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You awake to an obnoxious, loud buzzing noise in your room. After a few seconds of adjusting to the situation, you realize it's your dumb alarm clock reminding you that you have to attend that thing called "school". You rarely show up though, so you really don't know why that stupid alarm is still set up. How dare it wake you, the most badass motherfucker around, the great...uhh....
You seem to be too groggy to even remember your name right now, what was it again?Going by highest post number within the next two or three minutes I suppose. If there's matching numbers, I'll try to accomplish both unless it's for something like names or such.
Stacy
>>55481
Kenshiro
Dr. Retarda
It was on the fifteenth of December, in the year 2010, that the world changed. There was no particular reason for it, or at least none that can be proven, but nobody could deny that it had happened. Simply put, the old observable rules of reality had ceased to apply to certain individuals.
Physics, thermodynamics, any and all of the most basic laws of nature were twisted and violated around these rare, otherwise unconnected people. Lacking any other applicable terminology, the majority of the western world used a word made famous by comic books: ‘superpowers’.
In the wake of this unsettling event, those effected often attempted to emulate or become archetypical ’superheroes’, ignoring the law in favor of pursuing their own morality. As can be expected, chaos ensued. Grand wars were fought between as few as two powered people, with hundreds or even thousands of innocent casualties resulting. Cities, being the most populated areas, became common battlegrounds for these impossible people.
The world, as it had been, was slowly torn apart. Those with the most potent powers now exist as short-lived warlords, ruling and dominating whatever they choose until they are killed by another. Powerless civilians run or hide, their lives dangerously fragile in the face of the endless conflicts. Governments and militaries struggle to maintain the peace, or even just to stay relevant, by employing their own superpowered agents in what has become a constantly escalating arms race.
Such is the state of the world.
Not even those with powers are safe, and not every power is entirely beneficial.
Amelia Landric, now more commonly known as Gloom, was forced to run away from home after her abilities manifested, for fear of what others would do to her loving family if they discovered her. Her body constantly produces a thick, rolling fog that surrounds her and hides her from sight. Whoever happens to touch said smoke is overwhelmed by crushing misery and depression. Her breath produces the same effect, but it is physically poisonous and mildly corrosive as well.
>Powers: Gloom Fog, Acid Breath, Minor Fog Manipulation, Minor Emotion Manipulation
>Possible Future Powers: Precision Emotion Manipulation, Fog Constructs, Mind Reading, Fog Shape
>Character Flaws: Depression, Loneliness, Indecision, Naïveté
Daniel Azar, given the street name Scorn, was raised in a household with a deep hatred for superpowered individuals. This prejudice was turned on its head when he himself developed such abilities, however, and he was cast out. His fingertips rapidly increase the temperature of anything they touch, often causing objects to melt, burst into flame, or even explode. In addition, his adrenaline levels are extremely high at almost all times, causing emotional instability as well as occasional bursts of strength and agility.
>Powers: Heat Escalation, Elevated Epinephrine, Minor Speed Manipulation, Vast Pain Tolerance.
>Possible Future Powers: Speed Manipulation, Heat Manipulation, Fire Constructs, Epinephrine Manipulation, Delayed Heat Escalation.
>Character Flaws: Prejudice, Lack of Impulse Control, Antisocial, Violence Reliant, Emotional Instability
Neither of these two youths have much - or any - control over their powers. They unsuccessfully struggled to manage their conditions on their own, until they were individually taken off of the streets and recruited by Candor, a local superpowered criminal. She dressed, fed, and cared for the two of them, almost certainly saving their lives. Everything comes at a cost, however, and today marks the beginning of their repayment of that debt.
Which of these two will be your protagonist? Gloom, or Scorn?
You have my attention
>>48401
>Scorn
You are a member of the Varric Association of Magic Users. You have been tasked with hunting down and bringing to justice an ex-member who has left the association after stealing a number of magical documents and artifacts.
