Death.It is regarded as the ultimate arbitrator of the end. The finality in which what perishes, must begone and move from the bones of the Earth. All energy is lulled into cessation. All lively pangs meet their final beat. All throes of darkness take ahold.You, however.. for reasons of either sorrow, regret, arrogance, spite or pure happenstance.. find yourself bereft of a deathly finality. From death itself, you will be "rebirthed" into a new existence beyond anything you could have possibly imagined in your living hours.—————————————In the early half of the 20th century, the entire world has been engulfed in the web-tangles of European spheres of influence or outright control. Under the screen of feigned cordiality for the sake of appearances, every major power in Europe is in fear of any pronounced movement from their rivals. Alliances form, and from them emerge two blocs poised for war: one being the Allied Powers composed of the British Empire, France, and Imperial Russia; the other deemed as the Central Powers, comprised of the German Empire, Austria-Hungarian Empire, and the ever-ailing Ottoman Empire. All this came to a head, when in the 28th of June 1914, Archduke Franz Ferdinand, heir-presumptive to the Austro-Hungarian throne, was assassinated by the politically radicalized Serbian Gavrilo Princip. Immediately afterward sprung out the July crisis. By the end of that event, almost all of the major European powers were at war with one another. The War to End all Wars had begun. —————————————Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6005418>You had a fairly average well-privileged life as an Austrian noble. You often visited an entreated with the royal family. Along with that, you were tutored fairly decently by the various itinerant scholars and diplomats of the royal court.
>>6005418>>You had a fairly average well-privileged life as an Austrian noble. You often visited an entreated with the royal family. Along with that, you were tutored fairly decently by the various itinerant scholars and diplomats of the royal court.
>>6005418>Your father is fired from the Austrian council due to rampant incompetence but manages to wiggle himself into the military echelons of the Empire as a newly minted officer. Much of your childhood is moving base-to-base with no set stability at all.
>>6005405Kill. yourself.
06 – 28 – 1999 | SOUTH SIAM | WEEK 1Your last patient fidgets on the exam table, sun-weathered hands thumbing through a chain of jaap maala prayer beads with practiced dexterity. Her daughter watches you with eyes that are a measure too sharp for her age. Dark pupils scan across your face for traces of ill-intent – an instinct that has barely mellowed over their past few visits. “Red. Skip days….and the blue, take daily?”She runs her finger down the page as she translates for her mother – speaking in a south Asian language you cannot easily identify. “Yes. Remember to finish the entire pack. Macrolide with a modified bacteriophage booster. Reds and blues.”She nods. “…her cough?” she asks.You consider your answer carefully. “It’s a new strain, but she should still improve with time. If your mother isn’t doing better within a week, come back as soon as you can.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6013672>CHARACTERIZE. Analyze the protein sample the Cyro-EM for structural homology. Perhaps this will tell you something about function.
>>6013672>CHARACTERIZE. Analyze the protein sample the Cyro-EM for structural homology. Perhaps this will tell you something about function.On the grind.
>>6013672>>CHARACTERIZE. Analyze the protein sample the Cyro-EM for structural homology. Perhaps this will tell you something about function.
>>6013672>CHARACTERIZE. Analyze the protein sample the Cyro-EM for structural homology. Perhaps this will tell you something about function.Motherfucker, I was right. This is a sloppy government hack-job, they’re testing some prototype anti-gene-mod treatment on random peasants! What fucking idiots.We should call those government people back and offer to design them a system that won’t actually kill people in the process of reverting them to wildtype...
Daemon Blackfyre lies dead upon Redgrass field, together with two of his sons. With them, dies the first Blackfyre Rebellion. These are the days when peace once more returns to the seven kingdoms, the days when the brave and true fell in battle, and left behind the embittered and mournful.King Daeron II 'The Good' Targaryen owes his victory over his half-brother to his two sons and another half-brother, together with two Valeman, one a knight of the kingsguard and the other the Lord of the Eyrie. The seven kingdoms are as united as they'll ever be; Targaryen rule has been secured once more, and peace reigns throughout the land.But not all is well; rebellious lords have had their lands stripped and hostages taken in an effort to maintain order and compliance.Across the narrow sea, Aegor Bittersteel lurks with a growing army of exiles, including the remaining members of House Blackfyre. But for now, an uneasy, bitter peace hangs over the realm.You are in mourning as well, for your lord father has fallen as well. Whether it was at Redgrass Field or some other battle, the histories would not remember. But it does leave you the lord of a minor house.But where?>In the WesterlandsComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6012179>The fields and village surrounding Fork's point.
