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You are asleep
>>229449
Wake up, you lazy shite. It's 12 in the afternoon.
>>229449
You fucking shite, you're late for work. Useless piece of shit.
>>229482
Aye, listen to this man, you lazy shite. We raise you and you treat us this way? Bloody freeloader.
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The USS Elridge is a bunch of pseudo-random bullshit churned out by hack writers trying to push some overhyped conspiracy theory bullshit. Those are the facts, as you and every other living, breathing officer of the United States Navy is well aware. It is beyond question.
And yet, in this moment - you believe.
Kongou does not merely leave. She does not make herself scarce, bail out, scoot, RTB at buster or even de-ass the area. She simply vanishes. You feel a slight disturbance in the air as the vacuum where whence she was is filled - or perhaps its a disturbance in the force, as if millions of voices cried out KONGOU! and the very presence of DESS itself was summoned to answer their prayers. Loose papers on Goto's desk are still fluttering to the floor as you process what just happened.
You turn to find Goto's office door is now sporting a very large hole - complete with two little slots at the top roughly the size of Kongou's headpiece.
Hamp tilts his head to peer through the hole at you.
“Hey,” you say conversationally, giving him a wave. “Sup?”
“... uhm,” Hamp attempts. “It. Uh...” He strokes his chin. You open your mouth, but he holds up a finger to silence you, his brow furrowed in concentration - he's got this. “Okay. It was a Canadian going superluminal.”
The only reply that deserves is a patient, searching stare. He stares back, taking the longest, slowest, most leisurely draft of his ever-present Starbucks as he can manage. Finally he rolls his shoulders into a surrender shrug, sighing gustily. “It looked like a split-second streak of plaid light, okay?”
You continue to stare.
“It fits the empirical observations, fuck you!” Hamp says defensively. He scowls at you through the holed door and leans against the wall again, putting him out of sight.
“ADMIRAL GOTO! ADMIRAL GOTO!” you hear someone in the lobby yelling - Fubuki. “Yuudachi, she's...” Fubuki makes eye contact with you through the Kongou-shaped void. Her expression slides clean off her face, leaving nothing but the blank, questioning look of the Damned.
You feel a gentle sea breeze sneak in through the window behind you, reminding you of how easily you could escape.
[ ] WRITE-IN
>>226262
I'm filling in as director of this asylum for Admiral Goto. How may I help you?
*sssssssssssssssssipsipsip.*
Goddamn cannucks and their breaking of time-space causality.
IT BEGINS!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FBYxPsvbEIg
A young woman stands in her bedroom. It just so happens that today, the third of May, 2016, is this young woman's birthday, for real this time. Though it was fifteen years ago she was given life, it is only today she will be given a name!
===>
What will the name of this young lady be?
> Lememe Lorde
Try again, smartass.
>>220012
Are we doing Lucy, brainstormed girl or a new one entirely. I'd prefer either the second or third
>>220027
What kind of a name is that? Try again, smartass.
>>220012
> Present image to clarify nature of text-based medium.
The text-based nature of the medium in which you exist seems pretty clear to you. This is a picture of you, should you require one.
However your name is not Lucy Andrea.
> Present image of room.
Your room is spartan, bordering on bleak. Your ascetic aesthetic would be accurately represented by a blank white page, perhaps with a single vertical black bar set off-center. This can be imagined easily enough.
Yes, you have a computer in your room.
Yes, it is an Apple device. Obviously.
Anyway yeah you have a bed and a window and stuff; it's just all rather minimalistic.
Jenny Ambrose
Let's try something slightly different, /qst/: A nationbuilding game. You will take each take the roll of a burgeoning nation in a primitive world, and lead it to glory, forging alliances and making enemies with the other players. To start, just submit a nation sheet:
Nation Name: (What your new nation is called)
Nation Race(s): (What kind of peoples inhabit your nation)
Color: (Your color on the map)
Fluff: (Helps determine eccentricities; you can add on to it (or delete no longer applicable bits) as your young nation grows!)