You have tracked him to this secluded forest wherein he has erected a 300 ft tower. From the looks of it he is trying to summon a major spirit on the top of the tower. You should stop that before it happens. Another member has gone in before you and has not returned for some time. It seems she has blasted a hole in the wall giving you an entrance.
This is you. What's your name?
As a member you have a number of useful tools on your person as well as a few offensive magical spells.
What happens next?
>>47789
My name is Friedrich
I walk into the hole and check around my surroundings
>>47789
Rook
We check out the inside
Also, light blue is mine.
>>69324
ITS TIME
THE GURREN BRIGADE
BEGIN ON GLORIOUS NIPPON(japan)
>>69324
Central France
Kingdom of France
Rules of this quest is pretty simple, first post ending in 5 names the guy, dubs decides his ULTIMATE GOAL. All following posts ending in five will then dictate what the guy does. You have 5 moves after goal is decided to complete said goal. Good luck.
>>69033
The Guy
I'll broaden the spectrum because this thread is slow
>>69204
His name is now The Guy.
dubs, 0, or 1 decides quest
5 6 and 7 are actions
>>69865
suck dick
Rolled 3, 3 = 6 (2d6)
Last OP died. Name, Color, Starting place. use 2d6 to roll.
>>67868
I'll be playing hope you don't mind
>Brazilian Colony of Portugal
>Green
>Portugal
>>67906
Fuck, i forgot how to roll.
Previously, you did your best to help fight off the Quedeshi invasion before undertaking a series of questionable but effective decisions.
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>>60903
The darkness fades as you wake with your lungs burning and gasping for air. You’re lying on your side on a rocky surface but that’s all you can tell for now for it is completely dark. You can barely see your own hand waving in front of your face!
What had happened? You do your best to remember. You had spent too long on the sea snake and the Quedeshi boats had advanced further than you had wished. You remember soaring through the air on an insane plan and the enslaved anacondas waiting for you below…
Ah, now you remember! You were drowning!
Which makes your current situation all the more confusing. You are completely soaked through but the rock beneath you is almost dry. You do your best to keep your breathing steady but wind up coughing yourself half to death instead.
It is completely dark. You feel like shit. You have lost your pack. But this still isn’t the worst waking moments you’ve ever had.
The darkness around you is nearly devoid of sound but you can hear water lapping up against the rock somewhere. Are you on an island?
>Get up and start wandering about in the dark. You need to find your pack.
>Call out. Is anyone around?
>Investigate the sound of water.
>Stay where you are and grow your branches out instead.
>Hurt yourself.
>Other
>>60910
>Get up and start wandering about in the dark. You need to find your pack.
What time of day was it when we were fighting earlier?
>>60910
>Investigate the sound of water.
>Call out. Is anyone around?
A sea cave maybe?
This is Zylphe Renuis. He has crash landed on Terra Firma *Our world* after his ship broke in space and fell into orbit while chasing down a parasitic lifeform meteor. which is the bane of his species.
Upon landing on Terra Firma, he is knocked out. A group of humans came to see the crash site. What would you do to this alien lifeform?
Rules
*You cannot kill him. You cannot have him kill an uninfected human unless plagued by the parasite he is bound to defeat.
Multiple posts are welcomed.
*Priority missions is to repair his ship or to build a new ship to leave Earth. He cannot stay over a month or else his Plasma will wear out due to the enviroment being unsuitable to Zylphe.
I'd check if he has a penis.
>>60767
Yeah we need to check our tool before we start fixing the ship
GET IT? TOOL? TOOL! LIKE A DIECK
Your name is Verynthor Sollint and you are a kabalite in service to Archon Trinost Akolemm of the Kabal of Shattered Masks. You hate him with an unbridled passion and few things would please you more than to watch him choke and sputter on his own bile as you twist a blade into his chest.