In the shadow of Fork's Point lies the village of Great Fork, with Little Fork on the other side of the Godseye river. You should be vaguely familiar with the surrounding area, that you decide on a relatively simple route through the fields and the village centre.It is a pleasant little trip, you think to yourself. Riding your horse was always a good pastime, it kept you active and made you feel free as you charged across roads, fields and hills. Like it was true freedom. Unfortunately, you have to slow your pace to oversee the fields and farms.The land you see is not unique, the fields are separated by hedges and wooden fences, with a few farmhouses and trees sprinkled around to break up the flatness, except for the orchards, which stand neatly trimmed and maintained, the same can be said for the grain and rye, though neither fruit nor vegetable is yet ready for the harvest. The cattle are something you look at with great interest from a vantage point, as the sons of the peasants round up the sheep for the shearing of their wool. The cows are gently grazing in their own meadow and the pigs spends their time under the roof of their sheds.The peasants, for their part, take off their hats and lower their heads as you make your way past them. They seem to accept their new lord with the necessary formality, you suppose that it has to do with your father's relative light hand in the running of things, as he never demanded extra taxes, abused them for petty cruelties or in any other way mistreated them. He said that the nobles had their own end to upheld where the feudal contract was concerned, as the lords were not only their masters, but also the local arbitrators in the peasant's their disputes. Ser Jothos, a sworn shield of yours, pulls his horse up beside you. ''I take it you have found everything here to your liking, my lord?''''Would you like to go into the village centre or have you seen a crop of particular interest?'' Ser Jothos was always more for jousting or warring, he was never interested in the more peaceful aspect of nobility.>Yes, I would like to see the village.>I would like to look at the orchards.>No, please lead me to the meadows with the cattle.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6014369>I would like to look at the orchards.I like apples.
>>6014369>I would like to look at the orchards.Perhaps it's a bit early, but let's see what sort of fruit trees we're growing here.
>>6014369>Yes, I would like to see the village.
You realize your life isn't real, and is somehow being affected by the votes of an unseen audience. Now, you need to escape. Your name is Oza and you have vague definitions about yourself. You're a 16-20something year old who has only ever known the life they live. You always felt somehow you had to go with other people's decisions to survive. It's Sunday, MOTHER'S DAY, and you're being reminded to call your mom despite what happened. While scrolling a forum online, you realize that the format of a story telling page exactly follows your method of action- wait until enough pressure pushes you a certain way. Now, you're too close to a truth you can't unsee. You spot a thread for a story game called "The New Unoriginal Quest" you click on it to read that it's exactly describing you and your current situation. What do you do.>Watch it for a while, see how it affects you.>Select one of the choices being presented.>Write your own choice (expert difficulty-reality could fall apart)>Call mom (end quest)>Dismiss and start a thread about how it's weird humans are supposed to be superior but still need to brush their teeth when other animals don't.
>>6002443Wasn't a choice.
>Endure the pain. Become an empath.
>>6002547You called your mom.
>>6002437>Check the "The New Unoriginal Quest" thread.
>>6002437>Endure the pain and see how well you can read others, starting with strangers outside.
