have a pretty focused plan on what exactly you'll be doing with the afternoon - you propose playing video games, and Rebecca smiles like she just won the lottery. She asks if you have many video games, and you sheepishly admit it's only a mild pasttime of yours, and then she asks if she can log in to her Steam account on your computer.

You say yes, and your eyes spit out of their sockets. The little number on the side says more than a thousand.

The two of you spend pretty much the rest of the afternoon getting a tasting platter of every single kind of video game you could possibly conceive of, and several you hadn't, considering the most "hardcore" thing you've ever played is maybe the Legend of Bum-Bo.

As the sun slowly dips down below the horizon, occasionally managing to catch the two of you with one of her spears, you pitch the question during a lull in the action. Wow! Asking a girl out on what is effectively a date is surprisingly nerve-wracking. She's staring at the computer screen, while you are literally trying to physically force the words out of your throat. It takes a whole two minutes of straining before you actually manage to ask it out in what is almost a squeak more than anything else. "Hey, uh, Rebecca, do you want to, uh... Go... Um..."

"To homecoming? Yeah, sure." She preempts you, barely taking her eyes away from the screen. You let out a squeaky, gasping breath and she looks at you with a raised eyebrow, chuckling to herself. "What? Did I guess wrong?"

"No, that was... I was going to ask that. Did you not, uh, have a date already?" You ask, and she bends over to kiss your forehead and tousle your hair a little bit. You immediately put your hair back into place. "I'm a little surprised..."

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The two of you share a sort of bleary glance. "I, uh, I guess I should get going? It's a little later than I thought it'd get, haha..." She says, looking around at nothing in particular, laughing nervously to herself. "I mean, like... I don't mind sleeping over, but it's a little spontaneous... Don't have any morning clothes..."

You can't tell if she's trying to convince you (modestly), or trying to give you reasons to send her home. Man, socialization is hard!

>"You can stay over, going out this late at night is dangerous anyway."
>"Sleepover! Sleepover!" The last time you've had one of those was like... Third grade? Actually, that's kind of sad, don't say that out loud.
>"You should probably head home." Your brain tells you horrific visions of bad things coming to you at night and Rebecca getting caught in the crossfire. Shut up, brain, this is clearly a bad option. Catastrophize.
>"Well, do you *want* to stay over?" Go along with whatever she wants.
>Free Option.
>You can stay over, going out this late at night is dangerous anyway."
Socialization IS hard.
>"You can stay over, going out this late at night is dangerous anyway."
>check on mom, make sure there's no FOODS guy standing outside the door again.
>"Well, do you *want* to stay over?" Go along with whatever she wants.

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The Grail War continues, and you continue to prepare yourself and your allies for the final assault tomorrow

You are Shinji Makiri, Ten years ago you suddenly found yourself with the memories of a complete past life that saw this world as a fictional story due to some unprecedented form of inter-dimensional transportation. Since that day, your new composite being has been working to change the grim future laid out for you.

To that end, you have done much, involving yourself with events and situations that have shifted the future away from the one that you once would have faced and instead onto one of uncertainty and chaos.

An enemy beyond anything within the Fifth Holy Grail War awaits you, and the danger it represents to the fabric of reality itself is far greater than anything you could've ever envisioned. The grail itself is an insignificant speck compared to the true evil that you must now confront.

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>Am I wrong anywhere in this?
You are ignoring the effect it has on the other pokemon, the ones already collected. Do you think we can just put them in the box and ignore them while having flings with others? Do you think jealousy and related feelings just don't exist in this world? Do you think they like it that they have to share? And do you think they'll be happy it if Shinji tells them it's not just about love: cooming into five girls is not enough for him and he wants to coom into more?

What is Shinji after? Is he really just a coomer, here to catch 'em all, or does he really want happiness, for himself, the women he loves, his friends and everyone else? You know this leads to misery anon. You see it as an acceptable price for cooming into the pokemon you want to catch, and I don't. And I assume that's why I annoy you.
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Honestly, Shinji will need some quality no-coom time after we save the world.

Go on a relaxing day with the Emiya gang and other friends, try to reward the other members of our factions such as Waver or Shiki. Waver definitely needs a couple of days worth of explaining, plus he might help us deal with the Clocktower in a more peaceful way in case they turn our guns on us.

Reject Pokémon collecting, return to neglected friends.
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Yeah, spending some no-cooties time fishing or whatever would be a welcome change of pace.

