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Your name is JACK NOIR.
You sit in a small cafe at a FUELING STATION, en-route to one planet LOLAR to conduct some sort of BUSINESS.
Jazz plays softly over the speakers as you thumb absently through your PHONE. Your mug of DECENT COFFEE sits half-full, while your PANCAKES have been demolished. Your cohort HORUS stands by your table, but you are otherwise ALONE.
What will you do?
Your INVENTORY:
>BADASS EYEPATCH
>ROBOTIC ARM STUB equipped with METAL FIST (embedded with one BULLET)
>160 DOLLARS (60 CASH)
>1x WALLET
>1x STANDARD-ISSUE KNIFE
>1x PUMP-ACTION SHOTGUN (4 ROUNDS)
>1x ADVANCED CELL PHONE
>2x STAPLERS
Previous Thread: >>104059
Archive: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6749593/chapters/15425902 (incomplete)
RECAP:
>broke out of CELL
>acquired a SPACESHIP
>killed a spikey hair kid named DIRK STRIDER (it was ALL YOU)
>escaped from GARISH PRISON CITY to a FLYING CASINO with a CAB DRIVER, and IMP named GARRY and HORUS the HORSEBOT (as well as an ANDROID)
>talked with CASINO BOSS, one SPADES SLICK, and became BUSINESS PARTNERS
>met BILLIE DENIME, an ENFORCER, who now works for YOU
>iced a bunch of would be ROBBERS and took their GUNS
>set out to PLANET LOLAR to conduct BUSINESS
>JACKQUEST is set in the universe of HOMESTUCK, a webcomic. Knowledge of the comic is not required to join!
Finish your coffee while casually scoping out the area.
>>142777
Glugging down the rest of your lukewarm coffee, you attempt to scope the area as CASUALLY as you can muster.
HORUS stands nearby your booth, looking at NOTHING IN PARTICULAR. Not that there is much to look at; the DINER is practically dead. There are a few patrons, two sitting at the counter, which a sleepless DERSITE scrubs.
BILLIE had talked with the OWNER earlier before disappearing into the KITCHEN with GARRY. Said something about going SHOPPING.
This is a choose your own story type of RP, you could ignore the main plot and create your own sub plot, you just choose a faction and decide what to do.
FACTIONS
Mercenary, Army, Bandit, Explorer, Scientist, Anarchist
RULES
Must act like your faction, for example if you are a scientist you don't just kill everyone you see, that's more of a bandit type of thing
When combat is activated each one roll a dice, the one with a higher number wins
CHEEKI BREEKI
>>138453
Mercenary. The name's Iosefa Solomon.Fun fact: I haven't played S.T.A.L.K.E.R. Before. Let's hope I know enough to play properly.
>>138453
I was thinking of making a stalker quest...
I would need the time to do it. But this isn't a quest
>>139486
Do it! I've been hankering for a STALKER Quest.
Alright, so I'm bored and it's Saturday.
Who wants to help me make a 24 hour Visual novel? Pic related. Took 15 minutes to rig a visual novel about Drake.
Highest roll in the first 5-10 posts decides the plot
From there we'll work character designs and conflicts.
>>132594
Gigantic tiddy cowgirl waifus
What dice do we roll?
>>132706
I'd say we roll 1d100 or 1d50
Rolled 9 (1d100)
>>132594
Drake has been kidnapped by Jacob Sartorius, and it's up to him to save the other people from fading into obscurity.
On a planet somewhere nowhere near here, the atmosphere has settled and the rocks have cooled. Life has arisen from the ashes
Rules for Evoquest
General: take any animal in the thread and evolve it by giving it something that would be beneficial to it. Explain why it would be important to the creature to have it (we don't have eyes "just because", they serve a purpose). Extinction will come either from random natural occurrences, being outmoded, or loss adaptability. In all cases, they are removed from the game and opens up their niche.
Be Sane: Regardless of your personal beliefs, these animals wont just up and pop out legs, it take many successive generations to get the desired effect. Don't try to evolve something physically impossible (I.E magic). Fire breathing or electric stunning can happen, but only if explained biologically.
Be Creative: The previous rule doesn't mean that nature isn't insane. Don't be afraid to be silly or disgusting or just plain evil. In fact its encouraged, because its part of the charm.
Don't Get Greedy: Let others have a chance and make something. Don't try to B-Line toward any goal unless you think it would be fun. There is no goal in evolution.