Beep. Slide. Bag.Beep. Slide. Bag.Beep. Slide. Bag.“Ma’am. Ma’am.” Your eyes slowly drift up. The just past middle age woman jerks back as the full weight of your ‘two years of college debt and nothing to show for it’ dead stare drives into her. Alas, the just past middle age woman’s eyes do not begin to pour blood, and her face twists.Beep. Slide. Bag.You grunt, and the woman accepts that this might be the limit of your vocabulary.“Ma’am. Miss. Those eggs. Those eggs were on sale, miss.”Beep. Slide. Bag. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6013302> Answer the doorUhhhhok
>>6013302>Answer the door
>>6013333>>6013413>>6013429>>6013593>>6013595>>6013980You throw open the door, crossbow loaded and leveled, only slightly distracted by the sudden thought 'did my roommate order a pizza?'"Your scrawny for a hunter, but you'll do. Let's move." The pressure of the voice hits you before you even see the man, and the man fills the doorframe and then some, looming over you like a hulking bear. Your feet are already moving though, purse full of bolts over the shoulder, crossbow in hand. You're halfway down the hallway before your tongue works loose."Who?"The man turns and you see the short handled plain sledge hammer at his waist. The weight of his gaze hits you, your feet stumbling back.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6014272>Keep watch for a man?
>>6014272>> Keep watch for a man?In for a penny
Dear diary,Today was not that good of a day. It all started with my mom and her botched breakfast. Or her drink of choice, to be precise, as the dates and the wheat pancakes were fine... it was the milk again. She always stores it 'for later use', without telling, and I had to spend my whole day at school with a tummy ache. How can you mess up milk, mom? Again!?!? ... Anyway, I got so mad at her I started calling her Lupa because she doesn't like it (hehehe take that mom :p). She says that was her maiden name before dad kidnapped her to introduce new blood to our settlement... not sure what that was all about but whatever...Soooo, now school! The history class went terrible! The teacher wanted everyone attending to give a brief summary of their family history and Etruria, this pompous bitch >:( !!!, started to berate me how I didn't have culture of my own and I stole a dress idea from her last week! While it was my turn to speak! Well sorry that I don't have rich parents like yours to fund my degenerate lifestyle and nightly drunken escapades, I can't afford to throw up my food yet (willingly at least... MOM!!!). I am so mad at her enabler too... Samnitia-chat or whatever, she is the new kid on the block but just because she is a sun-beaten tomboy with a fetish for horses she gets to play cool with the popular kids and I don't :( Initially the P.E. class started great when I noticed that Grecia-kun was staring at my quads!!! It feels so good that my gymnasium gains are finally getting recognition... and from him at that! He is so cute, I want to get married to him asap!!! but then Samnitia-chat started flaunting her riding skills and he didn't look at me for the rest of the session :/ Maybe I need to get some tan too. Grrrrrrrr ... I try to get mad at him but I just can't... he is so cute, sigh... oh, Grecia-kun, one day you will be mine - I swear by Jupiter Capitoline! hihihihihi >:)Anyway, that's pretty much it my dear diary, catch you on the flip-flop, muah-muah680 BC, with love and many pilum, you trusted Rome-chanPS. I'm so exited for the Saturnalia <3Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6003736 | >>6003742 | >>6003770 | >>6003898 | >>6003946 | >>6004741Dear diary,I fear that I might be too powerful. My enemies are defeated left and right, I feel an ascendance happening in my soul... Etruria the slut is now crying in the embrace of her protégé Samnita-chan behind our school, after engaging in valiant catfight with me and Celtica-chan. She said that Umbrio turned out to be a paper tiger since he didn't show up to our showdown ( she really likes the army lingo ), I just call him a giant pussy. Epirus took a literal brick to the head so he won't be a problem anymore and the whole latin neighborhood now swears fealty and undying love towards me (witness me, diary, witnesssssss true greatness). It can't get better that this, right? Well, the issue with Celtica-chan's boyfriend still stands but she resolutely is taking his side in the matter, I don't know for how long I can trust her. Also, we have 2 new twins in our school - Teutonia and Kimbria-chan, and live in the houses north of Celtica-chan. And oh Jupiter, are they pretty!!!! They have silver hairs just like a noble elder, skin - white as snow and eyes more blue than afternoon tuscan sky! Mom says that I have to marry a man to continue our lineage but by Mars, I am tempted to steal one of them for myself :3 Grecia-kun, you might have competition... Now mentioning Mars, I remember hearing Celtica-chan saying that she doesn't like them in our neighborhood, they have been giving her existential dread... Because they are different looking than you, Celtica-chan??? Talk about being prejudiced...She also mentioned something about them being extremely violent and berserk-like whenever the hairstylist doesn't do their braids right, but but but they are so gorgeous! Something so pretty can't be evil, Celtica-chan is just jealous that her freckles aren't good enough next to their moisturized porcelain skin.160 BC, signed with the hand that united the neighborhoodPS. I had a weird dream about the twins not arriving for like another 80 years or something, kinda weird that they are here now huh, well, hopefully the Norns that spun the fate of all cute girls won't sperg out... Anyways, kisses from your trusted Roma Victor, mwah mwahComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6005884>let Teutonia and Kimbria-chan to have their way with Celtica-chan, the boyfriend that she loves so much will surely come and help herBut feign ignorance.