You are merely one of many Kabalite warriors that are passing their time between raids into realspace. Currently, you are lounging with two of your squadmates in the hangar claimed by the Shattered Mask, such as it is. Considering you only have a pair of Raiders and Trinost is too busy fornicating with courtesans and shooting up on stimulants to put forth resources for maintaining his troops' equipment, the place is decrepit. The skimmers themselves are carefully maintained and brightly coated in the contrasting navy and silver that your Kabal colors itself with, but that is merely because of their crews trying to make up for their Archon's stinginess. As such, the hangar is a dusty, dilapidated mess of strewn crates and tools that probably hadn't been clean since before you were born.
This isn't how a Kabal should be run. An Archon should take pride in his possessions and his troops, even if he doesn't trust them.
"You taking a hit or not?" Jekkyt asks, breaking your train of thought.
He's holding out a ceramic smoking pipe, packed with Obscura as he and Ortaem look at you. The three of you are crammed into a corner of the dimly-lit hangar, the empty crates and sickly-sweet fragrance of the smoke your only other companions. As much as you hate to admit it, loitering in the hangar and partaking in cheap narcotics is about all you have to do in your spare time.
Jekkyt and Ortaem are the closest things you have to 'friends', which is to say if you had to kill the rest of your Kabal to further your schemes, you'd deal with them last and perhaps feel a tiny shred of remorse. You all joined the Kabal at roughly the same time and a sort of solidarity formed as you all endured the abuses of the trueborn and their loathsome cunt of a dracon. Granted, almost everyone in the Kabal hates the trueborn so that isn't saying much, but over the years you've found that the three of you hated each other less than the rest of your squadmates.
Ortaem, probably bored waiting for your response, seems to have lost interest in the exchange and now peaking her head over your fortress of crates to see if anyone has entered the hangar, perhaps out of fear that your sybarite might appear out of nowhere and force you all to do something productive. Jekkyt continues to look at you with his blood-shot eyes through his greasy black hair.
"Well?" He prompts you.
>Take a hit, just a little
>Inhale deeply, really take it in
>Refuse, pass the pipe along
>Write-in
Also,
How did you join the Shattered Mask?
>Former Hellion, 'promoted' to Kabalite
>Member of a smaller Kabal that was absorbed by the Shattered Mask
>Belonged to a Wych Cult and jumped at the chance of upward mobility
>>60647
>Refuse, pass the pipe along
>Member of a smaller Kabal that was absorbed by the Shattered Mask
Inhale deeply, really take it in
Belonged to a Wych Cult and jumped at the chance of upward mobility
>Take A Hit
>Member of a smaller Kabal that was absorbed by the Shattered Mask
You are one of the denizens of 2-dimensional flatland. You were visited in the night by the Sphere, who pulled you upwards, yet not northwards, taught you about the third dimension, showed you the insides of spaces, homes, and bodies, transmitted visions of line land and point land, yadda yadda yadda you know the drill, happens every millennium.
There is one question immidiately present.
Who are you? Roll a d10 to chose race.
Rolled 2 (1d10)
>>51620
australian aborigine
Rolled 10 (1d10)
>>51620
Is hexagon a race?
Rolled 3 (1d10)
Rolling for nigger
Welcome to 1d4 Quest! The rules here are simple:
1. Want to do something? Roll 1d4 - 4 = Spectacular success (Thing happens + Good Bonus) 3 = Success (Thing happens) 2 = Failure (Thing doesn't happen) 1 = Failure (Thing doesn't happen + Bad Bonus)
2. Posts ending in 4, 7, and 0 will be taken
3. Nothing super lewd
4. If something were to fail and trying it again would make poor logical sense, it cannot happen again (for example, trying and failing to climb a rock face)
Let's begin, shall we? You have awoken on some hilly plains. Ahead of you lies a large forest, to your left you can see a river flowing out of the forest, and to your right you spy mountains far off in the distance.