Location: (where you want to start on the map)
-Don't fill out (unless told to)-
Settlements: (player-named capital)
Population(+growth/turn): (Generated by GM)
Food(-x/turn): (Determines pop. growth)
Structures: player-fluff government building
Defenses: (GM generated)
Military: (GM generated)
Tech: (GM Generated)
Resources: (GM Generated)
Bonuses: (GM Generated)
Flaws: (GM Generated)
The GM (Me), will then stat you, and the game will start if and when we have a sufficient number of players. Dice rolls will be used to determine the success or failure of your actions, but player/player interactions will be completely up to you. I'll be monitoring the thread and might create an IRC chatroom if people are interested.
Don't know how well received this will be, but let's give it a shot.
>>219837
Race as in diffrent ethnicity like Caucasian and asian or fantasy races?
>>219837
how crazy can we get with the races?
What time period would this take place in
You are woken up by the feeling of a warm liquid running through your hair and down your face. You could have sworn you were just walking a second ago. Everything seems fuzzy and there’s a pretty loud ringing in your ears. You take a breath and cough as bits of dirt enter your mouth, and not soon after.. your mouth is greeted with the wonderful taste of copper. Trying to focus your eyes, a red blur overtakes your left field of vision.
‘Oh… This is my blood.’
It all started coming back to you now. School had just let out, and you were on your way home when you felt something slam into the back of your head. The ringing in your ears started to let up as you could start to hear voices, Loud angry voices.
”You hear me small ears? You don’t belong here..
”Why don’t you take your whore of a mother and go live with the humans?”
”You better just up N’ leave before you end up dead halfy. We ain’t gonna go easy next time."
Small ears… Halfy… They were some of the dumbest insults you ever had the displeasure of listening too, but that’s what they called you. Normally you weren’t the kind of guy to take this shit lying down, but it didn’t matter how many times you told your arms to move, you were stuck there, motionless on the ground. It seems your classmates had grown a pretty big pair since hitting adulthood. The 3 distinct voices kept up the verbal assault about how you’re no good, don’t deserve to be amongst the elves, and deserve to be killed. Pretty big talk for a bunch of cowards having to strike you from behind with god knows what.. Something heavy. Your head was killing you, but hopefully not literally.
The 3 men started delivering kicks into your hips and back, causing your muscles to spasm as the pain shot through your body, It didn’t hurt nearly as bad as it should have and that started to worry you. It was then that you could hear a soft, faint voice calling out from the distance.
”Stop right now!.
The voice was very familiar to you, It was…
>your best friend from since you were a kid.
>your homeroom teacher.
>one of the town guards.
>write in
>>224914
>one of the town guards.
>>224914
>one of the town guards
>>224914
>One of the town guards
You slowly slip out of the grip of sleep, onto the rather uncomfortable bed of wakefulness- slowly becoming aware to the unpleasant sensations associated with said awake-ness. Namely: a throat as dry as a desert, a headache that feels like it could break away from your head at any point and become an independent nation and a raw hard pressure placed against the right of your face.
You open your eyes.
You are on the floor of a bleak room of brick, concrete and dirt that seems to be stuck in a permanent state of grayscale.
You rise from the puddle of saliva that has since developed around your aching head and stare dim-witted at your surroundings. After a few seconds- much longer than you would like to admit- something clicks and you recognize this as a swimming pool- probably one belonging to a school judging by the layout of the room and the presence of a row of seats.
You cannot recall anything of the night prior, and although the salty taste in your mouth shows you are suffering from mild dehydration. you do not feel hungry.
A sudden wave of panic grabs at you upon the realization that you are very likely to have been taken from your home in the middle of the night. Following up on this sterling observation you move onto going through that almost spasmodic series of pats that everyone develops, taping your clothes around the pockets to see if you have your valuables still on your person. You note that you are not in your pyjamas, but instead, in your school uniform, which is- surprisingly- not at all dirty despite your filthy surroundings.
It occurs to you that you might be kidnapped. It also occurs to your that you might be under the influence of a drug- especially how it has taken you this long to note the fact you have awoken where you most certainly have not fallen to sleep and to conclude that this is a cause for concern.
