some are born great, some achieve greatness, some have greatness trust upon them, and some steal fucking scrolls from a licensed wizard AYYYY
You are a deity, standing in your own realm. Your name is Dali, god of imagination. Anything you can think of will materialize in the realm. How do you wish your realm to be? What is your first deed?
Just a good dog trying to get home. (And an artist's attempts to learn how to do backgrounds. Expect some style shifts.)
You are in a bar. It's the best fucking bar you've ever been in too. You also have no idea how you got here. So that'll be a problem later you guess. Right now some guy said he'd pay for everyone's tab and you're damn thirsty. There's a ton of people here. The interesting ones at first glance are: A man covered in bandages. A man in a nice suit and a colorful Mohawk. A group of four men each in different colored suits. One red, one green, one blue, one white. A chick in a backless dress and wearing a massive iron helmet with circuits plugging into the dress from it. Do you talk to them? Grab a drink? Probably both? In other words WAT DO???? BUT FIRST your name? Also choose the two best suited for you. >You’re ripped or at least you work out. Strength >You're smart, damn smart. Intelligence >You've always felt a strong connection with the strange and unknown. Weirdness >You're as stubborn as a mule and never change your mind. Mental Fortitude >You're in a pub, so of course you can drink! You can also take a good punch to the face. Constitution >No one ever counts you out and you always pick yourself up. Willpower >Your limber and sneaky. Maybe you took up yoga? Dexterity >You've got quite a silver tongue. Cunning >Something else that I can’t even begin to think of. Write In
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"Greetings friends I am the Traveler just a simple man trying to find a friend, it's always a pleasure to meet new wanderers in this forsaken land...perhaps you'd care to sit down and listen to a tale one of the past and one of the present while both share different fates they all connect"
i think i'm gonna tell a story today |:| Cont. |:|
THE TIME IS NOW! All that training has got you to this moment! A candidate for Pope! And BY GOD! (blessed be his name), you will be pope! Now vote for your new pope so we can get down to business!
Are you alone...?
CHAPTER 1
Unfortunately, the sky is the limit.
"Aw hell, smoked again, same way too.... Hey Savior, you online yet? Wake up, ya buggy bastard, we crashed again!"
he is George... he is very unremarkable and that makes him sad in the world of unremarkable people George has decided to set out to become remarkable. armed with nothing but his grandmothers rusty old sword and his average wits George seeks to pass into distinctiveness in the distance there is a horrible mean, menacing, modly catle. it all begins here, what does george do?
There's been a murder! Officer's Meow and Peeps are on the seen
WELCOME SPORTSBALL FANS, IT'S A LOVELY DAY AT CORPORATE SPONSOR FIELD AND THE TEAMS ARE READY TO KICK OFF A TOP NOTCH SPORTSBALL GAME.
Your name is Emok. You do things! This is your quest! Let's start things off right: What is your na- wait no, that's already decided! You're EMOK! Ok then, what is your goal?
"WIZARDS" the figure on the mesa bellows the wind catches his breath and tears it down the slope to the awaiting five. "WIZARDS" the figure bellows. "I COME WITH NEWS FROM YES YOUR LORD WIZARDS" "speak it, then!" cries grocel, who as a modern, fashionable wizard trucks with little mumbo-jumbo "WIZARDS" the figure bellows. "HE IS RETURNED"
I don't like this. Roy G. Biv is real. There's nobody but me and Lonnie so far. The... the others. I wonder if they're still alive. I'm so scared. What do I do?
Arrived at the town of Wey. This will be my first command position, but it's only levies. The poor are easiest to command, they say. Servants say soldiers were throwing rocks at them as they set up my command tent! Will have to talk with them when settled! My position disrespected!! -Went to speak to group leaders and perform blessing of the standard. -DENIED?! Not allowed to do that!! -Insulted my clothes! Said I was "fake little gabwarkus"! (what on earth is a gabwarkus, write home and ask?) -Said leave standard alone, go play with paper?! And keep servants out of their way! Father keeps trying to reach my message stone, can't face him this shamed.... What should I do, what should I do.... (Sketched: those three scruffs on their hill bullying me. Long-faced one on right threw a rock at me! One on left may just be making up words..."googolic?" "warghelboxer?")
This is it. This is the day you are born. But are you a boy, or a girl? And most importantly, what species are you?
Part 1: The Call
this is a story about a space marine commander which of the 18 glorious legions does he hail from?
Well my name is [BEEEEEEEP] and I have been here for [ERROR]years, 4 days now. I haven't seen any activity for days no- [ERROR] I want to[CHZZZZZT][WRRRRYYYYYYRR]. I want to, Escape! now what should I try? to [FFFFTTZZZZZZZZZ], of course.
Here you are. In the classic scenario. You're asleep. When you wake up in a minute or so, you're not going to remember how you got here or where you are. What's the first thing you do when you get up?
I honestly don't get why anyone would be interested in needlework.
Two kingdoms at war. The Technologically advanced kingdom of Black Throne and the kingdom of Veils. Both determined to rule our pitiful world.
|| " Light thinks it travels faster than anything, but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it. " - Terry Pratchett || -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- |:| << |:| Wake up << |:| <<
A man and his mission, a blind search for a legendary solution.
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You are a rifle-wielding individual. Usually a bearer of WEAPON-ENHANCED CONFIDENCE, today you're finding yourself feeling quite confused....
Your name is Shane. Today you are feeling a little unwell. About one minute ago, you accidentally shat your pants. You thought it was just flatulence. Sadly, you got more than you bargained for. You are completely unprepared for this kind of situation, and it is making you extremely uncomfortable. You were on the way to taking some papers to your boss, Doug, who is still waiting for them. You will need to think of something to do. You can't go into Doug's office with shit in your pants. You'll be fired for sure!