Rolled 2 (1d4)
>>67888
A cute blonde loli spawns near to you
Rolled 2 (1d4)
>>67995
An avarage loli girl then
Rolled 2 (1d4)
>>67888
You fall down the hill
Donovon Gilbert has just woken up and is currently in nothing more than his undergarments. His brown eyes, which an indeterminate time before had been rolled back in ecstasy due to his illicit engagement with a 50 credit Twi'lek whore, now gleam with a barely contained rage as they dart around his unfamiliar surroundings. He is sitting upright in a chair sitting in the middle of an unadorned, harshly lit room with bluegrey durasteel walls. As he attempts to move his arms to get up, he is held in place by durasteel bars that extend horizontally across his torso, abdomen, and legs.
The chill of the metal chair and the air of the sterile room send his muscles into a bout violent shivering with the intensity to make his teeth clatter against each other. The rage in his eyes solidifies as he whips his head around the room, calling out, "I s-s-swear by the Emperor, if it's you again and th-this is another of your idiotic p-pranks Gerald, I will drown you in lava if you d-d-don't get me out of here this moment."
His gruff, raspy statement barely echoes in the enclosed space. Almost as if in response, the hum of the lights overtakes the last echoes of Donovon's words.
The broad shouldered nobleman, still reeling from the shock of the new surroundings and what he assume is the ale still flowing through his system, presses on, "Gerald, I'm n-not joking. I don't care if you're my father's servant, I will get you kicked off the planet and sent past the outerrim."
The humming again fills the room.
"G-G-Gerald!" Donovon's throat, while nearly completely dry and interrupted by shivers, produces a surprisingly deep boom as he yells.
"I will n-not be treated in such an undignified manner!" He slams his fist into the arm of his chair - the impact reverberates through the rest of the chair as Donovan continues to shake and shiver. "You have n-no right to act like a scummy p-p-pirate," He pauses as realization dawns on his ruddy features.
"Wait, you're pirates aren't you? Kidnapping nobles from their bedchambers, eh?" His shaky voice solidifies as he gains confidence. "You've made yourselves a mistake, you damned fools! Don't you know who my father is? Governor Henry Gilbert! He'll show you a rough Jabiimi welcome if you don't take me back right now!"
He whips his head back in laughter. "I've heard of you lot, but I never thought any self-respecting pirate would be so suicidal to kidnap the son of the man with the most powerful fleet in this sector! When my Dad finds out, the combined forces of the Jabiimi fleet will blow you to shreds!"
And so Donovon continues, taunting what he determined were his pirate kidnappers, accusing them of being nothing more than "filth flying two bit hunks of junk" and "honorless animals with nothing better to do than prey off of innocent Imperial folk." Along with the snide insults to the pirates' intelligence and likelihood to survive in space, Donovon's regular arrogant and uncouth demeanor reestablishes itself.
> [Cont.]
>>60970
You are standing outside of the door of his cell, a customized cargo hold of your GX1 Luxury Short Hauler, watching the half-naked nobleman make a fool of himself. Allowing yourself a small smile, you wonder at how lucky you were that the paranoid Governor Gilbert had such a security liability of a son.
All it took was a week of observation and paying his favorite Twi'lek whore 100 credits to inject him with a sedative during their most recent daily "appointments." Paid by the Governor's accounts, of course.
Your smile shifts into a sneer. Despicable.
If you were not on assignment to hunt down a rumored Rebel spy on one of Jabiim's moons, you would take the time to instill the fear of the Inquisition amongst every aristocratic family on Jabiim. Such a lax in Imperial Integrity should never occur.
Jedi may still be out amongst the outerrim planets after all, and it is your duty to ensure that they, along with the newly sprung up Rebellion, are removed and galactic stability is certain.
The oafish nobleman continues his irritating gloating in his cell - behavior unsuited for the future Governor of the important infrastructure and factories here on Jabiim.
Perhaps you, as an Inquisitor for the Empire, ought to teach the fool some manners?
> [] Ready a pot of tea - a pleasant chat, from one gentleman to another, should reform his actions.
> [] Forgo the tea - he did insult your ship, after all - and give him a firm chastising.
