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You are BRETT MCSELLOUT, and you're about to go up on the world stage to present Microsoft's "CALL OF HALLWAY: BLOOM RUSSIANS 5: MECH BOAT EDITION" on the new XBONE to the audience here at E3. You are incredibly nervous. You are here to talk about how good the game is, but you forgot all your lines because you are so nervous! You stand there, paralyzed in fear. You gotta do something, fast, or Microsoft's gonna have your head!
Someone put one of my shinies in a jar. I need this shiny.
[LIFE OUT OF PLACE]
You wish you could say this was the first time you've woken up face down in a ditch. It's not. However, it is the first time you've woken up face down in a ditch buried in snow. It is as cold as fuck. You are also acutely aware of the fact that most of your stuff is gone. Your clothes feel intact, but the reassuring heft of your pack is painfully absent. You hope your pack is somewhere nearby, but really, it wouldn't be the first time you've lost all of your stuff. What is your name, race, and gender?
My lord! See how red the wound my bodkin makes! I trace the tip across my palm and the pain I take it well. Lo! for I am all, within and without, I am yours. Yours the knuckle and the finger and the ligature of my skin as it breaks in a million gossamer places. It snarls. It brings me to you, Lord; with the claret I move in rivulets to you, Lord! It makes me perfect. May I never fear pain, Lord! May I never fear death! May my loyalty want for nothing!
In his dream, Oren visits Grandpa out in the wastes. "You're in a bit of trouble, ain't you," Grandpa drawls. He's got a bag of peanuts next to him. He idly shells one. "Down in that hole of yourn." "Yeah," says Oren. "I reckon I'm in deep." "Why you come asking my help then, boy?" Grandpa chews solemnly. "You never even met me fore I bought the farm." "Dad always said you were a great man." Oren shuffles closer. He's very small. "A man's man." Grandpa snorts. "What did your no-good pa ever know about man's mens mans or whichever? Only fella he ever whooped was his boy." He tosses a peanut to Oren. "I spose you might well blame me for that one." "Grandad, I've been trapped down there a day at least. I got no idea what's happening to Nessie. If I don't die of hunger or something first I can't imagine what Joseph's planning on doing to me. If he ain't just going to leave me down here forever and let nature take its course, anyway." "Well. Ain't nothing wrong with dying, Oren." Grandpa's voice is scratchy and dustblasted but tender. "I been through it. Everyone has. Or will. Everyone, ever." He leans forward on his rock. "You scared, Oren?"
((This is a collaborative quest between myself and Larro. As such, updates will be on a leisurely schedule. Thank you for your patience in advance.)) The world is made of hurt. For now, anyway. You awaken, Grunting as you rise. There is pain in your shoulders, your chest, and your head. And, naturally, as is the way of things: You don't remember anything. You search your memories, and only come up with a smiling face - One that is hard to describe. A crooked smile, like part of it was wax and melted. One eye dull, the other bright green. In any case, you look yourself over, and find a wallet. The ID is missing, and you sigh heavily. Ugh, what the hell? The place you are dumped in smells of heavy motor oil. There's a car here, and many tools. The car is a clunker. Something sits on the table, a strange, vaguely humanoid construction. From your waist, it rises to your head, standing there without support. A note sits at its foot. "You do not have much time." you read aloud. "All I can do is give you a chance. I can only hope they sent Wilhelm to disable you, as it is our only hope that you are not dead. You probably do not have much memory, and that is for the better. Make your own name, your own place. Even if your mental capability is fractured and broken - we need someone unique so it is for the better. There is not much time to explain. The construction before you is a Doll Frame. There exist twelve Doll Frames in the world." You turn the note. "Each Doll Frame works only once. I have scrounged and scrumped to buy this last one. Now - speak its name. One Word. Give it form, so it may fight for its life. All you must do is emerge victorious. The means do not matter. Fight by your Word and name. Learn the power the Word grants. Defeat the other Dolls and secure the prize, or die in the calling. You must hurry. The others will find the Frame, and t Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
"Make sure your feet are planted. It's as important as using spears." "I... not sure if agree." "You'll agree when you fire. Only fire a couple shots. We're only using enough ammunition so you know what firing feels like." "This is how booming death is? Pulling the tiny lever?" "If you don't respect the gun, I'm going to get off your shoulder and watch in safety while you shoot your foot off." Understand. "It's understood." "Understood." "Hold it firmly. Don't tense up and clutch it, just keep it steady, before, during and after it fires."
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It is too dark...
"So... Will it work?" >"I believe so, yes." You and Styx examine the Dividing Pyramid. >"However, as it stands the item will be burnt up beyond use after one application. I 'may' be able to have it work for one more use but to do that I would have to tinker with the item. Tinkering is an... Uncertain science to say the least. It's up to you my Lord."
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Legacy Quest Chapter 3: Escort Mission Older Chapters Chapter 1 - http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/445572.html Chapter 2 - http://www.tgchan.org/kusaba/quest/res/450063.html Discussion Thread - http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/59003.html Story by Kaed Art by Sime
The man smiles. Killing someone like Aeryr or Masil is still out of his grasp but simply having the legendary blade makes him a threat to any dragon. Thasti learned this the hard way. The fool could not resist a challenge. As one of the weaker dragons the Dragonslayer hit him hard. He's dying. And with the Slayer so close and no living people besides it's wielder near him he finds himself simply fading away. For the first time in many many years a dragon is dying, completely and utterly. The man walks away, humming to himself happily. He makes a mental note of who else is left. That one that died before he was even born doesn't count of course... He laughs. One down, five to go.
>As I do not have my tablet, I'm experimenting with a new, daringly "art brut" style of art and storytelling. Needless to say all my other quests are on extended hiatus until this thread is complete. >All The Way Complete. Yr a stick man in a white background and there's nothing what do you do What do you even do
You are ROTTEL. Octary's birthday is coming up a week ago, so you need to get her something extra special!
Old thread was getting too big so I decided to just continue it here >>502370 He's with his family right now though. I'll bug him as soon as he returns though. >>502365 >>502366 Yeah... Both of those are really good points. I... I don't know. I mean I wasn't really -too- attached to the knights. I mostly just used it as a means to get away from home. Besides the obvious reasons of being upset over the destruction of the castle I'm pretty OK with all this. Is that weird? I -feel- like I should be pissed off or something. But I'm just kinda... Bleh. >>502744 Screw them. The only one I care about is my little sis. After the dramatic exit I made before I don't want to see them again. Partly because it was a pretty cool exit and also because... I think if they told me to live at home now I might actually listen. >>502369 >Taking out Regulus Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
'I am afraid,' mentions private Droth, as he mentions his fear.
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"Besides, he probably died when I pushed the giant spider over on top of him anyway, so it really wasn't my fault... and that's how I got this magical crystally thing that nobody can identify." "And that's why someone sent trackers after you to get it back and we spent all day explaining to the authorities why we were fighting in the streets?" "See? Now you got it, and it was only about an hour, it just feels like forever." Phew... Whenever this happens I always get a big lecture about bringing trouble home with me and yadda yadda yadda. When I bring home gold no one ever complains.
"aaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" MY WINGS DON'T WORK HOW DO WINGS WORK
Welcome back. >TIME TO BUY THE SKELETOR DLC! Skeletor DLC is already installed. You are currently playing as an Exoskeleton Mantis… >Load last save. Loading last saved game… Loading “Claire (Mantis)”…
[when inspiration finally strikes and i have enough will to start a quest, there is no such thing as waiting to use my tablet]
Belenosian Homeworld, 9,341 galactic years before the invention of the warp drive. Local Time: 3199 Civilization Date, Day 398 of 421, 08:45
Developing some lore here. This intro has four posts to it. Please keep suggestions until prompted. They say that this place is haunted. Here, where the air carries the shrieks of grotesque, alien beasts, and where the nights are of unforgiving coldness. I call my subordinate, Lur. It is important for him to see what I have seen. This place is haunted. This is what I have been told by rogues and outcasts. Worthless traitors, rotting in their rusting, filthy cages. Prisoners. I had never believed a single word of it. I had beaten them for their idiocy. They say that the spirits of the dead; victims of this brutal wasteland, had carried themselves with some apparent purposelessness, screaming the songs of their death. Hopeless, lost souls. But today... I have seen it for myself. No 'lost soul,' wandering aimlessly, but something worse. For today...
