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Important Mission Notes: You and your crew of 5 were just sent on a mission to get supplies for your small home planet of Sygan-428.
In order to have a successful mission, you were given an E-Class Cruiser Type ship, of which you may name whatever your heart desires.
You were also given 50,000 Credits (for purchase of the mission objective), however you were also given 2,000 Credits to be spent at your leisure, and will be given 150,000 Credits upon successful completion of your mission.
Now tell me, Captain. What will be the name of your Vessel?
>>255054
USS Pandella
Come on. There has to be someone out there who wants to do this shit.
Buttplunger 9000
OOOH SHIT ZOMBIES!!!
Welcome to Zompocalpyse! An RPG with building/managing aspects where you, the player, create your character and lead your people through these trying times!
Firstly, where are you based (roll 1d100)
1-25= New York City (face it, being in urban areas suck)
26-50=Somewhere in New England (less crowded than NYC but still populous enough to cause troubles)
51-75=Somewhere in the South (more farms, living space, unlooted towns etc)
76-100= Somewhere desolate (a practically complete safe area with food and supplies aplenty)
Rolled 30 (1d100)
Hoping for the South
Rolled 37 (1d100)
Let's see.
Rolled 27 (1d100)
>>251644
A heavy pounding on your door jerks you out of your sleep, heart thudding in your chest.
"Michael, Mom says to come downstairs and eat breakfast at a reasonable hour. There's bacon!" Mia's voice carries well through the thin door, and you can hear the barely-hidden satisfaction at getting to wake you up early on a Saturday. When you don't answer right away, she knocks again, even louder than before.
"Yeah, I heard you! Don't need to break my door!" You can hear Mia laugh and head downstairs, no doubt excited for a whole day at tennis camp. You personally don't get the excitement behind wacking a ball back and forth across a court all day, but hey, you're probably not a good sample. After all, you're the kind of guy who performs dark ceremonies in his basement in the dead of night on roadkill.
That's when it hits you. Everything had seemed so normal, you'd almost forgot about it, but the baggie labeled "SKUNKBRO" is still sitting in the drawer of your nightstand, confirming every crazy thing that happened...unless you're just going nuts. Not likely, considering how real everything felt, and how sane you currently feel. You still have a hard time accepting it though, in the face of such overwhelming normality. In any case, it's time to go downstairs.
A pair of cargo shorts and a t-shirt later, you're heading down to the kitchen. Your Dad's frying an egg while your mom sprinkles sugar on a grapefruit and your sister shovels down some cornflakes. You snag a crispy piece of bacon off the table and spread jam on some swiftly-made toast. You're starving. Guess violating the sanctity of a skunk's soul really takes it out of you.
"You see this story about the walking corpse?" Your dad asks, gesturing to the newspaper on the counter. He's a middle-aged man, but still vigorous, with not too much grey in his dark hair or his well-trimmed beard. He still beats you occasionally when the two of you shoot hoops in the driveway, though less often than he used to.
"Yeah, David sent a link to some news story about it to me a while ago. I thought that was a few months ago, though? Why's it in the paper now?" you ask through a mouthful of toast, spraying a few crumbs in your sister's direction.
"Another one happened. Second in as many months! I hope they clear it up soon, or we're gonna be known as the zombie town. The tourists will be awful." He adds this last bit with a little chuckle, sliding his egg out of the pan and onto a plate.
Another body getting up off the slab and just walking out of a morgue? No way that's natural. And considering what you learned about the nature of death last night, it certainly suggests some very disturbing things.
"The paper say where it happened?" You ask innocently, trying to sound only vaguely curious.
"Yeah, St. Marciana's, just downtown. They've caught a lot of flak over it, some people are saying they're just letting body snatchers walk right in."
Somehow you doubt that's the real issue.
Scarfing down the last of your toast, you grab your backpack (with a flashlight, pocket knife, a notebook, the Grimoire of Barnaby Sikes, and Skunkbro's bone carefully packed away inside) you start out the front door.
"Where are you off to, Michael?" calls your mom from the kitchen. She's a little older than your dad, though not by much, but seems to move a bit slower than he does. She's more likely to spend a little time in the garden or the study than out jogging or swimming like him.
"Just meeting some friends!" You answer automatically,...
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>>251161
>The cemetery Skunkbro mentioned last night with the "learned man", Jacob
Plus the hope seeing cute goth chicks.
>>251282
>Other
Grab some bologna so we can summon skunkbro just in case.
Welcome to The Lost Island Quest. Last thread our hero, Alan Rodain, reunited old friends, helped his girlfriend process recent events and was reminded his birthday is coming up soon. Now, he answers the deep philosophical question about what material gift he wishes to receive in celebration of the event.
http://pastebin.com/W5vqnRBU (Character Sheet)
http://pastebin.com/3LPDLd9u (NPCs)
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=lost+island
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Lost%20Island
(I don't need anything.) you finally think after a quick deliberation.
(Nobody needs a birthday present.) she thinks as she kicks you playfully. (But do you want one?)
(Maybe a hat?) you shrug.
She laughs. (Alright. Maybe a hat. Thank you. I was afraid there for a moment I might have to interrogate you for an answer.)
(Knew I should have held out a bit longer. Now I missed out.) You wink at her as you drain your fifth glass of Blackburn's best wine.
She quirks an eyebrow. (I did say “something I can wrap”)...
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>>251667
>Use magic to talk to Pascala
>See if you can pull off meditation
Gotta try both.
Fortunately, we assimilated the elven ability to replace sleep with a few hours of meditation a while back, so we should be okay without a full 8 hours of sleep.
>>251667
>>Use magic to talk to Pascala
>>See if you can pull off meditation
"Pick a card, any card!" Edition
The Tales of Jack Chitin is a fantasy adventure with a good amount of gallows humor. The quest includes: custom art, light tabletop combat scenes and an emphasis on lore and world building.
Chapter summary pictures
Want to catch up with the story, but don't like reading a lot of dialogue? The chapter summaries contain key scenes with a short description.
WARNING: Plot spoilers though
Chapter 1
http://i.imgur.com/3mY3ac5.png
Chapter 2
http://i.imgur.com/ey5XApB.png
Chapter 3
Still ongoing!
Archive
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Last thread
>>234149
Sit back, relax, the adventure continues momentarily!
Alright, posting the next scene in a minute.
Take note that the last scene was Jack having an epiphany and you guys agreed to go talk to Carnifex first. However, that won't be the next scene. We are taking a short break from Jack and crew to focus on a verypurr-culiarbut familiar character.