>>6005884>you have been having a philosophical itch to sleep in a barrel, threat yourself, you are now the ruler of all latins after all
>>6005884>let Teutonia and Kimbria-chan to have their way with Celtica-chan, the boyfriend that she loves so much will surely come and help her
>>6005884>>you have been having a philosophical itch to sleep in a barrel, threat yourself, you are now the ruler of all latins after allBARREL
Nine years ago King Aiden Perenolde betrayed the Alliance and sided with the Horde of Orgrim Doomhammer. Nine years ago Prince Alric Perenolde, the second heir of Alterac was sent into exile for his own protection. This exile turned permanent and Captain Normand Garside, your guardian for the past nine years made sure that you were safe and learned the useful skills that would help you in the future.Now you are ready to carry the responsibility and unite the scattered Alteraci people and reclaim the lands that were once the Kingdom of Alterac.You had your hands full with the Stonemasons after their arrival. Fiercely independent and holding on to their own identity, it would be a while until you have managed to integrate them with the rest of the Alteracis, but you did manage to accomplish at least something. The welcoming feast seemed to be a success and you struck some understanding with the mercenaries they had brought with them. Now having them guard Sofera's Naze, you felt your right flank to be more secure.You also had promised to yourself that you would take it easy and relax a bit. So you decided to go camping with Malevus. Your plan was to spend a day or two enjoying the beauty of nature, and maybe talk about Malevus kissing you earlier, but something completely else also happened.You met Thrall, the escaped gladiator from Durnholde and a very good friend of Taretha Foxton. Avoiding conflict, the two of you worked together in finding and destroying death knight Umo Shadowheart and stopping whatever plans it had.Now with spring having started to turn into summer, you had a feeling that the world around you would turn into a way more hectic place.Welcome to Alterac Resurgent Quest!…Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 6, 4, 9 = 19 (3d10)>>6014533
Rolled 1, 10, 8 = 19 (3d10)>>6014533
Rolled 3, 4, 3 = 10 (3d10)>>6014533Doit
>19, Failure!Putting your shield as far from your body and hiding your sword behind it was a basic move to keep your opponent guessing what was to be your stance and next move. You could move like this and keep Alric guessing and occupy his mind with whatever you had planned.Though this was a ploy, in reality you planned on digging your boot on the sand and kicking as much of it up in the air and towards him to both blind and confuse him. He had used that on you, so this time you were going to strike back.Alric was first to move, still holding the sword up, he took several steps forward and straight into your trap.Kicking the sand up with your right foot, a cloud of it was flung directly towards Alric’s face. But if your plan was to blind him, your plan had two crucial mistakes.He was wearing his glasses and he had momentum.Swinging his sword down hard, Alric pushed through the sand you had kicked up. You had barely time to bring your shield up as his wooden longsword impacted hard on it. The sword immediately splintered, sending parts of it flying all around you as you felt the shock in your left arm.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6014643He withdrew his dagger off your throat and stood up offering his hand for you. Taking it, he pulled you up and started to brush some of the dirt off you.“It was a nice try, but remember not everyone is fooled by tricks like that.” Alric said to you.“Understood.” You replied, not knowing what else to say.“Good, then we shall begin again.” He replied and allowed you to pick up your shield as he took yet another wooden sword. “When you are ready.”He took another ready stance that telegraphed his intent to fight as hard as he could, but this time you would be ready.…You weren’t ready.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Your name is Blooming Dandelion, but most people know you by your street name, “Meepis”, you are a self proclaimed vinestalker nomad of sorts that decided to spelunk into a dungeon housing a mythical legendary amulet, this amulet is said to be able to grant riches or be worth a really good penny itself. Having no place to call home nowadays due to your miscreant nature, this is a golden opportunity made just for you![ PREVIOUS THREAD: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/5966131/ ]
>>6011540I agree with stabby stabbing.Although just a random thought but i'm slightly curious what would happen if we just... pretended to be a normal plant. I mean isn't like we are made of flesh and I doubt it attacks every plant it sees so i'm assuming our movement is what's setting it off.