I don't know how easy it will be to pry Shirou off his fiancee, but I know the more time passes the more difficult it will get.

I don't think Shiki likes us all that much and I doubt he'll want anything to do with us when the world is no longer in danger.

Waver is our oldest friend, and it's a friendship we kinda flaked out on when we send him a letter during the Case Files instead of personally going there to help him. And he will be instrumental both in us avoiding blame for the clusterfuck that was this world's 5th Grail War, and for our plans to attend. Not to mention that we want to ask him (and Paracelsus) to teach us how to be a better teacher to all those we want to train in the future. We definitely need to spend more time with him, and he could certainly use the vacation too.
We are back.
>immediately resorting to your made-up terminology against me
You're insane.

You stumble upon a piece of terrible lore, roll a wisdom save.


After centuries of darkness the evil lich has finally been slain and the lord who gained control of his lands has, perhaps foolishly, invited mages and wizards from all lands to come study in his great library. You are one of the many mages that couldn't resist the call of such wast store of knowledge. While reading through the dusty tomes you find a passage of great importance, but even deciphering the meaning of it will take a great toll on your mind.

Describe your character and their reasons to be there in as much or as little detail as you wish, the only requirement is that they are a caster, recognized by the government of their land of origin.

Roll any dice you prefer, starting with a d20 at least, and add any modifier you think is reasonable.
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>Shen Gai turns to the others, grimace upon his lips

Blasphemy upon blasphemy, what cretan and oaf summons a wailing death of men? Or does misfortune dog many steps in this most foul of dens?
>With that flash of light coming out of nowhere, the one that consumes the creature, once it's nowhere to be seen, Lucianis sigh in relief while his heart goes to it's normal rate, with a palm in his chest

"Thanks to the Gods... It looks like you're having some troubles in this part."

>Lucianis whispers to himself before hearing what one of the present in that group says

"Well, if you're here, you surely can guess what type of people could do that.The real question should be, how many of those are around this library... Nice to meet you all, I'm Lucianis from the Order of the Last Breath, and probably you have hear about it, and if not then there's no problem. They told me to came over here to give a look to the books just like you. Did any interesting happened aside from fighting that Banshee?"
"A trap sprung by Mugurthur of the spirit walking wooden horns, easily contained and defeated. You are of the academy of last breath, an apostate order, name your prize in this most accursed of places."
Rolled 6 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>With a resounding silence, Shen Gai turns his attention then to his book, seeking to understand this peculiar necromantic tome and it's practice of bone manipulations
Daniel simply watched the other wizards as the tried to deal with the ghost, believing he doesn't yet know any spells that would help them

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In a ritual room deep under the royal castle of the kingdom of Incipiens stood hooded mages in a circle chanting under faint flickering light of candles. Their dedication to the ritual finally was rewarded by manifestation of three bright man sized lights in the shape of flowers that were yet to bloom their flowers still being unopened buds.

As soon as the lights showed up the chanting stopped and some of hooded figures fell to their knees painting heavily the ritual having given them soul deep exhaustion. The light flowers meanwhile had grown visinly bigger. Seeing that the flowers were growing fast a figure that had remained at the back of the chamber quickly steped in to the circle of the now exhausted mages and offered the flowers...

Our 3 Isekai heroes will arrive as the flowers bloom. This vote will influence the power system on top of RPG status screens.

>a prayer of thanks direced towards the gods of this world.
3 random powers from Superpower Wiki will modify the results to something not totally OP and more uniform in power to each other if needed. This is the chaos option as results are unknown to even me.

>Crystalised will to live.
Dying will flames like from Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Will include even the earth flames in the options when we make our heroes proper. Limited total amount of powers with specific concepts but with broad possible applications.

