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You are a mercenary, down on your luck after being fired from your previous company for killing your fellow mercs in a botched mission. with little in your stomach and little in your wallet you have decided to do some freelancing.
if you were here for the previous train wreck of a thread, well sorry about that. i've decided to ditch the drawings and focus solely on writing.
roll a d100, highest roll in the next 5 posts decide what era we are in.
Rolled 25 (1d100)
>early WW2 with some super-science, no Captain America though - no tiger tanks, no US involvement yet
> mercenary for an Evil Organisation
Rolled 62 (1d100)
Hard boiled 1930s era. Some fantastical elements of an Eldritch nature.
>>80978
Fight against/for Cthulhu, learn some magic, kill cultists, nice!
hello wanna join
taken turkey,Poland
>>104562
>>73550602
>>104562
I'm joining as turkey, again.
>>73550602
>73550602
if dead post link yourself
>Previous installments (Read the story so far like a book!)
Maid Simulator 2016 - http://docdro.id/8jCOSkI
>How does this game work?
Honestly I had no idea what I was doing at first, but I think we've found our strengths and weaknesses by now. This is not a game where you will be crunching numbers. Neither is it a fast and easy game that people should just be jumping in and out of. Rather it is a slow game, heavy on atmosphere and psychology with open-ended choices that reward creativity, an attention to detail and the willingness to analyze and try to understand the weird characters you will get to know. It's not completely without action though. Once in a rare while you will be pushed into a corner and asked to make a decision that might end with permanent death and a premature, Bad Ending. In that case, you will never solve all the mysteries of the Huxtable Mansion. We don't fuck around here. Did you think this was just a game?
>What kind of story is this?
It's a psychological slice of life mystery with science-fiction, fantasy and horror elements. There also might be romance, depending on how /qst/ plays it. If you like fuzzy feelings and weird stuff like Lost and Twin Peaks you are at home.
>Hello, I want to get filthy rich on your ideas/work/whatever. Will you sell out?
YES. FUCK YES. Please contact me.
>Anything else?
We have a poll going http://www.strawpoll.me/10145340
High-quality fan art is highly encouraged >>75450
>>75331
>>75450
>>75605
>>75645
>>76799
>Part 1/2
You find yourself leaning your head down to kiss Mistress's foot. Maybe it's because, after being so terrible to you, she's suddenly so nice and willing to explain everything you're wondering about that you've become so grateful. You even forget how you're basically on your knees for her. It hits you: Maybe she is right after all. You've been self-sacrificing for her. Now she's sacrificing her time to answer your questions. Maybe self-sacrifice really is the basis of true companionship! Ugh, now you're thinking like a crazy person. You're going to have to be careful to not become twisted in your head, spending so much time with a girl like Mistress.
"What is it with this house?" you ask her. "What kind of family are you? How did you earn your fortune? And what is it with these strange things I keep seeing? Those shiny, strange-looking books with paintings that look like the real thing? And the metallic creature in the hallway?"
Mistress laughs out loud. "Alfred? You saw Alfred? God, that could have gone so wrong!"
"W-what are you talking about, Mistress?"
"Alfred is one of my dad's old golems. He was supposed to guard the house entry or something like that, but since dad disappeared he has broken and is walking all over the house, attacking the servants. It's no big deal though. He is very easy to outrun. I'm not sure he's even that dangerous, but of course ... We all run like mad when we see him! There is no telling what he might do."
"Your father makes golems, Mistress?"
"Eh, not quite. He is a scientist and philosopher."
"So that was how you earned your fortune? What did he discover?"
"Don't stop massaging my foot!" she chastises you and you hurry up to keep going. "Our family has been rich for a few generations actually. I believe it started out with some very fortunate farming deals because we were on the correct side during the French revolution. This allowed us to invest in steel mining, weapons production, Eastern imports ... I believe we are making quite a few people's livelihood in Paris just having them run back and forth for us, putting our money the right place and watching it keep growing." She seems very amused by this idea, eyes glowing.
"Aha," you say.
"But my father. He was a scientist and philosopher. He was obsessed with determinism. Do you know what that is?"
"Dete-what?"
"Determinism. Of course you wouldn't. Poor people's genes. Honestly I think it is better I tell you this story on my father's term. It would be a little like an experiment. We could see if he was right." Mistress skips off the bed and goes into the drawing room. You get up on your feet and follow her in. She sits down in a big, really soft-looking chair with thick, red cushions that faces the window.
"Time to be my footstool," she says.
>>77915
>Part 2/2
You go down on your knees and crawl in front of her. She places her feet on your back. You blush.