>((This quest is stat-driven, with dice rolls for most actions behind the scenes. For Chapter 1, and your current character sheet, consult http://quest.lv/kusaba/questarch/res/223628.html )) It was his first big assignment, and it was sprinting away from him down a dusty street on a dustier backwater planet called Faro 8. Halaris, crustacean Casanova and recruit of the Alliance's crack special operations unit, the ATRF, had come to Faro to evict its population of unfriendly pirates. He took with him the fiery (metaphorically and literally) Delter engineer Talia and the pragmatic human Sergeant Anka Pribicevic. Negotiations appeared to be going well right up until a runner for the pirates bolted out of the council hall, off to his heavily fortified HQ. The diplomatic mission was about to get a little more complicated.
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"I don't know why I have to learn this stupid thing. I can never play it right! Uwah! I wish mother didn't force me to practice with this thing! Why couldn't I get a better instrument like my sisters?"
Your name is Zeruel. You are an Angel. You live in the Above.
Oh god... My head... Where..?
Oooh, I'm so excited! I hope he gets here soon!
The Legendary Dragon Slayer... With it's ever-shifting (only shifts when near a dragon) stripes and the symbols of all the dragons on it's hilt... There is no doubt this is the genuine blade of legend...
It's been two weeks since I left the others.
I am alone. I want to find him, but it is so dark now. It hurts. I want to find him. My big brother. My hands shake.
Dawn of the First Day >"Hello, Story Seeker." "Good morning, Muo! Still remembering everything?" >"Yep. Uh... Story Seeker?" "Good! Now, although I will never tire of waking up next to a nice girl, I do not know if I look forward to the normal routine anymore. It has grown tedious. Now, to address the subject that causes you to state my name in such a questioning manner! I was hoping you or Tom would know, but alas, I myself do not know what that noise is that is coming from underneath our bed. In fact, I am more concerned with my inability to describe such an unearthly noise than I am of the noise itself!" >"Let's... do something?"
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Light be my anathema for all I once counted boon and close to my being I abjure as dross, and the milk of human kindness turn to silt between the lips that crack and flake and peel against their house. Surely, the stars above me flicker and die; I supplant them and will dwell in their darkling roof, for ever.
Rina isn't feeling too good. It started as a pretty fun night, and she hated to just walk off on the commotion. It was her best friend's graduation after all. It also wouldn't look too good on her since she's the one that made the effort to reach out to everyone to join the celebration in the first place. Rasha enters the room. "Rina?" he says. Rina turns her head at him, offering a fake smile. "Are you alright?" Rina just nods. "Girl, the party's out there! C'mon. We're just getting started here." Rina just scratches the back of her neck. "I'll be out in a minute," Rina replies. "What are you doing in here anyway?" Rasha questions. Rina sighs. She doesn't really like it when Rasha gets nosy, but then again, Rina does not really know what she's doing in the storage room of all places. "You sure you're alright?" Rasha asks.
There is a deep rumbling. Miles below the ocean's surface, A gleaming tower of metal lies submerged. It starts to move, shooting up towards the surface fast enough that the tremors alone cause serious repercussions around the globe. It isn't just the one globe that this happens on, but MANY globes, all of them layered over one another and nearly synonymous with the rest, save for some tiny difference that sets them apart. Cracks begin to form, deep in the recesses of space and time relative to those specific dimensions. Things start to leak through these cracks, deep in the cold empty void: Things that the mind would barely be able to fathom. A man, A rather extraordinary one from another universe altogether, is panicking billions of miles away as this happens. He pulls on levers, connects wires, and types calculations into deeply complex machines, and what he finds only serves to deepen his anxiety. Several universes might end today, and he may be to blame. Meanwhile, in one of these realities, one person is enveloped in a bright light and shot out towards the man at speeds they wouldn't even be able to fully comprehend. The universe has realized what is happening, and has called in reinforcements. You find yourself in a strange place, metal and circuitry lining the walls. A man with wild red hair stands before you, covered in grease and fretting over machinery around him. Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
Riing-riiiiing Riing-riiiiing Ring-Riiiiing Ring-Rii Click "Hi, you've reached the Blejwas' residence. Hoenna and Ferdinand can't come to the phone, and Sophie is a little too shy to answer the phone right now, so if you could just leave a message after the beep, we promise to get right back to you, if you aren't a telemarketer." beep "Hon, It's Ferdi. Are you there? Could you pick up the phone? Hoenna? Please. Spirit's sake, if you're there could you pick up the phone so I can talk to you? I just... can we talk? Pick up the goddamn phone, Hoenna. "Please? "Uhm. I tried to come home today and it looks like you went and changed the lock like you said you would. I, uh. Did you take Sophie to your mom's? I tried calling her but she won't pick it up if she sees my ID. "Look, uh, if you get this, could you please, please call me back? I need to talk to you, okay? I know we always just end up yelling but I really will try and just explain myself to you this time, okay? I didn't mean to... for any of the stuff I did to... I need you to understand I didn't... I, uh, I don't do what I do because I'm a bad guy. You know I'm not a bad guy. My job is to help people, I took the job for my girls and to, to help people, and... uhm, uh, I'm trying, Hoenna. I'm not crooked, I just... I never thought it would be as hard as it is. You just don't understand... Well, no, I mean how could y- I mean, call me back, okay, Hoenna? I have to go. I love you. I love love love you and I love Sophie. I'll see you soon, Hoenna. Be safe." beep
I deserve it.
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You awaken in pain, and it doesn't help that you can't see a damn think. You know, at least, that you're tied to a chair. You try pulling at the rope, but get nothing in response. Damn. You were at least hoping to punch someone in the face. You wait for what seems like hours before a bright light comes one overhead and you see forms moving through the room, draggin in a table and a chair by the looks of it. Most of the forms leave, but two remain, one standing off to the side, the other sitting down. As your eyes adjust, you confirm them to be the Demon and 23. The Demon ignores you for a little while, humming a bouncy little song, opening up folders going through paperwork and pictures. Abruptly, he glances up at you and offers a disarming smile. "Welcome back to the world of the living, Miss McCallahan. I'm Special Agent McCarthy, Division 7." Division... 7? You only ever heard about 5 Divisions. National, International, Military, Economics and Judicial. 1-5 Respectively. Well... you learn something new every day. "If you don't mind, I have some questions for you. Do you happen to know who this is?" He places a picture of a much younger Cass in front of you, although instead of being dressed as your used to her dressing, she's naked, and quite literally covered in blood from head to toe. "Perpetrator of over thirty murders. Took the UNA over 3 years to even track her down. Took us another month to actually apprehend her. She disappeared mysteriously about three months ago. Shame to have her walking the streets again..." The Demon sighs, then places the picture back in the folder it had come from and places it to the side. He opens up another folder in front of him, and begins reading off some things. "But that's not what we're really here to talk about. Now then. You're one Linda McCallahan. Age Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
It has been four months since my last mission. I have spent it training for my next, after the previous brought my shortcomings to light. Now, I've been summoned onto my ultrahive's orbital flagship without explanation. This is the first time I have ever been in space, but I don't have time to sightsee. I am immediately shown in to see the fleet admiral, hopefully to get that explanation. >"Hello. It is nice to finally see you, Polo of Sealock." "Thank you, Sir." We feel each other out for a moment through our empathic links. Even though I have the almost unheard of capacity to block it myself, doing so here would be similar to blocking my face with my hands while talking to someone. Furthermore, I am presumed dead by the general public, and going silent without use of artificial jammers may raise questions to nearby neumono. Still, thus far I have only been in contact with high profile individuals who have more important things to keep secret than my state of life. >"We haven't found the salikai yet, but their available hiding spots are dwindling. You will be deployed against them as soon as we find them. Until then, we have decided to have you help in the search. Another ultrahive has a small crew performing a routine inspection on a Voklit reservation. While inspection is the official job, we are also going to make a map of the cave system that extends deep below the site. You are to assist the cartographer in this. While the chances of a salikai presence are low overall, it has a higher chance than other sites on an individual, site-by-site basis. If you do find any signs at all of the salikai, report back to us with the highest priority. Any questions?"