You do not feel particularly dizzy or strange, (but you could have sworn you felt pretty dizzy- and almost lightheaded to the point of vacancy when you awoke here) so you might not have been drugged. This is good. Well. Actually; if it has taken you this long to panic about being potentially kidnapped or rapped without being drugged you may very well have brain damage. Congratulations.
You check yourself for any signs of trauma on your body. Mild bruising on the part of your body that had been against the floor. You conclude that you have probably slept here for the good part of the night.
You frown. If you had spent the night sleeping in this shithole, then why is your school uniform pristine- actually much neater than it is when you normally wear it.
Suddenly a voice booms out over a PA system:
"Would the candidate please rise and step into the centre of the room. The Test shall begin shortly"
What shall you do?
rise and step into the centre of the room
>>222332
This
LAST TIME ON CHAOS QUEST: >>205733
Now with 11 legions left to make, you better get started because it has now been 4 years since you sent away your sons to different worlds.
With help from the Emperor and Old Ones: you are now making legions, ten down eleven to go.
Now to make these legions
>>218267
Oh fucking great, my computer crashed just as the new thread goes up... Hope I can fix it, I hate posting from mobile...
Here are the primarchs currently without legions
>XII - Maurs, The Dark Architect - Commander of the fleet, and master tactician. Always ten steps ahead of his foes, their counter-strategies are always anticipated. and inevitably lead into an elaborately planned trap.
>XIII - Andross the Life-forger - While not as much of a fighter as his brothers, he's a master of creating new lifeforms with various uses.
>XIV - Ragnar Oak, "Bulwark of the New Imperium" - A stout hearted warrior primarch, wielding a huge shield. Leads slow moving heavy forces to defend and reinforce the New Imperium's conquered territories.
>XV - Amenhotep "Silverskin" - Obsessed with archeotec. Amazing regenerative capabilities, incorporating metal into scar tissue. Jealous of his psyker brothers and therefore dislikes psykers.
>XVI - Mothos - A necromantic psyker who studies in the occult and preforms funeral rights while not in battle, despite his powers of necromancy he has yet to find a way to truly resurrect someone from the dead
>XVII - Garghumie the Skarred- A primarch who grew to adulthood on an Ork world, after subduing a Waaagh he can tap into the Orky power of the Waaagh giving him pseudo-psychic powers.
>XVIII - Krain, The Emperor's Voice
>Stands as the negotiator of the primarchs.
>His ability to persuade people is so phenomenal that entire armies have been known to lay down arms and become Imperial subjects after his rhetoric. An average fighter among his brothers, yet known to inspire mere mortals to great feats of heroism.
1/2
>XIX - Benzelor "Stormrider" - Embodies his father's spontaneity, and habit of charging headlong into battles others may deem unwinnable. Believes that the best place for a warrior is in the thickest part of a battle. Favours jump packs, deep strikes, and drop pods. Maintains a playful rivalry with Endris, both teasing each other for their preferred style of combat. Although constantly bickering, have a strong friendship, as they often work together to achieve what they might not individually. Was somehow persuaded by Garhumie that red ones actually do go faster, so always wears red warpaint.
>XX - Azryl "The Spider" - No particular specialties in terms of combat or forces. Sinks great effort into gathering information from his widely dispersed web of informants, scouts, and spies. Seems to know everything about everyone in the New Imperium and surrounding territories. The adaptes under him are sworn to serve in silence (except when specifically sanctioned, if the fix it the Imperium requires it). Communicating with electronic interfaces, with the exception of specifically trained speaking Chaplains known as "Voices of the Legion" of just "Voices". Tend to work in smaller groups and even as solo agents, much more so than other chapters. Allows them to spread further, and listen to the whispers of the galaxy.
>XXI - Perseus the Navigator - Smaller and less martial than his fellow Primarchs. With nothing in the materium or immaterium escaping his gaze, his unparralleled proficiency to navigate the warp means that warp storms pose no problem for him. His genetic makeup is designed not to interfere with the genetic makeup and reproductive capabilities of navigators (a specialised cocktails of purpose built steroids and growth hormones) allowing his navigator astartes to prosper. A nice guy especially towards stable mutants.
