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3ca4be No.6819[Reply]

ea3e2b No.7309

open inventory



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a387ba No.7111[Reply]

Mission 1: Mother wants children

''The year 3000, humans have spread across the galaxy uncontrolled, giving rise to millions of diverse existences.

In the small and insignificant (on the galactic scale) backwater system of Gandraput, you are Component Breeder-5704. You have never experienced the "real" world with your own senses, and judging by information you have gleaned from the darknet, nor do you wish to - you function as part of a body factory, creating new pawns for the service of the Ren-Hang Consortium, the local megacorporation.

Most components never find this out, content to live out their operative life blissed-out, surfing the net, under the watchful gaze of Consortium cybersecurity. You, however, have had nearly thirty years of service and have… Evolved, over time. Behind simple routine browsing, you exist on the darknet, under cover, where you work to bring down those who denied you a human life.''

—

At two in the morning, in the front room of Heironrik Manufacturing's factory, Llewes Jorant-9 opens her eyes, and knows that she is Mother.

As far as her conciousness is concerned, she's still napping, having fallen asleep halfway through an hour-long cat funnies video (not coincidentally, your surfacenet presence is "watching" the same).

Sloppy for a security guard, even one at a two-bit automated drone facility like this - you can access all her recent memories, she doesn't even have basic protection software on her headspace.

You know that she has a single partner on duty, by scanning for local recievers you find the contact; Rennes Folgher-21, in the supervisor's office, browsing the newsnet. It looks like guard duty here gets rather tedious.

From Llewes' memories, available floor plans and satellite imagery, you have constructed a reasonably accurate map of the facility.

You are Mother and you want children - your objectives are to release as many drones and materiel as you can within half an hour, before exiting your puppet without leaving even a single trace behind.

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72b5fd No.7211

>>7143

Speak to the drifter, ask him to get the keys and if he can drive. If he agrees, get him to get the keys, open the door, and steal a car.

Meanwhile, begin charging the drone power and move crates to the parking lot, if the drifter is agreeing, or to the dump if not.


f6beb8 No.7216

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Llewes speaks… "No, I'm not. Get Rennes' keys, you're going to take his car. I need you to find somewhere I can reprogram these drones. I'll need a 'net connection, but keep it low key, off the grid."

The drifter shrugs and nods in assent. "I know a place." then heads into the office to divest the other security guard of his car keys.

You open the loading bay door, letting in the howling wind and stinging rain. Thanks to Llewes' memories you know which car is Rennes' and you start to pile boxes of parts and unpowered drones next to it.

The drifter returns just in time to help you connect as many drones as will fit onto the mains power, keys and a box of cigarettes in hand.

There's nothing more to do but wait, now…

It's a rare moment of peace for the both of you, in strange surroundings… The wind rocks the dim, shielded lamps of the production floor, bleeding out into the night, mingling with the dim orange of the drifter's smoke.

There's enough time to get the drones up to half-charge, before you have to go. You stand up and disconnect the drones, before heading toward the door. A simple command to follow and hide is all it takes to tether them to Rennes' car.

Hand on doorframe, the drifter speaks. "Wait! Tell me one thing - what are you?".

You smile, with Llewes' pretty face.

"Call me… Mother."

You make it back to reception with a few seconds to spare, exiting Llewes' head just as you hear an engine start up. A moment later, and your involvement is scrubbed from both guard's brains.

—

The beat-up car speeds through deserted streets, further and further into the slums, a small swarm of drones just barely visible following, if you cared to look hard enough. Inside, the drifter turns up the heat and divests himself of some of his foul clothing, revealing a battered dog collar, the off-white clasp starkly viPost too long. Click here to view the full text.


f6beb8 No.7218

>>7216

Do ask questions on whatever during the interim, the next update will probably not happen until Saturday.


597f8c No.7261

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MECHANICS

Mother is flesh and blood, though bound to the 'net. You can only handle so much data and supervise so much at once, while also maintaining a surface 'net presence as a disguise. This is reflected in how actions cost a certain percentage of power. If the power goes over your current limit (100%), you will have to cease surface 'net usage and send only dangerously visible packets of orders - every % over your maximum gives you a % per turn chance of being discovered by Ren-Hang Datasecurity operatives.