>>6011553>>6011562>>6011612>>6011716>>6012033Right before preparing to lunge at the corpse, a thought crosses your mind, could you perhaps just snuck past him by not moving at all? The ice blast most likely made him curious as to what the sound was and he seems to rely also on his sight a lot. Perhaps if you encounter another of these affronts to life you could afford to try sneaking this way. At this moment though. This corpse is going back to wherever it belongs, sent back to its place by none other than yourself. The concept of death itself is being defied in front of your eyes, but it matters not. For it’s in your way, and anything that gets in your way. Is as good as dead. [DIVERTED ATTENTION: -1 TO ALL PHYS ROLLS] [DEXTROUS= +1 TO DEX ACTIONS] [RAPSCALLION= +2 TO ALL WPB OBJ ATTACKS] [OPPORTUNIST= 1 WPN ATTACK IS * BY 4 OR 3] [INTRICATE DAGGER ATTACK= +2] >ROLL A 1D6+4 + A 1D3+2
Rolled 2 + 4 (1d6 + 4)>>6013005I thought of the scary game jumpscare from this image for some reason
Rolled 1 + 2 (1d3 + 2)>>6013005We might not have -needed- to kill it, but how many of these opportunities come along? We should definitely make the most of such a unique experience.
>>6013005I love the Meepis kill face
In the year 2537, the dreaded hosts of Chaos descended down on the realm of Jekatarina Bokha the Great, the Ice queen of Kislev. The hordes of Kurgan marauders mounted on horses struck upon her majesty’s provinces east of the Goromadny mountains (how the Kislevites call the World Edge mountains) and plundered Zhitozemlye (the Wheatlands, or the farming provinces of her majesty’s realm located in that accursed plain). All my estimates place the initial invasion force at some ten thousand bandits that descended down upon those poor and unfortunate souls and suffered by their wrath, no doubt either killed off or enslaved and dragged off to their dark masters. The invasion happened in two prongs encircling the central hills and lake and plundering and enslaving the northern edges of the colony. It is estimated fifteen thousand souls perished in the raids of that year, with a great cavalry battle occuring in the west of the colony, where a Dolgan chief butchered a great many Ungols.
I'll be waiting in Northeast Norsca for Magor's Thrall-Ships unless one of the other options I mentioned would work, as well as awaiting Sarrick & Mulrog's passage to buy cubs. Unless I could rent more ships from the Baersons before continuing on to Troll Country, in which case I could buy the cubs there as well.
>>6014510could you also tell me what my reward would be for the three seabeast i slew and gathered up?i can then decide if i will just retire for the season or continue on after helping Sarrick out.>>6014522eh i can probably just give you two sets of cubs for four loot each. so you get two cubs for eight loot.the ravens can probably reach now that Sarrick and Mulrog are returning south with holds full of Ivory, Pelts, Trophies, and the Meat of Sea beasts.
