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You wake up in a bathroom! You have no idea how you got here or where this place is. You try the door behind you but it's locked! You have to get out, so what do you do?
>>214671
Look at the room from the opposite wall.
>>214695
Ther's a window, painting, and toilet
>>214671
Open both mirror compartment and cabinet under the sink to collect common household items.Use bath as cauldron. Mix household items to create bombs. Blow up door with a bomb.
Failing that, unscrew shower head and light bulb. Add both to inventory. Create fuck huge miasma of smoke with bath cauldron and household items. When someone runs in, bash them upside the head with the shower head.
Alternatively, just unlock the door and leave.
After shrinking Pickel to 1/10th scale, Jara has freed a young Elite Demon from Pickel's terrible waifu dungeon. Her name is Emry, and she is all set to deliver demon justice by handing Pickel over to Mad Martha, one of his/her other wives.
First Emry has to catch Pickel. He/she is small, and still unsteady on his/her feet.
We'll roll in just a second. First though, the usual backstory for people catching up:
Summaries of past threads:
Part 1: http://www.imgur.com/gallery/ncUU6
Part 2: http://www.imgur.com/gallery/pCgzp
Part 3: http://www.imgur.com/gallery/zLboe
Part 4: http://www.imgur.com/gallery/BFenN
Part 5: http://www.imgur.com/gallery/fWS0w
Or go check out the archive:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Jara%20and%20the%20Valley%20of%20Secrets
Follow http://www.twitter.com/qm_guy for running times or other announcements.
Alright, roll to see if Emry can catch Pickel.
Roll a d10.
1-3: Pickel slips through Emry's grasp and scuttles into the darkness of a nearby room. Jara hears a creak and a slam from within.
4-5: Emry fumbles the grab but Louie catches him. We'll roll to see what Louie does afterwards.
4-5: Emry catches Pickel, but he bites her hand--she drops him on his head, stunning him. We'll roll to see what happens next.
5-9: Emry catches Pickel and throws him to Mad Martha. We'll roll to see what Mad Martha does.
10: Emry catches Pickel but changes her mind--he snaps his neck instead, absorbing his soul to increase her own Elite Demon power.
Rolled 3 (1d10)
>>208072
>>208073
A solid start. Let's see how this goes.
Your muscles hurt, but you can't stop, not yet. "Just 30 more push-ups", you think to yourself. After a while, you're done with your exercise, and collapse on the floor, exhausted. Why did you start with this again? Every time you're like this, panting and trying to regain your breath after almost overexerting your body, doubt starts to linger and you ask yourself again why you're doing this. But you know the answer very well, don't you? You wanted to get stronger. Not for some ridiculous notion of justice, to protect those you love, or any of that bullshit. No, you wanna get stronger because you don't have a place to belong, you're doing this for your own sake. To be someone who can defend himself, who can hold his own against anyone and anything. Though for now, you're nowhere near that goal.
So, you decided to start a martial art. What did you choose though?
>a martial art focused on striking and/or kicks
>a martial art focused on grappling, throws and locks
>a martial art focused on the usage of weapons
>write-in
>>211123
>write-in
We properly train in MMA to be all-round fighter like Muay Thai and Submission Wrestling.
>>211123
>Focus on the usage of random objects, dodging and quick strikes
Lets become literally Jackie Chan
>>211135
Supporting.
The greatest mage in the world, managed to create a potion that would allow any creature that would drink it sapience. Sadly for him though he ended up dying from a brain aneurysm shortly afterwards...
Now it has been hundred of years and for the first time in forever a creature has managed to enter the laboratory of the unlucky mage and gain access to his cauldron... a mouse... a simple powerless normal mouse.
The mouse attracted by the smell ended up falling inside the potion and found itself with human like wisdom and intelligence.
Now in what kind of world does the rat live in and what will be its first course of action?
>World options
> Dark fantasy setting
>Space fantasy setting
>High Fantasy setting with game elements(Abilities, Level ups, skills, etc.)