Dude. Holy shit. This is the single best purchase I have ever made. Oh my god dude look! Look, the coat's fucking flapping and stuff!! Oh my god I look so fucking badass!! And there's clouds rolling in and stuff too? All I need to do now is just say something cool, like "The city. Crime. Raisin bran. Cars." Oh my goddddd yessssss!!! Dude omg what's some badass things that people in cloaks do, "'Cause I'm in the mood. TO BE HARDCORE."
It has been more than two hundred years since the sky last opened on the valley. In this country, where the clouds are so thick that not even the fierce winter winds can scatter them, a man can live and die without seeing so much as a glimpse of the sun. Some legends say the eternal fog is the work of a vengeful firebird, still bitterly mourning a tail feather stolen a thousand years ago. Others pin the blame on the god of winter, whose footsteps freeze rivers and whose icy breath obscures the valley from the rays of the sun. Either way, no one really knows what lurks above the fog, for those who once did have long since turned to dust. Their souls, however, live on, and about once every two hundred years one finds its way back to the land of the living.
A team of Archeologists and Scientists are task with finding a new source of energy. They make their way to an island in the southern Pacific. Two Bodyguards are hired to protect the team....
Shall we play; a game of evolution? Every now and then I will drop an event.
On a dry and empty plain, a ancient tablet flickers to life, drawing the eye of the Lone Wanderer from afar. They are in no particular hurry, the light from the tablet is the only thing of interest between here and there next stop, and there is no reason to hurry, Those inclined could use the time it would take them to get here (about as long as a nights sleep) to ponder on just who that Lone Wanderer is and what there name is.
[[Yes another one! will ever learn! This one will be black and white, and after this little shadow puppet intro will get significantly more detailed.]] Many years ago Sigurd the first, using incredible engines of war and legions of loyal soldiers, forged a great and powerful empire the covered all of Riverlon and brought about a golden age of peace. However this peace was shattered when his own children turned on him in a effort to size the throne, breaking the empire into splinters and beginning a bloody civil war. With the hiers to the crown becoming increasingly bloodthirsty and unhinged, it looked like all hope for the empire was lost, Fortunately, unknown to the public the emperor had a affair with a mysterious woman named Aura. When she had fallen pregnant she had returned to the isolated mountains of her home to raise her child, visiting the emperor from time to time until she passed away under strange circumstances. Now the imperial mage Maxos rides with all his speed to reach the one heir to the throne who is in anyway sane. But dose he ride to find a prince, or a princess?
Female. Caucasian. 17 years of age. Pyro. ~CITY NEWS UPDATE~ Vampires have invaded a small area within the city. Please proceed with caution.
You've woken up one morning in a small bedroom. Across from the bed is a drawer with a mirror, and a door just to the right of it. There is little else in the room aside from a closet next to the bed and various clothes scattered on the floor. For now, you wish to ignore your mess and start your day. You remember that it is the day to start your elemental training, and the first thing on your list of tasks is to forge a basic weapon from your element. Your prior night of drinking has left you in a haze, which does not bode well for your memory at the moment. It doesn't matter as I will explain. You are an Endringer. You are much like a Human, even down to your appearance. You look completely like a Human, yet there is something different. For one, Endringern have two additional elements that Humans don't, and secondly, you can shapeshift into an animal. Though before we get into any of the animal stuff, what are you like as a human? What is your sex?
You are a plant. It is dark out. You are currently burrowed in the ground; both for safety, and the soil feels cozy against your roots. What do you do?
This is the first quest thread I have done, so go easy on me. There's only 2 general rules. 1. I choose the post with the last # in their No. ID for the canon post. If 2 people have the same last # in their No. ID, then I use both. 2. NSFW is allowed I guess. Futa is as far as I'll go in terms of /d/-related stuff, though. There are two ways to move the story along. >If a passage ends with "What do you do?" or something along those lines, post a suggestion with what to do. >Other times, passages will end with CHANCE TIME: and then a certain criteria. Anons must then roll a 1d10 die. The roll must fall within this criteria in order to fulfill the special event. For example, CHANCE TIME: Roll an 8 to dodge the arrow. If someone rolls an 8, we dodge the arrow. If nobody does within (around) 30 minutes, the event doesn't happen and we get hit. Also, this might be updated quite infrequently. I will say when I'm going on an extended break. So without further adieu, let's begin! The Party Leader stirs on the cold dungeon floor. She does not remember much about the events leading up to her being knocked out on the floor. She has a knapsack next to her. She is situated on the floor of a stone hallway lit with torches. What do you do?
You are a KOBOLD vigilantly scouring the land in search of food to offer to members of your tribe, who are in the next room, sitting around a campfire and telling grandiose tales of heroism and bullshittery. They eagerly await your return so that they may fill their bellies with mutton and mead. Hopefully, neither of which will be infested with maggots or full of dirt.
In the beginning, the Void was without form. It waits.
Deep in the aether, amid the expanse of both everything and nothing, a new entity forms. The fabric of Cosmos draws together, and all at once you are thrown into existence.
This is Phil. Phil is falling.