Have Fun: if your species gets killed off in one way or another, just make another. Don't get mad that your thing died off, be excited at the new possibilities
do i need to make one myself or do you make the first one?
>>129825
There are three base species, Each about 3cm in size
The Roy: Red creatures that live only in the briny waters of this world. They consume the nutrient rich mud. They move by squirming their three arms
The Ge: today's photosynthesis. Born on the sandy shores of this world, they have developed a hard silicon shell
The Biv: Deep underwater chemosynthesizers that reside near the volcanic vents. they consume the mineral rich water and anything that floats near them
>>129852
guess i just make one myself...
this is a common sea andorq, it is as big as a human cell. it has small "arms" that will stick to rocks and other things, it uses small green dots to make energy with h20 and o2. the dna is stored in the large thing in the middle
The year is 19XX, in a world bearing similarities to ours, though not an exact parallel of it. There exists in this world a large continent divided into four major regions (North, East, South, West), but the setting of this story is much smaller.
A drifter named James Dylan arrived at and began wandering on a dark, lonely street of an unfamiliar town aimlessly at night, poor, hungry, and dying for a drink.
An absolute nobody, he enters this town in search of "purpose", but remains unsure of what exactly this "purpose" is as of the moment.
This night, just like many others before, he was faced with the decision of where to go next. He notices ahead of him, a church, and off to side, what appears to be a bar. The rumbling of his own stomach catches him off guard, prompting him to remember that he hasn't had much to eat in the past few days.
Stats:
Power: C
Defense: B
Speed: C
Intelligence: B
(Scale exists from E to A, E being worst, A being best)
Inventory:
>Piss poor and has jack shit (nothing)
Options:
>walk into a bar
>go to the church
>fall to the floor and just try to sleep
church
>>128588
>>fall to the floor and just try to sleep
>>128588
Church, bigger chance finding purpose there than in a bar.
This quest's content will be built via random generators at http://www.seventhsanctum.com/index.php
The initial set-up before starting the quest:
What are we?
>Biochemical Gigolo
>Rock healer
>Hyperspace Meteorologist
Where are we?
>Gate of the Venom People
>Asylum Warship
>Star of the Assassins
Why?
>Yes, I wanted to be a cult leader, but I had very good reasons.
>I used to be a prince, with my bottle, until the mass murder.
>My life is basically the story of Noah, only crazier.
>>142311
We're the
>Biochemical Gigolo
On board the
>Star of the Assassins
Because
>My life is basically the story of Noah, only crazier.
We got to get friendly with all of the ladies of all species of the universe.
>>142311
>>Hyperspace Meteorologist
>Gate of the Venom People
>Yes, I wanted to be a cult leader, but I had very good reasons.
Rolled 2 (1d20)
Rolling for
>Hyperspace Meteorologist
on board the
>star of the assassins
because
>I wanted to be a cult leader, but I had very good intentions
WAIFU CARD GAME
RULES:
>Must claim 2 waifus
>Must post pic of at least one waifu
>Cannot steal others cards.
>Determine what attack move, only 1 each, each waifu can use.
>Dice roll with "dice+1d6" twice, first is HP, second is Attack.
Rate, Discuss, Battle!
I choose Chara and Misty. Bringing Chara to battle.
>>142182
Claiming Medaka Niggerdiety and Marika Tachibana from Nisekoi
Claiming Megumin and Holo
>>142182
OP Here, lets see if this works
Playing Chara
HP = dice+1d6
ATK = dice+1d6
We are James. We had Amnesia. Now we have a magical penis, a harem of monster girls, a possible doomsday prophecy to fulfil, and an insatiable desire to fuck literally everything, including death itself. On top of that, the old QM done run off, so I’m running the show now.
If you want get in, now’s the time to do it.
Pastebin of the story so far: http://pastebin.com/YgJhjcVz
First Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/40442/
Second Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/51460/
Third Thread: (Shit, did anyone archive that?)
In the last thread: >>96808 (Quick, someone archive it!)
The day after that, while collecting firewood, James was abducted from above. Discovering a newfound fear of heights, James freaked out and fainted. Upon waking, he found the latest target of his sex inquisition; a Harpy Den. The Harpy’s, however, were a little more forceful than his usual game, so James tried intimidation magic over bravado. It scared the shit out of them. After that things went their usual pace. Unfortunately, James was lacking his Orc wife, which due to binding magic would soon kill him. Apparently, he needn’t have worried, because right after asking for her, karma kicked in and he fell off a cliff. This killed James.