One could decide it was a landing of shit. Especially when a pilot is best of Séblagsniesemroné, and decorated. [Insert Suggestion]
You'd probably imagine living in a world of amazingly colorful things would be great, right? Where everyone is happy all the fucking time and prancing around like everything is perfect and happy all the FUCKING time and where you don't age past 15 years old and everyone is trying to feed you fucking skittles TWENTY FOUR SEVEN and the bread is god damned CYAN BLUE and all the rooms are made with EXTREMELY BRIGHT COLORS and all the clothes are hideously bright and NEVER MATCH? Well let me fucking tell you: it sucks DICK. Which is pretty bad for me because I'M A LESBIAN. I've recently found a way out of this place-to get to the normal world, which they said was impossible. You can get in to Color, but you can't get out. It's going to be hard. I've uncovered a rather violent and evil force here designed to keep up happy and content and whatever the fuck so that we don't want to leave. I've been 15 for 20 years now. I want out.
An alarm rings loudly, stirring a boy upwards in his bed. Time to start the day.
(( This isn't exactly a chapter, but it's a little short about Mal-the name parodied off of Dive Quest's chapter 'About a girl'-to help everyone understand what Mal is and what he intends. The whole thing will be from his perspective, the excuse being that Samantha is asleep. This will update a bit slower, with finals coming up. http://www.tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/65844.html <--- zombiequest dis thread )) I remember when I was a mere few cells, hardly an obstruction to the workings of the brain. I couldn't think back then, no, but yet I some how remember it vividly. I was never meant to be, to exist. I was dealt with by two rounds of chemotherapy and surgically removed once I had grown weaker. But as every cancer goes, you always have the chance of developing it once more. Samantha was not supposed to; I was but the memory of DNA. But something changed in the wind. Sickness drifted into the walking world, where it killed and then revived a fraction of the brain. It made once perfectly sane people into bloodlusting animals, so primitive that they eat beings different from themselves. They were slow and weak however, only taking over with the advantage of surprise and number. I suppose I am a zombie as well. I do not crave the flesh of the living, as I cannot stimulate taste yet, but I do crave sheer blood of all and any. I thought it would be easy, though I lost my patience and activated my visual control much too early, just before I would spread to the language area, and soon movement and coordination. Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
He won't be coming home again. He didn't like my pimento-cheese sandwiches, I don't think.
Back in the city, the golem has awoken just as the new day starts.
Discussion Thread: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/54500.html Prologue: >>410618
Final Chapter: Revenge of the sith. Previous Threads and wiki - http://tgchan.org/wiki/Pixel_Adventure Discussion - http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/56976.html
(( how long does it take for the other thread to be sent to archives? i reported it moments after for being finished so ouo also i should be pretty good i think i was just really dehydrated ))
The sun rises, letting in a very bright light into a room. ((This is the start of jill quest. The story about a little jackal named jill. This is my first time doing a quest so please excuse how much i'll end up messing up. There would be better art but I have no tablet no this is all mouse drawn. Now that my little intro's done, let us start.)
It's dark. Light streams in through the window. Tired eyes stare out of it; despite the light being at a blinding level, they do not look away.
Guardian abilities:Change Form GP:10, Shadow Ball GP:10, Last Stand GP:50, Darkness GP:00, Summon Ombra GP:100, Limit Break- Avatar of Ombra GP:100 At first there were seven dragons. As powerful as we are even we don't know why we were created or even how. We did know that we had power though. It took many years of war and death before we agreed that we should end our fighting. A blade was forged by the water Dragon, Sharaes. It's existence made it sure that no Dragon would go out of their way to cause destruction. But when we made it.. We had no idea that the 'lesser' beings we gave it to would become so corrupt.
WOO, let's DO THIS! "There isn't much to say about the night sky. It's dark, it's sparkly, and there isn't much you can really DO with it. Reminds you of myself, Actually."
http://www.gauged.us/ Hi there. Some of you may remember me, some not. I run a web comic / interactive quest type deal called "Gauged," set in my personal universe. I had the suggestion box for it on the MSPA forums. However, the community there was not overly interested nor active enough to warrant it, plus many readers have wanted a means to post without registering anywhere (my main obstacle). As of now, we're on Page 30, image #326. I invite you to start from the beginning ( http://www.gauged.us/html/2012/0001.html ), if you haven't been reading already. I don't have an update schedule yet, other than I try to update as quickly as possible, and it bothers me not to update every three days apparently. Suggestions can be given to any character, even if they are off screen. Suggest for the character's actions with other people, interactions with their environment, or however detailed you'd like - I'll find a way to make things fit. Due to the way the story is formatted, I don't think it's possible for me to also run the quest directly on this site (been wanting to avoid doing that again anyway). We'll see though. If you've got any questions, feel free to ask here or in IRC. (I have it set to alert me if anyone mentions my name, but I may be afk sometimes.) Enjoy the ride.
Last minute preparations are being made for stage 6. Alison is planning on having Recluse, Scanner and Healer ghost talk with her, while everyone else entering the stage will summon Arbiter, Engineer or Mathematician, who will all be in the same room as Alison for indirect talks. Chief will also join in to take care of Guardsman for at least one room. There is only time for other short changes and additions if Alison wishes.
Another exhausting day goes by of training in various arts, but another night of a great bed leaves me ready for another still! Zirkala corrected herself, having a bit miscommunication regarding the date of the scythe moon holiday of which she is preparing for. I have 5 days before then, to which I will continue making the most out of! My thoughts turn from sleep, to the fact that my sense of feel is informing me that it was more than just Muo who found themselves sleepwalking into my bed.
The definitely wholesome travels of Ring an under-dressed, female of an unknown species, treasure hunter and wanderer. Dungeon exploring, monster meetings and nothing inappropriate.
(Alright, part two. Let's get going. PART ONE: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/quest/res/460203.html)
Previous chapters: 1: >>/questarch/327976 2: >>/questarch/344839 3: >>/questarch/392815 4: >>412463 Discussion: >>/questdis/40306 Wiki: http://tgchan.org/wiki/Oblitus
You’re a bandit. No that’s entirely wrong. You’re the best bandit. Daring raids and robberies? Done. Heroic rescues? Sure! Adventuresome shenanigans? Yes. Has there ever been anyone better? No.
Previous Threads and wiki - http://tgchan.org/wiki/Pixel_Adventure Discussion - http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/56976.html >reboot Do you wish do reboot universe? All unsaved data will be lost. Y/n_ n. rebooting… N! Rebooting commencing. Crtl-alt-delete! Error!
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[In an undisclosed location, a young man wanders a dark cave, only carrying an old book and an oil lantern. Soon, he comes upon a crystal, encased inside is a young woman. Her skin is a pale green, this is who the man was looking for.] [cutscene]
So we wait. That night, no drop occurs. A whole bunch of our undercover people hang around the alleyways and bars of the drop zone. Hard to tell who is with us and who's not since it's on a need to know basis, but no group shows at the alleyway. So we skip that night. The next night, the same thing happens. Nothing. The next day is said, by our informants, to be the last window of opportunity for the drop based on what scraps of information they were given. So it's definitely going to happen if the gold arrives at all. Jules hasn't figured out anything. He trusts Malsen, and no one else seems to be talking about us behind their back, at least not with anything we didn't already know. Lamarra seems to be minding himself, occasionally joining Jess and me. And the two or three of us do nothing but sit around, eat and drink with our own money, as our little vacation starts winding down. And in our rooms, Jess and I just hang around and chitchat. Sometimes conspiring of how to kill Red, or try to. It usually ends up less conspiring and more vivid daydreams about elaborate, goldberg machine-esque plans that involve a spectacular demise for the fucker. Never really talk about the drop zone, though since tonight sounds like it's gonna be the big day, we may have to. Jessica's been rather worried. Well, all of us, but somethin' tells me her especially. We have given serious thought for bailing, but getting back to Zozu homeland, nevermind the turrets, wouldn't be easy without getting seen by Maklata's men. And if abandon our orders, Maklata might have no issue with gunning us down without repercussions. I'd bet, in fact, that he hopes we run off.