> [] Why begin with meaningless talk? Your dignified appearance should be enough for now.
> [] Other
>>60991
>[X] Ready a pot of tea - a pleasant chat, from one gentleman to another, should reform his actions.
>>60991
> [X] Ready a pot of tea - a pleasant chat, from one gentleman to another, should reform his actions.
It's another Risk thread!
Rules are in the picture.
Clarifications:
Water doesn't have Regions, you only need to take the oil rig to get the oil.
Your starting Region needs a City in it.
Houserules:
You can Build a new City for 25 production
You can add a permanent HP to a city (+3 max) for 10 production
You take double the territory and don't need golden rolls to enter regions if you completely encircle an area and it doesn't have a city. You can encircle multiple regions in this way at once.
A player that doesn't declare war a turn before attacking loses half his oil bonus (minimum of 1 even if you have no oil) until peace is restored due to sanctioning.
>No extra turn on a 0
First player gets to veto the houserules (all or none)
>>49242
>The Hengebuilders
>England
>Purple
>>49377
There you are
In this medieval adventure, you control a young farmboy with a thirst for discovery and 50 gold pieces he stole from his bitch mom. Farmboy can do anything he wants within the realm of fantasy physics except kill himself because farmboy is a very devout jew. The year is 1100 AD or something and magic and dragons and shit exist. Go crazy.
What do you do first
Kidnap virgins
>>67010
Buy a staff and light armor.
You walk through the nearby woods and come across a glade. In the glade is a pool where two young qt virgins are playing and laughing. However the pool is guarded by a large man with a sword! What do you do
This asphalt strip was an endless existence. This was the singular conclusion that you had come to through the time you spent plodding down it alongside the woman you had saved. The sun had already crept high into the sky, radiating a nearly unbearable heat as you came to stand beside the panting woman at the top of one particularly long winded hill and were finally able to peer out into the distance beyond the forest you had been born within.
A strong breeze whipped at the woman's heavily wrapped clothing, eliciting a thankful groan from her as she soaked in the refreshing caress. For you, however, it carried a chill that had little to do with temperature. A rainbow stretched out across rolling hills, stretching up so as to scratch the roof of the cerulean sky. Great lofts of shadow crept lazily across the land as the smattering of dark clouds provided roaming blotches of shade; A fact you were certain would have been more appreciated, had the land itself not been a field of unnerving obsidian that stretched out greedily as far as you could see.
'It could be worse.' You remember the woman muttering earlier. You had accepted her knowledge on the matter, but you had not believed it would be this bad. That it could be this bad. Even from this hilltop, you could still glimpse the glossy sheen of pitch black thorns which grew so maliciously as to have already begun to wrap around its fellow vine in lieu of anything else to strangle the life from across the plains.
"Oi, I see the rover!" The woman's excited call only barely managed to dislodge your attention from the rest of the world as a broad smile stretched across her face. "Get moving, Sparky! That bastard's just up ahead!" She was already picking up speed as her strides lengthened down the sludge covered road, last night's deluge having baked into cracked sheets of mud.
You could only sigh in consternation and begin tracing your way after the enthusiastic woman. The distance between the two of you lengthened considerably with each passing moment, her own stride ridiculously longer than your own careful steps, but if she noticed - Or even cared - That you were so far behind, the woman didn't show it.
All the same, your body was beginning to file formal complaints. The pains of hunger had only grown more powerful as you walked, and the overwhelming scent of blooming Hydra was causing your already protesting stomach to regularly attempt a purge that threatened to send your swimming head into a far more volatile state.
If you tried running at this point, you doubt you'd get very far before tripping over your own feet.
>Hang back, let her meet her squadmate before you arrive.
>Pick up speed so you don't get separated.
>Stop and take in the sights.
>Other? (Write-in)
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>>62719
>>Hang back, let her meet her squadmate before you arrive.
>>62719
>>Hang back, let her meet her squadmate before you arrive.