>>6014525Each slain seabeast can be exchanged for:>1 huscarl and 1 bondsman>3 berserkers>1 chaos warrior>4 thralls
>>6014480Like Mulrog, my business on the ice is now concluded, and my forces set sail back towards Urslo to cash in and to begin our Baersonling revolution. I imagine that Sjur could hugely increase his legitimacy in the eyes of his tribe by returning with a great fleet alongside Sarrick and Mulrog, with captive mammoths and dead seabeasts to show off to prove his qualifications. With the two warlords support he can demand the throne, and if his demands aren't met then violence is the only option. >>6014532I have five sea beasts. I like this. I'll be taking 3 chaos warriors, a set of berserkers and a huscarl/bondsman combo to go please. Do we get our new units immediately on arriving in Urslo or only after we retire for the season? >>6014499Sarrick looks towards his ships, where caged mammoths rage against their imprisonment. "The beasts will need a fortune in food, and the steppes give little wood nor iron which will be needed for the howdahs. Hunting has only inspired my warriors to greater bloodlust. Once Sjur rules the Baersonling as our ally, I see little reason not to subjugate the Aesling next. Uniting the Norscans to our cause can only bring benefit."
>>6014525>+8 Loot to Mulrog, Ivan's 45 -8 = 37 remaining(8 Mammoth Cubs total)
Moon in prominence: ~~ 17th day of Rumina's last cycle Orbital partition: ~~~~~~ exiting Volupta's last squadronEpoch: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ yuga of SoranosLocation: ~~~~~~~~~~~ celestial body Providentia~~~start group listing...... listing...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
I'm super busy lately so there won't be updates for the foreseeable future, I will have to continue the story in a new thread later on
>>6011875No problem, take care of yourself
>>6011875Understandable, thanks for letting us know
>>6011875Be free QM. Float by whenever.
69 Replies before mine, fitting. Someone archive this bread.
At last the familiar stone donjon of your castle looms above the horizon. You have journeyed long and hard and it is has been many years since you've seen its cheerful banners wave. Your companion, still dressed in his gloomy funeral clothes, shades his eyes and squints at something moving on the road. A procession of men with tonsured heads and plain white tunics fastened with nothing but belts of thick rope. At their head is a great red coffin borne on the backs of four men. You recognize the two in front as, Gamling, your father's closest friend and beside him your father himself, his mane of hair now white to the tips. They turn in a fork on the road, heading in the direction of the cairns in which several generations of your family are interred. They are too far and preoccupied to have noticed you."A bad omen," says your companion, spitting over his shoulder in the custom of his people when they receive unwelcome news.>Continue to the donjon>Join the procession at the back>Ride to the front and hail your father>Write-in
>>6011947>>6012081>>6012841You decide to leave the oppressive atmosphere of the castle behind and take a walk to the ancestral cairns, where generations of your family rest in silence. The path is familiar, etched into your memory, yet it feels different today—more solemn, each step heavier than the last.As you approach the cairns, the air grows cooler, the mist hanging low around the ancient stones that mark the graves. The cairns stand like silent sentinels in a circle, their moss-covered stones whispering tales of the past.You pause before the newest addition—a simple, unadorned stone that marks your brother's final resting place. It feels surreal to think of him, once so vibrant and full of life, now reduced to a name carved in stone."Why did you choose this, brother?" you murmur, your voice barely a whisper against the wind.There's no answer, of course, but the silence feels laden with words unsaid, secrets kept. You crouch down, brushing your fingers over the damp moss, feeling the chill of the stone seep into your skin.Today, your brother was laid to rest without a coffin, placed next to your mother, a martyr to your father's tyranny. Long dead before your departure, she endured your father's drunken fury and his lecherous pursuits with serving girls and scullery maids. Too young to defend her then, those memories have fueled a deep-seated resentment towards your father. Now, sitting by her grave, you remember the circumstances of her death, pondering the injustices she suffered.>Her life had faded abruptly, as if drained of vitality overnight. Whispers of curses and foul play circulated, yet nothing was ever proven.>She was poisoned, leading your father to execute the accused—a foreigner with a vendre against your family.>She met her end through a stabbing, her body discovered with no sign of the assailant who remained elusive.>She succumbed to a sudden and severe illness, her decline so rapid that it sparked rumors of witchcraft among the local villagers.>She died in a fall from her horse, an accident that seemed mundane but occurred under such strange circumstances that some whispered it was no accident at all.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6012942>She succumbed to a sudden and severe illness, her decline so rapid that it sparked rumors of witchcraft among the local villagers.