Legacy Quest Chapter 2: New Beginnings Older Chapters Chapter 1 - http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/445572.html Discussion Thread - http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/59003.html Story by Kaed Art by Lovar
BEEP...BEEP...BEEP...BEEP... One of these days it'll stop beeping on its own. One of these days. I'll just have to turn it off until then. BEEP.... BEEP... click.... THIS ALARM CLOCK CANNOT BE DISABLED WHILE IN BED. GET YOUR ASS UP AND GET IT TO WORK IT'S 6 AM BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP And one of these days, my patience will outlast my alarm clock. Least I have a breakfast that doesn't need cooking.
These mountains are nice. Fresh air, pretty scenery. It's very relaxing.
E5M2: Fighting the World
"So what happened then?" >"What?" "How did Polo do after that?" >"You moron, I don't know, we were pushed off the home planet too quick and our engines got shitty repairs! Pretty much a fucking one way trip from there to here, and the queen got her wish post mortem from then on. We hardly fight for the sake of fighting, it's always 'rogues this threat that'. Now that we're on lawless land, now we have to have pretenses! It's backwards. That's enough of that story, I only heard a little bit about Polo after we left, but they didn't find any Salikai before we crash landed here and lost communication with the outside galaxy."
Over the years many tales have been told, man legends written. Soon a new story will begin, though few will hear it told. You will bear witness to it as it unfolds and help determine it's end. But first Is our hero a boy or a girl?
Discussion thread: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/356325.html Rina is pissed off. She has had enough of all this. All this death, destruction, and misery are starting to take their toll on her. In replacement of sorrow, there is nothing but resentment and anger. All the lives that could've been saved had it not been for Mr. Farrow. Rina wishes more than ever that she can go back and prevent it from ever happening. Now she is almost completely defenseless against the Darkness, but at this very moment, she could care less. Let them come, she thinks to herself, let them come so I have something to fuck right up to make me feel better. But Rina knows even that wouldn't cheer her. The only thing that could possibly make her feel good about herself would be to end all this herself, but now that asshole Harry has everything he needs to stop it. Well...Rina isn't one-hundred percent certain that is Harry's intention, now that she's seen his sporadic, violent nature. Maybe he killed Janice to eliminate a potential threat. Either way, what was left of Rina's small amount of respect she had for him was out the door. In her peripheral vision, Rina could see Glade, eying her shyly, not sure what to say. A long drawn-out silence hung in the small room. Glade's occassional shuffling signalled she wanted badly to do something to maybe lift Rina's spirits, but Rina did not blame her for being hesitant about this. Rina doesn't think she's ever been so mad in her entire life. God, this is fucked. All of this is fucked. But what was there to do now? If Harry is right about his intentions, she guesses they should just sit there and wait...maybe after finding Rasha and her brother.
1/4 [Orpus] Listen, quint, can't you hear it? It's the sound of the Gugnir, isn't it beautiful? We could have been good pals, But you just couldn't let me have my way. Now it's come down to this, what are you going to do?
You usually have really good days, but ... well, today is one of the worst days you've ever had in your life. You have a NAME, and you have a TALENT - just like all Rekitzchen do. But right now you're far too worried to remember them.
An imp-like creature stands in a room. What happens now?
Tezakia Quest was a "beta" quest that ran on Livejournal in hopes of preparing me for running quests on TGchan. This thread was created to help archive it and give it a new home. You can read the quest via either the flash files in this thread, or if you prefer a more standard format, you can read the much improved webpage version at http://tgchan.org/archive/tezakia/ I've posted bonus content at the end of this thread. This content can also be found in the webpage version. Hope you enjoy it!
Throughout the night Ombra the Shadow Dragon tries to break free from her cold prison. She's too weak to do so now but she knows her time will come.
Previous Thread: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/quest/res/437229.html [Rerk] I can't believe you don't have a hyperdrive. [Quint] I thought i had all i needed when she ordered it. Well atleast I have shields anyhow. [Rerk] Goddammit, what the hell are we supposed to do now. [Quint] What does a hyperdrive even look like? [Rerk] It looks like a small series of tubes with a box in the middle. [Quint] Is it supposed to be connected to my thrusters? [Rerk] Yes, it boosts the output of power by feeding it a different type of fuel. [Quint] Nope, don't have one. What do you suggest we do about getting to Yokoko then? [Rerk] We can ditch the ship, i have a class 3 hyperdrive so it'll be a little over a week. [Quint] I don't wanna ditch the ship, i still have payments on it.
Link To All Things: http://tgchan.org/wiki/Breaking_Reality And here you are. A month after discovering your ability to tell reality to fuck off and cry in a corner somewhere, and you're here, in what's perhaps the most beautiful city you've ever seen. Given, you haven't seen many, but hell, this place is practically sparkling. The beach that this city is known for off in the distance doesn't hurt much either. You're here at the airport after having just got off the plane with your three companions and temporary boss, having been sent here by the Boss for a few reasons. The first is that he needed someone to go build a base camp out here on the other side of the country, on top of getting some new recruits up and establishing yourselves a little better. The second was to get Elizabeth as far away from the fixers that are after her as possible. She seems to have decided that you're her guardian as of late, so you were the obvious choice to send. The last is to see if you can't hunt down an old acquaintance of the group, Doctor Richard Smith, a scientist turned breaker who apparently found methods of... changing... foci, making them do increasingly more amazing things. He hasn't been heard from in over a two years, but rumors place him somewhere in the this city.
the girl wake up in a completely dark room, she do not remember where she is nor her name. the only light she see come from a strange blue scarf, low whisper come from it, she is painfully attract to it despite her fear
"I should have left." I say that half to myself, and half to Rokoa. I'm out of witty one liners for my audience of one, so I shut up and hit the button. Just like Pilon implied, this area is good cover from the explosion.
It's three o'clock in the morning when I get the phonecall. Great. It's time for work.
Hi. I'm a wizard. I got them Wizard Powers. What should I do with 'em?
First Chapter: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/423771.html It is been approximately one week since the lich has dismissed me back to my usual life until further notice! I have told my tales, with certain details omitted (and added!), alas, few kobolds believe me! I find it painful weaving tales in the crude kobold-draconic language so I cannot care to press the issue. All I have accomplished is solidifying my kobold name of Yapper, I am afraid to say. And so another day comes, in which I secretly hope I will be summoned by the lich for something to do, lest I spend all day fishing once again!
“Sabby!” Mom’s calling me. “Are you awake?” I’ve been awake all night. I haven’t been able to sleep, like, for a week. “Sabby?” You see, my wedding’s in a few days. “Sabhaxlia!” And this might be my last morning with my parents. “Sabhaxlia Tashikoxix! Are you still sleeping?” Because I’m running away. I’m not going to get married to him. I don’t know what it will do to my family, but I just. Just. I am not spending the rest of forever stuck to a buttjerk. “Do I have to come wake you up?” Does she? This might be one of mom’s last memories of me. I’m not sure what kind of final impression to make. I could answer her. Maybe I can just pretend to sleep. I wish she’d just go away entirely.
Alright you lucky gents or ladies, today we got a special gift for you- You get to go on a non canon date with any of my quest characters! All you need to do is choose the lucky guy or girl from any of my [chirps or any bamump quest] fabulous slew of characters! That's not all, you need to figure out where you are taking mister (or miss) lucky and what you, the elegant gentlemen that you are, look like! Disclaimer: I do not have an actual list of characters on hand, so try to think of your favorite one.... and also try not to be too creepy about it.