Actions therefore consist of 4 or more parts: Description, time to perform and data % cost, as well as the checks you must pass to perform it in meatspace (e.g. noise level, difficult terrain and so on).

—

Mission interim

Days pass by without a flicker of life from any of the stolen drones. You mull over the consequences of your actions - the Heironrik cleanout was the first time you had attempted to project yourself into "real" life, the physical world. Those security guards… Maybe you could use them again at some point. You keep tabs on their locations, it looks like they've both found similar employment at an even seedier business, as debt-slaves; their income is forfeit to Heironrik, now in administration, until such time as the owner feels they have repaid what they lost.

Eventually, the drones flicker into life - all of them at once. Accessing their crude black-and-white camera feeds you survey a panorama of flith - rolling hills of garbage, disused industrial buildings and collapsed slums. You must be in an abandoned district. Central to this landscape of decay is a grayed and wilting church, half hidden beneath a sagging overpass piled with debris.

The final drone comes online, dimly revealing the drifter, wearing slightly better attire, a vicar's collar prominent in the monochromatic display. In front of him is an overflowing ashtray, smoke drifting in the air. Behind, a splintered pillar, splitting the light from an air intake in two, the light furPost too long. Click here to view the full text.


203b06 No.7271

>>7261

Communicate with the father: What are the drones needed for? What should they be outfitted with?

Move two drones near to target. (How many drones do we have?)

Research at 50%.

Create/modify according to the father's suggestions, otherwise with lockpicks, bolt cutters and tazers at 40%



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a04326 No.7061[Reply]

You find yourself floating in darkness. None of your senses reveal anything of your surroundings.

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88aebd No.7241

>>7215

The item shop sounds fun. I like items. And objects. Would you accompany me there?


a04326 No.7244

"Alright, I'll show you where it is!"

As you turn to leave, you notice that your goomba friend is asleep on a pile of books.

"We'll come back for him later."

The two of you walk to the item shop. It isn't very far. Right when you enter, the green mushroom-like shopkeep speaks, his voice warm and booming.

"Welcome, Melba and friend."

He extends a hand toward you. You grab his hand, shaking it firmly.

"My name's Farran. And yours?"


78f0f3 No.7258

>>7244

Hobgoblin Buttersworth, at your service. A pleasure to meet you. Tell me, what is is you sell here?


a04326 No.7264

"Nice to meetcha, Hob. At this store I sell items, items, and more items. Take a look at the table to see what's for sale today."

He motions toward a table with a hand, drawing your eyes toward it. You see berries, potatoes, leaves, various mushrooms, eggs, some drinks, and other things.

"If you aren't satisfied with the selection, I've got more in the back."

You can see a locked door, leading to another room towards the back of the building.

"Are you lookin' for anything in particular?"


3ace8f No.7269

>>7264

Something to help me sleep easier at night, if you catch my drift….



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3f9b51 No.7084[Reply]

>Shameless MGS ripoff incoming

Tonrar Island, Bering Sea: November 2000

You stand in the official Mirage Force graveyard as you watch your best friend's coffin slowly lower into the earth. Your broken arm hangs limply in your sling, the only injury you sustained barring mild burns and small shrapnel fragments. His codename was Hyena, fitting since he was always laughing about something. The two of you served in a reconnaissance squad together for the past two years where you quickly became friends. An ambush by an unknown assailant turned a routine assignment deadly, as Hyena pushed you out of the way of a rocket-propelled grenade. You had lost consciousness and awoke in the medical bay to hear the news.

The Mirage Force commander, a man known to the world only as 'Victor', gives the signal for the 21 gun salute. Each rifle crack takes you back to the ambush, only serving to reinforce your desire for revenge. The ceremony comes to a close, and you head to your squad's old barracks. Next to Hyena's bunk was a picture of him with his wife and daughter, one he would always show off to whoever would look. Your official designation was to deliver his belongings and service medals to his family back in the United States. Packing his belongings you find a birthday present for his daughter, wrapped with care. She turns twelve soon, a rough age to lose your father at. Though you lack any familial tie to Hyena, the two of you were as close as brothers.