2/2
Porting the int game over here as theres a hgher chance of getting dubs and you can roll
>>>/int/60427774
If you're new all the stuff is here
Currently: Deciding what the name of the tribe should be, what the village should be called and its location
You can roll a d100 or just post with instructions
if you get dubs or higher for any your instructions are followed. Trips override dubs and so on. Pic related is currently where the tribe is settled.
Tribe name: you're mom lol
tribe name: ooga booga
village name: boogaville
locastion: north of sabana westpunt
Rolled 5 (1d100)
>>229745
Tribe name: Motuhake
Village name: Vaomatua Tagata
Location: Tera Cota
Hello, and welcome to redneck quest!
You're just a good ol' fashioned southern boy who's lost his way to the ol' spittoon and needs some help. That's where you come in!
First, he needs a classy redneck name...
>>228020
Chevrolet Stuart
>>228030
Ah, yes! Your name is Chevrolet Stuart! Your father was so proud to have a son of his own when you were first conceived, that he decided to name you after his (second) favorite car!
Now, where to?
You are a supreme being on a young and fresh world. You are undetectable, yet you possess a specific set of powers: You can add mutations to the creatures that inhabit it.
The world itself is a simple one, a rock globe covered in a shallow see, with the deepest point being twenty meters (60ft) under water, and the shallowest half a meter (1-2 ft). Several creatures inhabit this world, yet you will only change these four, and their offspring. Will you make them thrive? Or will you make them shrivel? It is all up to you, and your friends.
Welcome to the Shallow Waters Evo game!
Rules/How to play:
>Take the art of a creature already existing, be it a basic one, or one already modified by another user. How many times it has been modified already does not matter, but make sure you are not the last person who modified it.
>Open MS Paint, or any other drawing program
>Add a small, semi-realistic mutation to the creature. That means, a thicker shell, spikes, functionless and small appendages, etc.
>Post it in the thread, with a small description of what changes you made.
>To work to something greater, like functional wings, multiple steps need to be made (eg. Minor appendage -> Big appendage -> Feathers for gliding -> Functioning wing)
>Once every while, an extinction event will take place. Any affected creature that does not adapt before it takes place, will go extinct. Extinct creatures can no longer evolve.
DO's and DON'T's
>Do participate, no matter how bad your art is. Most people are shit at MS Paint here, so never be ashamed
>Do completely change the art of a creature, if you're okay/good at art and stuff, and if you feel a creature needs it, because it's getting too full or something.
>Do work on other branches, and the creatures of others
>Do be a nice guy
>Don't complain when your OC Waifu and its entire branch goes extinct
>Don't add mutations that are too complex (eg. fully functioning eyes, incredible wings etc). Realism of the mutations themselves doesn't really matter, as long as it can be semi-scientifically explained, and again, are not too complex at once. (DO : Fire breathing because gas from the creature's gas bags are released and ignited by a small spark in the creature's throat. DONT : This creature conjures fire when breathing)
>Don't add a mutation to a creature whose last addition was also by you. This can be forgiven when no one within ~2-3 hours / 50 posts has mutated them, or they are about to go extinct.
>Don't devolve mutations made to your own creature because you dislike them or have other plans with the creature.
I will make a regularly updated evolution tree, in which all mutations/species are listed, and if they're extinct or not.
Posting separate art of the organisms for editing after this post.
>>217294
Evolve better adaptation to cold and warm water.
And longer claws.
>>217294
The Cluster Flork develop siphons to help move water through their newly improved system of gills. These siphons also help in movement by propelling the Cluster Flork through water.
>>217199
Some murks began standing on 4 of their feet in an attempt to reach and pluck the juicy bits of tall plant life. Generations of exploiting this untapped niche have created the murktaurs. Their front legs degraded since they don't use them for walking as much as before and their mid and hind legs strengthened to support the new posture.
New risk thread to escape from
>>222638
He is "that" OP.
>greenland
>yellow
>coolguyland
Rolled 1053 (1d10000)
>>223053
Take the Bahamas, and creep south through Central America.