While dead, he met Death, who, like every fucking thing in this godforsaken power fantasy, was an attractive woman. Can you guess what happened next? Either way, Death took pity on James and, because he tried so hard, decided to send him back.
Upon awakening, James found himself surrounded by concerned loved ones, and immediately moved on to the subject matter of which Harpy he’d fuck next. He chose Galla, who would be the best singer of the bunch, if Harpy’s could sing. This also entailed a binding ritual.
Seeing as he was already up, James decided the next course of action was to seek new wives beyond the mountain range, but to do that would involve talking to goblins. Before he could meet them though, his camp was attacked by a Flame Elemental. Apparently word was getting out about that prophecy, and she wanted a piece. However, before she could scorch his dick off, James launched a truly impressive surge of semen, which drenched and incapacitated the Flamekin.
Once again, dick magic solves everything.
This had consequences, though, when he finally met the Goblins. James experienced magic Roid-rage and attacked...
tl;dr: Fuck you, read the summary.
Stats:
LEVEL: 1
EXP TO NEXT LEVEL: 275 (725/1000)
ACHIEVEMENTS: Attained level 1
CLASS: Cock Mage
SKILLS: None
SPELLS: Cock Growth, Twin Dick, Tentacock, Splooge Cannon, Yggdrasil (Novice)
HAREM: Catgirl, Orc, Elf (Megane), Elf (Nazi), Harpy
To make a choice for the character, make your case and roll 1d10. First post to +5 gets used, unless a total of NO LESS than 4 of you faggots get butthurt, in which case I might make an exception. But remember, the QM is king, baby.
And GTop, if you want top spot back, just ask and we’ll work something out.
And now:
You’re sat in a small patisserie being operated by goblins.
> Huh, who knew they had this shit going on?
You tried to ask them for some coffee and a croissant, but they just gave you a dumb look.
“Wat?”
> Stupid fucking goblins.
> They only thing they’re serving is damper filled with honey.
> Nothing else.
> Fucking Phillistines.
> They’re also Green.
> The opposite of Blue.
> My feet hurt.
You might as well have some so you nab some damper and start eating.
> What was I doing here again?
> Oh yeah, mountaineering.
> Fuck, I get distracted.
What now?
Rolled 8 (1d10)
>>129586
Uh, see if we can get us a goblin waifu? I know that was a thing some guys wanted to do.Make it one without blue hair
>>129629
Alright, Give me minute.
A young pig lass stands in a dark, chilly room. She woke up in one of those drawers on the wall, covered in some sort of weird gel.
Her name is PIGLASS and she has no idea where she is or what she's doing here.
The hum of fans and electric components is audible. There are a few other open drawers farther down the wall to your right. There is a door to the left.
>>127671
Check drawers for loot. Or clothes!
Check the other drawers.
>>127671
Czech green drawer.
RISK THREAD
Every city is ONLY +1 because i dont want to have to read those numbers
lets see if we get some people
We are the northmen, I don't care where in the North though
>>134585
Forgot to colour red
Hopefully At a Better Timeslot Edition
To recap: the famous pirate Purple Beard stands between a bunch of genetically engineered slaves and their freedom with his flagship and poor fashion sense. Destroy him or chase him off.
>How to join:
>Select a name for yourself and your ship
>Put it in your trip
>Copy the stats of your ship into the end of your posts
Due to being a test, only one ship class is available:
Beta III-class frigate
Thrust: 1 hex for 2 AP
HP 13 AP 4 Shields 3/3 (recharge 1)
System thr. 12/9/7/5/3/1
Systems:
2xLight Turbolaser (direct) FPS - to hit 7/6/5 dmg 4/2/1 - Charge to strafe
6xLight Torpedo (seeker) - to hit 4/5/6/6 dmg 4 at all ranges - Blast, ammo 24
PD Chaingun (direct) - to hit 6 dmg 1 - Point Defense, strafe
Shield Generator 1
Shield emitter 1 x3 (count as one system, one destroyed on each 'damaged' result)
Engine
>>127032
The rules are in picrelated.
>>127038
Intel says the stats of Purple Beard's ship are:
Queen Padme's Revenge
Thrust: 1 hex for 3 AP
HP 30 AP 7 Shields 4/4 (recharge 1)
System thr. 26/22/19/16/13/10/7/4/1
Systems:
Spinal Railgun (projectile) F - to hit 4/7/5/2 dmg 12 at all ranges - Charge
2xPD Chaingun (direct) x2 - to hit 6 dmg 1 - Point Defense, strafe
4xLight Missile x3(seeker) - to hit 4/6/7 dmg 4 at all ranges - Blast, ammo 48
Shield Generator 1
Shield emitter 1 x4 (count as one system, one destroyed on each 'damaged' result)
Engine
>>127046
Have fun!
