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You are a worthless blob in a world with eternal night.
Before you can do anything, however, you need a name.
What will you be called?
Highest roll within 2-3 minutes will decide
>>20948
Oh yeah, and dice rolls need to be 2d10
Rolled 98, 20 = 118 (2d100)
>>20948
Bobby
>What is this?
An old school dungeon crawl. Traps are deadly, monsters are scary and death is swift and painful. Don't forget your 10' pole!
You are in the Amazeing Tower. You are:
>A wizard seeking a cure for his illness
>A fighter seeking his lover
>A priest seeking money for his cause
>A ranger seeking blood
>A thief seeking to revive his dead wife
You will...
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>>18363
>A wizard seeking a cure for his illness
Let us entertain each other.
>>18373
Our wizards illness is actually a birth defect causing his left leg to be longer than his right forcing him to hobble everywhere.
Controls:
>>North, South, East, West
Roam the vast nothingness that consumes you.
>>Try (Action)
Take leave from your contemplation, DO SOMETHING!
>>Look at (Thing)
Use your vast perception to take in the only thing that matters, Information!
Rules:
1. If the need arises for a random probability, the roll will be determined by the last number of the post I respond to.
2. It is suggested that you use the controls specified above.
3....
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>>41479
Try to duplicate.
>>41479
Look at yourself
>>41500
Alas it cannot, for it has never had a companion. Can't you see that the very thought of this pains it? Look at that forlorn face.
Starting a new game, letting /qst/ make all the decisions.
Roll 1d10, highest number says what I'm gonna do.
CHOOSE YOUR CHARACTER
Albert, Max Stone, Natalia, or custom?
>>31563
Our name is Custom.
Rolled 6 (1d10)
Custom
>>31571
>>31573
Cool, what's our stats?
You are Randy Rhodes.
You recently heard about this exciting new website called Reddit. You've been dying to try it out, so here you are! You see a ton of things to click on and explore, but you are unsure of what to do. Maybe you should make an account so you can communicate with your fellow Redditors? Or maybe you should check up some subreddits first. What are you going to do first?
> make account
>>30593
Search for cuckolding subreddits
>>30611
>>30612
You decide to check up some cuckholding subs after making an account. You get to the account creation screen, and put in your usual password (ilovebbc), but you quickly realize you have no idea what to name yourself!
What should your username be?
You suddenly stop spacing out. The softness of your rug on your bare feet surprises you. You have no memory of what you were doing up to now. Were you sleeping or doing something else? Do you past doings even matter? You do not know, and you are in a state of confusion. You remember the horrible orange walls, color chosen by your mother. It is almost daybreak, but not quite yet. That´s all you can conclude for now. What do you do?
>>20160
Climb out of window
Throw the chair through the window.
You are now standing on the sill of your window. There is chilly breeze outside. You remembered that you live in a rather...tall building. What do you do next?
Welcome to Lee Carvallo's Putting Challenge. Would you like to play?
Highest replies (1d100) after 5 minutes win, 100 is auto-win.
Rolled 91 (1d100)
USE A DRIVER!
Rolled 61 (1d100)
>>17559Is there a form to roll the dice and sage at the same time?
Rolled 43 (1d100)
gooo
Welcome to Banished Quest!
You take the role of a young mage labeled a criminal by his people and cast out into the wider world. In the last thread you ascended beyond your mortal confines, returned to your companions, and revealed what a horny bastard you secretly are.
It is currently the 30th of Svarthi, in the year 936 NH.
Character Sheet:
http://pastebin.com/8wLGz3HQ
Inventory:
http://pastebin.com/9mxDQn7N
Companions:
http://pastebin.com/tWc3Zjje
Spellbook:
http://pastebin.com/Tu1sVEnQ
Runic Library:
http://pastebin.com/7zQt9XLy
Current...