>Actions
>Try to get another critter to fall into the cauldron you are going to need companions to face the outside world
>Search for other potions
>Search for materials, you are going to need materials to survive out there.
>Other (write-in)
>>214382
High fantasy with game elements
Search for gear and equipment. Predators will definitely try to make lunch of you once you leave
>>214382
>> Dark fantasy setting
The idea of a hunter mouse with cleave from world of darkness is funny to me.
>Try to get another critter to fall into the cauldron you are going to need companions to face the outside world.
>>214382
>High Fantasy setting
ideally without too many game elements
>Search for other potions
Cheeky Nandos. This bitch is your girlfriend. She's pissed. You've been slaving away at dinner. What the fuck happened? Why is she pissed. Is the paint fucked up because of her annoyance? Only anon coyote can find out.
>Dubbs decides next panel in comic
>Please submit with size of panel, action, dialogue.
>Be creative
>dubs deciding next action
This is a terrible idea for a SLOW board and stinks of /b/ faggotry.
>please submit with size of panel
YOU'RE supposed to decide that kind of stuff. Don't ask anons for shit they won't bother with.
>Be creative
YOU'RE the GM. That's your job!
And I don't like your art either. But that's a personal preference.
Fuck you're right.
Except on the art part. Its fucking davinci shit.
Ignore all other rules just post what next panel should b.
>>206511
Nazi super soldiers hop dimensions and seeing what inhabits this one begins purging the non aryans.
The brass from the mothership ordered us to gather info on humans for an invasion
We will gather the information the only way we know how,
by sticking a probe up a human rectum.
Roll D10 for alien race
Rolled 6 (1d10)
>>213592
Rolled 4, 3 = 7 (2d6)
>>213592
need to abduct first
we pick Zyklon Ben Garrison
Rolled 10 (1d10)
Hey all, decided to try my hand at running a quest, because there aren't enough already.
I've got the basics set up, and just want to float the idea and see if A.) there's any immediate interest and B.) if there are any suggestions.
I will also be learning how to art. Pic related is the first ever relevant art I've done on a computer. Welcome to the future.
Pastebin for ease of access. I'll stick around to answer any questions, and hopefully get a session up and running sometime in the next week.
http://pastebin.com/vg3KzY9N
>>210365
establishing a trip now.
>>210367
>>210365
Here's an idea of what maps will look like. On the left we have a PC with 2 Strikes, 2 Moves, 3 Defends, and 1 Work. On the right, a Mook, with 2 Defends, 1 Strike, and 2 Moves.
=Thread 10=
You are Delilah, a thirteen year old girl and an unfortunate runaway. While it has not always been this way, life has shown you the harsh and uncaring world that you live in. Due to the actions against you there is enough hate and misery twisting inside that wish to take over.
Will you be able to push through and find happiness, or will you succumb to a treacherous society?
=Important Info=
Story Thus Far (Raw): http://pastebin.com/WnGZwK04 Part 1
http://pastebin.com/eGfGW8jV Part 2
There will, hopefully soon, be a much easier to read version of this, if I stop being lazy.
Archievs; http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=aCowboyNamedSue
Quick Glance (SPOILERS); https://docs.google.com/document/d/1wXNWJdAKuqw-btrHDbvSkN5Gj3QhdY28XNKRUXMLHu0/edit#heading=h.8xfgre7nxqty
The quick Who is Who and what Delilah has. Mostly accurate.
Twitter; @Cowboy_Sue
Discord; https://discord.gg/0107qV9kiFDlUH9nY
Chat with me and some of the other players, I also post dumb sketches related to the quest there and answer some questions in a cheeky way.
Last Thread:>>189861
Like a grandma kiss?
"Rude!" You can't help but let out your dissatisfaction with his comment.
"I was doing something nice for you and...and you compared it to a granny kiss?"
am grate kisser, yours was boring
"Well if you're so great at it th-then you should show me!"
Lawrence looks away as soon as you say this, and the implication of yours words hit you.
"J-Just kidding...you wouldn't like kissing me. You um...y-you don't like me that way...right?"