Congratulations! You are a MIGHTY and POWERFUL DRAGON! Well... not yet. But you will be! Right now you're just an egg but soon you will hatch and begin your quest to raise the biggest, shiniest, rarest and most valuable treasure hoard in all the land! Fight other dragons for territory, kidnap some princesses, devour knights, wreck a couple kingdoms, maybe even build a kingdom of your very own. The choices are endless but first I need to know, what kind of dragon are you? >Select a breath! Your breath will determine your scale color and your powers. Choose carefully, you can't redo this decision later. Fire Breath: Classic dragon! You breath FIRE, what more needs to be said? You start out with a basic FIRE BREATH, good for heating things up and making toasty snacks whenever a CHIVALROUS KNIGHT shows up to slay you. Enemies may also catch fire, taking BURN DAMAGE. Later on you can learn to make SMOKE SCREEN, blow FIREBALLS, and make your basic FIRE BREATH all the more intense. Ice Breath: Viciously murder anyone who says "The cold never bothered me anyway". You have FROST BREATH. FROST BREATH is good at slowing or even completely freezing enemies! You can coat your home in ice as well making the terrain harder to navigate. Later on you can learn to create ICE WALLS, drop the temperature of your home to dangerously low levels, and increase the chance of your FROST BREATH to completely freeze its target. Electric Breath: No you don't breath lightning, that would be ridiculous! You breath ELECTRICITY. ELECTRIC BREATH is good for swarming enemies since the electricity can arc between enemies that are close together. There's also the small chance to STUN enemies. Later on you can learn to shield yourself with STATIC SCALES, call down actual LIGHTNING STRIKES, and increase the distance your ELECTRIC BREATH can arc. Poison Brea Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
That old fart! Of course he'd be against it! He's always been against it! I'm eighteen, he can't do this to me! I'll show him, I'll make him allow me to do it, I'll go right up to him and say--er, and say.... Um....
Name: Gerald Age: 78 years Weight: 115 lbs Height: 5'3" Job: Bounty Hunter Assets: Sunglasses, Wallet, Slippers, Hearing-Aid Smart-Phone, Grappling hook, and Leather Belt. Skills/Attributes: Giant Ears for long distance hearing, Super Smeller Nose, All-Terrain Leg hair, and Callus Feet making shoes obsolete. You just got home from a bounty with enough money to support you for the next month. You are tired and Hungry.
A lone adventurer enters an ancient catacomb, seeking loot and excitement. They are a... http://strawpoll.me/3542505 who is a... http://strawpoll.me/3542523 and their profession is... http://strawpoll.me/3542529
(Being in stasis isn't fun at all) There Lies a treasure far beneath the Earth. An ever beating heart of darkness and chaos. Humans tried to obtain the heart but they only accomplished total annihilation from freeing the heart's imprisonment. It calls for a puppet, a puppet that'll spread darkness and plunge our world into the void. --------------------------------------------------------- You are half asleep for some knocking is preventing you from completely sleeping. You pretend to be asleep but the knocking persists. >[Awaiting command]
>you are playing as Marv. Well Shit your in jail and what you did is just embarrassing. >Actions?
Nako Kipafirl, convicted of a myriad of crimes, including grand theft and attempted building detonation and sentenced to twenty years sulks in her cell. I would have gotten away with it, too. If it wasn't for those meddling kobolds. Now I need to find away out of this hole. I have no plan and nothing to work with. Oh well, it's easier to work something out on a blank slate, right?
You are a sleep. While sleeping you start thinking of badass names that you'll adopt. Choose a name. >__________
[Prologue - http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/616396.html] Terran Year 5051- The Jubilus district is one of two “party districts” on Paradiso Prime, the massive moon resort owned by the Paradiso Foundation. The district celebrates holidays and cultural festivals from every planet in Federation Space, ensuring a unique event on every day. One of the most prominent features of the Jubilus district is Jubilus Heights, a highly exclusive series of elevated luxury hotels suspended above Jubilus Falls. The famous Sreeshane Tower stands tall over the rest of the district, and is home to some of the most lavish high-society parties to be found on Paradiso Prime.
You wake on the moist cave floor. You (big surprise) can't remember anything about yourself or the place you are currently in.
Huh....Welp..... ........ ....Okay maybe I should have thought about this a little more. But I'm okay though, I'm okay, just got to use this as a, uh...a learning experience! Now I know that standing in a field all day is not a good way to catch someone to rob! A great lesson for any criminal to learn, I'd say. One step closer to becoming a great brigand master! That's the way Agg, keep it positive and things'll work out. Now then, just gotta think about a better way to go about this....
you may pick from one of three approved hairstyles: 6-inch bob 7-inch bob 8-inch bob you may pick from one of three approved outfits: sweats in 50% grey sweats in 60% grey sweats in 70% grey you may pick from one of three approved names: grace margaret elizabeth
S.P.a.C.E, Specialized Patrol and Conducted Exploration, represents the elite force that maintains peace and stability throughout the known galaxy. It's the largest existing line of defense that exists to this very day. Beings from all over dream to join S.P.a.C.E and create a name for themselves to last throughout the millenniums. Will your efforts lead you to stand above the masses, or will you sizzle out like all the rest?
"Hey, wake up already...!" Nnnh, what... I don't want to wake up, I don't want to go to school... Oh yeah, I finished that shit already... Then why would I have to wake up? I want to sleep... "Come on, wake up, you're OK, right?" Ffffuuuck, I want to sleep in, it's way too early to try out the sex mod for Crimsim II anyway... "...Right?"
This is Cyia the character you'll play has (She's a bat SCIENTIST). Now it's almost time to go home but you got to make sure the incompetent fool behind you doesn't blow himself up...
You find yourself waking up with a start of alarm in a dingy bar, rather confused about how'd you'd gotten here. You were sure that you hadn't been one to fall asleep in a place like this... then again, ever since that night with the dream chair thing, you hadn't been able to get much sleep at all. It didn't help that the announcement from the government had made back home very unkind to you. Paranoia had gripped the nation, and everyone that seemed even slightly suspicious was getting turned in. It was like someone had set a snake loose in a rats nest. Well, at least in the east. The west was an entirely separate can of worms. You groggily rub at your eyes, pushing sleep away, even as you sit up and stretch out the kinks in your neck. You'd been through way too much to deal with all this shit. For a moment, a beer-addled mind causes you to simply stare at the rows of bottles behind the counter, before you begin to recall what had brought you out here. You'd gotten a call from an old acquaintance, one you didn't think would ever call you up again, given how you'd parted. Then again, she wasn't exactly running with any dysfunctional gang-bangers anymore, and you weren't some self-righteous idiot thinking he could change the world. No, now she was apparently one of those "terrorists" setting up shop in the west, and you were a... well, you were SOMETHING. You check the clock that hangs on the wall to find you'd been here for four hours already, three of which you'd been in a drunken stupor. You grimace at that, another hour before your client was supposed to get here, but hell, that just meant you could pound a few more drinks before they got here. Or maybe it would be better to sober up and actually appear professional for once. Like the old days. Before you can really decide either way, a small jingle of a bell and the sudden light that pours in from the Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
It's a big, big world out there. Full of danger and peril. But some Pokemon has to have the guts to face the world head-on. Will it be you?