As the name implies this is the continuation of the previous thread, which saged.
Before I give you last update you voted on, here is a summary of all our progress so far.
By orders of our glorious King, we went and made a push for Enlil, breaking right through the enemy lines.
They never saw it coming, thus they suffered heavy casualties, while ours remained minimal.
Not only did we manage to retake Enlil with this reckless attack, but we also managed to cut a swath into the enemy ranks, causing massive disarray among them.
Due to the Hittites having to reorganize themselves, we took a great deal of pressure off of Tuntankaia , and left a significant dent in their Supply lines.
Now that the Hittites are in disarray and the Siege on Tutankaia was easened, we are in a strategically strong position, and have the ability to turn this war around.
>Will we push for Tuntankaia and break the siege?
>Will we turn around and attack the enemy again?
>Will we fortify ourselves in Enlil and wait for the Guardsmen contingent we left behind?
As per usual, nothing is the best or worst option, all results carry the same weight and consequences.
>>126819
Save Tuntankaia, with it we will have their troops, their supplies, and access to the sea to call for help from Egypt or strike at the home of the Hitties.
>>126843
I gotta say, you guys are getting better at figuring out how I operate.
You are a 2dark4u Blood Elf in kingdom of Raghadam.
Unfortunately, this is the year 3456 after Ekh'ta. Its been long since Raghadam became a modern constitutional monarchy.
The warlike nature of your people is now useless, your parents are too poor to afford you a good education and you are rather lazy yourself.
So you find yourself flipping mandragore sandwiches at McQamin's.
Suddenly you hear a scream
"Milarho! Come here"
A) You answer the voice
B) You go to see who called
C) You don't pay attention
>>139777
Let Milarho deal with it. You just get on with your day job.
>>139802
You continue flipping. Waiting for working hours to end. You hear again
"MILARHO YOU STABAN KRKSHWAL (lazy faggot) BRING YOUR ARRLMNER (ass) DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!!!"
A) "Shut the glard up you dtempel (Elfyque word for "fat and ugly")!"
B) Go to see
C) Pretend you heard nothing, continue flipping
>>139814
Find out what Milarho's problem is that he/she would let the rest of us deal with what should in all rights be exclusively his/her headache.
Cobblestone paths chart a course through the palace gardens in winding ways. Stretching swaths of exotic plants line these roads on either side—strange shrubs and flowers with feathered leaves like hydrangeas or twisted rose-thorned stems, and tall trees with fruiting bodies that give off a strange scent which draws you ever-so-closer, luring you in, provoking further investigation. The underground, as you know it, is harsh; the climate in some places is scorching, with pockets of hot air rising up from deep underground, growing unbearable in the small volume tightly-zoned caverns provide.
Somehow, though, these people have made a home of it, and you feel no such harshness here. The air feels cool on your skin—you can feel it on the back of your neck, your shoulders, and on each of the hairs of your bare arms. You can see others—some civilian, but others in armor, all alike—making their way about the castle grounds, across the upper balconies of the walled-off courtyard, relaxing near the trees and fountains, or standing guard at ramparts or besides opulent double doors.
It’s hard to believe this is just a game. You can see now why people are so easily addicted.
“So, have you changed your mind about all this?” The man in front of you asks, leading you carefully by the hand. His tone is familiar, as is the language he uses, but his voice is not – it is smoother, more mature, and somehow noble. His vestments flutter with each step, coat-tail brushing against you periodically as you tag behind.
You might have. It’s very lovely, but if you told him that, you’d never hear the end of it.
“I don’t know. I still don’t get it.” You break away from his grip, folding your arms as you saunter aside, trailing casually off the path. You feel unfamiliar to yourself, as well; you’re a measure taller, with a more girlish figure, but you’re not used to hearing such a youthful voice or having a haircut so short. “I didn’t even think my glasses could run a game like this.”
“It’s wild, huh? Something about locked settings, bypassing the hardware limitations. Unlocking the true potential, as it were.” He says, swiveling around to face you. “Even an old system like yours can handle it fine, which is why the population is so high.”
The conversation stalls.