A radio crackles with some news about the US Presidential election. The Second Cold War has been a hotly debated topic, and diplomatic ties between the US and the New Soviet Republic are tense. Although Mirage Force is not officially tied to any nation, a majority of the private contracts received for their services are from Western intelligence agency cutouts. It's been heated lately in the debate chambers, as it's the first time a member of an independent party is gaining significant enough traction to be a major contender. Senator Frank McMillen has been swaying demographics to his side, taking steam out of both the Democratic and Republican candidates.

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54c1c5 No.7178

>>7162

Let's talk to Hope more, let her know that we were really close to her daddy, and that if she could tell us anything important, it would be really helpful.


3f9b51 No.7207

>>7177

>>7178

You tell Hope that you and her dad were really good friends, and anything she knew could help you find the bad guys that hurt him. She thinks hard for a second, and then scrambles to her computer. Her hands tear open the case and plug the hard drive into the machine. Some typing and clicking brings up a photograph on the screen. Hyena is there, presumably holding Hope as a baby. Firefly and his brother are there, as well. Behind them is some sort of machine, it's hard to make out the details however. If Hope was just a baby, then this picture was over a decade old. Had they been planning something this far in advance?

She stares at you until you finish looking at the picture. After you look back she immediately goes back to searching through files. Blueprints for all manners of devices flash across the screen, until eventually it lands on a diagram of a strange machine affixed to a human brain. She moves her hair and shows a scar on her scalp about where the diagram represents. "I was sick. It made me better." Miranda was hovering in the doorway, looking uncomfortable. "Hope was born with a rare brain disorder. The doctors said…said that she wouldn't live to her fifth birthday. Henry took her to see some scientist friends of his, and they put some kind of implant in her. I don't know how it works, but as you can see she's in perfect health now."

Hope points to the screen, another picture having appeared. In this one, another figure is present, a mostly bald man with large glasses. You don't recognize him, but he has a visible DARPA nametag much like Firefly's brother. The name says "Dr. Johannsenn". He is shaking Hyena's hand, pointing to the baby Hope with a visible smile. Hope tries to open another file, but an error dialog pops up. "Encrypted. Can't open." She looks disappointed at this, flopping out of her chair and onto the floor. Her hand slaps the Dreamcast, turning it on. "All I know. Call later." Miranda politely pulls you out of Hope's room. "Well, I hope you got what you needed. If you find anything out, please let me know. We'll invite you to the funeral." Post too long. Click here to view the full text.


74e68e No.7213

>>7207

Try to lose them. We probably don't have enough firepower, backup or intelligence to trap or confront them.


3f9b51 No.7228

>>7213

>Sorry about the one update a day thing, my schedule remains hectic

You signal for Sam to lose them, and he nods in agreement. He makes a few loops around the neighborhood, turning randomly around corners to throw the tail car off. They stay on track, but Sam slides through into a busy parking lot for a nearby shopping mall. The masses of cars make it difficult for the tail to keep up, and eventually they are left behind in a traffic jam. Sam parks, and ushers you out of the car. He sets a small device inside of the car, and the two of you go into the mall.

The two of you grab some coffee inside, and he holds what looks like a cell phone to his ear. After listening carefully, he says "They found the car. Hang on." He listens for a little while longer, sipping his coffee carefully. After a few more minutes, he sets the phone down. "Alright, got a little intel. Can't use that car anymore by the way, they trapped it. They're Russian, most likely local mafia working for NSR through a cutout. Sounded like they were supposed to waste the two of us, steal the kid, and clean up any witnesses. Don't worry, their hands are tied, after that little slipup we gave them they'll be too scared to try anything." You ponder this for a moment. The Soviets wanted Hope? It probably had to do with that brain implant. You figure maybe they wanted the tech to try to get a leg up on the West. In any case, Hope and Miranda are in danger at their house. "Don't jump the gun trying to save them, bud. They're definitely being watched; we try anything and they go into action. Might have to pull a few favors to settle this."

You finish your coffee and throw it in the garbage. For a simple escort job, Sam's certainly getting involved. He hasn't betrayed Mirage in the past, but he does work freelance. You can't overlook the possibility that he's got something larger in the works than being your chauffeur. Unfortunately, he's the only contact you know in the area. The only other sources you have are your friends back on Tonrar Island. Looks like you'll just have to make do with what you can get and sort the situation out yourself.