You already have an idea to what his answer will be...you're just some girl he's taking care of. Even though you keep trying to call yourself an adult that doesn't make it true. You're more of an inconvenience then a companion, and even if you were somehow good company...that's all you'll be.
It seems like Lawrence is either ignoring the question or didn't hear you. When you glance over you can see he's just staring off at the rest of the room, but there is a discomfort spread across his face.
"You can tell me, it's fine. I should be ready for r-rejections in the future anyways." You smile to make him feel better, but your own words strike you hard anyways. Would you even have the courage to talk to another person like this?
Lawrence finally begins to write, carefully putting down his near illegible words for you. He refuses to look at you when the note is ready.
i like you but not in way yo think
"What do you mean...?"
[1/2]
>>205519
He starts to write, but you watch as he struggles to come up with the right words. His face looks frustrated, then upset, as he tries and tries again to get his thoughts down. Eventually he just sets the notebook down and his hand comes up to rub his scars instead.
"Want...you...be...happy..." Lawrence's voice is coarser then usual, and you have to lean in to hear each struggling word.
"Like...you...around...Makes...me...less...lonely...I...like...that..."
As he's speaking you can still see there is frustration in his actions.
"Don't...want...to...hurt...you...Don't...want...to...do...that...Don't...want...to...see...cry...Want...to...make...you...smile...make...you...happy..."
As he thinks about his next words Lawrence's face looks angry and upset, not towards you...but to himself.
"Want...to...do...whatever...it...takes...
D-Don't...want...to...to...do...that...
Just...want...to...do...anything...you...want...to...make...you..happy..."
It sounds like he's talking to himself rather then you at this point, his voice becoming even rougher and dryer. You can't help but listen .
"Like...like...you...more...then...friend...? Like...a...w-wait...no...? Ah...l-love...you...n-no...l-like you...like...a...like...a...?
As his words become more jumbled and harsh Lawrence looks like he's about to break down again. Being drunk like this isn't helping him with his thoughts, and he only looks scared and confused at this point.
"Stop talking now, you'll hurt yourself." You stand up, stretching a hand out towards him. "You should go to sleep now, and not here. You'll freeze."
Lawrence stares at your hand before getting up, not taking your help. He's wobbly on his feet, and despite trying his best he is not able to walk straight. You come up next to him and wrap his arm around your shoulder, if anything to keep him from crashing. It's obvious that he doesn't want to, but you make him move before he can object.
Down the hall is easy enough, though you were frightened that he would tumble down the holes. The stairs were the hardest, but you force Lawrence to take hold of the rail with his free hand.
You consider taking him to his usual spot, but he might not like waking up hungover surrounded by everyone, especially after the night he's been through. It has quieted down to the usual silence and you walk him carefully to the classroom.
[2/3]whoops
>>205524
"Okay, you lay down and I'm going to grab you some water." You feel comfortable enough to leave Lawrence in there as you go to fetch him a glass. On the return trip you can hear two voices down the hall, behind the corner.
It sounds like Sam and John...they're discussing something? You can pick out Cecilia's name before you duck into the classroom, hearing their footsteps coming back down. You wait for them to fade before moving down to where Lawrence is laying on his back, arm covering his face.
He's not asleep quite yet but he'll get there soon, you can tell. You're going to stay up till he's asleep...just to make sure he doesn't try to run off and do something stupid. As you sit next to him, you try to think about what he was talking about earlier, but you can't really wrap your head around it. He should be able to explain it when he's sober...right?
Not wanting to think too hard about it, you decide to count to yourself till you hear Lawrence's snoring.
It only takes to the count of 86 and you're sure he's not going to wake up till morning, probably sick to his stomach.
What do you want to do when you wake up?
It's time to continue this quest.
>be sure you are replying to the correct post
>first get decides what happen next
>gets which blatantly ignores previous statements will be ignored or changed.
(1/3)
>>204693
Here is a recapitulation.
Also, remember that anyone can host a save the princess thread. It's not my creation.
(2/3)
>>204705
So, this was the last pic I never was able to post.