Let's begin. Its pitch black! You can't see a damned thing besides these big white letters that spell out "Trouble Boiz". That isn't even how you spell boys! What do you do?
Welcome to Pan's Quest! Join Pan the day she travels out of the city to complete her family's generational ritual to ensure continued good fortune for her line. The Goodwhite Path ends where Pan's path begins. :: HMES has Re-Established Connection on TEN, Updating... 50%... 75%... 100%... :: :: Connecting to Pan Jonathon-Goodwhite ::
PREVIOUS THREAD - http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/476554.html ???: I'm recording this for the assistants. Show it to them the second you meet the young heroes. UNCLE REMUS: Yes, Ma'am. ???: You are to tell them more about the multiverse. Where it came from, why it exists. You may say whatever you like about your own role. But leave me out of it for the time being. I'm extremely busy, and I can't be bothered to explain myself. UNCLE REMUS: Hmm... ???: Yes? UNCLE REMUS: Well... If I don't mention you, then how am I gonna be able to talk about--? ???: Don't. Not yet. Things may change, but the current plan is to wait until we have the entire team assembled. Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
"We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo
In the beginning, there was nothing. And then, there was something. Something eventually became a lot of things, which turned out pretty alright. However, as milk curdles and bread stales, all good things must come to an end. Darkness soon overtook the world, and the gods were forced to create the ultimate weapon to overcome it. This would not usually be a problem - gods are pretty good at making things - but the darkness had weakened them; had clouded their judgement and abilities. You are their ultimate weapon. As you are born unto this world, you are given several choices. Are you a boy, or a girl?
This isn't my house! What's going on?!
Chapter 3 As wheel of time turns... week passes by. Fallout of Zaifa and Figarr escape was what anybody would expect... A struggle for dominance at now vacant "top dog's" spot. For the time being Zeeke, still shaken by act of betrayal, secluded himself in north edge of the miners camp.
This time I've got it for sure! No more being the bottom kobold in the pile! No more getting kicked around! This time I know just what will make me the most beloved kobold in the entire tribe!
This is the pointless tale of a young lass named Eileen who has nothing to exciting to do. ((Mod note: please be gentle, this is the first time i'm doing something like this))
Your name is Charles Mahogany. You are the son of a very wealthy family. But as it goes, all sons must find themselves a wife.
I'm a Ditto, and the most popular guy at the daycare. My trainer has been gone for years...leaving me here to breed with whoever I want. I can get any piece of PokeAss I want...but I'm a bit tired of it. None of the girls I breed with actually interest me. They're just pretty. When will I find the one true mate? I heard that a new Pokemon was moving in today...I wonder if they'll be anyone worth investigating.
Well, Your in a room that's rather empty. if you were locked up in here your Captors could of given you a GameBro for entertainment. So something needs be done here, because this room is small and you're a little claustrophobic.
Chapter X This is the story of Tiffany Kinsley. A lot of things have happened in Tiffany's life over the past few days. A greater daemon of the Cimmerian Hollows breached the defenses of Bardsey, and forced Tiffany into binding him to herself. The Cimmerian is currently imprisoned by clan Kinsley, but not before severely injuring Tiffany's dad. Tiffany's father is being treated in a nearby hospital, and the clan is preparing to use an artifact called Benezet's Shackles to force the Cimmerian to remain in his weaker corporeal form. The Cimmerian finds it amusing. Cain, the master artificier to clan Kinsley, has provisionally accepted Tiffany as his apprentice. Today is her first day. It's time to begin.
On May 21st, 2014, four individuals entered the New Highlander Trust Bank in Queen City...
Performing Status Check... Failed ERROR: Overseer Database Malfunction Attempting Memory Recovery... Failed ERROR: No Data Storage in Drive B Connecting to Central Network... Success Reporting Status... Failed ERROR: Connection Interrupted Connecting to Other Network... Success Uploading Data... Success New Mission Data: 'Please, Help.'
Atop a lonely hill in the middle of the dreaded Blackwood Forest sits a single, solitary hut. Inside are mountains of books and parchments that rise up till they touch the ceiling, each containing the lives of legendary heroes of the past, present, and future. Empty ink bottles and broken quills litter the storied topography while the musty smell of old paper hangs heavy in the air. In the midst of it all sits a powerful wizard, perhaps one the MOST powerful wizards of all because he does not control simple things like the elements or arcane might, no, he controls the very fabric of reality itself, the very threads that make up this world's existence. This wizard... is a VERBUMANCER. Yes, he has the power over WORDS. With a simple flick of his wrist the TYRANNICAL DRAGON becomes a TINY DUCKLING, the PILLAGING MARAUDERS become PRACTICING MIMES, and so on, and so forth. Unfortunately for him he is currently too wrapped up in thought to notice your presence due to the unfortunate fact that several powerful magical items have recently been stolen from him. Perhaps you can get his attention by calling his name?