“Ryan, I know you’re having fun, but was this really worth standing me up last Friday?” You ask.
“I told you—call me Adrian here.” He responds. “And it wasn’t just this. I told you, I had something important come up. I couldn’t—”
“You’ve said that a dozen times, but you haven’t told me what that important something was.” You sigh. “And even if you did, I know you went right back to playing this game afterward.”
“I have important things to do here, too!” Adrian says, turning back to face the palace. “When you meet the Queen, you’ll understand.”
>>139591
“And there you go again—on and on about this Queen. Who even is she?” You ask.
“She is the sovereign ruler of the underground, powerful and just.” Adrian responds. “And I—her Regent—rule at her side and execute orders at her command. I have ventured far and seen much in the Queen’s name. Now, we, and the city around us, find ourselves upon a great threshold.”
“Threshold of what?” You ask.
“It is uncertain.” He responds, seeming somehow more eloquent. It’s a bit unusual, but come to think of it, you don’t terribly mind seeing him like this; you have always had a thing for guys with glasses. “It is our responsibility to determine what transpires next. We choose for everyone. Stand with us in our court, and you too will have that power. Have I sold you on this yet, or what?”
"We'll see." You respond. "You'll owe me for Friday regardless. I got all dressed up and everything..."
> [[ Continued ]]
>>139594
“We’ll have to get you suited up with some better gear, of course. The outfit I bought for you is good for now - it looks nice, anyway, but it's still basically starter duds. Once you join up with us, we’ll work on getting you leveled—then, you can see what skills and weapons you prefer. Have you thought about how you want to build yet?” Adrian drones on as you wander through the palace’s halls. The walls are carved from granite slabs, arches with jewels inset. Faintly glowing steam rises from pools far below, deep pits adjacent either side of the walkway. The vapor wafts upward; it intrudes, intoxicating.
“You know I’m not a gamer.” You respond, rolling your eyes. “I have literally no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Right, right. I’ll explain in more detail later.” He says, as the two of you approach an archway with carpeted steps leading upward. “This is the entrance to the throne room. Be on your best, will you?”
“That doesn’t mean you can treat me like a child, either.” You sigh. “I’ll follow your lead.”
> [[ Castle Hecatelia: The Queen’s Throne // Queen’s Guard Territory // PVP Enabled ]]
The atmosphere changes as you cross the threshold. At the top of another set of stairs on the far end of the enormous room, a woman sits, crowned Queen of an oracle’s throne, carved of marble, adorned with gold and jewels, coins, cups and jars, crafts of brass and silver – and of silk or velvet. She wears ornamental vestments which scarcely preserve her modesty, clinging tightly to her chest on either side, leaving her midriff and thighs bare – leaving little to the imagination. Coarse, silver hair spills across her shoulders from beneath her massive, decorated crown.
Her skin is a pale shade of grey. There is nothing behind her eyes.
>>139603
The two of you come within proximity, and the Queen gives a satisfied look as Adrian kneels before her. He gestures to you, with a glare and a harsh sideways nod, and you fall in line at his side, dropping to one knee at the base of the carpeted steps. The pressure around you amplifies, and you find it difficult to right yourself once you reach this position, the air growing heavy as if you are being physically oppressed by her presence.
“My Queen.” Adrian speaks, looking up at her – with a look in his eyes you wish you’d ever seen before. You grit your teeth, shaking your head as you try to gauge what he’s feeling, and why he regards this woman so. You’re uneasy; this whole situation has something unfamiliar welling up in the pit of your stomach.
…Jealousy?
Couldn’t be.
Could it?
“My Regent.” The woman speaks with a sultry tone, slouching a bit and interlocking her fingers in front of her. “I’m told you come bearing news?”
“Indeed.” Adrian responds. “The material requirements for the new Excavator design have been finalized. More importantly, however, your contacts outside the guild have made an important discovery with the outsider’s help.”
“Most excellent. The details can wait, however; I see you’ve brought a friend.” She smiles.
“A close personal friend, actually.” He gives you a nod that you imagine is supposed to be reassuring. “I’ve extended her an opportunity to join the Queen’s Guard, and wished to show her all the best of what we have to offer.”
“Oh? Wonderful. What’s her name?” The Queen asks, before looking down at you. “Well? Introduce yourself.”
> Write-in (?)
WHAT IS THIS BOY UP TO???
killing himself
>>127757
WHAT IS THIS GHOST BOY UP TO???
>>127802
Kek