>Write in a Power System for our heroes (I will Veto what I dislike or don't think I can pull off.)
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Support, Nen is a great power system.
>Power System
Basically mana that every magic user draws from is their emotions, and the strength of their magic is the intensity of said emotions. Intensity means how strongly they feel the emotion, so getting to eat your favorite type of ice cream will give you a fair bit of strength (getting enough strength to heal your party for example), but something like holding your newborn child will grant you enough to heal a army back to full health. But of course this can be vice versa depending on the person. And the amount of mana they can use is infinite, the limit is of course being if they are still feeling the emotion. Meaning a bit after eating ice cream you loss both a large amount of intensity and amount of mana.
Every type of emotion can use all types of spells (Magic missile and etc.) but each one specializes on a different category of spell. To give a extremely small and Basic run down Happyness/Joy=Light magic, healing magic, plant magic, speed buffs, the spell to clear weather. Depression/Sadness=Water magic, darkness magic, speed debuffs, the spell to create any type of weather. Anger/Rage=Fire magic, strength/endurance buffs, magic missile. Lust/horniness=Body augmentation magic, endurance buffs. And of course there’s more emotions and more specializations each one has, but you get the basics about how the system works now.

If anyone has anything they want to add or get with of please let me know.
Jesus christ man, are you gonna start or what
It's never a good sign when OP doesn't post more than once even after he passes bump limit.
Why are you namefagging?

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Friday 6th October (Day 172)

As evening practice ends, you seek out the history club. It seems they had the same idea as you, as you run into Erwin as you round one of the tanks. You’re able to catch her before she falls, and after a mumbled thank you and picking up her hat, she looks back to you.

“The expedition?” She asks.

“What else?” You reply. She nods, and grunts in approval.

“The rest of the club is ready as well.”

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>You’re attempting to remain cool and calm, coordinating with your minions to keep Anglerfish behind.

You decide to continue with the character you’ve built as you mount up and close all the hatches. Max starts Werewolf and gets moving in a rough circle, varying speed and course as he fancies to simulate the racecourse.

“Alright, Hermann,” Kuta says softly as Max opens up the throttle. “You can just say your lines into the radio, and the cameras are already running. I’ll be reading the lines that aren’t yours or your crews’. Start when you’re ready.”

“Sure thing, thanks Kuta,” you reply. You let Max drive for a couple of minutes to get back into things before speaking.

“Report. Now.”

“Boss, they’re gaining on us, boss,” Kuta deadpans one of Erika’s lines. It throws you slightly, but you soldier on.

“Gaining how!?” You demand. “They spun out into last, how are they gaining places?”

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>>“You know what to do. Do it or suffer.”
>>“You know what to do. Do it or suffer.”
Hey fellas, sorry about the delay

Am seeing family up here in Scotland so I haven’t had much time to update.

I think we’ll call the thread here for now and continue in a week or so.

Thank you for playing and sorry for the slowness.

It’s archived here:
Thanks for running boss

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You are Uzumaki Naori, a kunoichi of near-peerless prowess from the ninja village of Amegakure, and you’re not entirely sure how much time you spent dealing with illusionary hallucinations one at a time while your cousin and his friends were fighting outside in the ‘real world’. But now that you’ve overcome the supposedly ‘infinite’ Tsukuyomi and emerged, you can get a glimpse of what it is you missed.

Naruto has been badly wounded and is clearly exhausted, while Sasuke seems to be down in a pool of his own blood. No longer the Ten-Tails jinchūriki, he’s relying on Sakura to keep him alive and on Kakashi-sensei to keep Sakura alive – despite it being clear that Kakashi himself isn’t in much better shape than Naruto or Sasuke is. And for her part, Ōtsutsuki Kaguya seems totally unharmed.

She watches you watching her for a moment, before you sense something strange, like movement where there should be none and where you shouldn’t be able to see it. So when she embraces you from behind, you’re not surprised for some reason. There’s conflict there – a deep sorrow buried beneath a completely irrational, borderline psychotic fury, and for a moment it seems the sorrow is winning out.

“You remind us so much of her,” she insists, releasing you. When you pivot and take a swift, gliding step back and away from her, you can see that her eyes are full of tears despite her completely neutral expression.

“You are decent, hard-working, and you care deeply for others. Very much like her. But you are not her… you are prone to violence, to holding grudges. You take pride in your capacity to wage war.”

“You’ve inflicted your fair share of violence for sure,” you counter, drawing Umekiri. “Karin, assist Sakura. Ajisai, with Kakashi. Fū, with Naruto. Just in case.”

“You watch us as a wounded animal,” Ōtsutsuki Kaguya muses as your companions follow your instructions, perhaps sensing Kaguya’s overwhelming presence and deciding that the best plan is to simply follow your plan without question, whatever it might be.

“And you’re getting ahead of yourself,” you counter. “You haven’t wounded me yet. Will you allow me to speak to my cousin before we fight?”

