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The President picks up the phone on his desk and dials the Hardbody Agency for Professional Asskickers. "Please help, I am being kidnapped by NEFARIOUS FORCES," was all he managed to say before the nefarious Skull Gang's agents kidnap him.Hearing the dial tone, The Chief puts down his phone, before looking at the dossiers on his agents scattered on his desk. Who will be the baddest agent to rescue the President?

>D02 QUEST! Rules are in image.
>Make a character sheet or vote for someone else's,...
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Welcome to WILD WEST QUEST.
First, a few rules.
There are THREE vital resources you need to keep track of. WATER, FOOD, and AMMO. You start off with 10 of each. They can be obtained through scavenging or crafting (with the exception of water, which has to be harvested/scavenged).
An option will be chosen after at least three people have replied, and there is no tie. The most popular option will be chosen.
Ready?

Your name is HANK. You are a lone cowboy in the wild west. Your goal is to conquer this vast, unexplored territory.
What will you do?
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Previous Thread: http://boards.4chan.org/qst/thread/320847/

Summary: Last thread our "hero" gained control of a small amount of populace in an attempt to become the widely worshipped demon lord he dreamed of being.

The "hero: himself: A long time ago he was ejected from one the imp mother's quivering orifices a tiny shivering glob of flesh. He is a pure imp with no imperfections (unless you count the pompadour he's been sporting as of recent). His abilities are a...
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So, in case your new to this quest, (I think this quest may be the longest running on /qst/, not sure to be honest.) then good luck. The archives are in the Character Sheet, so there you go.

Character Sheet: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jI0aGxA_2h3SAcPYri-1fdgskbK3IbtfEzSLJ7VY9gU/edit

Twitter: @QuestingQM

My other quest is Nazi Experiment Quest, which is sadly delayed due to me accidently deleting the lore.

You are Renexizious, and you are speaking to Lorriana, a gold dragon who either likes you, or dislikes you. You honestly can't tell.

"So. From what I gather, your talents lie in research?" you crook your head slightly.

"My word, you've understood what I said." She puts her hand over her mouth, feigning wonder.

"...I'm really fucking tired of your sarcasm." You slam your fist into a table, and cause it to break in half.

"Too bad, Ren. Too bad." She takes a sip of her wine, and looks back at you, amused.

"Don't fucking call me that, It's Renexizious to you. No one fucking calls me Ren." You are this close to strangling her. Too bad the voices in your head want you to appoint her as a minister of research or try to give her a rather good tumble.

"Too bad. It's quite popular around here."

"Son of a bit- Never mind. Now, here's what I want you to do."

Choices.

>Appoint her into the Imperial Research Director.
>Tell her to remain a courtier and stay out of trouble.
>Appoint her into the Defense Director.
>Write-In

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The Year is 2679, and it is a mess. An actual fucking mess. Hundreds of years of proxy wars and the rise of mega-corporations have birthed both horrific biological hazards, and the largest world war in Food history. Tens of millions of Foods have died in the conflict, and the concept of nations and countries by food producers have ceased to exist, territories are now divided by the Food Pyramid.

But this change wasn't perfect either. There were foods that didn't belong in the Pyramid, and those criticized and ridiculed by the other food groups for who and what...
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1:41 AM on a Sunday before the dawn, when even the crickets were asleep and the air was soundless, Starman gazed out of his window at phosphorescence and distant starlight.

He couldn't sleep. This was one of many nights where sleep did not come. He sat on his bed and opened his window and the breeze would hit his cheek and his neck and he could feel the wetness of it against his sweat and know that there would be rain in the morning or in the afternoon. Rain in the next night.

Starman was going to die in 3 years. In exactly 3 years, to the date and to the...
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Light flashes into his eyes as he rose.

He wakes up as if in a trance. The air felt unusually heavy, like it was enough to suffocate him. He knew something was wrong in this scene, and he exactly knows what it was.

He was supposed to be dead.

"Are you alright? You seem you had a bad dream." Hinata asks.

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Post summaries of your favorite quests, why you think people should join them and when they can catch the next thread.

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New civ quest.

Ground rules:

Roll 1d20 and make a suggestion. Roll determines how well it will go. Vote for which suggestion you think is best, highest number of votes wins. In case of tie, highest roll wins. Crits are enabled.

Now, get to voting.
Now, get to voting on

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Hey /QST/ I need some help, there was a bomb ass quest made from a troll thread a while back called hood quest. Anyways the thing is I can't remember the characters names so if anyone from that thread remembers can you help out? I plan on writing out an idea for a story and qm'ing it but I've never done this before so it'll be a while.

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Previous: >>313265
Schedule (inconsistent, sorry): https://twitter.com/Scoundrel_OP
Inventory/CS: http://pastebin.com/cFJfscrH

Kaz... I'm already a Devaronian.

3950 BBY, shortly after the defeat of the Triumvirate...

You are Nas Rennow, a Devaronian bounty hunter with more bark than bite. You're all (devilish) smiles when druk hits the fan, but sometimes even a good attitude isn't enough to deflect beams to the head. The Force can do that, but you'd rather never deal with that perverted pseudo-spiritual monstrosity ever again.

Sure, the Force is dying or something, but you're too busy being a Nar Shaddaa hotshot to care. There are more important things in life, like stabilizing your financial situation and shooting people for a living. Maybe you'll even upgrade to an apartment on one of the upper levels of the city, if you're lucky.

You have a sneaking suspicion that your employers at the Exchange are beginning to see you as some kind of miracle-working errand boy, as their most recent assignment saw you hijacking a shuttle and tricking a Hutt Cartel crime lord into a kidnapping.

Soon you'll be visiting your new "friend", Gwan. He's not much to look at, and he certainly isn't endowed with the gift of the gab, but he may just be your ticket to bailing your friend Dalt Frey out of his overwhelming swoop debts.

Alternatively, you may be able to finish things up with the Exchange and get some payment for your troubles.

Current Agenda:

>Take a bath before meeting up with Gwan. Sure, you're late, but you'd rather not offend a Weequay with bad pheromones. {slight bonus to most dialogue options taken in person; more professional and presentable}
>Go to the meeting with Gwan.
- or -
>Head back to the Exchange lockup. They'll pull every card they can to get out of paying you for a job-well-done, but you're good at negotiating.
>Regardless of which choice you take, you'd like to get your toes fixed later on. You broke two of them only minutes ago in a daring escape from a rooftop blaster-fight. {very slight detriment to character's mobility in certain rolls}

Next post incoming. Don't reply to this one!

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Hark!

The brazen bells of midnight upon the darkness toll,
But sleep, life's custom agent, won't take from me his dole;
Down paths so many follow, death would my spirit lead,
And death, when all considered, resembles life indeed;
While in my heart the balance does level stand between
And neither to the one, nor to the other lean.

Welcome to the Monster's Ball. It always starts at midnight. Enter a name on https://en.shindanmaker.com/497807 and join in! Conflicts are resolved with d666s when needed, or with playing it out. When...
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