She summon a thick candy elemental.
Get numbers are 8,9 and 0.
What do next?
>>204708
Eat some elemental titties
LAST TIME ON CHAOS QUEST: >>175793
You decide to use the Black Library as a place to make your Primarchs. You head over to the Scourge and Kalix who welcomes you "Hey Belal, something you need?" "Yes, teleport me to the Black Library" "Alright here you go"
One flash of light later you're standing in the middle of the Old Ones meditation circle. You tap on the Toady One on the shoulder and he stands up "Ah! Welcome master, is there something you need?"
"Yes, I want your assistance in making new Primarchs" you say as the other Old Ones stand up and nod "Very well, let's get to work"
You and the Old Ones begin working on making the new Primarchs: taking DNA samples from you and other wise genetic engineering. Once it's done you have 21 spheres filled with your 'children's' embryos gestating
What will you name them? (Please don't be dicks with this)
>>205733
>Khorek the Vast
If we get to help design the primarchs we name, then:
>The aspects of Belal he embodies are his strength, size, and love of battle.
>Jolly and pleasant demeanor, somewhat of a friendly giant outside of battle.
>Train him to use his exceptional might to wield a large flail in each hand, to crush the fires of the New Imperium.
>>206161
*foes of the New Imperium
Also, I fucking love character creation, and this series. I could happily do this all day, but I don't want to be a dick and hog the primarch building fun.
In case the thread is a bit slow, second idea:
>Endris
>The aspects of Belal he embodies are his impressive senses/reflexes and his phenomenal shooting abilities.
>Second only to his father when it comes to shooting hoops, and an excellent marksman generally.
>Lacks the sheer brawn and strength of Khorek and Belal, but makes up for this by slaying his foes before they get anywhere near him. Will favour long rifles for this reason.
>Quiet, focused, and very determined to achieve whatever is asked of him.
>>206161
I like this anon, I like it alot
BELLATOR. A machine bred for war, in a world that hopefully will never need it again. In times of peace, BELLATOR are statues that dare others to deface it. Armed with a rifle that holds perfection in its design, a body augmented to survive the horrors of war and to continue fighting through even the worst of conditions. They don’t need sleep, they don’t need food and water thanks to nutrient injectors and various tanks in your suit, and their body recycles everything. With their names stricken from all records, replaced with “BELLATOR” in all documentation, they have only their memories to tie them to the world that birthed them beyond an affiliation with the Republic and its people who a BELLATOR is the shield of. A perfect killing machine, built to one end, and that end is war.
Off the records, one BELLATOR stands silent watch over a daughter he was never meant to have. A daughter he shouldn’t have known about, and one he officially doesn’t have. He stands resolute over a newly minted colony of Domus. It stands as a social experiment, mixing technical school with the final years of high school and a four year college. Students were able to learn their trade and get paid for it in real time, learning in a rapid-growing sink/swim environment. This BELLATOR, the one we follow, watches a young woman who was taking the world of metallurgy and mining by storm with a formula that would easily make her a mint.
Not all things are peaceful.
>OOC Intro: http://pastebin.com/si8ma1TB
>Inventory/Equipment: http://pastebin.com/J2t7W3kZ
======================
Sirens. The BELLATOR heard sirens, and his suit updated to alert him of the activation of a Psi-Emitter. These devices were used in the previous Plague War to lure the virulent monstrosities into traps. Corral them into dead planets, and flank their fleets to trap them on it. The planets would normally be purged with nuclear fire, ending the vile, repurposed corpses that comprised Plague forces. The detection radius planted the device’s approximate location on the planet surface. More sirens followed, several slipspace ruptures opening. As the space station the BELLATOR was stationed on quaked, it was apparent they came with guns blazing.
”All hands! Battle-stations. Get the stims rolling, we’ve got a situation! Prepare for boarders, I want all hands, even reservists, armed and ready to repel!” shouted the station’s commander, ”I am moving us to threat level OMEGA. Move to proper channels! Fighters, all wings to deploy and prevent forces from landing on the surface!” His voice lowers in volume, as if he is turned from the receiver, ”Get me the Progenitor-damned Admiralty Board now or I’ll tear your rank off my fucking self!”