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Switching to this
>>Thank you all for your candor – I’ll remember your words in the coming years.
Throwing in with this.
>Thank you all for your candor – I’ll remember your words in the coming years.

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You are Noel Tiberius di Hazaran, queen of the nation with which you share a name and one of the leaders of a technically-rogue band of half-monster warriors. At the moment you’re leading a group of four including yourself, who have met one of your spies along with your monstrous mother in a port town well to the north of your borders, in order to address a growing threat.

“So this is what we know,” you muse quietly, your voice little more than a whisper in the dark. “The enemy has been producing steam-powered vehicles here capable of effectively laying their own tracks over rough terrain, which can carry automatic firearms, light armor, and probably can tow heavy mortars or ammunition across country.”

“In order to do this they have imported machinery and parts, as well as built local facilities to process raw materials and fuel.”

“The ones we sabotaged,” Lucia recalls.

You nod. “Correct. This leaves three problems – their weapons, the vehicles they have already produced, and the warships in port.”

[The vehicles will no doubt be difficult to keep working,] Serana signs silently with her hands.

“Meaning they may not decide to commit them for now,” you share your own suspicions. “That was what I was thinking too. At worst it bought us some time to work with.”

“Which leaves the ships,” Zara adds. “What are we going to do about them?”

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>Sabela, we’ll be counting on you. Return with the information and we can make a decision together.
>>Sabela, we’ll be counting on you. Return with the information and we can make a decision together.
>Sabela, we’ll be counting on you. Return with the information and we can make a decision together.
>>Sabela, we’ll be counting on you. Return with the information and we can make a decision together.
in mom we trust
>Sabela, we’ll be counting on you. Return with the information and we can make a decision together.

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.. Avenue 25 is quiet come morning, from your pad as far toward the District proper as the developments and the high-tower apartments. The people on your block are late to rise, so when you go for your run there’s no one out bar errant junkies and worn-out faces meandering through the exquisitely cloudy cocktail of morning fog and industrial haze. Staying conditioned, rather than tiring yourself out, is your goal, and as such you keep pace with your best time while you make the block once and again. You think back to yesterday at the delivery center, wondering how things might have played out differently if you’d moved too slowly or made a misstep. In Freeland, it’s not always about who’s right and who’s wrong; sometimes, it’s about who has the fastest hand.

For this plan of yours to work—uniting the block and pushing back the corporate line—you’re going to have to be fast, and you’re going to have to be sharp. Bearing that in mind, you can’t help but push your pace a bit on the way back toward the hive.

“Antoine!” A voice catches your ear as you pass by a lonesome little park where the Quarters used to do business. The boundary isn’t fenced off; the run-down pavilion is built on a cracked concrete foundation just a short ways from the sidewalk, and the girl from your block sends you a little wave from the bench adjacent. She pairs a relaxed posture and subdued smile with the words and gesture, slightest touch of pink lining honey-colored cheeks. “Qué onda?~”

“Luna,” You slow to a stop and glance one way, then the other, checking the surprisingly serene surroundings with a smidgen of scrutiny before you regard the girl with a little nod. “What’s up?”

“Asked you first,” She says, and smirks at you before her gaze drifts back down to her phone, tapping away at the glowing screen in moments where conversation stalls.

“Yeah, right. I’m out for a run,” You reply, quirking a brow. “So how are you? What are you doing out here?”

“Como siempre, Antoine. I just needed some fresh air, I guess—came out here to work on a project. Tha’s all.” Luna replies. “Know what? Quay told me you did something nice for him.”

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The last checkmark on your list is the most dangerous: the Melrose, a social club for Freeland’s old blood and old money. You don’t know a ton about it, save for the fact that it’s one of the only places in town where you’ll find wood furnishings in every room. Members pay monthly dues as a formality that also does the duty of keeping undesirables—and people who don’t know anything about how to correctly appreciate rare potted plants—out. The Worm informed you that there’s also a steep initiation fee, which can be refunded upon severing one’s membership, an option only available to an individual if there are more people in the club than when they joined. The facility is under the joint ownership of a constellation of corporations that have likely forgotten their initial stakes or no longer care about who owns what beyond playing with their money and collecting fees. There’s a golf course, multiple high-end restaurants, and a firing range where rich folks with guns go to play with them. This is where firearms training and live fire exercises were conducted, according to the information you’ve received. You don’t know how you’d get in, though. They’ve got private security teams: masked-up guards patrolling with fancy PDWs after hours, plus surveillance drones in the air. Someone who looks like you would get stopped at the gate on the best day and ventilated on the worst. But if you could? The value you could walk with is digits even before you factor in the possibility of Spectre combat technology.