>>223053
Mauga Sinasina
Cyan
Brazil
"Paying us a visit so soon?" Your aunt had welcomed you not three steps past the front door, staring down at you from the overlooking balcony of the second floor. You looked up without a second thought as she had abruptly announced her presence, and only seconds later did you notice the self-satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Here your uncle and I thought you to be a recluse."
Raid and the rest of your demihuman troupe had been left in the courtyard outside, gathered together with strict instructions to behave themselves and not cause problems. After the realization they had been expecting you to mug people for the past few days, you had felt it necessary to additionally specify that you were here for information, not theft, murder, or any other acts of illegality. In the first place, this was your family's house - you had no reason for any of that.
You weren't certain if they would actually obey you or not; Part of you wondered if maybe you should have left Kara out there to supervise them.
"So tell me, what brings my sister's child this far out?" Those thoughts aside, you had more direct concerns to address. "Has something come up regarding Carona's reconstruction effort?"
You technically had the rights to access the Valen Archives now that you had passed the Rite, but your aunt likely had any manner of direction you needed... And all it would cost was to ask. You stare up at the commanding woman, feeling some detail about the current situation nagging familiarly at your memory. If anyone would know about the Fae in this family, you suppose it would be the acting head...
But that just raised so many more questions.
Questions that you weren't convinced you could pay the price to have answered.
>Talk about Carona
>Where is your uncle?
>You came to check something in the archives
>Ask about something? (what?)
>Other? (Write-in)Freebie: Why is the scene familiar? Your aunt seems amused, and every second you don't understand why is eating at you.
Previous Threads:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Valen+Quest (1-43)
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Valen%20Quest (44+)
Where things are said: https://twitter.com/Riz_QM
Where things are asked: http://ask.fm/RizQM
Assorted Supplemental:
Current Abilities - http://pastebin.com/PchcdWpw
A List of Forgotten Things - http://pastebin.com/kPEscJ3h
Irue's Memoires - http://pastebin.com/sWnicrK7
Write-ups:
Kara's Day Out - http://pastebin.com/8ZbiSKLs
Adventures with Asche - http://pastebin.com/RNviCBJu
The Reclaimed Doll - http://pastebin.com/n6miP1qT
In Your Shadow - http://pastebin.com/EfeeHFAE
Misc notes:I need to update the list of forgettings, too.
Irue's Memoires is the requested pastebin for compiled information and such! It's not finished yet, though. I haven't even started filling out the cast biographies.
Going to run out and find food, I'll tally up votes and such when I get back! Until then, feel free to chat about things or leave questions.
>>224181
>You came to check something in the archives
Hi auntie. Bye auntie.
Pick our battles guys. Now's not the time for this.
>>224181
>Freebie
>staring down at you from the overlooking balcony of the second floor.
I guess we had to learn how to be condescending from somewhere.
>Ask about something? (what?)
The fae, and whatever else is in the forest.
The way she responds could be more telling than combing the archives, and we don't necessarily have to push the issue. >>224193
5 types of organisms exist in a completely blank environment, and it's your job to give them features and modify them to help them survive! Draw the creature with a new feature, and remember, it doesn't matter how well you draw or what software you use!
Rules:
>Don't add features that are too radical. Keep them small but noticeable. Limbs can't just pop out of nowhere!
>Make sure everyone knows which creature yours started out as. Keep in mind, you don't have to keep it the same color.
>If you're in the thread, you've gotta contribute!
>Describe why the feature you added occurred. What caused this variation of the creature to survive?
>Don't steal ideas! Make sure your new feature is INDIVIDUAL.
>Someone can choose ANYTHING to modify. Even your own modified version of the organism.
>Multiple people can change one organism. It'll just be counted as branching off, like in real evolution.
>Think outside the box. Try not to make an organism too much like something we have in the real world. Think of new kinds of features.
All of them contain an equal amount of nutrients, and their goal is to get more nutrients to reproduce. They're capable of eating small bits trace nutrients around them by absorption, but they can't eat each other as of now. They're all grazers, floating in the tidepool without a way to control their movement, like putty in your hands.
I'll say more about the environment after a little while so that you have more reasons to add features. There will also be events like warming and cooling, and other such things. Lets get going!