"Well, my father believed that everything that happens, must happen. Placed in the same situation, under the same conditions, people will ultimately make the same choices. He thought the entire universe was like domino pieces falling on each other and causing a chain reaction. Let's see if he is right. I shall tell you the story of what happened with him as if you were him. If you somehow end up making the same choices he did, then we will have to give his theory the benefit of doubt. If it turns out he is wrong, I shall quickly just tell you what happened instead. All right, dearie?"
"All right," you say.
"Will you bark for me?" she says, laughing.
"W-w-woof, w-woof," you say.
"It's 1857 and you are a young physicist ..."
You're lying in a bed. Everything is darkness. Someone is lying beside you, sleeping. A woman. Outside you can hear the wind howling. As your eyes adjust to the dark, you realize you're in some kind of farming hut. Beside you there is a window. Snowflakes are whipping the glass.
>What do you do?
>>77940
Get out of the bed, put panties and a dress on
>last thread: suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/64587/
Last night was hell. You haven't been in these situation but you handled that situation smooth as silk. Thinking back you were just an orphan wandering around the streets in Tokyo pickpocketing unaware tourist and shoplifting stores. Not until you managed to pickpocket your boss Yamagata, outrun his bodyguard and manage to take down 3 of them. Biggest loot you ever steal with his big fat wallet and some drugs. Not until the next morning you woke up surrounded by the same bodyguards and Yamagata himself. Death was staring at you with his venomous glare and evil smug face of his. But instead a bullet through your head and hand was extended as say.
"You wanna join where everyone is your brother?"
You got nothing anyway and have nothing to lose. Even the center that investigate who or where your parents may be leaves nothing. As if they never existed. Maybe joining this group could grant your wish for a swift death. A death that nobody will care about your well being.
"Jinshiro Yamagata" Your boss who saved you from the alleyways that may or may be killed you for what you done. Immediately you assigend as a rookie. Trained you with kodachi, a sword that you have since you were in the alleyways. Stole from metalworks to protect yourself...in case of emergency and nasty situation. Your job is to deliver important items so you got some legwork in you
1/2
Without warning there's a huge ear shattering explosion. For a moment all is still. Then a woman runs screaming past you in another direction. Soon more and more screams join in. and people run the same way. You run with them, but before you know everyone is just running every way. It's chaos.
Somehow you wind up in a mall and you turn around to see a man with a giant gut and missing the top half of his head, clawing at the doors. He has no brain. Some people lock the doors and some others run off to lock the other side of the mall.
It's 12 P.M. How do you spend the next 6 hours?
Accepting up to 15 players only if you have a name.
Rules: Combat is not something you want to try without VERY good reason, but if you do then roll a 1d100. Be warned, a roll of 100 might not really do anything.
Take care of your eating, drinking, sleeping and mental state. I'll keep track of this using secret rules and if it comes to it, I will take your turn for you and write a mental breakdown, but you will probably have a warning first.
>>96048
I take a minute to catch my breath and understand what the hell is happening. I grab my combat knife firmly, even tho I don't really know how to use it, and try to find a place to hide.
(am i doing this right ?)
>>96445
Yeah sure. Looks good. I'll wait a bit and see if more people join.
I run the other way, trying to find a store that will hold items I will need, such as bottles of water and a weapon. I've seen enough horror movies to know that we'll all need a base of sorts, somewhere where the guy can't break in, and I look for a safe place.
"Do ye feel rich, Goyim?" Edition
Previous Thread and Chargen: >>88689
IN THE TERRIFYING BLACKNESS OF THE VOID, YOU ARE THE LIGHT. Welcome to Ticonderoga Star Quest, an adventure set in a persistent and constantly-expanding universe in the far future. Players will be helping contribute to a nascent universe by guiding a specific character through the many perils that exist in the vastness of space.
Summary: You are Sen Xi, a spoiled rich Earthborn pretty-boy and the sole heir of the Iris Telecom Hypercorp. Sent out into the galaxy with only your trusty posthuman butler Isaac and as many mercs as your family-owned PMC could shove on your ship, you must finalize a potentially lucrative deal with the legendary Pirate Queens of Herod's Rock.
Currently your ship has just left port and is now traveling at sublight towards the nearest Vector, a point in space where FTL travel is deemed consistently safe to engage (the average safety rating is something like 88.4%, and given the sheer amount of traffic that goes through these corridors, those aren't bad odds).
You stare at the bulkhead door in sullen boredom. This being a paramilitary ship, there aren't any windows. You could have sworn Isaac said there would be windows. These last few hours have proven that Isaac is something of an asshole - you'd just never been reliant enough on him before to notice. An announcement comes over ship's comms that informs you that the Vector is within sight and the Gladius is queuing up for FTL drive activation.
Languidly, you key your access code into the Sysnet and bypass the Vector Gate Authority's woefully inadequate security to grant your ship priority status. Sure, it's exclusively reserved for active military craft, but you don't want this trip to take any longer than it has to. You've got a meeting with the Pirate Queens.