> Slide by the Virtual Palace and maybe peek through the windows.
> Take a trip through the Marion Center campus on your way home; probe for weaknesses.
> Make a quick loop around the Melrose’s fence and see if anything speaks to you.
> Try messaging the Worm by phone. (Write-in.)
>Take a trip through the Marion Center campus on your way home; probe for weaknesses.
> Take a trip through the Marion Center campus on your way home; probe for weaknesses.
> Slide by the Virtual Palace and maybe peek through the windows.

It's closed, no mention of much security, prep probably won't take much time, whereas with our last outing we had to prep something beforehand which may or may not have taken more than a day of prep. May as well take the easiest research credits first while it is closed. The others have surveillance and one has private security, I'd also rather not fuck with the staff or customers of The Marion Center, if I recall the first threads initial choices correctly, we didn't choose to be a brawler.
Out of town for a few days, apologies. More to come when I'm more available.

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In the year 1987, crime and corruption in America is an epidemic. Drugs and guns flow into the country from everywhere in the world, and the gateway to it all is the coastal paradise, Heat City. This is a place of shining high-rises and shadowed alleys, sunsets and smog, neon and blood, ruled by ambition and greed and power. Here in Heat City, you can get whatever you want -- if you can pay the price.
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Can anybody join or just the people who were in the mission?
I wouldn't presume to speak for the QM, but it seems likely that it's just people who were on the mission- it'd be pretty silly for someone unaffiliated with the gang to just join a car chase, right?
>it'd be pretty silly for someone unaffiliated with the gang to just join a car chase, right?
Now I also think its unlikely that people who weren't in the car chase get in the mission, but man I gotta say,
That's a GREAT reason to join the car chase.
>Yeah I just saw a bunch of cars racing down and decided to join. What's the matter?
Lmao fair enough



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"Samantha, I don't think this is working."

'Well, MAKE IT WORK, damnit! We've been married for 6 fucking years!'

"You haven't committed for shit. You spent MY paycheque money on booze and cigarettes! You've been leaving me to do everything while you waste your time with those cancer sticks!"

"We are DONE, Ernest."

She slams the door.

>You are Ernst Chamberlain. You are 27 years old, and you live in Sacramento. You work as an accountant at Golden 1 Credit Union... or at least you used to work there.

>Samantha Piccard, your ex-wife, took almost all of your possessions at home and left. Leaving you and your kids homeless, she cut contact with almost everyone.

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There is one, a job for HELIOS Industries. Pays really well, too.
Yes, they will. As you walk outside, you see a job opportunity for somewheree called HELIOS Industries. They need an accountant.
Take the job and immediately start hoarding toilet paper, napkins, plastic forks, instant coffee packets, yellow highlighters, sticky notes, calendars, windex, and anything else left around in the office. Fuck it, steal the computers and employee stuff, too.
Take it, but don't start stealing office supplies. Yet.
A man's gotta eat. Therefore a man needs sporks and napkins.

You are Wesley Keki, tsukkomi and interior decorator.

-Gideon broke into your home and revealed some information about the Instrumentalist cult. They're having their big secret council meeting at Darkbloom Enterprises -- the company your Dad works for. He also warned you of a former partner of his, Samuel Buridan, who recently came to town.
-You told your moms about the home invasion. They were as thrilled about it as you expected. Now you're subject to even more restrictions on your freedom of movement...
-Ophie and Noah had a spat. Or more accurately, Ophie had a spat with Noah, and Noah was majorly confused. Not to worry. They made up by making out.
-Talia tried to hatten up a housefly, and slightly less importantly, introduced Lily to a new kind of pleasure.
-Winter joined the PAP quiz team and gave a curb-stomping to an opposing school's team at the first official match of the season. Amber wasn't happy.
-You probed David Darkbloom, CEO of Darkbloom Enterprises, for information -- but all he had was a warning to mind your own beeswax. Asshole.
-Will accompanied you to homecoming, and you found yourself more charmed by him than you expected.
-Auburn's mother Camelia is still on her "Amber is my daughter from another life" bullshit. You spoke with her in private to confirm: yep, she's an Instrumentalist.
-Back home, you let Will and Summer into your pants. They weren't the only ones to get frisky with you... K-Mom got involved as well.
-At a campaign event for your aunt Cerise's US Senate bid, she got shot. So there's that.