Really hope this gets off the ground
Bumping, god dammit I wanna see this happen.
Photosynthesis happens.
I call it the limey.
New risk thread. I haven't OP'd in a long time so pls b nice :^)).
Please familiarize yourself with all of the rules on the right of the map, as i will be playing with everything listed there.
>Claim nation
>Use secure tripcode
>Roll with 1d100000
>>227203
The map looks a bit low resolution. Can't read the rules and names of countries.
>>227228
Yeah, i just realized that. I'm think i know where i can find a better version though
Rolled 184 (1d10000)
>Ethiopia
>the fuck is a tripcode
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Far off, nestled in an otherwise small Japanese town lies the Dark Gate Academy. An institution of tremendous size, the Academy holds a long kept secret. Unknown to the outside world, this unseemly town is home to a tear in our reality. A gate between our world and a bizarre dimension known as the Darkworld. The inhabitants of this hellish world breach this gate and attempt to flood into our reality and spread throughout the world on a regular basis. However, the Dark Gate Academy is home to students of truly extraordinary abilities. The ability to sense the presence of these evil Darkword creatures, and defeat them in combat, sending them back through the gate.
They cannot close the rift between our world and the Darkworld, but the students and staff of Dark Gate Academy have dedicated their lives to using their amazing powers to hold back the darkness that plagues our world, even if it costs them their lives. They have risen up to the challenge and in secret have become great heroic defenders of the world as we know it.
You are Ryoji Shida. A transfer student and delinquent who ended up in the school by mistake, with no fighting ability, but you may have a stronger connection to the Darkworld than thought possible.
>Previously on Dark Gate Academy...
You attended a funeral for Nina, and you kissed Saki.
“What's got you down, Ryoji?”
You tilt your head back, looking up at the ceiling of the dorm's lounge area, as you sit on the couch. It's early morning, and you haven't eaten breakfast yet. Nariko is the first to rise out of bed, her cat crying to be fed, as she notices you moping about.
You sigh and shake your head. “Nothing major. Just... girl troubles.”
“Which girl?” Nariko asks. “I won't lie, I haven't been paying much attention, and you've been juggling a lot of girls.”
“Saki,” you answer. “I kissed her yesterday.”
“Congratulations!” Nariko smiles, as she opens a can of cat food and pours it onto a dish. “Wait... you said that in a sad tone... this isn't a congratulating moment, is it?”
You rise to your feet and make your way to the refrigerator. You open it up and pull out everything you need to make a sandwich. “It wasn't that bad...” you mutter. “She pushed me away, told me she needed to think about it.”
“That sounds bad,” Nariko replies, staring as her little kitty Daisuke gobbles up his meal with determination.
“Yeah... but then she kissed me before leaving.”
Nariko nods. “That's reassuring! I think Saki's just a little confused right now. You should give her time.”
“That's the plan,” you reply. “Not much else I can do right now. I just hope things aren't going to be weird between me and her.”
Speak of the devil, Saki wanders into the lounge, yawning. She catches a glimpse of you, blushes, then slowly returns to her dorm.
You sigh. “Wishful thinking...”
Nariko picks up her cat, who is already licking it's plate clean. That little creature works fast. “Of course it will be weird for a while. It'll work itself out with time, though! And if you need someone to smooch in the meantime, I think Daisuke's up for it!”
She laughs as she playfully hold Daisuke up close to you. “Ah, that cat just ate! It's breath stinks!” you exclaim, placing your hands up to create distance between you and the beast.
Nariko chuckles. “Your loss. This kitty's a real charmer... but if you want to take your mind of your worries, why don't you go to Nanami's party tonight?”
“Nanami's throwing a party tonight?” you ask.
“Yeah! She said she was going to throw a party here tonight!” Nariko explains. “Are you coming?”
>Nanami would never forgive me if I didn't, so yeah.
>No thanks. I'm really not in a partying mood.
>A party thrown by Nanami? Nobody's going to go to that.
>>225519
>Nanami would never forgive me if I didn't, so yeah.
>>225519
>>Nanami would never forgive me if I didn't, so yeah.
>Better make sure Ken knows, I bet she'll want him there too.