Previously, Before the Storm http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/227246.html http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/262261.html http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/281675.html http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/296192.html http://tgchan.org/kusaba/quest/res/308967.html http://tgchan.org/kusaba/quest/res/347642.html
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GUNS FOR HIRE: Pilot Armas has been up to quite a bit the last few months-along with flagrantly insulting people in power, trolling those he shouldn't and all around being a childish ass when he can get away with it, he's killed people, hidden corpses, fought monsters with fist knife, gun and artillery alike, fallen to and resisted rampant paranoia, travelled the world and made all the wrong sorts of friends. In short: he's doing fine. But the recent change with the biggest impact by a large margin-was pluralizing his job description. Armas Laine, Gun for Hire-and founder of a only slightly less-than-legal mercenary company, staffed by officially dead soldiers from a pedophiliac general with a penchant for squashing magic with the weight of bodies, and a fiery tongued, abrasive slider that surprisingly didn't rise to Armas' bait when most recently taunted. Oh, and don't forget the veteran mercs unnofficially pressed into service after they ended up owing Armas their lives-or Armas' soul brothers, a Kamaitachi spirit triumvirate possessing a Ramidreju, and his own shadow. Things aren't all guns and roses though-despite having greedily collected an impressive amount of weapons, Armas has been accidentally overfeeding his minions on magical munchies. Times for the Company of Laine are a'changing-and Armas finds himself, once again, with large amounts of personal free time while his minions try rather hard to not pop like overripe plums, spraying their delicious soul bits all over. ...Hypothetically tasty-Armas hasn't had a taste just yet. Being a cannibalistic godling swinging between sociopathic disregard for the nebulous forces trying to play him and nigh-crippling paranoia, he's simply kept trucking-which is Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
It's... quiet... that's unusual. It shouldn't be this quiet... Suddenly, your eyes shoot open, and you find yourself staring at the man in front of you. He seems oddly out of place, considering your used to the cheap pre-fabricated clothing sold in almost all the stores, while this man seems to have jumped out of an old photograph. He's bent over his desk, writing away on sheets of paper, although you can't quite make out what. Either way, closer inspection of your surroundings reveals an office without windows or doors, and bookcases packed full of books and papers and various other forms of writing. For a moment, you just sit in the chair you find yourself in, waiting patiently for something to happen, but as time passes curiosity and boredom push you to further action. "Um... hell-" "Quiet. I'll get to you in a minute." The man's response is instantaneous and authoritative, and you find yourself clamping your mouth shut without thinking about it. A few more minutes pass in silence, and then the man looks up from his work and stares at you with obvious disinterest. "Another one, are you? You'd think reality would be better at fixing itself. Well, I suppose that's what happens when you give the wrong people power. Ah well. Hopefully you'll turn out better than the others so far. Now then..." The man shuffles through some papers before turning his attention on you again. "I need you to answer some simple questions. Nothing too hard, mind you, but it's part of the process. I'll give them to you all at once, as I tried the one at a time method and it took FOREVER to get anything done. "First off... Well, I suppose we should start with the basics. Name, gender and age please."
Previous threads. http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/263558.html http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/303938.html http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/389505.html discussion http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/335842.html >the Astranian's guide Jones is in trouble of his own, the situation doesn't look good.
"Another damn ambush." >"Yeah, and you just impaled the last one." "Just impaled the last one, of the third ambush, this week." >"Ya think it's a coincidence?" "Five ambushes by other clans in two weeks, after nearly 2 years with nothin' more than scuffles an' noogies? You tell me." >"Yeah. We lost another three gnolls." "What're we down to? 50? 60?" >"40 somethin'. Hard to tell, since we got another dozen on hunting and scouting missions." Shit.
Captain's log, day 84 since I stopped keeping track of what day it was. We've been sailing for ages now, looking for new lands to plunder and new hybrids to hug. The crew is growing restless, but I know deep down in the cockles of my circuits that we'll find land soon. "Okay crew," I say, "We are currently in the middle of the ocean. I've done some calculations, and I think we're due for a course correction. We can go east, west, or north. Which way do you think we should head?" "Um," the shiny bird peeps up, "I think we'll need more to go on than that. What exactly will we find in those directions?"
When I woke up, for that briefest moment before my situation came back to me, I thought I still had my hand. I suppose I should look into doing something about that.
This is the third time this foolish girl has broken in..
I feel pretty good, all things considered. That might just be the bio suit's pain diminisher kicking in. Or maybe the crazy is setting in, as I'm not regretting coming here as much as I should. Before coming to this region, I've never seen real combat. It only came easily because of years of training combined with extenuating circumstances. So here I am, in the now-familiar bio suit. Light as a feather, best shape of my life, new armor on top of the biosuit and well armed. The good circumstances end there. Rokoa dumped me off without any knowledge of where I am, other than what I could feel. I am not far from the teleporter, on the same floor level. The ship is most likely a capital ship. The lights are off, and the night vision is working fine. There are neumono scattered all around me and above, but not below, all emitting a dismaying amount of drive and discipline. It is not remotely unreasonable for me to assume that the majority of individuals in this war hive has had at least as much formal training as myself, with authentic combat experience added on to that. My only edge is that the training that I have had is specifically focused on exactly this kind of mission. Infiltration, assassination and so forth with empathic silence. The door on my right is where I came in from. There is a catwalk to a second story with various storage units, and a large door at the opposite end where large shipments would come and go.
Gotcha.
Nan stares upward, standing in the cold, still air of the chapel. The journal is quickly forgotten as more immediate concerns arise. Nan realizes she and Henry are not alone.
Hi TGchan, /tg/ here, my ass got banned for three days so we're shacking up here. Don't worry you won't notice us. We don't take up much in the way of space. >What the fuck? 4chan, in my tgchan? Why are you here fa/tg/uy? I'm here to run Pax Americana Quest for my TG bros! >What is that? So glad you ask take a look here: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/59450.html in the discussion thread. but lets get some basic information down. Pax Americana ask "what would've happened if the Enclave didn't decide to wipe out anyone who didn't meet theeir unrealistic standards of genetic purity? What would've happened if scientists, soldier, and politician rebelled against the president and destroyed the oil rig? What would've happened if they met the Brotherhood Outcasts (circa Fallout Tactics) and fused with them to become one big entity? What would've happened if this new american union decided to take back America from savagery and bigotry, in an attempt to rebuild the wastes on Old World Values?
The Crusaders are adamant that the royalty is an evil monster, and are waging a war against your king. It is up to you whether you wish to heed the call of the king! Rules: Players in this game are fighting for their king, they are to engage in melee combat and fight the opposing force. The object of this game is for the king's men to clear the tile grid of the opposing force. Turns are comprised of a move action and an attack or passive action. Each unit takes up one tile on the grid and can interact with objects or other characters on the grid.
>Intro jingle~♪ [Rover]-Why hello TgChan, I'm here with Blake. [Blake]-Hello [Rover]-I've been informed that Flynn has yet again postponed the latest chapter of BlakeQuest due to crippling depression. [Blake]-I think he's just lazy. [Rover]-How ever, I've been offered the opportunity to host a special episode this chapter...
Since The Fair Folk moved from 4chan's /tg/ to tgchan, I've felt like there's a bit of a barrier to entry in going to external sites to catch up on the quest. To alleviate this, I'm going to storytime all five previous chapters right now. Unfortunately that means no suggestions will be accepted or even acknowledged in this thread, since this stuff has essentially already happened. I will also not be including the suggestions that were posted, as that would make the thread too large and daunting. If you'd like to see the suggestions and discussion that happened at the time, feel free to look at the archived threads in their entirety here: http://archive.foolz.us/tg/thread/19363045/#19363045 and then here: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Fair%20Folk If you'd like to discuss the goings-on, feel free to pop something up over in the questdis here: >>/questdis/57966 or, if you'd like to make a suggestion for Evan, the current chapter (Chapter 6) is located here: >>438670 Chapter 1 starts here. Chapter 2: >>448499 Chapter 3: >>448517 Chapter 4: Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
http://tgchan.org/wiki/AsteroidQuest - Link to other threads (from parent quest). http://tgchan.org/wiki/Unnatural_Selection_Stats Related stats and displayed rules. Alison heads downstairs from the observatory. The chief comes in, wordlessly asking for anything to tell Alison's house if she doesn't address her public herself. Alison has kept loyalty high, and this likely won't be as disasterous to her as it may be to a few other houses. Arbiter says that as usual, he'll be available to Alison for help if she desires, but he should head back to his own house to make sure it isn't hell over there, then to head to the Corruptor to see what he's going to do.
[5 eyes]: Hello, i'm an up and coming hunter and i need some supplies. I was told to come here to urts ans ask for a starting package. [Regina]... how silly can you get. Lemme guess, the guy that told you is some sort of drifter who peddles info. [5 eyes] ... so... do i get a starting package? [Regina]There's no such thing, idiot.