We know that dragonslaying is a specialized occupation of megabeast slaying practices that can be remotely associated with bounty hunting. Adding to the more lucrative rewards in gold, silver and all that makes a being mad, dragonslaying brings often immeasurable relief to a dragon infested realm, can cast it into chaos or draw extraplanar attention, that can open up doors to unexpected realities. Another form of attention is the reputation a dragonslayer may reach, gaining vanity titles such as Dragonslayer or Dragonbane. To succeed in a professional dragonslayer career you need to have specialized or focused on a single deception, expertises and have at least a couple of sideskills complementing the foci or used as a last resort. Deviating drastically from the foci can cause immature death of a legend - was it you, your companion or your reputation. Although more proper would be to introduce your person before your foci, your foci serve as a logical link to who you are. Not all races, attributes and personalities will be able to pull it off what it’s to be full-time dragon slayers with any foci. Some deceptions benefit critically from example prana, intelligence or psi abilities of certain races. Because most surviving dragons are terribly intelligent and experienced, they must be slain by a single maxed out deception. A quintessential deception harnessed by many clever warlords is “order in chaos”, in which you make your readiness appear unpreparedness. War itself is based on deception and truth is the first casualty in war. The professional dragonslayer wages a personal war against dragons. An expertise is more than just skill in some area - it is possibly not yet a rule-ascending mastery, but pervasive knowledge of the laws and conditions of a domain and the ability to abuse this knowledge or conditioning at every turn. An expertise could be better described as an activity of a peace with the self. S Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
This is the dread fortress Ostraya, the lair of many a monster and a hive of scum and villainy. Out of its menacing gates, forces of chaos and destruction have been pouring into the world for centuries. From orcs and humans to even an occasional dragon, all that is evil found its home in this terrible place at one time or the other. But, one darkness overshadows all others in comparison.
Journal Entry 1: The Date it Augo 12, the 97th year of King Avery's Reign. For sometime now I've been wondering what's down in the Rabbit Hole, The giant monolithic hole that appeared in the middle town. But finally i'll be able to go down there. I'm suppose to meet a few other people who also want to go down there at the Tavern that is located a few houses away from the hole. the meeting is in 2 and a half hours. End Of Journal entry
It was on that day that I knew that nothing would ever be the same again- On that day I fell in love under the dancing sakura petals.
Life extension gone bad, too much time to sleep. Remove everything, but not the sky.
HELLO *TGCHAN.* I WANT TO PLAY A GAME. OR AS YOu ASSHOLES CALL THEM. *QuESTS.* WHICH IS A STuPID NAME FOR GAMES. BuT I DON'T REALLY CARE. THIS IS HOW THE QuEST BEGINS. THIS IS THE MAIN CHARACTER. OR *PROTAGONIST.* HE IS VERY INTELLIGENT. AND BADASS. AND OVERALL. JuST A PRETTY FuCKING AWESOME GuY. BuT RIGHT NOW. HE IS STuCK IN HIS ROOM. WHICH IS BORING. AND STuPID. WHAT SHOuLD HE DO. TO AMuSE HIMSELF? NOW IT IS YOuR TuRN. TO SAY WHAT HE DOES. BuT IF YOu PICK SOMETHING. TOO FuCKING STuPID. WHICH YOu PROBABLY WILL. BECAuSE YOu'RE ALL. COMPLETELY FuCKING WORTHLESS. I'M JuST GOING TO IGNORE YOu. SO IMPRESS ME. tumut
The sun is blistering today, you realize, looking up at the clear sky. It's an omen of some sort, though Grandma thought everything was an omen. The spear feels heavy on your shoulder, like a reliable iron bar. The armor feels like an old suit, even though you must have rode at least three days after receiving that memo. Your name is Annelin Karkinos, Mistral Magebreaker of the arena, and you've been scouted as the next Bloodline Protector of Prince Micheal of the Human Empire. It pays far better than Arena winnings, at any rate, and comes with room and board in the castle. Your eyes narrow as you approach the gates. Dismounting, you present your papers to the guard, who looks back at you, being quite possibly the most bored man you've ever seen. You raise your eyebrows in return, and he smiles. "Miss Mistral Magebreaker." he says. "It's a bit of an honor, really. You were champion this year, congratulations." A hard earned title, to be sure. You feel a wound on your shoulder act up as if woken by the reminder and grip it. "Yeah, that Darren was a real master." he says, signing a paper for you, sliding over a pass. "Welcome to Central." he says, "Castle is at the end of the main road from the plaza." he says. "The churches are all set up around the main square. Raeve, Coyo - well, for now - Law, Anan..." he nods. "And if you've need, there's also where the market lane starts, too." He leans back, then looks behind you. "Best be along, lovely." he says, waving you in. You enter the city, looking around. You come from the northern mountains, the largest town there being Legio, where the arena was set up for the region. You're the Northern champion. In a month or so, the four champions will come together here in Central and have a four-way match. Usually it's two on two. Banishing those worries, yo Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
Oh Nelare, master o' Th' Tower o' Brightness, yer humble servant calls fer guidance... Y'see, my mum's not as fast as she was, an' she sed it's time fer me t' start takin' over th' family bizness, an' I really don' wanna mess up. She's been so good t'me an' th'brothers, an' I wanna pay 'er back fer it all, y'know? Th' sticker is, I dunno th' first thing 'bout babby liberation.... But that's where you come in, m'lord! Y'got years an' years of experuns, so y'could sorta guide me through m'first job, yeah?
Chapter 1 - http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/570373.html Chapter 2 - http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/573815.html Discussion - http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/81099.html Chapter 3
"In the end we are all just children living a lie, a lie that our grand leader shall set us free from. In the end all shall return to nothing," - Grand Priest Daigo, 3 years ago, the start of the war.
This is your own personal species, on your own personal world. It is up to you to shape and form their development and progress. To start, we'll give you one, in a simple white room. Let us start with the basics. What will your species be named? What shape, shall the heads of your species be? [Triangle, Circle, Square, etc.] And what color will your species be?