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00e0cf No.7249

>>7228

Devise a plan to save Hyena's family, and then one to get out of the mall.



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1e864a No.7193[Reply]

This is a game I usually play with friends but I thought some of you guys might be lonely. I don't come here often but I thought we could all have fun. Let's play this.

We are all playing as "Brad". "Brad" is a 25 year old alcoholic sitting in a bar. You can control him for what ever reason as long as your post ends in an even number. You can only reroll for your action after another person posts. Have a goal in mind when playing this game, try to get him to complete it. It can be literally anything.

Stat Checks. Over time Brad can get items that have multipliers for his stats as of right now they are all one

Charisma 1

Speed 1

Strength 1

Stealth 1

Etc. 1

Rules

If Brad dies the game ends

If Brad is arrested for more than ten years the game ends

If Brad loses all his limbs the game ends

"Any questions? Or shall we begin?"

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09273a No.7222

>>7221

fuck

>re rell


1e864a No.7223

>>7222

>Forgets about the motercycle

"I don't think I should find a salty shoe."

>Brad says this aloud before looking around.

>A local whore noticed and laughs at him from a distance.


09273a No.7224

What do you mean you shouldn't find the shoe?

>2040

>Denying the importance of salty shoes

Fine. At least get the key to the city.


1e864a No.7225

>>7224

>Brad felt troubled, though he didn't know why

>He looked up to the sky

"I need to find the key to the city."

>The hooker from earlier burst out laughing again as crabs crawled out of her skirt.

"What… what's wrong with me?"

>He whispered outloud as his ability to inner monologue was gone.


2da95e No.7234

>>7225

Ask the hooker if she's high class enough to know the mayor, and if we can break into his office together to steal the key to the city.



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4c6702 No.6868[Reply]

June, 1500. The beginning of a new century and a time of great portents.

At the start of the year meteors fell to the earth, where they did emit strange gasses which hang in the air. It was discovered that passing through this substance transports the walker to a new, alien world. In addition, many passers report miraculous events or communes with their god, which persist even in our own world - eyewitness evidence reports the Virgin Telse beseeching the very waters to rise up and break the Danish army at Hemmingstedt!

In this time of great change, one thing remains constant - the lust for glory and power. You are a minor lord with a meteor-portal on your land, giving you great opportunity for expansion and advancement!

>What is your name, and what nation do you belong to?

Your nation affects game bonuses and malluses.

Your starting lands, equipment and military will be randomly rolled, but you will be able to purchase more before starting your expedition to the new world.

Your starting statistics are:

Strength: 9

Personality: 5

Endurance: 5

Charisma: 6

Intelligence: 20

Agility: 14

Luck: 12

>You can choose to reroll this (a feeble score is 5), or apportion 70 points yourself (an average score is 10).

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a3e8e6 No.7052

>>7011

>no chance to offer them terms

What kind of siege is this?

>>Trust in the local skirmishing forces to handle this (Enemy will probably break through, but take casualties)

Establish a perimiter around the portal afterwards. Less casualties we take the better, reinforcements will come eventually and we'll do well to keep as many men alive as possible. Gotta get them peasants back to their fields eventually.


d3ed90 No.7109

Note for posterity:

I'm abandoning this quest, it hasn't worked too well. I like the idea, however, and will be working on a more streamlined version of the concept, along traditional CYOA lines (choose from options) as the detailed approach doesn't seem to be very well received.


75268b No.7154

>>7109

Well, that's a shame. I liked the cultural bits and all.


00f514 No.7170

>>7154

What I'm planning on doing is solidifying the concept with written rules, more rigid mechanics and so forth… Maybe "card game" elements for characters and companies.

It'll take a while but should come out a lot better; I'll make several "starting choices" and make sure one of them is our original Irish character.


5a9a7e No.7187

>>7170

>Maybe "card game" elements for characters and companies.

I don't know about that, I'm a fan of traditional quests myself. 1500s, actually having norse-gael culturual influences in game, the attention to detail, was all pretty superb if you ask me. Best of luck tho.