>>6012942>She died in a fall from her horse, an accident that seemed mundane but occurred under such strange circumstances that some whispered it was no accident at all.
You wake up in the middle of a room, the bloomy ambience blurs your memories. You have absolutely no clue of where you are or what were you doing before you woke up in the room.The ambience is cold and weird, you feel like you are dreaming or under the effects of a hallucinogenic substance, something that is weird because you have been weird your whole life.You can:Check your inventoryExamine (object)go to (place)use (object)self inspection
You inspect yourself.I first check your face and shivers go down your spine as you feel you are not human anymore.a pair of animal ears grew on your head and overall your whole physical apparience has changed and resembles an animal
>>6003017Examine note and fridge
>>6002827I found you
>>6003262This.
>>6003017>Examine anal cavityWe might have a storage compartment in there since we're not human apparently... Fuck if I know how aliens anuses work
Your whole life, people have called you a "downer". You're no fun at parties, you don't have any friends, you like to bring up morbid topics in conversation, and you have a generally gloomy mood about you. The reason for this is because since you were a child, you've known the exact date you and everyone you love, are going to die. Why, you do not know, but it's true. You know, and it's haunted you. You wish you didn't, you really do, but it can't be helped.Your name is Fido Ballthrow. You're a college dropout, a failed musician, and a disappointment to your family. You have very few friends, you have no job, and you only have, from this moment on, five days to live.You knew today was the day it all begins last night, and in an anxious frenzy locked yourself in your closet with all the essentials. Tissues, a gun, blankets, and a pillow. In a rage, you punched a bunch of holes in your wall, because of course, you did.Today is the first day of the rest of your life. What will you do?DAYS: 5DAY TIMER: 24:00:00>Punch more holes in the wall (3 minutes)>Go make breakfast (30 minutes)>Cry (2-60 minutes>Take the easy way out (End Quest)>Call someone (2-100 minutes)>Do something else (Time Depends)
>>6014182He left his place and went to ours. They were probably still watching him.
>>6014189In all honesty if that's the case, trying to take them out in the police jail would be very, very stupid. Far easier to wait for them to leave and then stab them in the face.
>>6014192Depends how long he's hailed for. We only have 4 days to get revenge.
>>6014215Well unless our plan is to commit a crime and hope that we are put in the exact same cell (with anything else resulting in us losing our last 4 days doing nothing) I don't think there's much else we can do.
>>6014225We can get revenge on the gang that presumably called in the hit.
Is it always this warm out here? The sun beats down on dust and debris and all the curling, serpentine line of soldiers strung out behind you. Each and all sweat-stained and wind-bit. Six more miles and six more hills and then that'll be the camp and then - finally - this long, long wandering reconaise patrol can end, you can pry off your boots, sign off on the last reports and maybe at long last get some sleep.Nothing ever happens out here, anyway. It's always quiet on the eastern front. . .