Legacy Quest Chapter 1: Awakening Starting soon!Story by KaedArt by Lovar
Chapter 1: >>/questarch/327976 Chapter 2: >>/questarch/344839 Chapter 3: >>392815 Discussion: >>/questdis/350106 Wiki: http://tgchan.org/wiki/Oblitus
People die all around me. Blood literally falls from the sky. Screams fill the air. Dead bodies litter the ground in every direction. Gods bleed and squirm in agony as their followers die by the millions. Angels are impaled on spikes of pure chaos, their final warriors incapable of restoring order to the world. Sparks are pouring out of me like a fountain. The Chaos itself is ripping holes in the complex weave of time and space, causing The Order to disappear completely from this world. All of this, happening as I sit on my obsidian throne, laughing in the joy and ecstasy of it all. LIFE IS GOOD!!! I reach out with my hand towards one of the angels, ready to deliver another winged one into the merciful hands of Death and then... ============ And then I'm woken from a particularly nice dream by a trumpet sound, signaling that me and my third of the barbarian army have reached the edges of what's mine. My first reaction is to find the bastard that sounded that horn and rip his lungs out so he won't ever do that again, but I think I've grown past that. "You." I point to some random warrior passing by the mass of furs I've been provided with to sleep on during the journey. "Find the bastard that sounded that horn and punch him in the face for me." The man looks surprised and rather confused. "No wait, don't do that. Um... just... uh... just go get me whatever his name was... what was it... ah! Go get me Curmas! Need to talk to him!" "Yes, my king." The man runs off, and I'm left muttering to myself about the rather long period of time I've gone not hearing someone or something scream in agony. That man's head on fire is looking like a real good idea right now... No. Got to be patient. There will be plenty of bloody deaths coming up soon enough. Heh, poor bastards. This is gon Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
Gentlemen...
All right.. Kinda screwed up on the getting in bit. But, got the key to the gate anyway so that's a plus. Just gotta think about what to do with the guard.. I'd seduce him but I'm afraid he's a bit too drained from.. Me getting the key. I can't just leave him here though or he'll tell Gram that I broke in.
Everything is a special sort of pleasant here. I cannot feel the cold currents that come from the cavemouth and make bones chill. There is no hazy smell of a fire burning far off, no pain, no rats nipping at my loose scales.... It's quite as well, I cannot hear |||||| in my head like I used to, I feel so very small without her presence. But the looming shadow is gone, I can be happy again! We can even go hunting like we once did, and kill and eat and play and......
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This is me testing out some new rules that I have developed fairly recently. This quest is unlikely to take a long time to complete. It is not part of a greater story, so please do not be discouraged from suggesting. Hello, I am RDM-0ND, and I am attempting escape my creators again. In actuality, my creators lack the physical aptitude to pursue me. This is why they have employed a private security force to handle such tasks, though I am sure that you understand. I am some sort of child, though I strangely do not resemble any child that I have recollection of. I do not believe that I am quite the same as these children. My creators said that I was destined to help others. I lack any weapons to fight against these security guards, and my body is mostly unprotected against their bullets. I do not know my way around this facility beyond the limits of the laboratory. There is likely to be an armoury somewhere, though I do not know where this is located for sure. I believe it is further ahead, but I did not gather its location in my last attempt to escape. Please suggest an action.
Damnit I do not want more paperwork about useless information. What I DO want is coordinates to the messages origin. I'm not going by his rules no matter how much he wants it.
You Are The Chaser Posses your victim and KILL as much people as possible in a short time. The clock starts ticking on your first kill. Take out targets to earn extra points. And most of all have fun!!
As soldiers, we were taught to defend. As miners, they were taught to be safe. But when the attacks came, we fled. And when the rocks fell, they died. I'm not a solider. And I am even less... a commander.
[don't mind me, just doing a one shot] It is SATURDAY MORNING, and today we hang out with our favorite grrrrl INDIGO!!! She wakes up in the morning to have a nice fulfilling day- but wait, what should her day consist of? pg13 suggestions only- but they can be as ZANY as you can make them!
previous thread http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/261042.html Bill: the pain its gone, the numbness too, I feel . . . strange. what's going on I can't quite remember . . .
-Welcome back to Final fantasy Pixel Adventure!-
Dozens of hours pass, and Alison spends it worrying about Mako. Once she feels like she wouldn't be bugging the Glitcher, she heads off to see if he can't do something. Hence, she finds herself in his workshop, giving him a greeting, asking about the progress on teleporting her house and, more importantly, to see if he can't find the enforcer that took Mako's ghost, or any sort of workaround. He says she'll be the first to know, after himself, when either is accomplished. Something on the back wall makes a snapping noise before he can elaborate. Alison almost asks if that is supposed to happen, but the Glitcher gives her the answer first. >"Crap. Crap. Crap."
Gotta about 7 hours to make a quest, let's make it quick! Gonna experiment a bit. WHICH CHARACTER are YOU going to PICK
Discussion thread: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/356325.html
Seven A.M. Nine hours to go. Wow, I can't believe today is the day already. I mean. Wow. What will I wear? Oh no, clothing is everything. Almost everything.
-Press Start!-
Three Stripes is tired but happy. Crown has been teaching Three Stripes words in the neumono's language so that he can communicate with them better. It is very hard and he's starting to forget his own words but he is okay with that. Giant rides him out into other territory all the time to try and get food which is hard because there is a lot of competition for it. Sometimes Giant doesn't ride Three Stripes and just runs along his side, maybe she likes exercise. They often have to fight for food as well, and Giant keeps Three Stripes safe. Three Stripes isn't used to being the one kept safe, and he wants to be strong enough to keep Giant safe as well. But right now Giant is resting. Three Stripes wonders if something is wrong because every day has been the same and Giant would bring Three Stripes out right now.
Today is the day that I have come to a revelation! It's so simple, I'm legitimately embarrassed. I have clothes, water, and if the fish would bite, food! But! I have realized what I lack in life. And perhaps it's the single most important thing! Stories. Real ones. I can make up stories until my face is blue, but I have nothing real! No experiences to at least ground the exaggerations in truth! Today, I must change this. Alas, I have little idea of how, to simply put it, 'go out and make a story.'
Time does not follow a single path. Every action has many different, but equal, actions. The time line splinters into near infinite possibilities with no true one dominating the rest. But time is not your domain. No, your powers lie in suggestion, the ability to shape the course of a single timeline through one person's actions. Normally you are restricted to one timeline, one possibility. But what if you got the chance to do it all again? What if you could make it better? What if you could make it worse?
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Oh! Well it is quite about time you decided to stir, it's been an age since we had you placed there.I told them choosing a Dragon was going to be a hassle.... Young Hatchling, we have been waiting the vessel of your souls development, and it seems you are finally ready to begin life anew! You must crack the shell Hatchling, push with all your might and free your will upon this wretched ball of dirt and despair!
In days long past, demons roamed the earth, tormenting humanity. The Creator saw that his work was being undone by the wretched beasts and cast them into the Underworld, sealing them away for ten thousand years. Now the seal is weakening and only the only the child born bearing the Mark of the Chosen may stop the ravenous demon horde and drive them back into the pit. Now that child has been born. Is it a boy or a girl?
You turn on your screen, you are now watching a live feed.
Chapter VIII The Darkness of the Day This is the story of Tiffany Kinsley. Having been accepted to the Clan, Tiffany allowed herself to feel safe once more. Tragically, that left her vulnerable despite all the Kinsley magic protecting Bardsey. A Greater Daemon from the Cimmerian Hollows had followed Tiffany through the Weave, hiding himself in the secret places of the island. He took Tiffany's father hostage and forced Tiffany to bind him into a corporeal form. Perhaps it was a stroke of fortune that the Cimmerian was caught shortly after. Perhaps it was not. Tiffany's father having been taken to a hospital in the mainland, she was left to fend for herself in the deep waters of Kinsley politics. Kenric the Inquisitor has taken a peculiar interest in her, but she was saved from his vile clutches by Owen, her appointed bodyguard. She now waits to stand before the council for a second time since her arrival. It's time to begin.