Now that that's taken care of, what's next?
Potential Options:
>Explore the Gladius
>Find a petty way to enact your revenge on Isaac
>Browse the Sysnet
>>95024
>Explore the Gladius
>>95024
>Browse the Sysnet
see if 4chan still exist
>Explore the Gladius
You poke your head out of your cabin. Your eyes naturally swivel to the left. Looks clear. You swivel to the right. Oops. Isaac's there, with that stupid grin on his face.
"Going somewhere, sir?" he asks with simulated deference. Damn, he's really good at that. You decide to look a little less stupid and pull the rest of yourself out of the hatchway.
"Why yes, I am. I fully intend to explore this ship so that I may become familiar with it in case of emergency." you reply in your most aggrieved innocent tone. Usually that works.
"Well, that's certainly a responsible course of action, young master. Now that we're in FTL, I certainly see no reason to prevent your wanderings. Where shall we visit first?" Isaac nods convivially even though he's technically just a ghost inside of a robot. (A ghost robot? Doesn't that sound a bit derivative?)
>Visit the Armory. "This is my lasrifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine."
>Main Engineering. See what makes the ship go fast.
>Sortie Bay. Meet the fighter jocks.
>Barracks. Meet your hired muscle.
>Cantina. Attempt to pick up chicks on the paramilitary ship full of badasses paid by your daddy. Or meet the cooks. We're cool, man.
Yet another civ evo thread. In FAR FUTURE.
Humans have traversed deep into space because earth cannot sustain anymore life in it. After a long travel. They discovered a planet similar to earth's condition and perfect to start a new. But Their Spaceship crashed violently into the planet and scattering its passenger across the planet. The nature of the planet shapes the passenger's culture and mindset depending on their crash landed places.
Pick your faction. Each faction has 3 open slot for now and we'll discover more of the survivor as we progress.
If the thread continues on a long run. I will started scoring each civ based on their cultural, technology, military and resource. At the end of each thread i will post a ranking board. Compete each other to reach 1st place on the board.
Cont'd
>>82346
oh god, that's Swamp Based City.
Beach Athletes!
I hope we can get some new hats.
>>82359
I too want some new hats
Gonna try a different style. Might take a little longer.
It's a new day for our cat girl friend.
I'm just going to pick favorites to decide the action. I can do that?
>>79052
>I'm just going to pick favorites to decide the action. I can do that?
Yea thats fine, also I suggest that today we take a day off and head to the park.
>>79067
What a good idea. It's a great day to take a trip to the park.
>>79162
Go over and buy a hot dog from the Bulldog at the hot dog stand.
GROWFORM QUEST PART 2
PREVIOUS >>20833
>>57359
You pick the the SHARP STICK but are a little confused on the COMBINATION you wish to perform.
>>57764
>>58738
Your newly summoned DARK HOMIE, JAEQUAN hits you up with 2 9MM BULLETS. Best he can do he says.
>>57871
You try not to waste too much time on this and carve JAEQUAN'S NAME into the TREES with an IMAGE on one of them.
>>56956
You cannot trade the LOOT as FRITZ has flown off with it across the LAKE, dropping the RING on his way across.
>>57442
>>58035
>>58426
The FISH MERCHANT is surprised to see another STINK-TORT so close to the one another and says that his WARES are unbelievable. He will present a PRICE for any available requested item, and trade you SHEKELS for any item you wish to sell to him.
Now what?
How do I play?
>>77356Write what you would like the green guy to do, I highly recommend reading the previous (and first) thread to get what's going on.
>>77070
Order RITZ to go to FRITZ and ask what the fuck he thinks he's doing. That LOOT is ours. See how many SHEKELS we have,and get the RING.
OK, a new board and we all know that that means:
We need to make a /qst/-tan!
Firstly, what's her name?
What does she look like?
Is she even a she this time?
Age, race, clothes?
Come on draw friends, it's time to get creative!In my head, it's a qt blonde loli in full plated armour that wishes to explore and plunder shit. Just my 2 cents.She carries a sword that she can barely lift.Her face plates makes it hard for her to see so she gets lost a lot.
her initials should be RNG
We have one and he comes with a bird
>>77215
(1). You are Shark Johnson, you live in a nice suburb with your wife Denise and your son Jaime.
(2).
10:00 AM – SATURDAY
It’s a nice day out so you decided to take a walk, although you fell forward and are now plopped against the stairs.
Denise and Jaime are inside, the door is closed.
>>75998
Get up and go take your walk
>>76181
Easier said than done.
You try to get up, but only manage to slide down the stairs.
Then you... oh god, it's Chad Fisher, the biggest asshole in the neighborhood, if he sees you like this, you'll never hear the end of it.