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>The Tower...
Disaster and higher learning, liberation
>The Devil...
Torture, Isolation, generally self inflicted, think like Gal.
>Wheel of Fortune, inverted...
Luck will not change these matters
>Ten of Swords...
Backstabbing, betrayal,
>...um... Death."
Big changes ahead. Usually the end of a relationship or habit.
Basically, the deck is predicting the average late season Fuck Quest thread. Hold tight to your waifus fellow coomers. And your twinks, traps and whatever the fuck an enby is.
Sort of a rule of thumb that all on-screen tarot readings wind up being true, no matter how inept. Thanks for the analysis, Anonymous-dono!
I laughed my ass off at that part.

The fools.... the ignorant FOOLS! They were on the verge on fashioning a GODDESS! ME! They left me rot in here, unfinished. How long have I waited underground? A decade? A century?

438 insufferable years, long enough for the world outside to rise from its nuclear ashes in a new coat of fleshly overgrowth and mutations beyond anyone from my time. I need precious genetic material to become the true GODDESS of this forsaken world. Now, My kingdom is almost ready, I only desire someone to....



Two simple words, they were enough to jolt life in your body...life...what is life?

You know nothing of the outside world, nothing but the voice burrowed in your head urging you to do something. Do you even have a head?

Of course not, you are a mumble jumble of meat, teeth and appendages with sensory organs sprinkled here and there. Your confines are made out of cold glass gathering dust for untold ages, you can thrash all you want but you are not getting out of here on your own.

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>>Researching [1 AP for starting a research]
>>Outside Activities 6 AP for Seed searching
so we lost our woman cattle it seems should we set up a automatic feeding system so they cant starve?
Not dead yet.
Now its dead
Come back!

Roaring thunder shakes the upper realms as two beings peerless under the Heaven clash
The big moment has come.
After a two-thousand-year struggle with the Qinglaohui - Light Tiger Society, you finally managed to land a killing blow on "Immortal Fifty Phoenixes" Zhan Jia. His lifeless body turns to dust and now control over the five thousand upper worlds is entirely within yours, Xuan Hai's hands.

"We did it, Feng An! We finally did it, my love!" Your happiness quickly turns to shock as you feel a cold pain permeate through your abdomen. You look down to see the Immortal killing Azure Spear piercing your stomach.

"You... How could you, of all people betray me?" You say as the world fades, the last image you see is that of your wife's nefarious smile.

* * *
You hear some voice speaking in a foreign language calling out to you from the void. Thankfully you have the Universal Translator skill and are able to understand it.

"Yo, Seba, you ok? You hit your head pretty hard."

"What a retard, he ran into the goalpost, hahaha"

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Why must all cultivation quests die young!
>hypes up quest idea in qtg
>dies almost instantly

like clockwork
At this point, I just coast over new quests between May and September, because they rarely make it to 100 replies during the more or less literal summer
How was it "hyped up"?

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After years of careful study and research into the nature of sorcery, you finally discovered the secret to immortality! In principle it was quite simple, in practice, you appear to have turned yourself into some kind ape-man. Correction. A dying ape-man.

You're currently leaned up against the base of a tree. Convulsions rack your body and a burning sensation is spreading outward from a spot on your forearm. Lifting it, you notice two things: the thick, fur-covered slabs of muscle and the two holes -- each one big enough to poke a finger into -- spurting hot blood. A snapjaw bite. You're not sure how you know that, but an image of some sort of lizard-man, with a long python-like neck and curved thin teeth, flashes through your mind. The bite is poisonous. Once the burning reaches your lungs -- another image, this time of an ape-man being buried beneath a gigantic mushroom. The same two holes on his shoulder with the skin around it turned rotten and black.

You force down the memory, and the wave of grief that follows it, and instead concentrate on your sorcepool. It's woefully shallow, barely enough to hold a single sorce, but that's all you need. You slap your other hand over the wound and concentrate, separating the sorce of "poison" from your own body and putting it into the pool. It's difficult. The ape's sorcepool has been never been filled before and there's some resistance, like when you try to fit an extra blanket into an already stuffed suitcase. You keep pushing. How pathetic would it be to die here after everything! The sorcepool strains, expands, and finally accepts the foreign sorce. The sorcery is complete.