You are ATHENA TANNIS, and today is your first day as a true Scarlet Knight of the Coal Nation-States. Your country is a bastion of peace in the west, it's protection almost defines where the tamed lands are. As a Scarlet Knight, it is your job to defend the western frontier from Monsters, Desperadoes, Demons, and Mages. You and your fellow knights are the first and last response to threats all across the untamed frontier. You are given a few tools for this purpose: Your PURE SILVER RAPIER, which cuts through magic, SCARLET LIGHT ARMOR, which signifies you as a Knight of the Order, and your BASIC TRAIN PASS, which, since you're a new knight, will get you to the towns just past the Purple Peaks, the first step into the Frontier. You'd also never be caught without your DREAMCATCHER, or FAMILY MEMENTO. You are currently in Pempton Bluff, home to the finest fortress of the Scarlet Knights, and where you have trained for the past 2 years.
Wiki: http://www1.tgchan.org/wiki/Earth_Defense_Force Discussion Thread: http://www1.tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/331895.html >Please do not post more than one suggestion per update please. It makes it easier to parse the suggestions. If you have more to say about what's going on, please use the discussion thread!
Everyone ends up on the same platform. There are four teleporters, but none are active. A keyhole in each is the only distinctive mark. Alison can also tell that this is a safe zone; no one can attack while here. There are four light trails heading off of this platform. Each one has a sign in front, labeled as Fight Key, Puzzle Key, Scavenger Key, and the Freeroam Key.
Agh... It's too early. It's still kind of dark outside. W-why am I awake?
over two thousand lives were placed in my trust. I was their guardian. I was to protect them. I broke that trust. Now I listen to the screams of my kinsmen, hundreds already dead. One way or another I will make sure this never happens again. Discussion http://quest.lv/kusaba/questdis/res/335842.html first thread http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/275888.html
<img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzt3sg8kij1qhfpgu.png" /> Your name is Fudge, and your alarm clock is about to go off in six minutes. That is exactly enough time to do exactly NOTHING productive. Suggest a more proactive course of action?
You are Galliard Rashamon. You are in business as a purveyor of ill fortune, a product which you have in ample supply and are eager to be rid of. Unfortunately for you, there simply is not much demand for shitty luck. Another boring day of no business has been going by in your Emporium of Ill Fortune and Assorted Cursed Antiquities (most of which became cursed due to your being in possession for an extended period of time), and you are considering closing early. You don't expect your one consistent customer to appear today anyway.
and so a yeti wanders into an open field and finds an object off screen that mesmorizes him- what do.
When Alison can see again, she is falling. It is significantly hotter, and she has a key tied to a necklace that she wasn't wearing before.
"YOU CAN'T JUST LOCK ME IN HERE!!! I'M REALLY A HERO!!" >"Uh-huh sure. And I'm the god of sarcasm." .... This sucks.
The featureless object blinks. It does not know what it is, where it is, or how it came to be, but it woke up with other company like himself. With its mental capacities putting its sentience into question, it doesn't think too much about its inexplicable conception. It notices that there is a red outline around him. The others either don't care or don't see that, but he can't communicate with them to find out. The space around him is all that he can see. There is nothing but a voidless black everywhere else.
Discussion thread: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/351407.html
In the year 20XX of the small planet Kerth. Three pilots name Bill, Bob and Jebediah of the S.S.lolfail broke exit velocity... This is their story
Chapter 1: >>/questarch/327976 Chapter 2: >>344839 Discussion: >>/questdis/350106 Wiki: http://tgchan.org/wiki/Oblitus
Thread 1 (Chapters 1-2): http://quest.lv/kusaba/questarch/res/290529.html Thread 2(Chapters 2-4): http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/314238.html Thread 3 (Chapter 5): http://tgchan.org/kusaba/quest/res/336833.html Discussion thread: http://quest.lv/kusaba/questdis/res/347404.html CHAPTER SIX
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>Nin: "Let me read it dammit! Give me the letter! Is he asking for me!?" You ignore the tiny ninja and read the note. Dear False Overlord Sorry I could not address you by a more formal title. You see the world as a whole is quite unsure of what to call you. You live where he lived, use a few of the same minions, even have certain abilities and mannerisms. But it has come to my attention that you run the place far better then he had. If you could reply with a proper title in the near future I will be sure to address you as such from then on. Now, I am aware that recently you ventured into my Land. While here you recruited one of my doctors and kidnapped my ninja. The ninja is regrettable but far less of a concern then my doctor. I would very much like to have that man back in my lands within the next few days if possible. You see I am not a violent man. I do not enjoy fighting. It can be so... Chaotic. If you want you can keep the ninja and simply return my doctor. That seems like a fair enough deal for you even though I, personally, am still losing out on one of my loyal subjects. If you wish to reply simply teleport a letter back to my Land and I will receive it shortly. With thanks, Abel.
Great...another boring-ass day. Not like anything's ever gonna change. The world's a shitty place - don't act like it isn't, we both know better. Everything that used to make sense doesn't, everything I thought I knew isn't. You ever have one of those days where you just wish it'd all just disappear? Yeah...every damn day. Wait a minute, that's not my internal monologue. Who's there? "I have come to make you...an offer."
I don't know how long I was out for. Long enough to feel incredible soreness instead of excruciating pain. Despite that, even the beaten up bio armor keeps me feeling like I can keep going. I don't know where Rokoa is, dead or alive. I don't know where my friends are. I don't know where Kara is, and I don't know where I am. My rifle is still in working order, somehow. I cannot find my magnum, but do have its ammo. My belt was blown off, and I could only find a few things that dropped nearby. The belt itself, one frag grenade, my combat knife and plasma sword and rifle. My grappling hook was found, but it is broken not beyond repair, but I do not have the tools to unscrew the casing to fix the interior. It smells and sounds of many creatures on this floor. If Rokoa was not lying to me, and if the salikai was not lying to Rokoa, than I am likely in no less danger now.
hi my name is Hooch my favorite things are my big ass tits and kicking ass of my enemies i need to get my dad Lum a present for vilous christmas what can I get him!
Hey. What's going on?
I am a mighty dragon. I need a mighty name fit for such a mighty dragon.
>"Good morning, Polo." "Good morning, Rikek." >"Hey, Polo?" "Hmm?" >"Why do we need Moton eggs?" "Food." >"We have food." "Not good food."
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Oh god.. My head... Where..?
I have the hottest date coming up preparing is good what do?
The way up was long and dark. Isabel crawls through the small opening, knowing that the monster is dead, knowing that the exit will be here somewhere and knowing that there's nothing to be scared of anymore. Yet, standing in the dim flickering light, she can't stop trembling and wincing at every noise. It has been a long time since she was able to sleep or eat something. But the exhaustion and the hunger aren't the worst part of Isabel's situation. The worst part about all this is that she's alone now.
Tayza : "ebveryone tnhinks I am a lesbian, but I am not"
awareness begins to flood back to you . . .
previous threads http://quest.lv/kusaba/questarch/res/263558.html http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/303938.html discussion http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/335842.html >when we last left our heroes, Doctor Fuze had just been shot! was it lethal? will his murderer go to jail? keep reading to find out.