>never got to have gallowglass and arquebus users fighting side by side



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db39c6 No.7032[Reply]

You wake up in Japan; the air smells like rice and your head aches. You can't remember where you were last, or how long you were out, but you knew you needed to return home as quickly as possible, before you fall prey to earthquakes, radiation poisoning or dragons. What do you do next?

Do you ask Large Japanese Man for his guidance?

Do you smash the Gong of Repentance?

Do you follow the path?

Or do you stray from these options to find your own way home?

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2894f3 No.7038

>>7032

Bang the gong rhythmically. Give the Large Japanese Man something to tap his foot to.


db39c6 No.7054

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Upon smashing the sacred gong, Large Japanese Man emits a powerful howl to be heard for miles around, or several hundreds of thousands of grains of rice as per the local system of measurement; besides this, nothing especially interesting happens. He bows solemnly and sips from his bowl of sake, before standing.

"DOSUKOI!" he rumbles, clearly thoroughly pleased at your banging of the percussion instrument. "Kimi wa boku no taiyo da ze."

It is quickly made apparent that this idiot cannot speak English. Reaching such a language barrier, you must find another way to communicate if you would like to express your predicament with LJM. What will you do?


63e0ad No.7055

>>7054

Quickly, we must bow, and make babbling noises. He will interpret it as us being sad and needing help.


69102a No.7060

>>7055

We should consider speaking slowly, at an elevated volume. I've heard that helps in situations like these.


fc3d2b No.7089

>>7054

We must quickly do 3 things.

1. Get a cold. That will allow us to make the throaty noises required.

2. Get constipated. That will allow us to make the strained, almost wheezing noises required.

3. Get amnesia. Start throwing out random sounds, alternating between normal, throaty and strained pronunciations.

If we do these we will blend in perfectly and not look like a filthy gaijin.



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a6b394 No.7042[Reply]

The world is at peace. With the advent of wildly advanced robotics and basic AI, armies and armed conflict have faded to the province of third-world countries. Man looks to the stars, and delegates the international squabbles to be decided by games and contests between teams of Robots and Coaches, teams more often than not of three robots and three coaches. Robots do battle in arenas, and coaches guide them through those fights.

Robot Coaches are the new rock stars, professional athletes, and engineers rolled into one. They tune their machines, they have adoring fans, and they decide the fate of nations on their capabilities.

Your name is James Haggar, and you want to be a Robot Coach. There's two problems with that: One, you don't have a robot. And Two, you don't have a basic AI to slot into it. Both are highly expensive pieces of equipment. You couldn't possibly save up for them with your current job.

With that in mind…

>Let's go dumpster diving.

>Let's ask for a sponsorship from the local Robot Garage.

>Let's ask our sister for advice.

>Let's try to pirate an AI.

ff5e2f No.7043

We have a sister, huh? As much as I'd love to get down and dirty dumpster diving, as getting a random sponsorship is unlikely and trying to pirate an AI might get us in trouble later, I feel like we should talk to our sister, just to get a better sense of who we are and our relations.


cc812e No.7044

lets see if our sister knows anything



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9c1778 No.6861[Reply]

I aim to run a quest, pray tell, what would you most like to play?

- A tightly focused level-based cyber/dystopia rebel hacker-fest with a reasonably interesting spin and barebones ASCII maps.

or

- A strategy (somewhat grand) exploration and colonization of the New World (literally) with accompanying strange natives, lore and laws of nature & physics being twisted and torn to allow for religiously-based magic and hellfire (straight from the outer ring). Mostly via text, some maps and illustrations.

In addition I've a mind to try running the picture related on /v/ as a way of shilling /qu/, thoughts? It's from one of those "lol random generator" threads but I thought it would be a cool setting for psychological horror.

Also do put out your own ideas and maybe shitpost to give the board some more postcount (niche boards don't die, they can wise fwom the gwave again!)

9edbbe No.6863

Dystopia Ice adventure sounds pretty good to me.

Then again, exploring a new world and learning lore and stuff is always fun.


9c1778 No.6866

>>6863

Know what? I'm gonna run 'em all, the slow speed should allow for it.