The burning sensation disappears instantly, like a valve had been shut off, but the blood continues to flow and the skin around the wound still shows signs of necrosis. If your sorcepool was a little deeper...but, no, you're strong enough now to grin and bear it on your own. You stand up, clamping your hand over the bite to try and staunch the bleeding. You're surrounded by trees. There's also a few of those giant mushrooms, with umbrella like caps of different colors -- brown, white, red with purple spots. Giant beetles with shiny black carapaces stick to their undersides. You watch as one of them looses its grip, falls, lands on its shell and then helplessly wriggles its dozen or so limbs in the air. You're definitely not in Tyr Byblos anymore.

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Fuck our own ass with a banana
You have the most intense orgasm of your life. The first blast of cum destroys the automaton but also knocks you to your feet. You fall into a coma as your next cumblasts rip the village to shreds and kill everyone inside.
When you wake up you feel like your balls were shoved 3 feet deep into your body
>Shove balls 3 feet inside our own body
Guys this is clearly the best option because peepee poopoo shit fart ass
satisfaction, this is what you became a powerfull sorceror for.

what do?

examine automaton for cool sources? chase the flying boat thing? fuck a coconut?

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Your name is Leo Moreau, and you love monstergirls.

Ever since you were twelve years old, you've snuck into furry and anime conventions without your parents knowing. You've honed your art and writing skills all these years in hopes that you could fantasize hard enough to sate your curiosity.

And now you have developed the means to achieve your dream. Behold, the Genetic Cauldron, a machine that can bend genders and twist DNA!

You've used it on yourself, your chimeric labrats, and a few lucky clients. But you won't stop there. The whole world shall usher in your glorious future.

The first steps have been taken: you've arranged to make your Great Reveal at a local furry convention, with the reluctant but reliable help of the bunny-eared Lily Pantouffle, and the instagram model slash furry artist, Jacqueline Bellesmere.

In your first superhero romp yet, you've discovered a mysterious woman named Pamela Glycon with the help of the rambunctious Jacob Martins. Not only is Pamela a minion of the dread Forzamentalo Syndicate, a psychic mafia that wants to end your dream forever, but she claims to be from another world!

You caught her red handed creating an interdimensional portal... But obviously, something's gone wrong. Not wanting to take any risks, you ran back to the Obscure Sciences department... in that building full of quacks and mystics, you're going to need all the help you can get!

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"Listen, Pam." You tell her as frankly as you can. "I don't know how to help you with that, this all came out of nowhere, but I do admire your tenacity and ambition and I might help you if I have some extra free time."

"Thanks, Doctor." She says. "It's just, you know. This must be all so alien to you. But it's like... it's like you were sent back through time to stop a disaster or something."

Recalling 9/11, you cannot help but sympathize with her somewhat. "Yes. And it's the fact that you don't know where to start that's the problem."

"Exactly." Pamela says. "And seeing as you're at the forefront of all the weird shit that's happening, I thought to myself that it might me a little good to have you around in case I find a lead."

"No problem." you say.

An awkward silence passes. You recall her frustration with her new body. "Now, also. What exactly were you before you were human?"

Pamela opens her mouth wider than you've ever seen, possibly dislocating her jaw, and shows you her fangs and forked tongue. You lean forward, oddly intrigued.. "Ain't it obvious? I'm a lamia! A purple one, at that. And while I'm relieved to see I'm becoming my old self again, bit by bit, that's just this universe's warning alarm telling me things are going cuckoo."

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>...The fact she is a time traveler, you can buy, the fact the future itself is in danger you can accept, the fact SHE RAP BATTLED GOD, THAT! that is your bridge to far.
>"Alright call me if you need anything and stay in touch, I have to follow up on those winning numbers, and go lie down," grumble about her rap battling god and end the call.
>adding on
>oh and once you figure out how I can help you save the future let me, now, because at the moment my best idea is to gather the most important and influential leaders, and private sector CEOs and sell them on the fact the future is at stake
Oh, and I'd like to say that I'll end and archive this thread on the next story post because that seems to be a good time to call it. 300 seems long enough for a quest.
hey thank you for running, this was a fun quest, a lot of great moments in it, hope you run again sometime

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