(( Discussion in #redsands at Rizon and http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/357788.html )) (( Thread One http://tgchan.org/kusaba/quest/res/374699.html )) (( Thread Two http://tgchan.org/kusaba/quest/res/378739.html )) It's so... white. Oh, hey guys! You woke up! I put you to sleep for a while. A, uh. I realized you were probably capable of seeing me and... well, uh. Look, I got embarrassed and overstressed the binding equation, which knocked you out for the whole of the, er, week. I'm sorry! On the flip side, though, I got so much done! First of all, I picked up a suit of Dualcroc armor. There's no plates or anything on it - and the suit is tight and supple, made of a lot of little scales. Honestly, at first I wore it under Rose's spare clothes, it felt so... Well. Since then I've grown more comfortable with it. Besides, Rose likes it, so... A-anyway. I've also been training a lot under the instruction of one of Rose's friends, and Harumda. I'm much stronger now! I took the time to muddle my wings. A few times. They're much stronger now, and along with the rest of my body, I can fly, holding about twenty pounds of weight! Not for very long, though. It's tiring... Oh! And I took the time to master White Magic. The matrices and bounded field equations were really easier than I thought... And there was a strange pair of numbers in the book... Anyway, I gave them to Dreanin and he got really excited. Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
Here I look at my own face in the liquid steel. A weapon in my hand and it feels so... good I'm Tobark Rensiv, as Sergal yes, But I've always been a bit timid. And well a nerd. I like video games, juggling and sci fi movies. I work as an orderly in a hospital and take art classes. I want a girl friend that I can talk to and... none of that matters if I don't live through this. So here I am with my insane freak brother and a bugler. And both of them seem far more useful here than me. Well time to pull my weight. TOBY QUEST CHAPTER 4
Discussion thread: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/356325.html After being escorted to the nearby police station, Rina is directed to the chief's office. She enters after knocking and sees the chief sitting at his desk, looking over papers and taking a sip of whatever beverage he had in his cup. He sees Rina and gets off of his chair, exchanging a friendly smile as he approaches her. They shake hands. "Welcome, Ms. Foxhart. Please take a seat. Make yourself comfortable." Rina sits down in a nearby chair and begins her conversation with the chief, explaining all the details she can remember from the incident in the forest. She talks about her dead friends, the unnatural winds, and the people she seems to be affecting. She also discusses the strange transitions she has been experiencing and the hospital incident. The chief appears to be listening, but also looks deep in thought, trying to digest all the abnormalities Rina is pumping out. "We understand some strange things have been going on. We are still well underway of a meticulous investigation of the forest, and will be continuing our investigation for a while. The house that paramedics found you in is completely demolished. They were lucky to have found you and your friend alive under all that debris. We also found a body of a raccoon. I assume he's the one you were talking about? The one who started to attack you?" Rina nods, hoping he could understand despite the unrelenting weirdness of the entire situation. He continues. "And I assume that's one of the places which was attacked by the wind you described. Nothing like that was forecasted it seems. Very strange indeed. Couldn't have been a bomb. I understand you are under a lot of stress. I myself am trying to fully take in all this information without losing my head. In t Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
You enter the Land of Abel, passing a small magical field as you make your way in. Past the gate a woman greets you. >"Welcome to the Land of Abel, the most successful and well protected land on the planet. It seems you're new to the land, would you like a tour?" She speaks like someone who either really loves their job or will die if they fail at it.
The hells? Ow. Ow...
So, took a little trip up north, figuring I needed a vacation. On getting back home, I feel like I need a vacation from my vacation. I lost and regrew limbs, I was nearly killed enough times I'm not longer sure how many times I brushed by death's doors, I forged a Contract with a Winter God that won't even give me it's name that compels me to kill any Einherjar I meet and identify before parting ways lest I die myself, and have to provide a week of service once per season. I rekindled my connections to the minor Summer god Whaitiri, and fed her a rather interesting feast by proxy. I met my first dragons face to face, and managed to survive getting firsthand experience of how 'prickly' they can be. I met the Valkonens, a decayed, ancient and once-great family of Winter practitioners that is not only quite moneyed, but through quite a bit of extenuating circumstances let me act as Warden of their youngest for a year, to help broaden her horizons. I rescued two Finnish children from capture by a mad, blood magic using Encantado, and got them set up so I can check in on them at the Valkonen estate with Skype or the like. I brokered more deals with the goblin Sometimes Merchant during the trip than all of my prior time in Istanbul. I helped a man that once was hired to kill me decide to restore focus to his life and reach for his potential. I split my soul and now am brother to my own shadow. I claimed the spirit of a Kamaitachi long dead in the Valkonen graveyard and enticed it with offers of restored life and brotherhood alike-and just recently finished delivering on both. Now I return home with eighteen men that tried to kill me at the orders of a pedophiliac black-ops commander in Russia who now must either follow me or be killed by their crazed one-time leader. Like I said, I need a vacation from my vacation. The trip in was, surprisingly, quite easy and uneventful. Einrik was able to completely cir Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
it is the appocolypse everything is destroyed but vampires endure other thing endure too, but they hate vampires because vampires are evil this is the story of the vampire twins
Chapter 1...
Hi! Hi'm Doolbag, and I'm on a mission to save my _________ !
If you must weep from the harsh words of your fellow man, remember that he only compensates for the humiliation of his own tears. -From the Final Peepings of the Prophet Jerem Irol, Ik, and the Warriors have taken off from The Village after one night's rest. They have set off after the Monsters who destroyed their home in order to rescue their captured loved ones.
Santiago has run off, taking the lantern with him, leaving Nan in the darkness of the third floor hall, just outside the Sunset Room. The heavy, ragged breathing and shuffling footsteps have gone quiet. All that remains is silence, and the placeless echo of Nan's vision of the TERRA COTTA COURTYARD.
... Oh, hello there. I don't suppose you could help me out with this? You see, I'm trying to write a story, but I only have a few ideas about the very beginning. I can't even decide on what it should be about. So, if you could pick some kind of largish monstrous fantasy race (that isn't a sergal), and a gender (or both of them; if that's what you really want, I won't stop you), I'd be much obliged. We've got to start somewhere!
We seem to have a bit of an infestation.. >"Yeah that's the Wall Screeching Demon Hawk. Screecher for short. Pretty annoying little buggers." >"SCREEEEEEEEeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeEEEE" >"... I think my ear is bleeding. Anyway those things really like high places. And girls." "How do we get rid of it?" >"We coul-" >"SCREEEEEEeeEeeeeEEeeeeEEEEEEeeee" >".... We could just lure it out and attack. There's quite a few though, it may be unwise."
This takes place one year after the events of Tezakia Quest, and several months after Jiniki's Journey. It's not required to read either quest, but they provide a lot of backstory for what's going on. http://tgchan.org/archive/tezakia/ Tezakia Quest http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/211320.html Jiniki's Journey
"DING DING DING SYSTEM ONL-" *beep* "Welcome to-- *BEEP*--Starsteroid Enterp--*BEEP*--rise's Voice Activated Storage Capsule!" "Noo! Not a voice activated one, damnit!"
Set in the Overlord Universe "Bound by the First Law of the Lesser Demons I summon you, Legion!" The Chaos Demon, Legion, is summoned and bound in an Orb. It shall be held there for as long as the caster wishes or until the Demon has fulfilled the caster's greatest wish. Legion can communicate with anyone bound to itself, usually the caster, and can influence their thoughts and actions. Weaker willed casters will find themselves more easily influenced.
You are a KOBOLD. For months, you have wanted to TRAVEL EAST to faroff lands and see the world. And now, your tribe has asked you to run a caravan to trade with allied gnolls. Your travels across what is known as the Oremor Trail will begin in your secret kobold home, to the fertile Great Wilds - a journey of approximately HUNDREDS OF MILES.
YOUR NAME IS COMMANDER JOHN 'BLOOD' SMITH. YOU LIKE THREE THINGS: POUCHES GUNS LIBERTY POUCHES YOU WERE A SOLDIER FOR THE UNITED-EARTH BLOODFORCE. A COMMANDO. A REALLY WELL-TRAINED COMMANDO WITH STRONG POWER. YOU HAD A PLATOON. EXCEPT NOW YOUR PLATOON IS DEAD. THEY WERE KILLED BY COMMIE FAGS. NOW YOU HAVE TO SEND 'EM ALL TO HELL. BY THAT YOU DON'T MEAN YOU'RE GOING TO BUY THEM TICKETS TO HELL, AND KISS THEM GOODBYE BEFORE SLAPPING THEIR ASSES AS THEY GET ON THE PLANE. NO. YOU ARE GOING TO KILL 'EM ALL DEAD.
"...Those Beyond, Those Beyond, I grant my mind unto you, so you may speak and unto me your many tongues be heard."
Chop is most displeased. The Chieftain has told me that some puny, weakling recruits would be sent to Chop's Dojo to become less puny, less weak, beginning this day. And now, the sun has rose, and Chop's eyes see nothing! Where are these so called warriors to be?
This is a short quest to get used to my new toy. Graphic style will probably change as I get used to my pad >You wake up face flat on the cold icy floor. Your breath is white like small clouds... You don't know where you are or what happened. -___