EPISODE ?? "CRIMBO'S CRIMMUS CHAOS" OR "THE FIGHT BEFORE CRIMMUS" [CUTSCENE AND MECHANICS INCOMING] (YES I KNOW IT'S NOT CRIMMUS ANYMORE SHHHH)
You are SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS. CORPORATE BOSS fired you and took your girl. Now, you're out for revenge. You've returned to CORPORATE CITY. CORPORATE BOSS doesn't know you're here. You have THE POWER OF CHRISTMAS on your side; what will you do now?
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this is the Main Character, She's been locked in this cell for along time (what she did isn't important). In fact she has been down here for so long she forgot her name... What is her name?
Your name is Captain Samuel Harringer of the VES Hornbow. Her Highness, Empress Olivia Brighton (may her wisdom be ever boundless) of the majestic Valorian Empire has seen fit to assign you this vessel for a prisoner transport mission to the colony on the remote Islo Terrinus. It's the 4th night out at sea on your 3 week journey, and you feel like you haven't settled into your role as Captain yet. You've got a new ship, new crew, and new duty. You enlisted in her Highness's Royal Navy on your 16th birthday, hoping to do your part in the Gallard War. However, the war ended the week you graduated the officer's academy. You've spent the intervening 12 years doing odd jobs for her Highness, eager to prove yourself but denied the opportunity. The sun has just set and you've stepped out of your captain's quarters for yet another check-up of the ship, but you feel like it might be time to get better-acquainted with everyone instead. Unfortunately, this is the first time you've taken on a new crew in years, and you're afraid that your social skills might have gotten a little rusty. You never were very good at introducing yourself to new people. After three nights of alternating between being an authoritative voice and absorbing yourself in small tasks to occupy your mind, you feel like it might be time to break out of your shell a little. Your crew is small, but you've yet to learn much about them. Your helmsman, Garrett Rockwell, is a young Valorian with little experience; in your few interactions with him so far, he reminds you a bit of a younger you. You know this is his first mission, but he seems to be handling his duties admirably. Your navigator, Elia Fastos, is a Gallardan: one of the first permitted into royal service after the war. You try not to let your former feelings about her tall, pale-skinned and fiery-haired people taint your interactions with her; you've hea Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
This Is Me (Mr.SirLord). I am in a room. FILL THE ROOM WITH STUFF FOR ME!
There's no pudding, whatever will you do?
(( based off the Usurper Princess universe. use the UP dis thread for this one, too :D happy Hanukkah UP: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/quest/res/600413.html UPdis: http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/86788.html )) It is the first day of Kenpass. Every year on the winter solstice when there are the most number of hours where there is no sun, everyone in your family and village celebrates for eight days and nights and on the ninth day everyone has to be really quiet and on the tenth day you go back to being loud. On day one, the Kenpass log comes to your house and you sing it a song then tell it what you want for the tenth day. If you ask for something too big, Krampass will come on the tenth day and take you away forever. But the tenth day is the biggest day! Days 2-8 you get clues to what you're actually getting on the tenth day. This is the first year you can remember having a Kenpass before and you don't remember it so good so this is really exciting. What will you tell the Kenpass log? >You want a puppy! >You want a Black Trees lap dragon hatchling or egg! >Inquires
http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questarch/res/585985.html First Thread ^^^ =================== HELLO? HELLO, SPIRITS. ARE YOU THERE?? I AM IN- Er.. I am humbly requesting your assistance, fair spirits. I am in need of your guidance.
You awaken to find yourself in a dimly lit room. There are cracks in the wall and a foul stench hangs in the air. A door sits in the far corner and it appears to be heavy and made of wood. By your feet sits a plate of hardened bread, assumed to be stale. The only noise you can hear is the steady trickle of water flowing from a gash in the stone walls. Your lips are cracked, your mouth is dry and your head pounds with a dulling pain. You can't seem to remember anything. Are you a girl? A boy? What is your name? Who are you? >Enter name and gender.
Reconfiguration Gate Offline Hull Integrity Critical Main Weapons Offline Propulsion Offline Quaternary Damage Control Offline Unknown # Other Systems Offline
Inspired by True (Horrible) Events
Deep within the massive empire of the Korgloban lies the infamous Byzon Sectors, home of the scummiest scum of the Empire. Discovered in 2XXX by the famous space explorer Richard Happenings, the Byzon Sectors of the Korgloban Empire have been deemed nearly uninhabitable by the sheer wild clusters of debris and asteroids, coupled with spacestorms and thousands of bandits. Despite these facts, the Korgloban people have persevered, and successfully inhabited nineteen out of the twenty total sectors of Byzon. The last remaining, the B-19 sector, lovingly nicknamed... BIG HAPPENINGS. This is the story of the man who, by his own volition or not, will conquer the BIG HAPPENINGS Sector.. CREATE A CHARACTER!! Decisions will be made by how many votes they have, ties will be settled with a random generator. Body, choose what kind of body your SPACE ADVENTURER will have. (e.g.Average, Muscular.) Short, Average, or Tall Thin, Chubby, Muscular, or Average
So my tablet just broke. I'm bored and without a purpose in life. I guess I can just scratch at my hand or something... . . . Well now that that's taken care of...what the hell should I do? My new tablet won't be here for another few days...I have several options. I could eat. Sleep. Do homework. Eat. Maybe harass my pet cat... Whaddya think?
You're an Angry Cat. Stupid Dog just ate all of your food. This freeloading piece of maggot has been invading your home for much too long. You must destroy him or get rid of him.
You wander around the crowded attic, looking for something. What was it again...? Oh, right! A hat! You're looking for a hat. A perfect hat, for a date with a /dashing/ young pokélad. What was his name again? Then again, what was /your/ name. Thing are so hard to remember these days.
You stare up at the sky from your metal box. You rock gently, taking in the fresh air.