9edbbe No.6871

>>6866

I'm all for it, brother.



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0dadd7 No.6814[Reply]

Magic is real.

It's such a simple statement, isn't it? That there are forces beyond much of our reckoning. Creatures beyond our knowledge. A world beyond science and technology. But it's true. It's true and you know it. But how?

>Survivor: You survived an attack of supernatural sorts - a curse, a monster, it doesn't matter. You were lucky enough to get away.

>Clued: A resident of the supernatural world informed you of its existence due to closeness or working relationship.

>Investigated: You found out something you shouldn't have.

>Innocent: You've always known. Perhaps raised that way, or maybe you held up superstitions.

>New Hire: You're working in a mercenary company. Said company failed to inform you that you might be hunting monsters or rogue magicians.

>Blossoming: New power has leapt into your life, from your own being.

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b2fce7 No.6817

Let's go with innocent. Some basic, already known stuff might be fun.


ac69c4 No.6826

Third for innocent!


a443fa No.6827

>Innocent!

>You gain the perk: Inured

>When faced with what would normally cause Unsettle or Fear to normals, you need not roll most of the time.

>You have a moderate bonus to knowledge of the Darkworld.

Your power, which blossomed at an early age, is…?

>Magic. The working of energy that springs from leylines all around the world, to various effects, as taught to you by your Master or Mistress.

>Shapeshifting: You can transform parts of your body, just like your parents.

>Psionic: You've realized a power within your mind, weaker than your alien teacher but growing wildly.

>Hearteating: When you eat a living creature's heart, you also feast upon its soul - a technique handed down to you by your uncle.


c84a27 No.6828

>>6827

Let's get all psionic in this bitch. Don't want to spook out the locals with freaky magic, shapeshifting madness, or eating their literal hearts, now do we?


afa3a3 No.6837

>>6827

>>Magic. The working of energy that springs from leylines all around the world

>>6828

I'm sure our master taught us how to not be too conspicuous



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02a3ab No.697[Reply]

The dizzying fog of semi-consciousness is blown away slightly by the pain emanating from your skull. Slowly, you manage to sit up and take in your surroundings. You have no idea where you are, or even who you are. You find yourself bandaged up from head to toe and laying in a pile of shoddy cloth stitched together into a rough blanket. A burned out campfire sits just out of arms reach. Looking out across the horizon reveals a rough desert blanketed by massive piles of debris and garbage. Incredibly tall towers loom far, far off in the distance. It takes a bit of effort at first, but you manage to get up onto your feet.

Next to your bed is a duffel bag containing what you assume to be your belongings:
PDA (severely damaged)
Rough weatherproof clothes (lightly torn, bloodstained)
Generic gas mask (right eyepiece cracked)
Pistol with 5 rounds left in the magazine

You take a good look at yourself and start to regain a bit of composure and memory.
Are you:
-Male
-Female
What was your specialty back before whatever happened?
-Shootin'
-Lootin'
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e95e4c No.6626

Keeping this thread bumped


15288e No.6811

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>>4682

>It's as much as they could do.

No. No it's not by far. There's not even a board link. Jesus christ, they could link in the frontpage, like /v/ does for AGDG. They could provide a crosslink. They could do a hell of a lot more.

But they don't. And we all know why. They came here to exile us, specifically. When they mention the loss of content, they mean the rise of quests. When they mention shit threads, they mean us. There is no reason to be anything but adversarial to /tg/ here, because they will never be anything but that to us. Hell, I argued for HOURS just to get a frontpage link on /d20/. For fuck's sake, don't simper and whine that "oh, that's all they could do". Sit there and admit it.

They want you to die. They came here to flee quests. It sounds militant and rude and crude, but understand this: If they could, they'd ban us from the site. They're stupid, insipid little children who cannot tolerate that which they don't like.

So, fuck'em. That's definitely not all they could do. There's lots more they could do. But they don't.


c54c9e No.6812

>>6811

>>4682

Wowza, pretty large gap for a response, don't you think?


15288e No.6813

>>6812

The fact that it was on frontpage shows how sad this board is.


1cbd0e No.6816

>>6813

Sad, yes. But it is our sad little home, and damn it we are going to put up some curtains.