>>76321
Pretend to be just tanning yourself in your front yard. Thats a cool thing to do right?
The birthrate of developed countries has plummeted into unsustainable rates - with Japan being at lead of this catastrophe, despite their recent aggressive immigration plans. Artificial human replacements - "Dolls", had become rampant, as they satisfy a booming market formed by demanding lonely singles.
You were one of these immigrants, as well as one of the countless virgin bachelors in Japan. You had recently won a Doll coupon from a promotion's lottery, and today was the last day to cash it in before it expired. You sighed, and went to your computer.
You had left open tabs about:
>Hobby electronics and robotics.
>The latest news about biotechnology.
>Sports attire and nutrition supplements.
>Write in
>>86009
>>Sports attire and nutrition supplements.
>>86009
>The latest news about biotechnology.
previous thread >>43457
We were trying to save the princess but for some reason we are buying a new broom now.
>>75552
Attempt to use the broom to make a clean sweep through the tower.
>>75552
FLYING WITH THE BROOM
>>75552
also, get numbers are 8, 9 or 0
Hello everyone, welcome to Fate/Broken Destinies.
I had to make a new thread because the other went into autosage. Sorry for the inconvenience, my IP keeps changing. I also had to use a new picture for the new OP.
If you happen to be a long-time reader or just someone who happened to drop by, have no fears, I'd be glad to answer. The jargon can be hard to understand, so the offer stands for that too.
For future references, this is my Twitter:
https://twitter.com/StorytellerTG
You will probably also need the Status Screen, as in the original VN, although not exactly as flashy
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1-TPifOE7xWNiMUfsUM3jULHHK0vvi7n4_5bP4QQfVRE/edit?usp=sharing
We'll begin next post.
You decide to draw closer the girl painting.
She’s so immersed in her job that breaking her concentration feels almost like a sacrilege.
She has a disinterested look on her face, almost defiant. Her red hair is cut short, probably for practicality’s sake.
Her sketch seems to be abstract and somewhat monstrous, although not necessarily malignant.
“Hm… excuse me…”, you attempt to ask her.
She turns around, looking at you without a trace of care in her big, green eyes.
“Sup”.
“Ah no thank you, I already had breakfast. I don’t need soup”, you stutter.
“No I mean like, what’s up?” She leans forward to look at Saber, then back to you. “Where have you been all this time? Who is your friend?”
“Oh, I… I am a transfer student”, you lie.
She nods slowly. “And do you know what’s his issue? Maybe his problem is in his pants?”, she presses on.
It’s clear she’s not interested in you in the least.
Saber realizes she’s talking to her, and attempts to respond.
“No, not at all… he’s got… he’s got… autism, I think he’s got autism?”
“I’ve got autism?”
“Yes, you’ve got autism”, Saber concludes.
The painting girl doesn’t look convinced.
“What kind of autism does he have?”
“Uhhh… sword autism… which means he can’t stand swords”.
“R-right!”, you jump on the opportunity and on the carefully crafted lie. A mental disability can’t be easily detected, unlike a physical one. “I am terrified by swords. I never want to see one close to me!”
The girl still looks unimpressed.
“Are you sure about that? Yamaku doesn’t take students with mental disabilities. Besides I think that’s the name of an anime”.
“The name of an anime?” Saber wonders.
“What’s an anime?”, you ask.
“Yeah, like, a cartoon”, the girl says. “A picture that moves. I think I’ve heard of something called ‘Sword Autism Offline’, so I kinda got the gut feeling you’re fooling with me”, she delivers her analysis in her deadpan voice.
“N-no! You’ve got it all wrong! He has a serious problem!”, Saber interjects, as you nod vigorously.
“Fair enough”, she says, giving up. “I am Rin, by the way. Hope we get along. Hope your penis works fine”.
“I-it sure does!”, you state firmly.
“Oh, one more thing!”, adds Saber. “Can you tell us where our class is?”
Now that, by and large, was a stupid idea. If she barely believed you before, she surely won’t believe any more of your words now…
“3-3. You better hurry before homeroom begins”, she surprisingly responds.
“A-Alright, come on Sa…Sara. We’ll be late. Bye Rin, thanks for the talk”, you babble, as you grab Saber and try to get away.
Saber is waving at the girl, painfully oblivious to the fact that the girl can’t reciprocate the gesture.
‘What do we do now?’,you find yourself thinking. You’ve got a few options.
>Go to class
>wander through the school
>wander through the dormitories
>>74849
...
I wasn't expecting that, to be honest.
>Wander through the school.
Testing roll
>>74628
roll
>>74633
>not being able to write a simple word with numbers in options field
Wow, you must be retarded.
>>74655
I tried 1d20 but is it dice+20?