It's dark, you don't know where you are, and you're surrounded by trees. You've been asleep. You don't know for how long. But your awake now and you need to remember.
No, I'm not going to jump off this tower. No, I'm not going to make my friends jump off this tower. No, I'm not going to stab myself. No, I'm not going to climb down into this tower and stab my friends. There, I saved us all some time and answered you early. Now will you please calm down for a bit? It's got to be tiring, chanting the same demands every day for two months. As long as you're hellbent on being in my head, can't we at least talk normally for a bit?... ...How lonely am I, looking to murder whispers for conversation....
A new wild Pokemon is about to be born. What kind might it be? Since I'm doing this partially to see how quickly I can draw and partially for the hell of it, expect lower quality art than my normal quests. Also, I'm starting this thing in a burst of sleep-deprived spontaneity, and I have no idea what I'm doing with this and where it will go. Lets find out together, shall we?
My name is Ken Suraisu. I am a super cool wandering ronin samurai who has traveled many days and nights to reach the temple that stands before me. The Temple of Waru. I have come to this place on a quest of revenge against a man who has committed an unforgivable sin against me and my family.. Master Kitsokuyaku, the head of this temple. He resides within, guarded by his famed Nine Generals who are said to be unbeatable. My resolve set, my quest known, and my fundoshi secure, I stands before the gates of the temple, which are said to be impenetrable. What course of action should I take first? I innocently wonder to myself, definitely not trying to provide a prompt at all or anything like that.
|| Disclaimer |:| This adventure is purely fueled by text, music, and your artistic contributions! Giving vivid or vague descriptions and fitting or off-putting tunes to give you your hints for potential questing, it will be your job, not the Author's, to illustrate the world around your charge. Your illustration skills will put to light the world that your characters are blind to otherwise. You are their eyes, and their ears. They are your hands. Learn to co-exist peacefully, and you may find yourselves making proud progress! But be warned. Your own charge of characters will not be the only charge that will be given sight by this. You must learn, throughout your adventures, what to illustrate and what not to illustrate, for when you illustrate, it isn't just your characters alone whom you show vision to. Though the circumstances will vary, you must take to heart when you absolutely HAVE to draw, for their sake, and when you absolutely MUST NOT. Making mistakes identifying the two may make for dire consequences. If you've gotten all of that down, the story will begin with the next post. Enjoy! || || Hint |:| The title picture should give you hints as to the art styles meant to be used for the stories. Each one will have a different image brought forth. Follow wisely. ||
Eight months ago, Lester and Leo had stumbled upon a dusty record labeled in a foreign language at an illegal flea market outside of their flat in Artholl City. The sleeve read Koshemo vo Serat, and the record contained some otherworldly groovy drum and bass music - the kind of jive that would get them arrested back home. It was the kind of beat that was like a disease that made your heels restless. After a little sleuthing, they found out that record came from Lutania, Serratia. A real shocker, since the only thing keeping their two countries from blowing each other up was bombs. The two had formed a harmony duo and were singing at bars and clubs in the dripping wet underground of Artholl City, playing for pocket change while bumping elbows with the secret police. This little record made them homesick for a place they'd never been, and the holy groove just made their ears horny. Lester and Leo hopped a flight to Luta Nol, Lutania: the city in the sand, the bastion of love and dance, and the capital of the free world.
WISP ... ... ... ? ((There's 3 more images to this beginning so give it a minute before suggesting if you don't see them yet))
It's time to wake up, Mira!
Cain and Abel have been holding Hill 2 for almost a year now. Their latest enemy contact was some time in the second month. Their last command came in the seventh. Abel is fine with the quiet but Cain's getting nervous. Something's awfully wrong, he thinks, and it's getting more noticeable every day. Cain suggests they start doing...something. Add more defenses to the hill, maybe? Or scout around further than usual? Abel shrugs. He says yet again that he doesn't think anything's different, but whatever Cain decides on he'll help with... Cain and Abel have joined the Controlled Group
Um, hello out there? Can you help me? The boss says if I'm cool enough with this sword I can stick around, but I don't really know what to do.... Could you give me some badass things to try on this ball thing?
You are a MYSTERIOUS MAN and you are currently standing in your HOUSE. What will you do?
The sex mall is a dimension outside of space and time. An interconnected bridgeway between worlds. Anything can be gotten there. Mostly sex oriented but I guess they have ice creams and things. Brave, foolish people seek it out. Dark, silent souls are drawn there. They have what you need, if you're willing to reach out and take it, at the SEX MALL. Firstly, pick a species for the protagonist. Secondly, anyone can draw images for this quest. They must be done with something simulating a CRAYON, however.
You stand inside a very dark storeroom, a single light from above is your only source of illumination. You do not remember how you got here, nor do you know how to leave. for the moment you are trapped.
He knew something was wrong from the moment he woke up. If the crackling of burning wood hadn’t been enough, or the reddish glare of flames, the smoke-covered ceiling would have told him as much. Even then he might have tried to go back to sleep, certain it was a dream, if he hadn’t started coughing the moment he sat up in bed. He dropped back under the smoke, eyes widening as he tried to process what was going on. His room was on fire? But… Mom, Dad! Miyu! Takanashi Shirou, age seven, rolled off his bed and tore out of the room. Behind him, unnoticed and forgotten, the first few flames started licking at Teddy the comfort bear. === He’d thought she was ugly when he first met her. A ‘wrinkled, screaming bag of skin’, those were his exact words, and he’d meant them. A month later he’d added ‘parent-stealing’. He’d been five at the time, upset at no longer being the center of the universe, and scared she was going to be his replacement. Having been an only child up until then, he’d never thought he would need to share his parents’ attention with anyone. Looking back, he could never put his finger on when that had changed. Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
My name is Chelsey Hall. They gave me a bottle of cheap wine this morning, but it's empty now. I've been sitting here with a sullen sort of buzz, drawing shitty doodles for strangers on the internet all day. I'm starting to feel a little stir-crazy, like I need a change of situation. Going outside is seeming like less of an insane idea for once, but I'm feeling open to other plans, too. What to do...?