>Rendezvous with the Station Commander, get his orders.
>Run suit and weapon diagnostics, prepare for explicit orders.
>Tap into FLEETCOMM, break Chain of Command to see the damage yourself
>>204794
>Run suit and weapon diagnostics, prepare for explicit orders.
>>204962
Writing.
>>204962
>>204962
>Run suit and weapon diagnostics, prepare for explicit orders.
The BELLATOR knew one thing, even if vaguely, and it was that he needed his suit and weapons to be at top form. Mentally interfacing with the suit, he ran through a diagnostic. Outlines and cross sections filled his view, the tactical visor of his helmet providing a screen for his HUD. It all came back green, reading full operational capability.
Optimal Run Speed: 50mph
Lifting Capacity: 10^4 kg
DIAGNOSTIC SUBSYSTEMS: GREEN
POWER SUPPLY STABILITY: GREEN
MUNITION ASSEMBLY: GREEN
SMARTLINK SCOPE: GREEN
CYCLONIC DEFENSIVE SHIELD SYSTEM: CHARGED
The BELLATOR were monsters, capable of maintaining themselves with maintenance drones stored in the suit’s specialized compartments. Should a BELLATOR’s suit ever need the repairs, that is. The shielding was designed to activate in such a way that it would deflect precisely the bullet that could do harm. Tank rounds, explosives, and environmental hazards would all proc the shielding and save the layers of armor plating from having to attempt deflection. The armor plating itself being some of the strongest stuff the Republic could afford. Considering their deep coffers, the armor was solid.
DIAGNOSTIC of X-002 “CLAYMORE” RECOILLESS ASSAULT RIFLE
SMART DRIFT CONTROL: ACTIVE.
ATTACHMENTS: NONE FOUND.
SMARTMATTER MUNITION PRODUCTION: ACTIVE.
The magazine of the X-002 was a specialized tool, technology that took every egghead the Republic could pay for to manufacture. Theoretically, it could run a single rifle several months, only needing to reload for maintenance purposes. In practice, it was a heatsink that needed to have careful management of bursts. If one fired a stream of bullets for too long, the entire magazine would overheat and the suit’s backup systems would have to manufacture a brand new clip, which took an hour. BELLATOR were given weaponry that would seem to never end. Infinite ammo lent itself to the BELLATOR way exceptionally well.
”BELLATOR,” the voice on the overhead spoke, ”I hope you’re running a diagnostic because we’re desperately needing your input on this mat-” A resounding crack tore through the speaker
Moving through crowds of people scrambling to prepare for boarding craft, you find the bridge filled with marines in cover, firing on Plague monstrosities. Serpentine creatures with human faces slithering into the entrenched marines, thick and mutated Plague troopers offering suppressing fire, and a Plague troop wearing elaborate garb charging the CO.
Roll your choice and 1d100. Higher is better.
>Save the CO
>Prevent the serpent from slaughtering marines
>Charge the supressing fire
Looking for a terrifying horror story? Wanting horrifying monsters, creepy scenes, and art you're almost afraid to open? Well, go get assfucked by a ghost.
Trying to pass the time, try to add to a harem, read bad sex scenes, and generally be a moron? Start reading.
Previous thread: >>177123
Pastebin containing most of the story: http://pastebin.com/iYYxphKX
Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=G.top
Last time we found the dragon, found out it was being controlled, and killed it's controller, a real goddamn manticore. After that, we left the mountains and found ourselves in the blasted lands. Now, we're feeling eyes on us most of the time, and we've seen a strange shadow...