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You sit in the courtyard of your family's palace surrounded by your companions and entirely nude. This was perhaps a foreseeable consequence of having your draconic skin burn away your skin and flesh such that your companions might collectively repair the damage you'd previously caused yourself in order to ensure your survival in a conflict against an ancient monstrosity from beyond the mortal realm. At some point, it might be worthwhile to take the time necessary in order to enchant a set of clothes with the reinforce rune, because you feel like this is becoming an all too common occurrence.
Normally this would be a remarkably uncomfortable situation, and in some ways it is. The deserts of Pidjata grow remarkably cold once deprived of the sun's warmth, and tonight is no different. However, you have neither the time nor the inclination to feel any sort of embarrassment regarding your present state of undress. Because you have sprouted a set of horns. Each one is perhaps a foot long. They flare out to either side of your head before curving down and inwards. The tips of both are sharp enough that they'd likely cause quite a lot of damage if you could put enough force behind them.
Gripping your new horns, you find them curiously warm to the touch. You suppose that blood flows through them just as anywhere else. As a test you give them a firm tug forward. It doesn't hurt, but you find it's remarkably easy to twist your head about by pulling on either of the bony protrusions. That may prove a disadvantage should you ever be forced to engage someone with your fist. They also pose issues regarding your various armors. None of your helmets have spaces cut in the side to allow horns to pass through, and even if they did it would seem nearly impossible to fit a helmet over both horns.
These logistical issues aside, how in Pani's name are you going to explain this to your mother and father? How will you explain this to society at large? Will they think you a freak, or does the common man still recall those tales of Surya's Children charging at the vanguard of the Hiacian formation to crush the armies of Rhynia?
At least Zahak seems enthusiastic about this new development. He cranes his long neck around the side of your chair, pressing his own much larger horns to yours. They clack together loudly, the sound perhaps amplified by the silence which descended over the courtyard. {They look different than mine but I like Papa's horns.} Your son's voice intones at the periphery of your thoughts. Excitement and curiosity roll off of him in waves.
“What... why do you have horns? This doesn't make any sense! People don't just grow horns!” Darzi's voice cuts through the quiet, more confused than angry.
Profectus answers before you're able. “Hey, maybe Mikhael just grows horns. Maybe he was cursed by that spirit he fought, or maybe it's because of one of the artifacts he uses. At this point I'm barely even surprised by the shit which goes on with him.”
(1/3?)
First
Much Love Senpai, thank you for writing
That's honestly not a bad guess, though you think you have a better as to why you sprouted horns. It's likely due to the nature of your Grandmaster meditation. Perhaps, by reinforcing the shell and momentarily discarding your mortal form, you somehow altered your self-image. However, for now you think you'll leave them guessing. Just for a while longer.
“Maybe we somehow made a mistake?” Mortia suggest. “I don't know much about Water magic, not truly, but it could be we... I don't know, healed his skull too much? I know there are certain...
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Welcome to Cultural Evo, the game of MULTIFACETED GROWTH. In Cultural Evo, you will control both a small but growing village, interact with other villages, and watch as your village's culture grows and changes with the years as events force them to grapple with new introductions to their worldview.
Continuing TURN 7.
The prior thread was HERE!
>>29797
Posting the current culture sheets, feel free to claim them at any time.
Sand Tribe 4lyfe.
>>35078
Brush Boys represent!
My name is Falconhoof,
and I will be your guide on your quest.
Greetings line 1 what is your name traveler?
Rolled 88 (1d100)
>>34590
Doktoro Esperanto
>>34624
Okay let us begin.
You're standing in a room with one door.
On the wall is a painting.
In the room is a table with a dagger.
What would you like to do?
>>34676
Stab the painting with the dagger.
You are Bill O'Reilly.
Today is your first day at FOX NEWS.
Yell at secretary
Yell at boss
Blame the liberals.
A drop of water splashes across your nose, blurringly waking you for what feels like the first time. A ceiling of ancient cracked stone hangs above you, and in the time it takes your eyes to adjust to the dim light, the muffled rumbling of thunder accompanies another wet splash across your face. The roughly hewn stone beneath you still held some lingering traces of warmth against your body, speaking of the long time you had evidently spent curled up in this place before awaking.