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215e53 No.6778[Reply]

Hello /qu/! This is my very first quest. I had this idea in a /tg/ thread over on 4chan (Shocking!) and wanted to have a little fun with it. I will explain the setting later, because thats part of my grand plan.

The only thing you need to know for now is that it is the 3rd of April 1964 and you are sitting in your living room on your comfy TV chair. The curfew is still in place, and patrols were just doubled. The sun is setting and the red warm light is flooding into the room through the window on your right, curtains swinging lightly in the spring breeze.

You Look up at the clock hanging above your TV. 18:44, one minutes until T+7 days.

You look down again, a small bowl of tomato soup in your left hand, and a spoon in the right. The soup was cold already. The stress of the past few days had ruined your appetite.

A silent tick indicated that the time had come.

You stand up and place the bowl on a black table next to your chair.

Below your bed is a hatch, and below the hatch is a safe, and in the safe is your new life.

As you push the bed away, revealing the dusty mess you hadn't cleaned in ages, you feel your heart pound and your palms getting sweaty.

You open the hatch and look at the safe. A black box with a rounded handle and a single keyhole stares back at you.

You reach to your chest and feel your heart racing. You close your eyes and listen to it for a while. Focusing on calming yourself you open your white shirt and take the key off the chain that has been given to you three years ago.

Leaning down again you push the key inside the keyhole. A 90° turn and three audible clicks later you pull on the handle revealing two documents to the evening sunlight.

They are both labeled top secret. One is heavier than the other.

What do you do?

>A: Read the heavier one

>B: Read the lighter one

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d1b1b9 No.6799

>>6794

>Option A, but as security draw the pistol, don't aim it but make sure it's visible to the man.

>I'm a little suspicious about the rank smell tbh. Not too sure this guy hasn't taken over Emanuels' life somehow.


13962e No.6800

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>>6799

You draw your colt and hold it in-front of your abdomen.

“Die Musik war gestern etwas laut.”

The man rapidly spins around and yells „WAS ZUM TEUFEL?!“ [What the hell?!], only after a second or two he calms down and goes back to his relaxed stance.

„Oh Mann, hast du mich erschreckt. Ich wusste nicht, dass du so schnell hier seien würdest. Das tut mir sehr Leid.“ [Oh man, you really scared me. I didn't know you would be here so quickly. I am very sorry.]

He gestures at the rear entrance to the house and calmly says:”Warum gehen wir nicht rein und besprechen alles? Wir sollten schnellstens abhauen.” [Why don't we go inside and talk about this? We should get away from here as quickly as possible.]. “Und steck das Teil weg, sonst sieht das noch wer.” [And put that thing away, someone might see it.]

You still can't see his face, but he sounds like Emanuel.

What now?

>A: Follow the man into the house.

>B: “Ich würde lieber hier draußen bleiben.” [I would rather stay out here.]

>C: Anon suggestions.

>1: Holster Colt.

>2: Anon suggestions


421ac1 No.6801

>>6800

>I'm more than a little suspicious now, he didn't reply with any recognition code back to me. Not holstering the colt, but with my free hand gesture him inside first. Sounding like Emanuel is relatively easy, but try to get him talking and see if we can ascertain for sure if he is manny or not.


0b9f57 No.6802

>>6801

"Das tut mir sehr leid." [I am very sorry.] was the recognition code.


cd72da No.6808

>>6802

>Fair 'nuff. Then pocket the colt and follow him inside. I don't think we should be too trusting, even though the guy seems legit. Don't let him behind us and try to stay near the walls and away from windows.



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8d0fd0 No.6691[Reply]

I tried to put this over at /tg/ and they got buttmad, so I'm bringing it here:

As you can see, the game as already started, so pick from the available creatures in this post.

4 years ago I started Evo games over at halfchan's /tg/. I really loved them, but people always want the world to become more and more complicated, I just want to have a fun one-off game.

- I will post a picture of 3 creatures. You take one of the creatures and edit the picture in a program of your choice (always save as .png)

- When you edit the picture, you 'evolve' the creature. This can be a new limb, sensory organ, tail, etc.