It's time to become a real man. Like your late father and his late father before him, you have come to the Ransack Junction recruitment booth to sign up for the EDF. The road will be hard, and it will probably end in death, but it'll all be worth it to follow in the footsteps of your ancestors, to protect the world and raise that glorious chant: "EDF! EDF! EDF!" The recruiting officer squints at you from his makeshift desk. "Name," he grunts. >____
"OH, MIGHTY MANOS! THOU WHO MAKEST MOST BLESSED FOREVER, AND THOU WHO DOTH CURSE WITH ETERNAL BURNING LIGHT THOSE WHO TRANSGRESS AGAINST THEE! HOLY ART THOU, HOLY ART THOU, HOLY ART THOU, MANOS WILL BE DONE! NEW BLOOD APPROACHES THE CITADEL. OH HOLY MANOS, COMMAND YOUR PRIEST TOWARD A MOST BLESSED CAPTURE AND SACRIFICE FOR YOUR NAME!"
Sehou Academy, a prestigious school for the gifted Pokemon of the World! This is your first year, and first impressions are everything! Embark on this slice-of-life dating sim, and connect with the people you meet! --- Unlocked CG: Heart Gauge: http://i.imgur.com/hM9IbwB.png Stats: http://i.imgur.com/Q99a237.png
Reincarnation. A cycle of death, and rebirth. In this troubled world, reincarnation has always existed. But, one day, it ceased to function. The residents were used to reincarnation, and did not expect the slaughter to come. By the time the problem was resolved, the entire Elvin race was dead. It's been nearly 100 cycles of the seasons since that incident. And there is only one person capable of stopping it from happening again. Just two problems. They're dead. And they don't have a clue what they are doing. You might be wondering why I've called you here. Well, I believe you might be able to... solve our problem. If you were to guide them, through all the stages of their life, they might just be able to resolve my issue for me. Until then, I grant you powers of divinity. Ready to play god? 1/x
...You ever get that feeling you're signing your life away? That slow sinking sense of despair when you realize that you're committing way too much time, energy, and money to something that very easily could leave you jobless and penniless on the street? I felt that way exactly once - when I took out loans for college. Four years, almost fifty thousand dollars of debt, pinning all my hopes on my ability to be gainfully employed for ten years and pay it all off. It's mostly paid off not three years later, thanks to me living conservatively and knowing what I'm supposed to do with my money. Getting fired put a wrench in that whole mess though. The point is, sometimes you have to take a chance with things that ought not to be up for negotiation. The rich weren't destined to be there, they got there with determination and tenacity. Sure luck helps, but they worked to get where they are. They took a risk and it paid off. So that's what I'm going to do. Even if this risk involves signing a contract drafted by a magical construct that looks like a cross between a cat, a rabbit, and a very fucked up stuffed animal.
Today marks four years and ten days since Skelly's murder. The crime has been ignored by the liberal media and the police from day one, and it's finally reached the final straw for you and your crew. It's time to take action. You have two fellow skeletains, some dank weaponry and a pretty sick computer to help you. Your objectives are as follows: *Blendtec, where it at? *Tom Dickson, where he work? Get to work, skeliotin. You must locate Blendtec HQ and begin the #SkellotinWar.
a maze of puzzles where only the cleverest of minds, and determined of spirit can escape unscathed.
I am starting a log telling of my inevitable exploits so let's begin. my name is montelo gatz sergeant in service on the Tranport Ship: Lether's Burden. I've just been promoted and my brother the Captian designated me as a squad leader. We are carring a very important cargo back to the IceWorld:Vin-Malor to examine it It's a mysterious relic that as been found on a abandoned planet by a band of explorers.
He always makes me wait like this. It's fine, I guess, I mean he's the one who has classes to go to and stuff. But, man, sometimes I just get so hungry and then I get into his special stuff in the fridge, and then he gets mad and I'm not allowed to use his Netflix account for a week.... That's not gonna happen tonight, though, he promised he'd be back in time.
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7:00 in the morning and I wake up all confused, I'm not sure what I gotta do next but I gotta get back to you...
There's so many cute girls as my school..
I am a ghost. You could call me spooky, and you would not be wrong.
>"...one more, dude. Last section. Promise. Just gotta pencil in which box... fits you the best. Heh." Please make a selection: >[ ] MALE [ ] FEMALE [ ] OTHER
It is barely a few minutes after seeing Love, uh... profess herself, earlier. "I bet you're wondering why Love called you here." the woman asks, "And why, exactly, at such a late time. Aleph, Love's been watching you for a while, now. We need to contact your associates and compare notes and ally. Jessica... We intended to stop you. Four masters you have destroyed. Do you have any words?" She is notably sullen, but silent. "Fine. Aleph, any questions?" she asks, looking at me. Her eyes are so... dead. It's unnerving. You're... not surprised, given how she is, but... Even so. It's creepy!
The Pathfinder pulls out his map. In it he sees the Glittering Forest, his homeland. All of his people, the Curi, are from there. It is a nice land and quite peaceful. But his job was not to stay within this land. As The Pathfinder he needs to set out and fill in the entirety of his map. It is a dangerous job but there are few others that offer a Curi the chance to go and explore. And secretly he had always hoped to get this job... Sure, there was nothing wrong with being a writer, or a warrior. But neither of them would give him such an amazing opportunity. The map he holds in his hands is enchanted and will fill out the more he explores. Already he can see three roads clearly leading away from the forest Who knows where they go? He feels a shiver of excitement. The chance to go and explore the unknown is finally here. Which should he take?