>>6014024>>6013660Thank you.>>6014030I think the confusion comes from the difference between the description of what Admin can do in the pre-battle phase and the camp phase. Contrasting examples: >>6011832 and >>6002741The post-battle camp phase description of admin fits with the 'it handles logistical stuff' thing you say here >>6014039, but the pre-battle description of admin, both here and in the first battle make it seem like it works like [Bulk Discount], where you can just arbitrarily enhance a unit's characteristics, even if in-universe that enhancement is the result of cunning financial and mercantile dealings, smart pre-planning, and and active effort to keep a pipeline of bespoke goods open for Cerco's far away wanderers and co. It makes it all rather confusing, since I doubt many people are keeping track of what equipment and specific supplies have become available since the previous camp phase. Methodian even input an action to sell the scrap from our counter-counter-counter-counter-counter ambush to Saevus, but I none of us saw any money from that, so it calls into doubt if we ever got the spare bits of metal from that battle added to our list of looted armour we could equip our troops with or what. Added to that was the whole confusion over 'regular' admin actions and the special administration with points, and the fact that as far as I recall, special admin doesn't seem to have a use during march phases. Though that last bit could just be me misremembering.Still, I got my grasscloaks and fieldcraft training by using it, so I won't complain overmuch.>Lutarius will gather his Chemhounds before the battle and teach the 21st on the safe application of one of the variants of Noxpox. Specifically a viscous weapon coating that will induce paroxysms of panic once a wound has been inflicted. Once the lesson has been concluded, he will hand each legionnaire a pouch of the substance."Each vial is labelled, colour-coded, and notched so as to be easily identified by touch. The viscosity, solubility, and rate of evaporation of each is different, and they have different applications. This purple one here rarely slips off the blade, rain or humidity will not diminish it before you come to blows, but a deeper wound needs to be inflicted for the full effect to manifest, as it does not seep into blood well. It also boils off in the hottest of summer need, no flame needed."Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6014165>>6014024"All I can manage with the time we have Severus. If the training doesn't stick, and your men keep insisting sniffing fumes, then we can ditch this idea of trying to make your men budget Chemhounds. I'll fix your men up with a commission instead, that'll get morale roaring right up. Just tell me what you want, I'll do my best to accommodate.">>6014030If Regulus decides he'd prefer something else, or if >>6014165 isn't a valid option, then I'll use my admin point to provide whatever he decides, if it is in my power. Just wanted to write up something in case I don't have time later.
>>6014172As funny as Chemicae Legio are as a concept, it's probably not regulation and the Legion 3 21st is *definitely* going to chafe against that (and keep inhaling the fumes). If a Morale or any of the Material increases (Equipment, Armor, Supplies) are an option, I'll gladly take those.
>>6013978>"Disembark. Quiet now. Gather up some local vegetation, add it to the cloaks, blend in. Regini, lead the follow-on section in. Guide the boats with the lights, just like we planned. Kerenza, take your section and check that big rock to our left for any dumb Wasponi skylining up top, they may have put a scout up there. Do not climb up there and skyline yourself! If there is one up there and he is visible, send a runner to inform me, and get ready to stick 'em with a dart, and a javelin if that don't take. Only if he spots something though, keep hidden otherwise, the mist should shield the boats. Demelza, hide the boats in the brush, get them out of the way of the oncomers, then stash the supply cache. Everyone else with me, skirmish order, but with leaders in front, don't want the width of the formation to prevent you guys from seeing your section leaders or where we are headed. Watch your step, don't cut your way through the green, we'll go low and slow. Lost souls find the sun only after the eclipse.">Personal action: Lead the troops I didn't detach to slowly and quietly scout into the bushes and trees. We'll stop short of the road, don't want to risk becoming visible. Just check to make sure that our immediate surroundings are clear of ambushes, see what we can hear.Early actions. If I can't really do anything much yet, then I just do as I previously submitted. Scout the banks of the river, lead the (B)oat team in safely.
>>6014177>>6014030>Nevermind >>6014165, I'll just commission the 21st with my admin point. Get their blood flowing and morale up."Ah, I see. The - by my count, six - unconscious and drooling legionnaires does speak to a lack of necessary finesse required when handling the alchemical arts. Perhaps a little colourful ribbon will be more their speed, maybe with some braids of gold thread and shiny medals. Maybe you can write up a little speech to go along with it. I know you boys love that sort of thing."
Magical girls are believed to spread light and fight evil but they're actually racist, bigoted and corrupt! And you're going to prove it to the world! You've evidence of>Sakura Kinomoto on a deeply racist anti-immigrant rant>Usagi Tsukino driving around beating up homeless people>Madoka Kaname accepting bribes from Boeing>Nanoha Takamachi shooting heroin and drunk driving>Ichigo Momomiya at Diddy's parties
Rolled 1 (1d20)>>6005797rolan
>>6005798"Wait FarmersOnly.com is actually a Mahouist honeypot?!" You gasp in shock as the magical girls track your IP and teleport behind you. "Always has been desu" - the last words you hear before you're shot dead.>BIG MAHOU WINS
Rolled 18 (1d20)>>6005797>>6005798c'mon bro
Rolled 11 (1d20)>>6005797
>>6005801Knew we should've joined them instead. Tfr, QM.