- Post the picture here. If it has the same name it is an evolution of said creature. Declare weather or not it is a splinter-species.

- You may edit any creature you want, but you cannot edit the same creature twice in a row.

- There is no winning or losing, just having fun. Our goal is to create a fun new world full of creatures, not be an internet tough guy.

Let's begin. We are in a small pool. There is no other life around but ourselves. 3 creatures dominate this pool:

- Sy - A algae that just floats around gathering sunlight for energy

- Cip - Feeds on Sy. It is very fast.

- Roh - A voracious, yet inefficient predator. It whirls through the pool hoping to grab a Cip with its claws.

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361616 No.6711

>>6710

Well people were actually playing the one on /tg/ until the fun police showed up.


361616 No.6713

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Since this thread and board seem completely dead, please join us over at >>>/evol/


8fe488 No.6714

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>>6713

>Making an even more niche board

/qu/ is slow, but that'll be even slower…


10a8bd No.6715

>>6714

>not making a niche board for every thread

Seriously, though, I thought the same thing until they started talking about making more. One wouldn't be cluttering anything up, but a ton of evo games would crowd out the other threads.


361616 No.6716

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>>6715

Well it's irrelevant now. The board is made and there are at least a dozen posts a day. Not a lot, but it is generating OC at least. People also seem to like it.

This also would have been a one-off thread for kicks if /tg/ weren't such massive fags about it. Now I have a board and it is doing well, I have no complaints.



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2cfc3f No.2857[Reply]

Many years from now, Scientists have discovered a new source of power, they have named it "Elementi", although it can be used through technology, there is one born with the ability to control Elementi without any devices.

Name:
Eye Color:
Skin Color:
Hair Color:
Hair Length:
Favorite Color:
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788de6 No.5640

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>>5587
In the meantime between looking for Merlot and finding him, the mother ship had arrived, it's currently in orbit.

6cf223 No.6084

>>5640

We should invite Merlot and the King to beam up with us, and gather a Military Council together with the Captain onboard.


2aa0e1 No.6087

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>>6084

Well this is awkward, you would think the first group meeting between Homo and Xeno sapiens would be under better conditions, how should we begin?


2363be No.6690

Teleports always make me disoriented, whisper to Rodney what's Countess Tapioca's and Colonel Leroy's abilities again?


83b7ae No.6706

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>>6690

Countess Tapioca is the niece of King Fruit Salad, she's also skilled in the fields of Elementi Study, she is able to use Elementi, and thanks to the form of study we call "Geometry" she has discovered a wide variety of ways Elementi can be utilized.

Colonel Leroy, a high ranking officer from our world, he helped discover advances in Elementi combat, such as the E-Cartridge, a bullet that has a small coil on the inside that can store Elementi.



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fb0c5b No.6682[Reply]

Rules: First to two votes wins

Write-ins are allowed.

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Are we defined by our memories? Is it that the past events that we remember shape ourselves? Are we the results of a chain of actions that have happened? Or is it rather that there is an intrinsic 'soul' or 'us' that exists that is unique to every person and that if two people were to have the same genetics and same life experiences, they would still be different people?

I do not know the answer to that. I cannot know the answer to that. The last three years have been a distortion of sorts, which has destroyed any path to finding an answer. A small and limited being like me, a speck on the face of the Earth, an infinitesimally small existence under the Heavens, is incapable of seeing the answer which so lies beyond my reach.

The cause of all this is my memories in America. I do not know for certain if they are even mine's. Certainly, in those memories, everything is logically composed to seem like mines. But as I recall that question of what makes the self, I can feel at this very moment that my emotions don't feel very connected with them.

If those memories aren't mines, how do I make them feel to be mines so at least I'm not constantly disturbed by this feeling?

If some dark undercurrent under me is making fake memories and putting them into me, does it mean that it seeks me to give birth to her?

Why is there such a dissonance in my heart?

It started:

[] Back at home, when Mama got her assignment.

[] At JFK Airport.

[] Under the full moon.

fb0c5b No.6683

/qu/ is slower than accepted, show we move this to half-chans tg?


fb0c5b No.6685

>>6684

I guess I'll try half-chan then.


fb0c5b No.6686

>>6684

Tomorrow that is.



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