The room felt familiar to you, and even more so you find the stone arrangement you were sitting on to be something that elicited a distant, fond nostalgia... Yet as your eyes narrowed in thought, you realized you couldn't recall why it was important to you. Twin tails bristled behind you, a fact that felt natural and alien to you all at once; It was one of many confusing sentiments that you were quickly becoming familiar with as you looked around the otherwise dark room. Statues stood imperiously along the walls, carved into heavy armors and even heavier weapons which would never leave their petrified grasp. Before the stone platform upon which you sat, a bowl of oddly scented ash lay cold and abandoned; Its oddly aromatic smell clinging stubbornly to the otherwise musty air of the room.
This, too, was familiar to you. As you leaped down from your resting place to avoid a third raindrop bouncing off of your face, you furiously attempt to claw through the depths of your unresponsive memories in order to get a grasp on what was happening. For as many familiar things that you recognized around you, not a single memory of them could be attributed. Even the inscriptions which had once adorned the stone tablet you were sitting on having long since faded, offering you frustratingly little insight into your predicament.
A feeling of unease filled you restlessly, driving you to pace the room as you attempted to understand what had led you here. With little to go on besides a sense of gnawing discontent in your gut, your vulpine ears fold back flatly against your skull in displeasure.
Echoes through the hall alerted you to the muffled voices and footsteps of someone else moving through the dark ruins you had awoken inside of. You felt disoriented, and were growing more disgruntled with every passing moment. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, the foreign presence within your ruins gave you an almost instinctual reaction to focus on.
>The desire to go greet them.
>The desire to drive them away.
>The desire to feed.
>The desire to kill.
>Ignore your feelings, investigate the room.
>Other? (write-in)
>>37722
>Ignore your feelings, investigate the room.
EMOTIONS ARE FOR THE WEAK
Desire to bang them.
>>37722
>The desire to feed.
Your name, as said, is Neil Mcman. So far you have managed to:
Ruin some furries' day
Scare your neighbor
Try to off yourself
Eat cardboard
Break your leg
and Fall down an endless hole. which is where we left off at.
You've had a busy day
You awake with a jolt.. again.
This time you're drooling and also bleeding from the same place, that's an interesting taste.
What will you do?
Previous: >>32803
>>36336
Check surroundings.
>>36336
inventory multicolored body fluids and take stock of our surroundings
>>36336
check surroundings and make sure you arent dead
There's blood in your mouth. You try to spit it out, but more replaces it. Your ears are ringing, blocking out all other sound... no, wait, that's the alarm. You try to move, get your bearings, but you don't have any power. Slowly, your eyes come into focus, shaking off smoke and fire.
No arm.
It's the first thing you realize, that your entire left arm is missing from the shoulder down. Perhaps fortunately, the scream that rises in your throat is choked by blood and you pass from panic to zen acceptance by the time your coughing...
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>... a girl in ornate armor and riding boots, wielding a long polearm.
>... a girl in ornate armor and riding boots, wielding a long polearm.
Hell yeah motherfucker.
>... a girl in ornate armor and riding boots, wielding a long polearm.
rider?
What is Anon's quest? It's a quest where you can roll 12 different classes. You get to roll 1 dice 12 for your class and after you roll 3 dice 20 for female party members, you can adventure with 3 maximum. One's anon quest can be a different than another anon. They'll have a different party with different encounters and different stories, depending on what your party members are, it can become chaotic when you get to roll party members with different natures like Succubus and Sage girl or Drow girl won't be very much cooperative. I'm quite lunatic...
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Rolled 11 (1d12)
>>15238
Rolled 7 (1d12)
>>15238
Class
>>15310
>>15325
in the options menu, you have to write "dice+1d12", then you have to change to "dice+3d20"