Stats:
EXP GAINED: 1325
EXP TO NEXT LEVEL: 2225, 275/2500
ACHIEVEMENTS: Attained level 1
LEVEL: 2
CLASS: Cock Mage
SKILLS: Honeyed Tongue
SPELLS: Cock Growth, Twin Dick, Tentacock
If you want to make a choice for the character, state what you want to do and roll 1d10 (dice+1d10). The first post that rolled a 5 or higher will be used, UNLESS a specific post gets voted as the choice. A post won't be considered popular enough to be considered unless it has a MINIMUM of four votes. Note that having multiple posts saying the same thing doesn't count as a vote for an action. Remember that all choices are, ultimately, up to QM discretion.
>Tell Aalna there was a shadow behind her
>She gets up and looks around
"James, there's nothing here. Go ahead and go to the tent."
>Okay
>Zan steps out of the tent just as you're about to go in
"... Good morning, husband. Up early training, I see."
>Yeah, gonna head back into the tent
"... Alright... Husband? Are you alright? You seem... Shaken."
>Tell Zan about what's happening
"... That is very concerning. Would you like me to stay with you?"
>Nah, that's alright
>No point in holing up all day
>You're just going to shake off being so spooked
"... Alright."
>Head in
>Empty tent
>Sit down on the bedroll and take a deep breath
>Cripes, this place is giving you the creeps
>Wonder what really happened here in the past
>Shadow in front of the tent
>Zan?
>Flap opens
>...
>Nothing?
>Wtf
Rolled 2 (1d10)
>>204686
Go be the little spoon to Zan.
Your name is BOOGA. You are the leader of a tribe. You have decided you wish to expand your holdings and perhaps grow in population as well.
>RULES:
>You have 3 resources: FOOD, HIDES, and WOOD.
>You can harvest these by various means, from hunting and harvesting to raiding.
>Food is consumed each turn. If you run out of food, you will begin starving.
>Hides are required to keep warm, and at least one is needed for each person in the population. Hides are also needed to build some objects.
>Wood is required to construct all objects.
>RESOURCES:
>10 people
>10 food
>10 wood
>10 hides
What will you do?
>Send a party of two people out to explore
>Pack up and send everyone
>>208462
Send out four to Explore
No reason to abandon ship just yet, but safety in numbers.
>>208471
This, and travel north along the river
btw OPHow did you generate that map?
>>208481
Hexographer I believe: http://www.hexographer.com/
The year is 2040
Humanity was crushed by the Fleet of Fog, and can't risk losing the firepower they still have left.
They had to watch as their navies were all destroyed by ships that brought them hope and victories long ago.
But now, they can see these ships in a new light...
>Pastebin:
http://pastebin.com/84Cu2hMq
>Archive:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Kantai%20Collection%20of%20Blue%20Steel%20Quest
>This quest usually runs on Thursdays starting around 6 PM EST
>Twitter, so you can get notified when I run, when I'm unable to run, answers to QA questions that I miss, and when I give hints to future threads or fluff:
https://twitter.com/BoatKunQM
You are the Battleship USS North Carolina, and are ready to take back the seas from the Fleet of Fog!
>LAST TIME on Kantai Collection of Blue Steel, we rescued the USS New Jersey. We cuddled her later on.
>We currently have 1 Fate Point in the bank
You wake up, and feel truly refreshed. You were really comfy cuddling with NJ last night.
You notice that she currently isn't beside you, and has most likely gone to find breakfast.
You get up and dressed, and then set out to find her in the base's cafeteria.
>Roll 1d20
Rolled 11 (1d20)
>>205748
Rolled 16 (1d20)
>>205748
I know we already have one but let's get another one going! I'm secretly hoping for some murderous assholes but I'm up for running anything you guys roll up.
We'll be using the Post Apocalyptic Society Creation Tables
Found: https://1d4chan.org/wiki/Post_Apocalyptic_Society_Creation_Tables
First thing we need to roll up is the Genetic Make Up
so roll 1d100 and Ride Eternal On The Fury Road!
Rolled 67 (1d100)
>>204727
>>204732
67!
Seem like we're a bunch of Half Lives, cancerous filth!
I like it, if anyone has any ideas about the nature of our Half Life then feel free to post them
Next up: Cultural Meta-Group
Let's find out what kind of people we share the land with
Rolled 17 (1d100)
>>204746
